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"Who are you? How dare you come to this troubled water, and you don't know whether you are alive or dead. Feng Weiyang has also walked between life and death, and he has tempered his tenacious nerves and will, and he can calmly face all sudden situations.

Although the young man on the other side only used two fingers to break the long sword in his hand, he could easily do this, and it did not prove that the other party was stronger than him, and he had no power to fight. What's more, there is also a team of powerful black blood guards outside the door, and the situation is still under his control, which is enough to kill everyone here.

"Do you think you're too lonely and want to call that group of garbage outside to help?" Yun Wuya lifted the corners of his mouth, spoke indifferently, and leaned over to probe Cui Lao Danzong's snort, the person was still alive, but he fainted temporarily, and couldn't help but secretly breathe a sigh of relief, and motioned Ouyang Mingyue to move him to a safe place next to him.

No matter how bad Feng Wei's brain is, he can understand the meaning of the other party's words, his heart shook suddenly, and soon he realized that the black blood guard outside the door could no longer help him, and the situation changed sharply, and he had no chance of winning at all. Seeing that the other party is leaning down and facing the whole back completely against him, what are you waiting for?

At the same time as throwing down the broken sword, there was an extra silver gun in his hand, and as soon as he stepped on the ground, his body suddenly leaped into the air, and on the way, a volley shot out, drawing a silver electric light, which seemed to be able to penetrate a huge rock.

A stunning shot, full of Zheng Zheng murderous aura, the fierce aura rushed to the back, as if riding the wind and waves, straight to the air left and right, doubling the speed of the rush, in the blink of an eye, it was less than a meter away from Yun Ya's back.

Yun Wuya turned around, and a touch of silver filled the world of heaven and earth in his eyes, almost to the extreme, and the terrifying spear edge was a meter away, squeezing the skin of his whole body with a faint pain.

In Yun Wuya's mind, a variety of counterattack methods appeared at this moment, but none of them were used. Because there are multiple ways to fight back, the moment of hesitation is fleeting. However, he was not in a hurry at all and appeared to be patient. Although the opponent's offensive was fierce and fierce, and his cultivation strength was not much weaker, he still had the confidence to win the battle.

The spear was like electricity, and the breath was rapidly enlarged in front of his eyes, and before he could react, the beam of spear suddenly trembled, instantly differentiating into dozens of gun shadows, as if at the same time from various angles, at the same time attacking all the vital parts of the body.

Although Yun Wuya saw the flaw in the "spear momentum", he was empty-handed, because the opponent's sword speed was so fast that he didn't have a chance to take out the sword at all. And this shot seems to be pulled by a strange force, so that the power and murderous aura of each gun shadow seem to be integrated, forming a lore "gun momentum", full of awe-inspiring murderous aura, tearing and piercing everything.

If there is a sword in his hand, the moment he discovers a flaw, Yun Wuya is confident that he can take out the sword and break it with one blow. How could it be that there is no "if" in this world, so he cannot break through the "gun", and he must quickly get out of the "gun" that will be pierced at this moment.

Remnants of Change!

In a hurry, Yun Wuya crashed into the shadow of the gun's killing like Fei'e fighting a fire, and in the eyes of others, it was not much different from suicide. Yun Wuya's figure at this time seemed to be rushing forward, but in fact, it was rapidly retreating.

Puff puff!

In an instant, there was a moment like lightning and flint, and the seven or eight remnant clones of the clouds were torn apart by dozens of fierce spears of the other party in the breath, and they were shattered and scattered.

"What a subtle afterimage clone!" Feng Wei seemed to have a follow-up killing move, and at the same time as the afterimage reappeared, his wrist moved, drawing a silver arc, and then he saw a silver air flow visible to the naked eye, and instantly shot out in all directions. Countless air currents were like spiritual snakes winding towards Yun Wuyan, no matter how many afterimages were formed, once they were entangled by the air current, they would collapse in an instant.

Yun Wuya's face was as calm as water, and his footwork changed, and his body continued to turn into afterimages at the same time. However, Feng Weiyang's means of interest were far more than that, because he appeared silently behind Yun Wuya's real body in the next moment, and another shot swept out, and the spear exploded into more than a dozen silver lights, enveloping all parts of Yun Wuya's back, and striking at the left and right at the same time, sealing all the retreat routes, intending to strangle him in one fell swoop.

Seeing this, Feng Wushuang on the side covered his mouth with his hands, and his heart was pinched at the same time, sweating deeply for Yun Wuya's current situation. When the silver light spears from all directions converged on Yun Wuya's body at the same time, they instantly tore it to pieces and scattered like smoke and dust. Feng Wushuang was about to exclaim in surprise, but saw Yun Wuya's figure suddenly appear in mid-air, like an eagle breaking through the cage, his body reversed, and his head and feet fell straight down, and the speed was extremely fast.

In an instant, people felt a kind of dazzle, and Feng Weiyan's side seemed to appear at the same time five clouds of boundless figures, high or low, from various different angles and angles at the same time to flick the sword out of the sheath, swing the sword out.

Feng Wei was not a little flustered, but unexpectedly showed a sneer.

Although Yun Wuya's counterattack timing was very good, he had no dodge, and it seemed that the only choice was to resist. However, the other party is just a void sword, and its power is bound to be greatly reduced, and he is confident that he is fully capable of resisting it. Between the spinning of the body, the spear trembled, and five spears were swung out like lightning, each shot was more powerful and domineering than the other, and it shattered the figure of the five attacks. Fang Zi secretly sighed in his heart, and suddenly found that what he had shattered was still the other party's five remnants. Where did the real body go again?

When a question mark jumped out of his mind, a figure appeared in the broken smoke and dust, and the figure stood with its feet shoulder-width apart, as if a towering mountain suddenly stood in front of him, eternal, a dark long sword was raised high, as if connected to the sky, the sword body had a silk cyan electric light flickering, and his eyes burst with a cold and astonishing cold light.

The domineering sword momentum was released, enveloping the surroundings, and the next moment it suddenly gathered, turning into a dazzling lightning bolt and slashing through the air. It gives rise to a feeling that there is no way to escape, even to resist.

"It's ...... Feng Wei exclaimed in shock, looked at a cyan sword, sliced through the void in front of him, and slashed towards himself, and in panic, he gathered all his mysterious power into the body of the gun, and laid a gun curtain, hoping to block these terrifying shocking blows. The face is distorted by excessive exertion and becomes unusually hideous.

Dangdangdang...... A series of shrill and piercing sounds of gold and iron erupted in the air, and the flaming silver stars splattered like fireworks.

For a while, Feng Weiyan suddenly felt that his mind seemed to be constantly impacted by the sword qi, the cohesion of the entire consciousness was trembling and loosening, his chest was swollen and painful like a lightning strike, the whole person snorted, and the entire sword curtain fell apart. A wisp of red blood overflowed from the corner of his mouth, and he couldn't help but retreat dozens of steps, and his face became blue for a while.

It seems that he can't accept the facts in front of him at all.

"Do you still have the strength to fight?" asked Yun Wuya in a cold voice.

"Of course! Just now it was only slightly inferior, and it lost a move, so that you lost the opportunity, and you took advantage of it. In the future, we will not make the same mistakes, and we will not give you the opportunity to do so again. Until this moment, Feng Wei always believed that the other party's true cultivation was not necessarily as good as his, and it was not impossible for him to win.

"Your on-the-spot adaptability is indeed good, and your state of mind cultivation is barely passable. But that alone wasn't enough to defeat me. Yun Wuya's tone was still cold, and his words were full of banter.

If the other party's words are full of strong confidence and arrogance, the cloudless playful tone contains a spirit of contempt for the world.

"Very good! From your words, I can feel your confidence in your own sword, then I will give you a go. Feng Wei's words were filled with a murderous and domineering aura, even if he was unscrupulous, he must kill this person as soon as possible. Once the three of them join forces to attack, they will definitely die.

He really rarely met opponents in the way of the gun, and he was full of endless confidence in his attainments in the way of the gun.

The speed and angle of the gun and the return of the gun, as well as the use of body style and the prediction of the trajectory of the gun, can barely be regarded as a master of the gun. Gun gas, gun intent, gun momentum, gun domain, the gap between each level is like a cloud of mud.

The highest level of the way of the gun is the unity of man and gun, no gun in the hand, a gun in the heart, no trick and no style. In every gesture, a look in his eyes contained extremely sharp gun intent and gun momentum. The gun is me, and I am the gun.

The pupils in his eyes were contracting, and the essence and Xuanyuan power in his whole body did not leak in the slightest. A pair of hands holding the gun were very steady, and a faint mist of sweat evaporated on the body of the gun.

The two of them stood opposite each other, seemingly patiently waiting for the best opportunity to strike.

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.