The mountain gun went to the empty place, Zhang Wu missed for the first time since he went to Songfeng Mountain was on Gao Xu's body, a simple straight stab in Zhang Wu's hands has made many martial artists can't even see the gun clearly, let alone dodge and block, the strength of the gun is enough to destroy the heavy armor with one shot, and the flesh and blood are needless to say.

However, in the face of the old woman of Songfeng Mountain and the assassin from Huizhou, with one enemy and two, Zhang Wu was outnumbered and still able to free his hand to shoot back and forth with two shots, but he couldn't make a contribution.

This assassin's face is a little ugly and obscene, it was better to have a big cover before, but now it is exposed as soon as he makes a move, fanning his ears, sausages, mouth, triangular eyes, and beard, and he looks really unflattering.

However, although this person's appearance is stumbling, the sword in one hand makes the end weird, and he can always attack Zhang Wusuo at an unusual angle. The previous weapon was abolished by Zhang Wuyi's gun, so he became cautious, and no longer used his sword to test Zhang Wu's spear, but just used the sword body to collide with the mountain spear shaft, and offset it a little.

Even so, he could still feel the sword in his hand that he had forged himself, the assassin's requirements for the blade in his hand were far higher than that of ordinary martial artists, and he had already commanded this sword like an arm, and the sword stained with the blood of dozens of people, like his brother, had blocked countless swords for him, and now it was gradually dying in his hands.

Zhang Wu swung the old woman's sword with the end of the gun, and at the same time, he handed out another shot to the assassin. He had no choice but to separate the sword again, less than five times at most, even if the sword could still remain intact on the surface, the inside had completely collapsed, and in the case of the sharp tip of the sword, the toughness was no longer there, that is, this weapon had come to the end of its life since it was forged.

If the weapon can no longer kill, it is dead.

It's not that the old woman doesn't want to share the pressure for this assassin, although the martial arts realm is still there, but after all, the old woman, who is many years older than Zhang Wulai, has been forced to slow down by a quarter of an instant, but it is this one-quarter instantaneous brake, which is multiplied in the six-story martial arts fight.

If this old woman confronts Zhang Wu alone, it doesn't take twenty combinations, Zhang Wu can stab her, and if she has a few more rounds, she will have more confidence in killing the enemy.

The assassin is in the prime of life, physical strength is not a problem, is the one who has contributed more of the two, although the old woman is old, the sword moves have been perfected, there are not many swords, the timing is excellent, the two complement each other, after stabilizing the position, they gradually have the upper hand, and the victory or defeat seems to be only a matter of time.

The owner of the Yanyu Building and the owner of Songfeng Mountain are also in full swing, if there are spectators on the side, seeing this lively scene of swords and swords, it is inevitable to applaud.

Gao Xu failed to block Yu Cheng's knife, the long knife slashed through the shoulder guard, cutting off a large piece, the so-called military system heavy armor, in front of the six-story martial arts, it is actually not much different from the cloth clothes. Gao Xu's general sword cut through Yu Cheng's waist at the same time, and the two of them took this opportunity to each take a few steps back and breathe for a moment to stabilize their minds.

The two looked at each other, and in an instant, there was a fight in one place.

The fight between the two largest Jianghu sects in Jiangzhou can only be rested until death!

What is incompatible with these two places is that the two people on the two paths up and down the mountain still do not move, and if they are not breathing, they look like stone statues.

Second Master Qian and the hall master of the Yanyu Mansion were in front of these two people, each holding a sword on guard, and they did not step forward to attack.

When it comes to the realm of martial artists above the fourth floor, martial artists often feel danger, and Second Master Qian can clearly perceive the two people on the trail, and the realm may not be in the first floor with him....

When will Songfeng Mountain be able to invite three six-story martial artists, Second Master Qian's face is ugly, and the sweat from the palm of his hand holding the knife can already sweat the strip of cloth wrapped around the hilt.

Out of the corner of his eye, he caught a glimpse of the height of the cliff here, and roughly estimated that it must be more than thirty zhang, the six-story martial artist is not an immortal who can soar through the clouds and mist, and he jumped down here to save his life, and his leg will inevitably be broken, how can he escape from the pursuit of five six-story martial artists in the gate of Songfeng Mountain, where his disciples are all over the mountain? Not to mention that there are two people who are still in the realm of a five-story building, and one person has a broken arm, and it is difficult to get up and walk.

Qian Erye, who dispelled the idea of jumping off the cliff to escape, tried to find the flaw in front of him, but this person was wearing a big pestle and was so straight there, it seemed that there were dozens of knives all over his body, and when he looked at it again, it was like an iron bucket.

Second Master Qian looked back at the master of Yanyu Building, the situation was the same, the two of them who were out of the sheath did not dare to act rashly.

In this way, we can only hope that the two warbands will be separated.

Zhang Wu is one against two, although the situation cannot be said to be precarious, but it is already quite uncomfortable to deal with it, and there are several cracks in the clothes of the disciples outside Songfeng Mountain on his body, and there are blood oozing out, fortunately, there is no big problem, and there is no damage to the combat power in a short time, and it is difficult to say after a long time.

In order to kill the assassin with a more effective blow, the assassin's blade often has a very powerful poison, Zhang Wu has been walking the rivers and lakes for so many years, and it is still clear that he does not want to take the risk of being stabbed by the assassin, so he suffered some skin injuries from the old woman's sword.

The mountain gun is a cavalry gun system, that is, it has always been respected by the soldiers as the first lance in cavalry warfare, compared to the starting spear, to grow out of such a section, because to withstand the impact of the cavalry collision, the gun body is thicker, the materials are also good hardwood, the lance head armor piercing ridge can strive to be able to break the armor and kill the enemy when the cavalry is the first to shine.

This is a horse lance of the mountain gun in the cavalry war is a first-class good blade, catch the fight when saving is inevitably a little inconvenient, split, cover, intercept, block, teasing, rushing, belt, pick a few styles, compared to the ordinary spear up up the change is less good, plus the horse lance production is cumbersome and expensive, the Dayao Jianghu sect in the spear as a blade of wealth and coarse role is really few, Zhang Wu also thought twice, only to change the original name of Zhang Jiahua to Zhang Jiagun.

"Over the years, the wronged old brother has been named a gun. Zhang Wu's left hand and five fingers brushed over the mountain gun, no, the mottled wooden pole of the mountain lance, the traces of the old and the new crisscrossed the line, each of which could remind him of the martial arts blades that the gun blocked were either unknown or famous.

This gun is very old, the previous two seniors were collided by Zhang Wu in the cavalry battle, its sound was like thunder, Zhang Wu, who fought twice with a broken lance, withdrew from the army with this wooden pole that had just been replaced, and did the work of punishing the descendants of the Zhang family in the ancestral hall of the Zhang family in Qishan County.

Zhang Wu, the head of the Dayao border army, hit the mountain lance with one shot, and immediately killed the enemy.

Zhang Wu felt that his blood, which was about to cool down, was instantly hot.

He is not old yet, he can still kill the enemy, Zhang Wu roared, Zhang Wu shot, Zhang Wu killed the enemy.

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