Wang Yuan held a big gun in his hand and faced the senior brother at both ends of the ring. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

"It's better than the first game - to start. ”

As soon as the seventh senior brother shouted the order, Wang Yuan lifted ~ the gun and rushed forward without thinking:

"Senior brother, offended!"

With a "poof", the spear stabbed out, as fast as lightning!

The elder brother took a step back, exposed half of the hilt, and pressed the head of the spear down. Wang Yuan's spear retracted, and immediately stabbed it back. The senior brother only holds the handle of the hammer, blocks left and right, and only defensively.

Wang Yuan is not good at long weapons, and he has no research on marksmanship, he only knows how to do more and make more mistakes, so he only uses one trick to stab repeatedly, and there are no other superfluous fancy actions at all.

He came to win, not to show how many moves he had, and how gorgeous they were.

The faster he stabbed, the faster he stabbed, the more he stabbed at the chest.

After a while, although the senior brother could still remove the head of his spear, sweat dripped, and his breath intensified.

"Hmm," everyone sighed.

Wang Yuan was really ruthless, leaving no room for anything. The senior brother refused to hurt him, so he could only be passive all the time. In terms of physical strength alone, Wang Yuan is naturally far better than the elder brother who has been ill for a long time.

"Senior brother, fight back!"

"Don't just let Wang Yuan attack, you see if he has shown mercy!"

"Shoot back! Shoot back!" shouted the juniors.

The county respected Yue Jun and shook his head again and again, he really had no fighting spirit.

The two sides attacked and defended for dozens of rounds, and although Wang Yuan attacked fiercely, he never succeeded. But with the fact that he consumed the physical strength of the senior brother, he had the upper hand. A fanatical expression gradually appeared on his face, as if the other side was not a senior brother, but a straw man during his usual practice.

The elder brother swayed like the handle of a hammer he was holding. Gradually, I felt that it would not work to go on like this -- the defense would not be able to win Wang Yuan's change of heart.

"Drink!" the senior brother shouted, pressing down the handle of Wang Yuan's snake-like hammer - his left foot spun up quickly, and kicked Wang Yuan's spear away!

Wang Yuan only stabbed straight with his heart, and the senior brother's kick almost made him lose his center of gravity - Wang Yuan was kicked stunned, and the senior brother had already turned around and changed his steps and squatted, and the long hammer handle was on his shoulder!

There is such a style of using the shoulder as the fulcrum and then slamming towards the front of the action in the gun and stick moves, and the elder brother does not make a move, and he is extremely skillful when he shoots, and the connection is natural-

"Okay! give him a 'rake!'" someone exclaimed.

The elder brother did decide so, he held the handle with both hands, and was about to pry the mace over his head.

The head of the stick shouted!

Seeing that he was about to hit Wang Yuan's head, the head of the stick suddenly hung down - and slammed into the ground.

The elder brother gasped and his face flushed.

He didn't even pry.

A mace, although it looks rough and huge, but it is only a few dozen catties, and the senior brother is a forger, he can't even pry up a stick, you can see what his body is now weak.

Wang Yuan regained his center of gravity at the moment when the senior brother was embarrassed, holding the gun in one hand, and his wrist flicked - the spear was like a long snake out of the hole, and spit out a poisonous letter towards the senior brother!

The senior brother has no choice, he can't complete a simple move, and he also exposes the dilemma of his weakness of his hands and feet - what else can he do except attack.

"Oops!" the senior brother shouted to himself, holding the big mace in both hands, and slammed it towards Wang Yuan.

The spear that Wang Yuan spat out was almost smashed by the mace, and his body was almost injured, so he hurriedly took a step back.

The senior brother slammed with all his strength, and he used too much force, and he was almost taken out - he turned several steps to the right in a row before he stabilized, which exposed his back to Wang Yuan, in order to prevent him from sneaking up on his back, the senior brother could only continue to pick up the big stick in the direction just now - and regarded it as if the circle just now had not been completed. This naturally can't help Wang Yuan, although the senior brother is struggling, not only can't hit Wang Yuan, but as long as he stops a little, Wang Yuan's spear is ready to stab at him.

The senior brother followed Wang Yuan around the ring like a headless fly.

The embarrassment and embarrassment of the senior brother made the junior brothers both stunned and mixed-

The elder brother is frail, but he is also a personable and bookish semi-literati on weekdays.

It's insulting for him to use this clumsy weapon.

It is inevitable that there are some emotions about the so-called "county honor" in his heart, which are all whimsical and clearly teasing.

But obviously, now the county is much more interested than at the beginning, and he sees it with relish.

"Ahh

Wang Yuan was not far from him, ready to pounce at any moment.

"Ah!" the elder brother cried again, and the mace could no longer be called, but dragged - I don't know whether the elder brother was dragging the stick, or the big stick was dragging him.

Senior brother's physical strength is gone. Although he was so anxious that he was sweating profusely, he was still working hard, but he didn't want Wang Yuan to die in vain.

The mace is getting slower and slower, moving slowly almost against the ground.

Wang Yuan saw an opportunity, and the spear slashed towards the ground—just in time to pinn the mace of the senior brother. With a flick of his wrist, the spear jumped up like a dragon turning over!

"Smack!" was picked up by Wang Yuan from the hands of the senior brother - empty-handed.

"Whew!"

The spear swirled like the wind in Wang Yuan's hands.

One more stab!

The elder brother dodged, but the spear still passed diagonally through the clothes on his chest!

Almost hurt his flesh and skin!

When the cold sweat caught his back, Wang Yuan had already pulled back the spear - threw it up, took the section of the spear head, pointed the tip of the stick at the end of the senior brother - leaned over, and swept away the thousands of troops!

"Smack"! slapped the elder brother's double~ legs, knocking him to the ground at once!

"Bang!" the elder brother threw himself face down on the stone face.

Wang Yuan thrust the spear into the ground, but the head of the spear was stoneless. "I won the first game!"

The group of people below were dumbfounded and silent.

For the first time in so many years, I have seen someone knock the senior brother to the ground - it turns out that a person as strong as the senior brother will also lose?

It's just that Wang Yuan's means of winning, few people think he is glorious.

Ruthless to the point.

At the last moment, there was no mercy at all, and there was no concept of point-to-point.

Although Wang Yuan himself could say that he had already turned the head of the gun, he didn't use the sharp end to give it to the senior brother.

"Good! good!" the county honored his palm and smiled: "One generation is stronger than the next, good thing, good!"

He was the only one there to applaud, not even the men he had brought.

But he was happy with himself.

Wang Yuan didn't help the senior brother up, but the senior brother got up by himself, and a small piece of his face was scratched: "It's Wang Yuan who won." ”

"Senior brother!" shouted the junior brothers, dissatisfied.

Looking at Wang Yuan's scarred face, the senior brother didn't blame, he didn't suffer any major injuries, he just lost a lot of face.

"You won the first game, but there are still two games, and I did my best to tell you to stay. Senior Brother smiled bitterly.