The fighting continues, and it is even more tragic.

Except for the distraction of dodging bullets and cannons, or putting down grenades, Wang Jian's entire mind was on marksmanship.

His marksmanship is even more aggressive, and every shot makes the murderous aura in it gradually thicken, and even the slightest urge may permeate the area.

Wang Jian's killing intent became more and more serious, and his mind became more and more pure, and his mind was full of the marksmanship he had learned.

He learned very little marksmanship, so he knew basic marksmanship and firefire.

The Flying Immortal outside the sky was improved by him from his swordsmanship, which can be regarded as a kind of marksmanship.

The three marksmanship techniques continue to flash the essence of the mystery in my heart.

Although Ling Donglai did not study the possession card, even after the possession card left, Ling Donglai did not learn what he had learned.

But under full firepower, he has all seen experience, experience, perception, etc.

Although most of them have dissipated, some of them remain.

And what he saw at the time touched him greatly.

He can be said to have watched Ling Donglai understand the true meaning of martial arts in the state of unity of heaven and man, several times his original quality.

In this process, Wang Jian didn't seem to have gained a lot, but in fact, many things were hidden in his brain.

Normally, it doesn't show up, but when you really comprehend it with all your might, some of the things you get will gradually appear.

In the process of this, his marksmanship is changing at a subtle speed.

But at a certain moment, I always feel like I'm stuck, and I can't get an inch.

He felt very well that as long as he took this step, his marksmanship might reach another level.

However, he always felt that something was missing, which made him unpredictable.

Wang Jian had no choice but to continue to concentrate on the fight.

Perhaps it was in this state that his spiritual sense reached the point of no return, and he actually came at the moment when the next round of bullets fired. Under the fear of Sheng Yayu and the others, they actually stepped on small steps and easily dodged the bullets.

The bullets grazed his clothes, leaving trails in their wake, but they were unscathed.

Such a strange change made Sheng Yayu see it in his eyes and be happy in his heart.

"He is actually about to break through in such a situation, no wonder he is going to kill, it turned out that this was the idea that he fought early in the morning."

Zhou Miaotong and Miaoxuan looked at each other, they didn't understand, but they seemed to be very powerful.

Wang Jian seemed to have caught a certain strange frequency, and with the first time, it was naturally easier to dodge the second time.

He seemed to be stepping on the devil's dance steps, easily twisting and dodging the attack of bullets, but the spear of Zhangji always harvested corpses.

The battlefield is still fighting, but he is so powerful that it makes people desperate.

Half an hour, an hour, and before you know it, eight hours have passed.

The sun was setting in the west, and the sky was dyed with a layer of red light, shining on the whole world as if shrouded in a layer of red blood.

This is a great omen, as if foreseeing the fall of a dynasty.

Wang Jian, who was like a killing machine, entered seven times and exited seven times, and when he penetrated the encirclement again, he turned around and continued to rush and kill.

There were more and more corpses, all over the place, and even began to block the footsteps of people and horses.

But no one cared what was under their feet, and many of the tartars were even numb.

Even Huang Taiji and others on the city gate are like this.

If you look closely, you will find that their bodies tremble slightly.

Such a master is simply a martial god.

With this kind of strength, if he didn't storm the gate of Shengjing City, but directly rushed to kill the palace, how many lives did he Huang Taiji have that he could be harvested?

Huang Taiji now understands that what people are doing is the scene in front of him.

Look at those soldiers, many of them are only scared, and even their weapons are almost unstable.

If Wang Jian is allowed to leave, will these soldiers still be useful?

They fought for eight hours, from morning to evening.

The shouts were all soft, only a few occasional ones.

The most, it's still screaming.

Wang Jian continued to slaughter efficiently, but his breathing began to grow heavier.

His physique is higher than ordinary people, but he can't fight at high intensity for hours and still maintain his peak condition.

In history, there were cattle people who killed the enemy for a few days and nights, but they had companions around them and could take the opportunity to be lazy to recover their blood.

But he was single-handed, and each time he encountered at least five or six enemies, he attacked from all over his body.

There are also sneak attacks with bows and arrows and guns around, and you need to pay full attention to every minute and every second.

It was this environment that made him start to get tired.

But he continued, undisturbed, and continued to slaughter.

It's just that the Tartars have learned to be obedient and know how to cooperate, although they are still constantly killed by him, but the efficiency is greatly reduced.

Every few seconds, someone died under his gun, and after more than eight hours, the Tartar also left more than six thousand corpses.

The damage was appalling.

It was said that the soldiers, even the royal family on the city gate, were stunned and timid.

However, Wang Jian was not as majestic as they saw.

After so long, he still hasn't broken through the string in his heart, which makes him very uncomfortable.

But he knew that if he wanted to make a breakthrough in marksmanship, he had to keep going.

Now it's just touching the string, and it hasn't broken yet, which can only mean that it's not enough, just continue.

Lift your spirits and continue to rush and kill.

Unconsciously, his marksmanship became more aggressive and ruthless, and every move and style did not pursue tricks and angles, only strength and speed.

It's as fast as lightning, it's incredibly fast.

The Tartar saw only a shadow flash, and then he lost his breath completely, and the next one he saw also fell.

So continuously, the killing makes people panic.

The sun was completely sinking in the west, and the torches around him were blazing, which still made Wang Jian's surroundings extremely gray, and he couldn't see his figure clearly.

In this way, Wang Jian has the absolute upper hand, and he is even more energetic.

Because of the darkness of the night, it was impossible to see the surroundings clearly, and even if the city gate and all the surrounding areas were full of torches, they could not illuminate the entire area.

For a time, the Tartars suffered heavy losses and completely lost Wang Jian's figure.

"Where is he?"

"Where did the demon go? Why is it gone? ”

"Have you already run away?"

"We defeated the demons?"

Soldiers, you say a word, there is panic, there is joy, there is disbelief.

But soon, just as everyone was about to shout, a scream came from the city gate.

"Everyone gathers around the city gates, and the demon is attacking the city gates!"

"Your Majesty, be careful!"

An exclamation captured everyone's attention.

But I saw a black shadow, in the firelight, stepping on the city wall and rushing up.

His speed was very fast, and he stepped on the cracks in the stones of the city wall, and he could actually rush up four or five meters every time.

In just three steps, he easily stepped into the city tower, and a gun shadow roared out like a poisonous snake, stabbing towards Huang Taiji's head, who was close at hand.