Among the hundred soldiers, the sword is the gentleman, the sword is the king, and the stick is the head, what is the gun?

The gun is the master of a hundred soldiers, or the ancestor, and is the earliest, most durable, most powerful, most suitable for the battlefield, and the most varied weapon used by human beings.

Because of these, the gun is also the most thoroughly studied weapon.

In one place, there is no weapon more powerful than a spear other than an arrow. However, arrows do not have the weight of a gun, and liliang is consumed with distance after leaving the string, so they are not as lethal as guns.

Countless generals have been in the past, with a gun in their hands, galloping on the battlefield, relying on the indomitable spirit that the gun has, as well as the domineering spirit that gives up on me.

The rod is the body of the gun, the silk is the head of the gun, the needle is the tip of the gun, the red-clothed man kills the word outlet, the back of the head of Thirteen Lang is slightly cold, and the gun seems to have pierced the head.

With such a shot, Shisanlang was seriously injured, how could he stop it?

The answer is that he can't stop it, and he doesn't want to stop it, Thirteen Lang did the back of the unicorn, watched the fish needle pressing towards the center of his eyebrows, and watched a trajectory like a pipe appear in the air, without blinking.

"Humph!"

The needle power is put again, and there is a trace of green intent at the front end, which is reflected in the eyes like a growing bamboo; a point appears in the center of the eyebrows of Thirteen Lang, and the point of recess, the cool feeling penetrates the heart, drills like knowing the sea, the killing intent is vertical and horizontal, and he is free.

At this moment, Thirteen Lang's life no longer belonged to him, and the man in red had a thought.

The pseudo-unicorn roared in a low voice, his eyes were fierce and his mane exploded, and Thirteen Lang's body was as motionless as a mountain, raising his right hand, which had only three fingers left, to his eyebrows, and flicking the needle or the tip of the spear with his index finger.

A ray of crimson is released. A line of blood appears on the index finger, if the strength is greater. I'm afraid I'm going to be cut off.

Thirteen Lang exclaimed, "Good gun." ”

The man in red didn't look back, and said, "This king knows." ”

Thirteen Lang said again: "It's a pity. It's not as good as the arrow just now. ”

The man in red said lightly: "The treasures are different, this king has not done his best, and the difference is nothing." ”

Thirteen Lang said: "That arrow may not be the strongest, and even if it is a treasure of the same level, this shot still can't be compared." ”

The man in red asked, "Where's the difference?"

Thirteen Lang said: "It's not for killing, it's inevitable that something is missing." ”

The man in red said lightly: "This seat doesn't kill you, I just want to demonstrate." ”

Shisanro said curiously, "Interesting, meaningful?"

The man in red responded coldly: "I want you to understand that we, like you, can do whatever it takes." ”

The monk spoke at this point. Kuhaha's voice said: "The monk caught this girl, and the meaning is the same." ”

Hearing this, Shisanlang was silent for a long time before he spoke, clasped his fists and said, "The juniors understand, I have seen the two seniors of the impurity and the cloak. ”

The rod fell, the silk thread entered the water, and the gun's intent disappeared in an instant, and a red dot appeared on the center of Shisanlang's eyebrows, and the man in red continued to fish with a straight needle as if nothing had happened.

"He's a smart kid. Come down. ”

The monk waved his sleeves and beckoned, his fat face was full of bitterness, and said, "The monk invites you to eat chicken legs." ”

Green bamboo and clear water. The wilderness and blue sky, the two circles of heaven and earth echo each other, and there is a small boat in the middle. Four people with different minds.

The woman in green was restrained, and her beautiful face was staring at a pair of dark and moist eyes. The tip of the small nose crumbled violently, and he was trying to kill Thirteen Lang with his gaze. The pseudo-unicorn has a heavy body. When the boat swayed lightly when it landed, the woman's eyes also swayed, which looked a little funny.

When listening to his voice, he had the impression that this woman should have a vicious and resentful face, and at this time, seeing the real person like this, Shisanlang frowned slightly and sighed slightly.

The bitter-faced monk was born with a bodhicitta heart, and he understood the general idea with a sweep of his eyes, and said with pity: "What a haode girl, I am angry with you like this." ”

Thirteen Lang shook his head and said: "What happened back then, the Horned Horn Holy Son was arrogant but had no ability, he took his own death, and he couldn't complain about flying and killing people. ”

This should be an explanation, but he said it with a reasonable attitude, and did not justify himself and the Burning Spirit Son in the slightest, and the general meaning was that it was okay to come for revenge, but it was meaningless to be angry about it, because there was no reason.

The woman did not listen to him, her eyes widened, and her gaze became more fierce.

Thirteen Lang thought about it, let go of his breath and released his evil intent slightly, which startled the woman, and although he quickly glared and tried to move back to the situation, it looked like he was suing for peace, and his eyes were even more wet.

This girl is not sensible at all, most likely she stole treasures and came home. Thirteen Lang realized that he couldn't help but feel bored, as if he had punched himself into a pile of cotton, and he didn't know how to describe it.

Thirteen Lang was boring, the monk thought it was very interesting, haha smiled and said: "You guessed right, the little girl stole the baby to avenge the lover, and it turned out that this big dog is good, and it is the most fragrant to eat when roasted." ”

Obviously full of greed, but the expression on his face was like someone else owed him eight buckets of rice and did not pay it back, the monk's gaze flowed back and forth on the thick limbs of the demon guard, and he seriously pondered where to start.

"Whew"

The pseudo-unicorn let out a half-roar and was fished into the beast ring by Thirteen Lang.

"It's not really eating. ”

The monk sighed, took a bite of chicken leg viciously, and handed the remaining half to Thirteen Lang, saying: "Senior style, the monk has nothing good, reward you with a chicken leg." ”

To be honest, the smell released by the chicken leg is really good, but unfortunately the surface is black and greasy, and half of it is gnawed off by the monk and seems to still salivate the demeanor of the predecessor?

Thirteen Lang looked sluggish, not knowing what to say.

"Flutter!" the woman in green actually laughed, obviously hating Shisanlang to the extreme, and anything that could hit him would make him happy.

The monk's expression was quite serious, stretching out the chicken legs, and regret was clearly written in his eyes, as if he was giving away a spiritual treasure.

"The seniors are kind-hearted, and the younger generations have been vegetarians recently. ”

"Really? Forget it. ”

The monk quickly retracted his hand, stuffed the chicken leg into his mouth and gnawed it, and said vaguely: "It's good to be a vegetarian! With the heart of a Buddha, it is appropriate to eat more vegetarian food." ”

Shisanlang couldn't help but defend himself and said: "The younger generation doesn't practice Buddhism. ”

Monk Weileng. said disdainfully: "The little guy is not honest, the scripture I read just now is very mysterious!"

Shisanro could only smile bitterly. I thought that it was okay to fool others, but I want to explain to you, a monk from another world, whether it would be too easy for King Fudong to show his stuff?

I don't know how to speak. The Cloak King suddenly said, "Don't even want rouge claws, stupid." Rouge bird claws are said to be chicken legs, insincere. ”

The monk was suddenly furious and anxious, and smashed the remaining "chicken leg bones" at the man in red with a few bites, shouting: "The knowledge is so high, here you go!"

Of course, a "chicken bone" couldn't hit the man in red, and a ripple was hidden in the air, and then turned into a net to firmly wrap the leg bone. There was a boom in my ears. The leg bone swept the missile, and the surface emitted balls of dancing flames, gradually turning into a firebird with a red body.

The firebird was delicate and proud, and found that there was a wire net around it, raising its claws and shaking its wings and hooking its beak to peck and attack, and its every move contained abundant firepower, even Shisanlang couldn't help but be shocked. I don't know if the net is supernatural, the silk threads are like sharp spears shuttling, and the sound of the explosion is like thousands of troops and horses fighting. Constantly attacking the firebird.

"You're playing really!" the monk roared, his expression unchanged.

"Hmph!" the man in red was reluctant to speak, and the five fingers of his left hand continued to open and close, and the gun net attack was more urgent.

"I'm the Buddha the Great. The mountain monarch is coming, the gods of the four directions, help the monk to subdue the demons and eliminate the demons!" the monk shouted and shouted. A layer of golden light welled up from Kuhaha's face, and he suddenly let out a breath.

Red mangs are flourishing. The body of the cochineal bird swelled suddenly, turning into the size of a calf in the blink of an eye, and the flames around it surged like a great wave. Shake away thousands of spear shadows, or burn the void.

"Pretend to be a ghost, sick!"

With a broken drink, thousands of gun shadows turned into one, and the volley flashed through the void, and a huge hole appeared in the belly of the rouge bird, unwilling to disperse in the wailing, and turned into a little spark and annihilated in the air.

"Ah, the demon is fierce, the monk is dangerous and life-saving!" A few sparks splashed on the monk's robe, and he was still burned with a few black spots.

Thirteen Lang looked stupid, and the woman lying on the ground was stunned, the two of them did not have high knowledge but not low, and they could see that neither the bird nor the net could be faced by their level. In contrast, the monk squirted and borrowed a leg bone as a magic weapon, on the contrary, the man in red only flicked his fingers a few times, and Zuihou knocked out the rouge bird and turned it into ashes, and even the monk's robe was burned out a few points, which gave him a slight upper hand.

In any case, the strength of the two of them is beyond the imagination of the likes of Thirteen Lang, and they can determine their life and death by raising their hands and moving their minds. As the Blue Bottle said, the Three Kings could not measure their strength by the standards of the Great Monk, and the same was true of the Blood Dance, and the same was true of the Impure Cloak.

The chicken legs are gone, even the leg bones have turned into ashes, the monk has lost the fighting method, and his expression is much more relaxed; while scolding the red-clothed man for not dying well, he tidied up the monk's robe "kindly" and said: "The little guy is not bad, you come to comment, who is the best monk or him?"

Shisanlang replied sincerely: "The two seniors have amazing skills, which is an eye-opener for the juniors. ”

The monk blinked and said, "You mean, we're just as powerful?"

It was too boring, and Jusan had to shut up.

The monk acquiesced, and then asked, "Compared to that friend of yours, who is more powerful?"

In the end, the vision is different, and when Mei Shuai was startled by that arrow, her breath was unleashed, and she was inevitably observed by the three kings. Thirteen Lang had already prepared for this, and said: "That guy is lacking in fighting spirit, if the junior can heal his injury, he should be able to deal with him." ”

The monk thought about it, roughly understood what Shisanlang meant, and then asked, "The thunder you used before"

Thirteen Lang replied honestly: "It's not a real skill. That thing is a strange treasure that the younger generation has received from the body, and it takes three years to strike a blow, and there are endless troubles. ”

The facts are in front of him, and Thirteen Lang is exhausted after sending out the divine thunder, and it is impossible to pretend or can't pretend.

The monk nodded happily and said, "I'll just say, how can a little guy who is unstable be so powerful." ”

Is this a compliment or a ridicule? Thirteen Lang could only pretend not to hear.

Asked about the two things he was most concerned about, the bitterness on the monk's face decreased a lot, and he held the small bow in his right hand and said, "The little guy chased here, is it for it?"

Jusanro replied, "Half for it." ”

The monk didn't ask what the other half was, and said, "Give the blood tripod to the monk, and this bow will belong to you." ”

Thirteen Lang shook his head again and again, looking behind the man in red.

The Cloak King didn't bother to turn his head, and said in a cold tone: "Dare to hand over the Blood Ding to others, this king will kill you." ”

"What should I do?"

(To be continued......)