"It's so strong, it's really strong!" After a move, Ding Xiu was shocked, he saw that Meng Jie withdrew the long stick and did not continue to attack, knowing that the old man was letting himself.

Before Ding Xiu fought Meng Jie, Du Chengzhi was the most powerful person he had encountered, but after this move just now, his cognition changed dramatically.

Ding Xiu finally understood that Meng Jie's previous sentence "I am empty-handed, you are free" was not a joke, as a soldier who had experienced life and death on the border line for a long time, his perception of strength was very keen. If he can barely catch a few tricks when he faces Du Chengzhi, then the old man in front of him is an existence that he can only look up to.

However, Ding Xiu's personality is not admitting defeat, as long as there is still a glimmer of hope, he will try hard.

With the hand of the Yan Dragon, Ding Xiu continued to attack Meng Jie, and this time his attack was much more ferocious than before.

Because he sensed that Meng Jie didn't intend to hurt himself, he decisively gave up his defense and turned to attacking with all his might.

There was a crisp sound at the junction of the blades, Ding Xiu attacked fiercely, and Meng Jie defended freely.

I saw that the old man was holding a long stick, moving the soles of his feet lightly, looking like he was strolling leisurely, and the tip of the stick was only randomly clicked a few times beside him, and Ding Xiu's set of attacks as fast as the wind were easily resolved.

This is the difference in strength. Ding Xiu's cognition of his own ability was very clear, and in the face of Meng Jie, he knew that this was an opponent that he could not defeat.

Dan Ding Xiu's purpose was only to get close, and only when he was close could he have a chance to touch Meng Jie's body.

The war paint had already been activated, but with the blessing of this force, Ding Xiu's attack on Meng Jie was still not real. He didn't dare to imagine how fast the other party's speed would be without the increase of War Paint.

"Since you chose the blade of the gun, if you don't use it to shoot, then what's the difference between it and a sword." The two of them attacked and defended, and the battle was in full swing, and Meng Jie could easily pull out and give Ding Xiu some advice, "If you're worried that the bullet will hurt me, then you're thinking too much." ”

"Bullets don't have eyes, senior." Ding Xiu responded to him in the attack.

"The bullet didn't have eyes, but I did." Meng Jie smiled, "If you don't want to win, you can put down the blade of the gun now, turn around and go back to the room where you were held before, go and lie down on that bed, and tie your hands and feet again." ”

"I'd rather die standing than lie down and live." Ding Xiu was aroused by Meng Jie's words, and finally relented, and his fingers pulled the trigger.

"That's right." Only then did Meng Jie's face show a satisfied smile. He saw that the tattoo on Ding Xiu's chest had continued to exude a faint golden glow, and the identity of this young man had been confirmed.

At this point, there was no need to continue the battle, but Meng Jie had some other ideas, all of which were related to Ding Xiu's choice of weapons.

Meng Jie's family is the most powerful family in Tianque City, and he himself is the patriarch of the family.

As the proudest object of the whole city, Meng Jie has always enjoyed the reputation of the king of guns in the Southern Regions. When he saw the hand of the Yanlong brought back by Du Chengzhi, he became curious about Ding Xiu.

Meng Jie likes guns, the hand of the dragon is very chic in terms of shape design, and it is from the hand of the weapon master Jia Kedi, the moment he sees this gun blade, he thinks of its owner's combat style in his mind.

Sure enough, when Ding Xiu came on the field to give it a try, Meng Jie found that his guess was completely correct.

Ding Xiu fired, and the tip of the blade slashed through the long stick, sending a string of sparks on the metal stick. When the muzzle was pressed down, he instantly pulled the trigger.

Meng Jie just leaned slightly unhurriedly, and the bullet flew by a distance of 5CM away from his side. It's not that Ding Xiu's marksmanship is inaccurate, it's that the opponent's body is too fast.

When the bullet approached Meng Jie's body, Meng Jie had already dodged away, and in Ding Xiu's eyes, Meng Jie's body only moved slightly.

What kind of perverted speed is this, Ding Xiu couldn't help but exclaim in his heart. But the movements of his hands have not stopped, but have become more ferocious and cunning.

The war paint gave Ding Xiu a reflex beyond ordinary people, and with the small increase that the ability focus brought to the combat state, Ding Xiu gradually brought out the melee advantage of the spear blade, of course, this was also thanks to Meng Jie's deliberate letting him.

Meng Jie wanted to try out the upper limit of Ding Xiu's current combat power, so he kept guiding between offense and defense, and even did not hesitate to feed him moves.

Ding Xiu's strength that really burst out with the spear blade just now made him feel amazed in his heart, and he really wanted to see how deep this young man's potential really was.

Long blades or chops or stabs, supplemented by bullets sprayed from the muzzle, are definitely overwhelmed by ordinary people.

But Meng Jie dealt with it very easily, he figured out Ding Xiu's routines and habits, while comparing them with his own melee methods.

It's good that this is not a comparison, and when he compares it, he finds that Ding Xiu's melee skills have a lot of special features.

"What's your trick here?" Meng Jie couldn't help but ask curiously.

"I made my own." Ding Xiu replied, "I call it 'gun fighting'. ”

"'Gun fighting'? You'll pick a name. Meng Jie praised the head: "Very good." ”

Ding Xiu didn't know if Meng Jie was praising this name or if he was praising this tactic.

"Why don't you make up a shot when you just slashed me in the abdomen, so that even if I can avoid the blade and the next bullet, the pace will definitely be chaotic, and your success rate will increase by at least 20% for the next blow."

Meng Jie's words seemed to help Ding Xiu adjust the details of the battle, and Ding Xiu savored it carefully, and found that he seemed to know more about this set of tactics than himself.

Next, Ding Xiu continued to attack, and Meng Jie defended the border to guide him on the shortcomings of his moves, the two did not look like they were fighting, but they were no different from teaching.

"When stabbing, the castration should be fierce, and the gun should be as indomitable as a dragon. The essence of the blade is that its attack radius cannot be effectively grasped by opponents, and the attack has a large coverage and a wide impact point......"

"Hmm!" Ding Xiu took Meng Jie's words to heart, and constantly adjusted them in the follow-up attack.

The sparks from the collision of the blade and the long stick flickered in this spacious training room, and in the crisp sound, Ding Xiu's moves unconsciously became more rigorous. Meng Jie saw it in his eyes, both relieved and happy.

It is gratifying that Ding Xiu listened carefully to his guidance and quickly understood it; Happily, this young man has amazing qualifications, although he is young but not impetuous, and his heart is calm.

Seeing Ding Xiu, Meng Jie remembered his grandson Meng Huaiyu, who was in Brilliant City at the moment, both of them were about the same age, and they seemed to be on par with each other.

Meng Huaiyu was born in a family of gun kings in Tianque City in the south, and has been influenced by the family environment since he was a child, coupled with the careful guidance of the elders in the family, there is no one in the same generation who is unsurpassed in gunnery.

Ding Xiu's spear skills are not as good as Meng Huaiyu's, but this kind of spear fighting technique in close combat is not possessed by Meng Huaiyu, the two have their own strengths, after Meng Jie compared in his heart, he came to the conclusion that Yu Liang was bright for a while.

Just when Meng Jie was comparing his grandson with Ding Xiu, Ding Xiu seized an opportunity.

After another thrust from a tricky angle with the blade, it suddenly changed direction, pointed at his body, and pulled the trigger with his finger.

At the same time, he grabbed the iron rod that Meng Jie was blocking, and if Meng Jie dodged to avoid his gun, he would have to let go of the stick, otherwise it would be impossible to avoid the ballistic trajectory at such a close distance.

Meng Jie didn't let go of the stick, and he didn't even dodge the muzzle of the gun.

Ding Xiu's fingers pulled down on the trigger, and Meng Jie's wrist shook violently at the same time.

Ding Xiu's muzzle didn't flash like before, but Meng Jie's wrist shook the stick with the force that shook his hand away.

"Click", this is the sound of metal hitting from the blade of the gun, and Ding Xiu found that there were no bullets in the gun!

The hand he had grabbed the stick with him shook at the same time, and his entire arm instantly went numb.

Ding Xiu hurriedly took two steps back and shook his arm, trying to relieve the discomfort in his hands.

"You've always counted the bullets in my gun's blade?!" He thought of the possibility that Meng Jie did not avoid the muzzle of the gun just now, and his scalp was a little numb, "If this is the case, then you are too perverted." ”

"Haha, are you praising me or scolding me?" Meng Jie smiled: "You are still a little lacking in details, of course, this is related to your age, if you hone more in the future, your achievements should not be below me." ”

"I don't know how to describe you, but before I met you, I would never have imagined that there were such powerful people in the world." Ding Xiu's confidence was very hit, he had laid out a lot of tricks just now, waiting for an opportunity, and he also seized the opportunity.

It's just that I ignored one detail, and that is the number of bullets.

This detail has always been in Meng Jie's grasp, and the reason why Meng Jie dared to face the muzzle without avoiding it was nothing more than to plan and break Ding Xiu's calculation in the most direct way.

"If you have one more bullet in your gun, maybe your plan will succeed." Meng Jie smiled at him, and there was no mockery in his smile, but full of appreciation.

"But if I had one more bullet in my gun, you wouldn't have let me take that opportunity." Ding Xiu said.

"What a smart kid." Meng Jie nodded, "Go to the shelf and get the bullets, and come back." ”

"Okay, come again!" Ding Xiu looked at him with awe.

The caliber of the Flame Dragon's Hand has a certain adjustment range, so there are many suitable bullets on the shelf. Ding Xiu picked one out of it, filled the gun, and brought some more with him.

"Senior Meng, take it!" He rushed towards Meng Jie again, raising his gun and shooting as he ran.

Meng Jie's footsteps moved a few times, dodging the bullets flying in front of him one by one.

Both he and Ding Xiu were able to dodge bullets, but the way they dodged bullets was different.

Ding Xiu relied on the allergic reaction ability provided by War Paint, while Meng Jie calculated the coverage and impact point of the bullet through his familiarity with firearms and bullet ballistics, and through an instinct that had been formed.

Meng Jie's approach seems simple, but it is very difficult to do it.

Because these are all dancing on the tip of the knife, and the dancer who dares to dance on the tip of the knife must have the best dancing skills.

Meng Jie flashed several bullets, and reminded Ding Xiu of his next move.

"When fighting with others, we must first know ourselves and know our opponents, and use our own strengths to attack the enemy's shortcomings. Do you know what your current advantage is? ”