Seeing Zhang Xianke draw his back two guns, Song Yun chuckled lightly and held the hilt of the sword with one hand.

"I haven't fought with the Grandmaster Peak yet, so I'm just practicing my hands today."

"Practice?" Zhang Xianke's face was cold, "As soon as my two guns come out, it is a killing move, and there are no less than ten people in the Grandmaster and Possession Realm who are stabbed to death, if you can't bear it today, then return to heaven!" ”

As soon as the words fell, he released his anger, rolled up a large amount of sand and gravel under his feet, and blew towards Song Yunmian's door.

Blinded by grains of sand, the twin guns followed.

The body of the spear was mixed in the dense sand and dust, like two dragons breaking through the waves, like thunder.

The tip of the spear was as sharp as a man, and two points of cold light shot out, and the sharp qi stabbed Song Yun's cheeks with pain.

Following the twin guns, Zhang Xianke's skyrocketing momentum, fierce and majestic, like a mountain pushing over, crushing everything, forming a terrifying oppressive force.

The strong wind howled, blowing the white robe of Gebu endlessly, and the wooden door of the hut behind it was blown against the wall with a loud bang.

At the same time, with a bang, the bronze long sword was unsheathed, and Song Yun moved!

Under the attack of Gangfeng, the white figure was fluttering and agile, without the slightest sense of stagnation.

A ray of blue light, condensed but not dispersed, broke through the wind and sand, and accurately pointed on the left gun.

Zhang Xianke's face changed slightly, and he suddenly felt a huge force pressing down on the head of the spear, and forcibly stopped the momentum of the stab.

"This guy...... The martial arts enter the country too fast! ”

In the angry shout, he turned his left gun, from rigid to soft, like a poisonous snake climbed onto the bronze sword, winding non-stop, to contain it.

The right gun turned, and it was another volley of angry stabs.

also ran towards Song Yun's head.

With a full shot from the peak of the grandmaster at close range, no amount of body protection can stop it, and if it is pierced, it will break the bone and pierce the skull.

However, the next moment, Zhang Xianke's face changed again.

The bronze sword that had just been caught by the left spear suddenly disappeared!

"Where's the sword?"

Song Yun folded his hands, his figure flickered, and he instantly moved four feet horizontally, allowing the short spear to only stab an afterimage.

Two consecutive shots missed, and as soon as the two-gun offensive stalled, Song Yunren disappeared in front of him.

Zhang Xianke immediately became alert, and a strong sense of crisis quietly emerged.

"Dangerous ......"

The bronze longsword had resurfaced, silently slashing through an arc towards his neck.

Kill the sword - cut the deer's neck!

The killing sword qi was silently stimulated, and it instantly broke through the neck guard basin collar and aimed at the inner armor inside.

Zhang Xianke broke out in a cold sweat, and quickly moved his two spears back in front of him, holding the bronze long sword, and at the same time retreated sharply, trying to distance himself.

Song Yun performed "Heavenly Ghosts in the Sky", following him like a shadow, chasing after him.

The sword qi sneered, drawing invisible cuts in the air, accompanied by the flashing of blue light, forming waves of continuous slashes.

The offensive and defensive momentum has been reversed.

Zhang Xianke lost the first move, and was immediately attacked by Song Yun like a storm.

The sword qi in the sky poured down like a torrential rain.

The twin spears could only swing back and forth, blocking left and right, constantly colliding with the bronze longsword, making a dense clanging sound.

After a few breaths, Zhang Xianke received seventy or eighty slashes, and his hands were numb.

The others were also stunned, and went all out, and the two guns were rounded and thrown away, and the dense shadows of the guns were connected together, forming a copper wall and an iron wall in front of them.

With the sound of the boom, Zhang Xianke jumped more than a foot high and stepped out of a big hole in the sandy land.

The two guns are like giant pythons flicking their tails, smashing down one after another, and the strength is fierce, as if even the mountains can be smashed with the barrel of a gun!

The momentum of the Grandmaster's peak soared to the extreme, and this blow seemed to obscure the sky, and under the shadow of the violently trembling spear, the light nearby was actually dimmed by three points.

However, Song Yun was also ready.

The bronze long sword was horizontal in front of him, his eyes glowed with a strange red, and the experience of fighting again and again flashed in his mind.

From the beginning of the first killing with a sword, to the slaughter of soldiers, the killing of generals, thousands of beheading, ten thousand beheading......

The violent murderous aura raged out, the killing sword aura continued to condense, and the terrible red light appeared from time to time.

In the end, it turned into the most unpretentious, but the most powerful move-

Armor-piercing cuts.

Break through ten thousand armors with one sword! Slay all enemies in front of you!

The sword came out, thousands of troops trembled, and the general bowed down!

If Zhang Xianke's gun is fierce and cracked rocks.

That Song Yun's sword momentum is the killing peerless that kills the world!

The long sword slashed horizontally, like a galloping thunderbolt, and brazenly met Zhang Xianke's double spear......

There was an extremely high-pitched loud bang.

There seemed to be thunder and explosion in mid-air, and the wind was like a huge wave, dispersing the rolling sand and dust in all directions.

In Anxi City, except for the two old pawns of the Innate Realm, everyone covered their ears in pain, and could only hear a buzzing and sharp sound.

The next moment, the left gun in Zhang's hand was split in two, and a cut appeared in the middle of the barrel, and the upper half fell directly to the ground.

The right spear blocked the bronze sword, but the sharp sword qi penetrated through, cutting out a crack in Zhang Xianke's Mingguang Treasure Armor, revealing the close-fitting soft armor inside.

The spear and sword pressed against each other, motionless, and the scene instantly fell into a dead silence.

Zhang Xianke looked down at the half-barrel of the gun on the ground, and his face became ugly.

Song Yun held his sword in both hands, stared at the very embarrassed envoy, and said with a smile: "Don't fight?" ”

“…… Why did your sword suddenly disappear and suddenly reappear? ”

"A unique stunt, a hidden swordsmanship."

"Hmph." Zhang Xianke took a half step back and pressed the cracked armor on his body—if it weren't for the inner armor inside, he would be more than lucky with this sword.

Leaning over to pick up the half-cut gold short spear on the ground, looking at the smooth and flat incision, his pupils shrank slightly, and he seemed to have palpitations.

The treasure spear in the middle of the ground level can be cut off by a sword!

This is not only as simple as the sharpness of the bronze sword, but also the lethality contained in the sword moves is even more terrifying!

If this slash is carried out, his armor will be split in half in an instant.

Only a rare treasure armor of the upper grade or even the best grade could block such a sharp sword qi.

Zhang Xianke took a deep breath, looked up at Song Yun, and said in a deep voice:

"Under the Martial Saint, you do have few opponents, but how do you plan to deal with the Martial Saint?"

Song Yun laughed, "I beat you, but I haven't used the power of luck yet!" ”

Zhang Xianke's face stiffened slightly, but he saw a blackened and broken jade brick appear in his hand opposite.

The next moment, Song Yun rode the wind, soared upward, hung high in the air, and looked down below.

The momentum was released, like a vast ocean, shrouded from the air, Zhang Xianke instantly felt a heavy pressure, and his pupils contracted again.

Martial Saint, this is definitely the strength of the Martial Saint level!

It feels like Song Yun is slapping it with his palm, and he is about to be suppressed underground, which is the momentum suppression of the cross-border realm!

The festival envoy was suddenly moved, exclaimed, raised his head and asked:

"Use the power of luck to directly achieve a martial saint? How did you—how did you do that? ”

"A unique stunt, luck technique." Song Yun smiled and groaned, "How? Is it qualified to build a nation? ”

Zhang Xianke nodded silently, his chest rose and fell, which was greatly shocked, and his breathing was much shorter.