Bing Hongcai stood in place and exhaled, and the courage he had just mustered seemed to be shattered by the dragon-like spear.

He almost felt a little hard to breathe.

Just now he also said that they are both six-rank martial artists, so how can there be a difference? But at this time, a move of 'shaking the scale armor' smashed his words alive.

Reality told him in a way that there was no need for the slightest question, even if it was a martial artist of the same six grades, there was also a difference between cloud and mud.

Bing Hongcai's face was already pale.

A grandmaster, after all, is a grandmaster.

Fei Poyue's eyes were slightly disappointed, he didn't want to take the life of the young man in front of him.

This young man still has a long way to go.

Just when he was retreating, Wang Anfeng moved.

As soon as he moved, it was like a thunderstorm, his hands were held in the middle of the gun, the spear seemed to turn into a short spear in an instant, and he slanted suddenly, and the heavy and abnormal body of the spear pulled out an afterimage, and the latter came first, and at a distance of one foot from Wang Anfeng, it struck on Fei Poyue's spear.

A heavy blade with a powerful force.

It seemed that there was a hundred tripods in unison, and the violent and dense tremor sound formed a ripple visible to the naked eye, and the gun in Wang Anfeng's hand was as unreasonable as thunder, and it struck the black dragon in the most ancient and brutal way.

At the same time, take a heavy step forward with your right foot.

The shape of the body suddenly reversed.

At this time, the spear in his hand stopped at his waist from the middle, and turned with him, and the other half of the spear reappeared, like a short stick, falling towards the black spear, but changed its move at the moment of falling.

The young man held the part under the edge of the spear with his left hand, and violently forced, the body of the spear was like a long stick, and it went straight to Fei Poyue.

"Good!"

The old man laughed out loud, without the slightest retreat, holding the gun in his right hand, turning his left hand into a fist, and slamming it on the hilt of the stabbing gun, the trembling sound reappeared, Wang Anfeng's face showed a trace of red, and he took a step back, and Fei Poyue also staggered back because of old age and weakness.

It's evenly divided.

Yu Jianmu swallowed his saliva, his vision was a little dull, not as shrewd as before, just a staggered move, whether it was the subtle 'Red Dragon Shaking Scale Armor', or Wang Anfeng's method of breaking the move like thunder on the ground, it was enough to take his life in an instant.

It's a collision of skill and force.

Blinked, came back to his senses, and his gaze fell on the thick brick wall next to him.

Click, soft sound.

Two hideous cracks appeared on the blue wall, which spread all the way to the earth.

Fine stone dust poured out of the cracks.

Yu Jianmu's pupils shrank, and under his chest, his heart was beating wildly.

The five fingers of Wang Anfeng's right hand, which was holding the handle of the gun, moved slightly, to dissipate the abnormal numbness between the fingers.

The old man smashed his fist on the handle of the gun, and there were more than ten kinds of energy changes, entangled with each other, and passed to his palm through the body of the gun, plucking his meridians, and dispersing all the brute force of the ten forces of Rulai.

This kind of fist technique is unheard of and unseen by him, and its strength is so strong that he even suspects that this punch strength passes through the cold iron spear without the slightest loss.

This level of oppression had only been felt by the Master.

Fei Poyue held the spear, and the handle of the black gun in his hand was not supported on the ground, sharing the pressure for him.

His recklessness prevented him from doing such a thing.

He was wearing a cotton cardigan and a pair of black shoes with white soles, standing there, like a towering mountain, blood boiling in his body, muscles stiffened by age, palms holding the handle of the gun, legs stepping on the ground, slowly relaxed, because of the gradually ignited fighting spirit, and gradually returned to a state worthy of battle.

The wrist shook slightly, and the black gun seemed to sense the resurgence of its master, and hissed slightly.

Wang Anfeng took a deep breath, his eyes were already extremely solemn, holding the gun in both hands, and in his mind, the experience of encountering the gunman was flowing slowly.

Fei Poyue didn't make a move.

The momentum on his body became more and more high, and the oppressive force that continued to strengthen was clearly felt even by Yu Jianmu, and he felt that his breathing was gradually becoming difficult, like a swimming fish being fished out of the water, and the feeling of suffocation was clear and real.

His eyes fell on Wang Anfeng's body.

Why not make a shot?

His heart was full of puzzlement.

Fei Poyue looked at the young man in front of him, his light gray eyes were full of appreciation.

Rarely would he appreciate a person so much.

But during this time, he met two in a row, one literary and one martial.

The aura on his body has climbed to the peak, holding the gun in his right hand, the spear is slightly raised, pointing to the left, the old man slowly spoke, and said:

"Please!"

Wang Anfeng's eyes were peaceful, the old man in front of him had no intention of killing him, he already knew in his heart that there should still be a secret in the matter of occupying the Tanfu, but no matter what the secret is, this battle is already a must.

Since you want to fight, you must be upright.

At this time, the old man made a move, he took a deep breath, stepped forward with his right foot, and slowly fell to the ground, and on the skin of his right foot, a pale golden streamer appeared, as well as a flame-like red Buddhist text.

Vajra Prajna.

I am a Buddha.

The disciple is willing to hold the vajra phase, cut off the troubles, and purge the demons!

Click.

A fine crack bloomed on the ground under Wang Anfeng's feet, and this crack expanded in an instant, and in the midst of the waves, he had already used his strength to suddenly appear in front of Fei Poyue.

The right foot, thigh, waist and abdomen, arms, and muscles are exerting force, and the strength continues to accumulate and expand, like the surging river and sea, without the slightest waste, as if a strong bow and crossbow, with the surging internal force in the body, all penetrated into the heavy gun in the hand.

The shot slammed forward, and the sound of breaking through the air slowed slightly.

At the edge of the gun, the air twisted slightly.

Fei Poyue stepped back, and the spear in his hand burst out, swaying countless cold rays, like the night sky, because of the extreme speed, the onlookers almost had the illusion that time was slowing down.

This scene like the starry sky at night just disappeared in an instant, and every cold light turned into a spear blade, like a torrential rain, accurately on the blade of Wang Anfeng's sky-breaking heavy gun.

After the crisp and dense sound, Fei Poyue turned around suddenly, and with the help of the power of rotating his waist, the spear in his hand slammed out, straight as a drawn line.

The edges of the two spears were firmly pointed.

Momentary dead silence.

Immediately, the terrifying aura contained in Wang Anfeng's heavy spear seemed to hit the thick pig iron wall, rolling and pouring on both sides.

Yu Jianmu staggered back, he was a martial artist who was not bad at martial arts, but now he could barely stabilize the plate, and retreated to the green wall, his back tightly pressed against the cold wall.

The wall seemed to tremble again.

Fei Poyue exhaled lightly, and at the moment when the two guns were fighting, his right hand turned slightly naturally and calmly.

It's like a swimming fish flicking its tail, which naturally sets off a gentle water wave.

The black spear turned around, avoiding Wang Anfeng's heavy spear and pointing towards the young man's wrist, while at the same time, the old man had already taken a step to the side to avoid the incoming gun.

In this instant, Wang Anfeng seemed to be an unpredictable prophet, holding the gun with both hands, flipping his wrists, pressing down the gun, and suppressing the smart black gun with his huge strength.

He already understood.

In terms of marksmanship alone, he is far from being the opponent of the old man in front of him.

But why compete in marksmanship? At this time, you should take the initiative and pull the battle into the rhythm that you are good at.

Fei Poyue also discovered Wang Anfeng's plan, and his eyes were even more appreciative.

The palm of the hand trembled, the number of marksmanship changed again, just turned into a circle, such as turning Tai Chi, he got rid of Wang Anfeng's heavy gun, and the spear in his hand was swayed, stabbing forward, or pumping or piercing, or stabbing or hitting, the subtle changes in marksmanship are not enough for outsiders.

And Wang Anfeng tried his best to restore the marksmanship seen in the Shaolin Bronze Man Alley, although he could not simulate the core strength, but the moves and appearances have been seven or eight points similar, or vicious, or domineering, all kinds of styles, but they are all included in the Shaolin 'all phases are not phased' Zen theory, masculine and upright.

The competition between strength and skill.

Here it is almost interpreted to a certain extreme.

The aura of the two warriors helped each other, getting higher and higher, the collision of spear blades and spear blades, shaking the air, the kind of warrior will as fierce as a tiger, constantly diffuse, encompassing everyone around.

Fei Yuanzhen's face turned pale, and Fei Yuanbai was even more frustrated.

He has been practicing under Fei Poyue since he was a child, and he thinks that whether it is marksmanship, boxing, or internal strength, he already has seven or eight points of fire from his ancestors, and the reason why he is still afraid is just the impression left by him all year round.

But what is showing in front of you is clearly a broader and more profound martial arts world.

His so-called seventy or eighty percent of the heat is not even qualified to see this world.

He was already laughing out loud.

And the dozens of warriors behind the old man, looking at Wang Anfeng's gaze, have gradually changed, with three points of respect, I don't know who started, one by one has already sat cross-legged on the ground.

Just like when he practiced martial arts under the old man's door, his expression was solemn, looking at the confrontation between the two martial artists in front of him, there was a hidden fanaticism in his eyes.

Two spears, again and again, collided violently.

Immediately separated, each stabbed towards the opponent, but there was no longer as fierce as when he fought before, Wang Anfeng raised his hand and held the body of the gun under the blade, and showed the exquisite martial arts of the palm, forcibly holding the black gun, and the heavy gun in his hand was also captured by the old man.

The air wave slowly dispersed.

Fei Poyue raised his eyes and looked at the young man in front of him, and his fighting intent had slowly subsided.

After all, he was not in his prime.

Because of the relationship between Tan Yu and Tan Tianxiong, this old man, who is more than eighty years old, somewhat regards Wang Anfeng as a junior, and he is ready to occupy Tanfu, which is a retreat prepared for his bloodline.

But at this time, a new idea appeared in his heart.

With a shock to his wrist, the spear held by Wang Anfeng easily broke free of Wang Anfeng's palm, as if the palm contained the strength of the void, which did not exist for Fei Poyue, making the young man's expression change slightly.

The old man withdrew his spear and said lightly:

"Come in and talk about it."

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