Cui Lao Danzong, who had been unconscious, suddenly let out a slight light "um" sound, and Yun Wuya subconsciously turned his head slightly when he heard the sound.

Feng Weiyan waited at this moment, the silver spear in his hand shook, and a brilliant silver light pierced the space, like a flying star outside the sky instantly crossed a space of several meters, and suddenly appeared in front of Yun Wuyan.

The gun is like a silver snake out of a hole, as fast as a lightning flash. Sandwiched by a strong Zheng Zheng, there was a majestic gun, because this shot was so fast, so fast that only a silver streamer could be seen, and even the entire sword body was completely hidden.

A gleam flashed in Yun Wuya's eyes, the opponent's spear path had actually entered the realm of sword momentum, and the space within a few meters of Fang Yuan was all shrouded in this gun, and there was no gap for Ren Xing to dodge and detour.

If you only talk about the speed of the gun, it is difficult to work in the same level of game. But if there is a gun in it, it is very different. The gun will lock on to your body in an instant, and it will be difficult to get rid of the opponent's attack no matter how you move. Moreover, it can accurately predict the opponent's trajectory, as well as the attack route and direction.

The gun momentum also contains gun pressure and gun intent, which can disturb and confuse the opponent's mind, make his mind disordered, and make wrong predictions. The fighting of masters is changing rapidly, and a small negligence can kill you on the spot. A wrong judgment, the result of which speaks for itself.

Between the same cultivations, almost no one could dodge this swift blow. It's a pity that Yun Wuya's "Dugu Sword Technique" has no moves and no style, so there are no routines, let alone any running tracks and lines. As for gun pressure and gun intent, unless the other party is stronger than himself in terms of mental power, he will reap the consequences. Therefore, the opponent's sword momentum is not a huge threat to him at all.

Feng Weiyan's speed of shooting was enough to make him proud, and when it was fast to the limit, it was already difficult to distinguish between people and guns. All that can be seen is a blurry image that flickers and disappears.

What shocked Feng Weiyan was that his spear was less than a foot away from the other party, and the silver light that spewed out could almost touch the opponent's skin, only to see that Yun Wuya, who had been empty-handed, suddenly had an extra sword in his hand at some point: it was very narrow, only two fingers wide at most, very thin, like cicada wings. He didn't see how his sword was unsheathed, as if he had been holding it all along.

The other party's flashing spear and chest were less than a foot, and Yun Wuya's face was still indifferent. Draw your sword in an instant, attack, all in one go, and the last strike will come first.

A dazzling cold star suddenly enlarged rapidly in front of Feng Weiyang's eyes without warning, and the sudden shocking change shocked his heart, and his whole body suddenly felt a creep. His intuition told him that if he didn't immediately withdraw his gun at this time, he would not wait for the spear in his hand to hurt the opponent, and his body would have been pierced by the opponent's long sword.

Fighting for your life, is your gun as fast as lightning, or is my sword as fast as a meteor? There is no extra time to make more judgments, Feng Wei immediately withdrew his gun and retreated, which was worthy of avoiding the doom of a sword piercing the heart.

Although Yun Wuya was already in the lead at this time, he did not take advantage of the situation to launch a rapid attack. The sword in his hand was already unsheathed, and he looked at each other quietly.

After Feng Wei got out, he quickly widened the distance between himself and the other party. His face was slightly pale, his forehead was slightly stained with sweat, and his eyes were full of horror.

"Although your gun is fast to the extreme, it lacks some subtle changes, otherwise I am afraid that I am already lying down at the moment. Yun Wuya said lightly at his right shot.

"Your timing is indeed wonderful, but you are gambling with your life, and it is not subtle. Feng Weiyang sneered with disdain, tightened the silver spear in his hand, and quickly re-condensed the Xuanyuan force, always ready to find an opportunity to attack again, Shicai was only a tentative attack.

Yun Wuya didn't think of taking the initiative to attack, Dugu Yijian, usually with static braking, the last strike first, no matter how many moves you make, I will break it with one sword.

Feng Weiyan took a deep breath, climbed his momentum to the peak again, flicked his wrist, and attacked first. This shot seems to be different from the last one, it seems to be very slow, but it is actually better than the previous one. The man and gun are one, and only a flashing silver trail is seen visually. In an instant, the spear had shot lightning to Yun Wuya's chest, this time closer than the last time, only three inches away.

Hearing another soft sound, Yun Wuyan's sword was unsheathed again, and a cold star appeared in front of Feng Weiyan's eyes again, faster than his spear.

Feng Weilu seemed to have been prepared, and did not immediately retreat, the spear in his hand trembled, and suddenly burst out hundreds of spears, each of which contained a powerful Xuanyuan force, not a false move, and the sharp edges of the Dao Dao could kill people.

In the visual, there seem to be hundreds of guns dancing at the same time, and that is because the speed of the guns is so fast, so fast that it is impossible to distinguish the order before and after, as if they are stabbing at the same time.

The world's martial arts are only fast and undefeated! Yun Wuya's sword seemed to be faster, at least twice as fast as the opponent's spear speed, and countless cold stars were born in the void in an instant, each cold star exuded a cold killing intent that greeted the opponent's hundred spears first.

Qiang Qiang Qiang

Hundreds of sharp and piercing crashes came from the air, and from time to time there was a series of explosions and roars of Xuanyuan Force collisions.

In the blink of an eye, the spears and sword shadows in the sky shattered and scattered at the same time, leaving only a cold star flying straight towards Feng Wei's throat.

It's too fast! Feng Wei is not in a hurry, retreat, only retreat, and fly back again quickly!

That cold star is like a ghost seeking its life, always keeping a distance of one foot, chasing after it. Feng Weiyang wanted to pull up in the air several times and get rid of this terrifying cold star that chased his soul and asked for his life, but this cold star seemed to have thoughts, and he didn't have a chance at all.

There is only one option, and the only one that can escape: lie down on the spot, and then perform the stunt of rolling on the cow again, rather than having your throat cut and blood splattered on the spot.

The so-called dignity, honor, and face, all seem insignificant at this moment, and life is gone, what is the use of those things. After all, Feng Weilu is different, decisive in killing, able to stretch and bend, and resolutely roll on the spot, without even frowning.

The target of the attack suddenly vanished, and with it the cold star. Feng Wei fell to the ground, and it was a carp that stood up, turned over and jumped up. Although it was extremely embarrassing, it narrowly escaped the misfortune of a sword piercing the throat.

Yun Wuya still stood with his hands in his hands, looking at each other quietly, there was no sarcasm, contempt and ridicule in his eyes, in his cognition, there was no essential difference between escaping into the void and rolling on the spot, as long as he could avoid the catastrophe, it was a good move. As for what kind of posture appears, it doesn't matter at all.

Dusting off the dust on his body, Feng Wei's expression became more and more calm, and the battle intent in his eyes became stronger, "Your sword is indeed fast, at least twice as fast as mine." However, my spear is not only here......" As he spoke, his back stood up, and an extremely domineering aura suddenly rose. The essence of the eyes between the opening and closing of the eyes is shining, domineering and horizontal, looking down on the world.

A substance-like divine light shot domineeringly towards Yun Wuyan, and the power of this glance was bound to collapse on the spot if it was an ordinary person.

Yun Wuya didn't realize it, and Yun said coldly in a light breeze: "The momentum is majestic and immense, and ordinary people are only afraid that they will be defeated before the battle." But that alone wasn't enough to defeat me. ”

"Really?" Feng Wei snorted coldly, strode out, stepped down, and pointed at the void of the silver spear in his hand, the space was distorted, and the energy on the spear made a domineering rolling thunderous sound.

"The power of this shot is really extraordinary, such an earth-shattering power, people must be torn apart in it. Feng Wushuang, who was watching the battle from the sidelines, muttered, as if he was shocked by this domineering momentum that looked at the world, at least he didn't have the confidence to take this shot.

Feng Wei's domineering shot, the speed is not fast, but it contains a thick mountain-like power, the air flow that pierces the space shoots straight towards Yun Wuya, and the powerful and heavy gun pressure makes people feel suffocated, like a huge rock pressing the top.

Yun Wuya faced this heavy gun, but he didn't dare to hold it up in the slightest, the long sword in his hand choked out of the sheath again, and swung a sword towards the sword momentum that was slashing wildly, and he waved a sword weakly, light and floating. There was no strong sword qi, but it silently penetrated the opponent's thick and domineering sword qi, and clicked on the spear blade shot by the opponent with incomparable precision.

Bite!

As the sparks splashed, Feng Wei suddenly felt a tingling sensation in his arm, only to feel a soft force pouring into his arm along the sword body. I was shocked, and the sword momentum in my hand was slightly paused, and at this moment of stagnation, the sword of Yun Wuyan took advantage of the situation to stab in a fluttering manner, without any line track, very casually. The tip of the sword kept trembling, flickering left and right, and it was impossible to predict where his sword would stab the next moment.

Feng Wei was shocked and anxious, and it seemed that no matter how he dodged, he couldn't avoid the attack of the other party's floating sword qi, so he could only rely on his intuition to pick up the gun.

Boom!

The spear blades collided again, and the thick spear momentum shattered the cloud boundless thin sword with precision. Fang Ziyi was happy in his heart, and was about to launch a comprehensive counterattack, when a cold light suddenly appeared in front of his eyes strangely, the same floating, and the vital parts of his body seemed to be within his attack range.

Yun Wuya's sword seems to be wielded at will, without any rules, stabbing a sword in the east and a sword in the west at will, suddenly picking up and slashing down. It's overwhelming, and there's no way to know where his sword will be pointing at you in the next moment.

Each sword floated eerily and strangely, and the trembling blades often stabbed out from incredible angles. For him, it seems that there is no blind spot at all. This is a supreme realm of swordsmanship, without moves and styles, but it contains all sword styles in the world. The intention is to move the sword first, and the intention is to move the sword.

Every time Yun Wuya handed out a sword, the wind would make him feel terrified, and he broke out in a cold sweat, jumping wildly from side to side, dodging forward and dodging, like a bird with a frightened bow.