"This gun should be real. ”

Yun Mu walked to the box, his mind swept over the long time it had been placed, and he couldn't help but shake his head and sigh: "It's a pity that this Xuanbing has been scrapped...... I'm not wrong, Guardian Wang,"

"Scrapped, what's going on,"

Xiaohuzi's face is very ugly, today is an important day for him to apprentice, but his apprenticeship is a waste of Xuanbing, which makes the little guy angry and ashamed.

I only heard Yun Mu slowly narrate: "Under the hundred refinements, there are all mortal soldiers, and above the hundred refinements are the Xuan soldiers, and the most essential difference between the mortal soldiers and the Xuan soldiers is that the Xuan soldiers have courage, if they are combined with the soul of the Xuan Spirit, they can give full play to the strongest strength of the Xuan Spirit." ”

After a pause, Yun Mu continued: "This spear is ninety-nine refined, and it is infinitely close to the ranks of the Xuan soldiers, or it used to be the Xuan soldiers, but now it is a mutilated spear, and it has lost the qualification to advance the Xuan soldiers, and even because of its incomplete spirituality, in addition to its own good material, it is no different from ordinary mortal soldiers, so Hu Shuai will not use it, but it has been retained as a memory of the ancestors." ”

Hearing Yun Mu's analysis, Wang Tong was completely deflated: "What Brother Yun said is not wrong at all, this gun was originally forged from excellent materials, but because the god of Humen, Lao Zu, caused the Xuanbing spear to be destroyed when he fought against a strong enemy, so he became a mortal soldier." However, Hu Shuai said that if someone can reunite the spirit of the Xuan Soldier, this gun will definitely not be weaker than any Xuan Soldier of the same level. ”

"What. , how can the father be like this. I'm going to find him. ”

Xiao Huzi immediately stopped doing it after hearing this, although he didn't know what was going on with Xuan Bing, but from the conversation between Yun Mu and Wang Tong, it was not difficult to hear that the spear used by this ancestor was indeed bad, how could a broken weapon be used, isn't this a pit person.

Of course, what Xiaohuzi is most angry about is not because of his own face, but because it is not someone else who is in this pit, but his master.

"Hu Fei is back. ”

Yun Mu stopped Xiao Huzi and said: "Hu Shuai is indeed very thoughtful, with my current strength, even if I am given a real Xuan Soldier, I may not be able to exert real power, but this broken Ancient Xuan Soldier is more suitable for me." ”

"Ahh Really,"

Xiaohuzi looked at Yun Mu in a daze, and when he saw Yun Mu nodding here, he obediently stood back beside Yun Mu.

Then, Yun Mu lowered his body and held the spear in the box with his hand, a feeling of heavy precipitation of ancient years came to his heart, and he unconsciously integrated a thought into the spear.

......

"Kill, kill, kill. ”

"Rush. Come on. ”

"Fight to the death. Don't kneel when you die in battle. ”

"Fight to the death...... Die in battle without kneeling ......"

"We are born free, and the human race will never be slaved or submitted. ”

"Never be a slave...... Never give in......"

......

The fury of the battlefield roar, that is unyielding dignity.

The scenes of blood stirring are the touching of life.

Yun Mu seemed to be in the long river of time, standing by the river, watching the river go away. The history that carries the past is like a never-ending cycle, repeating cycles, not knowing where it came from and where it is going.

Fierce. Rampage. Slaughter. Bloody. Cruel.

A terrifying will eroded Yun Mu's soul, making him lose his mind suddenly.

"Bang dang. ”

The spear came out of his hand and fell back into the box with a screech.

Seeing Yun Mu standing in place with a pale face, everyone was at a loss, completely unaware of what kind of dangerous scene Yun Mu had just experienced.

"Master, how are you. ”

Xiaohuzi looked anxious, and the rest of the people were also at a loss.

"Whew~~~"

Yun Mu took a deep breath, and then frowned. He was now almost certain that the spear was definitely an ancient thing, and it was also a battlefield killing weapon, and although it was spiritually crippled, it contained a lot of ferocity. Since the Xuan soldiers did not have the courage to refine the impurities, these ferocious qi became more and more intense after thousands of years of brewing, as if they were substance, ordinary people must have been damaged when they touched it, if it weren't for Yun Mu's tenacity and solidification, I am afraid that he would have been in a big mess just now, and maybe he would have a serious illness.

"I'm fine. ”

Yun Mu shook his head slightly, trying to calm his emotions down.

Randomly, Yun Mu put his hand on the spear again and grabbed it.

It's so heavy.

With mental preparation this time, Yun Mu no longer dared to use his divine thoughts to find out the situation of the spear, but simply held the spear and observed it carefully.

The spear is indeed very heavy, and it is difficult for even ordinary Xuanshi to use it freely.

The head of the spear is ten villages, the blade has been blunted, but under the illumination of the sun, there is a little bit of cold and blood.

The rusty body of the spear was covered with crimson black lines, ancient and deep, only slightly blurred, it should have been a long time of fighting, soaked in blood.

Yun Mu's fingers stroked the middle of the gun, and two ancient words "Hundred Cracks" were engraved on its face...... This gun is called [Hundred Cracks].

......

"From. ”

Yun Mu used his Xuan Li, the muscles of his arms were agitated, and he picked up the spear stiffly, pulled a wreath on the top of his head, and then smashed it on the ground with great difficulty.

Encountering such a situation, Yun Mu was not only not discouraged, but there was a touch of joy between his eyebrows.

"Again. ”

With a soft drink, Yun Mu's momentum suddenly exploded, the spiritual aperture in his heart flickered slightly, and a pure power penetrated his whole body, straight to the heavenly spirit.

Thorns bloom like cold rays. Pick like a force to save the sky.

Sweep like a thousand armies. Swinging like a dragon dance.

Take it like a chestnut in the fire. Smashing is like opening a mountain.

Every set of marksmanship moves performed by Yun Mu is the most basic use of marksmanship, which is open and closed, and it is dignified. But as his strength grew and his movements became skilled, the gun became more and more urgent, and the gun wind became more and more powerful, like a fierce warrior charging into battle, and like a fierce and vicious madman.

I haven't practiced marksmanship for more than two years, and the familiar feeling in my previous life came to Yun Mu's heart little by little.

The figure is like a shuttle, coming and going like the wind.

The spear is like a dragon, and the silver snake is dancing.

Overbearing. Crazy.

The long-lost intensity, the blood is boiling, and the joy is dripping.

"Open ......"

With a long roar, the spear in Yun Mu's hand came out of his hand, flew straight away, and slammed into the stone wall of the courtyard wall, directly smashing half of the courtyard wall into pieces...... Spears stand in the ruins.

Yun Mu half-squatted on the ground, panting, sweating like rain.

There was silence in the courtyard, and the people around looked at Yun Mu dumbfounded, even Qianqiu Xun was no exception.

This is the first time they have seen Yun Mu practice guns, and with such a majestic attitude, he does not look like a fourteen or fifteen-year-old boy at all, but a generation of marksmanship masters.

As a former master of Xuanshi and a fierce general on the battlefield, Qianqiu Xun can be regarded as the oldest person with the best eyesight on the scene.

He can say very responsibly that Yun Mu's power just now is comparable to the blow of a master in the realm of Xuanshi, if the two armies face each other, Yun Mu can definitely be regarded as a fierce general of the last generation.

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