"Qiankun Protector!" Dowling raised his hand in front of him, and a broken golden gossip pattern appeared in the air, blocking He Wenhong's spirit bullet like a transparent shield.

Recorded in the Demon Chapter, the gossip protector of the Guigu Taoism.

Dao Lin used this trick in fact, he was also forced to helpless, in fact, he didn't fully learn the gossip body protection at all, because the spiritual sense was not enough, he could only show the two hexagrams, and he couldn't use it at the beginning of the shock hexagram, but this was his only defense at present, so he had to bite the bullet.

The Qiankun shield in the air, the Tai Chi pattern in it is blurred, and the surrounding gossip only has two figures, Qiankun and Kun, and the other six places are blank, but the gun in He Wenhong's left hand is just an ordinary shot, and these bullets Dao Lin can still block it.

After landing, Dowling did not retreat but advanced, to get the fallen iron umbrella, if he didn't have this thing, he would be dead end. How could He Wenhong let him get his wish, he arrived at the umbrella faster than Dowling, and kicked the iron umbrella far behind him.

I have to say that the nickname of this hundred-step chasing wind is indeed appropriate, even if the speed of his instant burst is not as fast as Dao Lin, who uses the Spirit Consciousness Gathering Technique, but his movement skills are definitely several times better than Dao Lin, this is obviously some kind of method similar to light gong. He Wenhong's light movement combined with the medium-range shooting of the two guns, within 100 steps, the enemy should really be unable to escape.

At this moment, Dowling began to envy the amazing movement speed of the steel hammer that could disappear in an instant without any spells, if he could do that, even the umbrella would be saved, and he could directly kill this neurotic in seconds. But now he only had to be beaten, rolling and crawling between bunkers, his arms and thighs were grazed by bullets, and the game was really going to be over.

Suddenly Dao Lin noticed one thing, this was a key turning point, at this moment his judgment reversed the entire victory, Dao Lin once again used the Qiankun Protector, and a golden shield appeared in front of him again, this kind of spell that consumed the spirit, with Dao Lin's spiritual sense, could not be used a few times at all, it should be used at the critical moment to save his life, but at this time he used this shield to shorten the distance between him and He Wenhong.

In fact, Daolin's idea is very simple, this thing can't stop He Wenhong's goshawk from breaking through the sky at all, if he guesses correctly, now is the only chance to defeat He Wenhong, if the other party uses another trick, he will lose.

He Wenhong saw Dao Lin rushing towards him with a shield, and immediately jumped up, with his style, as long as there was the cover of bullets, even if Dao Lin was close, he would soon be re-opened to an ideal distance of about twenty meters by him.

But he miscalculated, after Dowling's shield disappeared, he did not dodge, but ate his two spirit bullets, and the blood spurting out of his shoulders and waist instantly evaporated in the air, and Dowling's body seemed to have steam rising, and his body became a little blurry. He urged the Spiritual Consciousness Gathering Technique with all his might, accelerated in an instant, and deceived himself in front of He Wenhong, grabbing his left hand holding the gun.

Looking at He Wenhong's surprised expression, he knew that he had made the right bet.

"What's wrong? Sample? Hit me with the gun in your right hand?" Dowling smirked.

He Wenhong's face turned pale with anger, the gun in his right hand was still cooling down at the moment, and he couldn't shoot a single spiritual bullet.

In fact, his gun is not infinitely fireable, and he has to rest when his mental power is exhausted, and he must cool down after a long period of rapid fire or using a goshawk to break through the air.

Dowling found that after He Wenhong used the goshawk to break through the air, his right hand did not fire a single shot, and the rate of fire of his left hand also slowed down significantly, so he immediately guessed the limit of overheating and cooling. According to his thoughts, if He Wenhong can really release infinite spirit bullets, then he is a street fighter against Contra, and no matter how long your blood bar is, it will be a dead end. Therefore, success or failure is in one move, in case the other party can still shoot, he can only admit it.

Of course, He Wenhong did not admit defeat, the hand-to-hand combat had just begun, he raised the butt of his right hand and smashed it towards Dowling, his target was Dowling's right hand, as long as his left hand could break free from Dowling's clamping, he still had an absolute advantage.

But after all, he is not good at hand-to-hand combat, and for the current Daolin, it is indeed as easy as chopping vegetables to kill He Wenhong.

The butt of the gun was only halfway swinged, and Daolin's fist hit He Wenhong's neck, instantly stunned He Wenhong, the fighting techniques he learned from Chen Yuan were the most practical moves in the army

The throat and joints are the first to be attacked, and then Dao Lin is right hand turned hard, twisting He Wenhong's left hand to his back, and the gun in his hand fell to the ground.

Daolin slapped his back knee at He Wenhong's feet, and the other party knelt on the ground, Daolin twisted one of his arms behind him, pressed his head, and pressed him down, and the gun in He Wenhong's right hand was lost somewhere, and at this moment he covered his neck with his only right hand that could move, as if he was in great pain.

"Lao Huo, this counts me as winning, right? I've already shown mercy to my men, and if this unfortunate boy resists me again, he'll be killed."

Huo Feng had already made up his mind, and when Daolin grabbed He Wenhong's left hand, the outcome had already been revealed, and he walked over and said, "Chasing the wind in a hundred steps has lost the ability to fight, I declare ......

"Slow referee! I don't throw in the towel! I can still fight!" He Wenhong roared unwillingly, he was very embarrassed when he was suppressed by Daolin, and he couldn't stop coughing.

"Drink, you are a little example, I don't care about you when I hurt me like this, you are still energetic, aren't you?" Dao Lin added a little more force to his hand, and He Wenhong's left hand was about to dislocate, but he was still gritting his teeth and holding on.

"In that case, the game continues." Huo Feng looked at He Wenhong's painful face, shook his head and walked away again.

"I'm talking about this cousin." Dowling approached He Wenhong and said, "I have no grudge with you in the past, and I have no grudge against you recently, you don't have to do this, right? Are you afraid that I will seek revenge on your cousin and want to deal with me first?"

Hearing the word cousin, He Wenhong roared again: "You...... You dare to mention my cousin! You...... You...... Wait, revenge...... What hatred?"

"Huh? Don't you know? That little ghost bit me last time, and his attitude of admitting his mistake was extremely insincere, and Lao Tzu wanted to take care of him for his parents. I said, cousin, have you been bitten by that big dog, and you have left some root cause?"

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At this moment, He Wenhong felt that he was an idiot, and Dowling was a psychopath.

"Referee! I'm throwing in the towel!" He Wenhong shouted.

Huo Feng didn't know what the two of them said, with his not too in-depth understanding of Daolin, he felt that it was nothing more than coercion and temptation, after all, Daolin's poor character was recognized.

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