Defeat Dumen!

Capture as high as a tiger!

In less than a quarter of an hour.

Zhao Chanjia has already killed in the formation.

He was one person, one horse and one gun, back and forth, left and right.

In these eight bronze banner arrays, the heads of the people were rolling, and the blood flowed like a river.

Straight out of Dumen.

Zhao Chanjia disrupted the array.

Seeing that the soldiers around him were gradually chaotic, he felt a slight certainty in his heart, and the spear in his hand quickly flipped over, swept left and right, killed a passage, kept moving forward, and galloped away.

……

Open the door nearby.

Xiao Moke opened the big knife and fought fiercely with Wang Ke.

A gun!

A knife!

Fierce scuffle, fighting.

The two fierce generals, back and forth, flying up and down, until thirty-five or six rounds, still no winner.

But.

Wang Ke's strength has reached one hundred and thirty-eight pounds now, but the muddy iron point steel gun in his hand is only seventy-five pounds, and it is a little uncomfortable to use.

However.

On the occasion of such a fierce duel.

The slightest difference in the weight of weapons is likely to become a variable in the situation of this battle.

Really.

Fight to forty rounds or more.

Xiao Maha saw the problem of Wang Ke's blade, and his heart was overjoyed, and the long knife in his hand was swung out, and the knife was as fast as a knife, and it smashed heavily on the barrel of the iron point steel gun in Wang Ke's palm.

Clang!

Clang!

Clang!

A few blows of gold and iron clashed at the sound of a few blows.

Wang Ke already had sweat on his forehead.

He gritted his teeth, gritted the barrel of the gun with both hands, and slashed out with his backhand, immediately unleashing the Thunder Thirteen Style.

But I saw that the shadow of the rolling gun was in the air, and under the bombardment of the sharp whistling wind, a shot was as fast as a shot, and a shot was as fierce as a shot.

Clang!

Clang!

Clang!

Wang Ke's spear turned.

The situation changed immediately.

The thunderous spear burst out, smashing firmly on the blade of Xiao Maha's Glaive.

Moment.

Xiao Maha's knife technique stagnated, and he couldn't help but be a little scattered.

One shot.

Wang Ke was unforgiving.

He shouted violently in his mouth, and the marksmanship in his palm immediately intensified, and the rolling gun shadow moved, swallowing and spitting, fluctuating, resisting Xiao Maha and fighting.

Xiao Maha's heart was solemn, and the long knife flew up, rolling up a layer of knife curtains, sealing Wang Ke's gun.

Another fifteen or sixteen rounds of fighting.

After all, Xiao Maha's strength was much higher than Wang Ke's, he gradually figured out the opponent's spear momentum, and his sword technique changed, and gradually, Wang Ke was suppressed.

"The tip of the gun stabs three inches to the left!"

At this moment.

Wang Ke gritted his teeth, sweating up and down his body, fighting with Xiao Maha.

It's here.

An old voice poured into Wang Ke's ears.

Hear the voice.

Wang Ke was shocked.

Because he heard that this was Zhao Chanjia's timbre.

Thereupon.

Wang Ke was overjoyed in his heart, and without thinking, according to Zhao Chanjia's instructions, he shot backhand and stabbed Xiao Maha at the upper left door.

This shot.

The guns were fast and urgent.

The stabbing made Xiao Maha a little hurried.

He hurriedly retracted the knife, lifted it upward, and caught the tip of the gun steadily.

"The gun flips and stabs to the right ribs!"

This time.

Zhao Chanjia's voice sounded again.

Wang Ke nodded slightly, grasped the barrel of the gun with both hands, pressed it down hard, and the head of the gun turned around, pulling away from the shaft of Xiao Maha's knife, like a poisonous snake, stabbing it down, attacking Xiao Maha's right ribs.

Clang!

This shot is even more tricky.

Xiao Maha sweated on his forehead.

He hurriedly waved his sword to parry, and while fighting Wang Ke, he wanted to turn his head sideways to see who was pointing at the enemy.

However.

How could Wang Ke distract him? So, step up the gun momentum and resist Xiao Maha to fight.

"The tip of the gun moves to the left and stabs the enemy in the right shoulder!"

"Flip the head of the gun and pick the enemy's throat!"

"Three spear flowers, attack the enemy's shoulders!"

Old voices rang out.

Pointing at Wang Ke's rain-like marksmanship.

Although Xiao Maha is a fierce general in the south, how can he resist Zhao Chanjia's vicious eyes?

Under the guidance of Zhao Chanjia.

Wang Ke and Xiao Maha fought for ten rounds, and finally a shot was stabbed, hitting Xiao Maha in the throat, and a bloody arrow shot out from the wound and sprinkled Wang Ke's body.

Bang!

Immediately, Xiao Maha's body fell to the ground heavily!

Wang Ke's wrist shook slightly, and he shook off the blood on the tip of the gun.

At this moment.

He only felt a burst of clarity in his heart.

Thinking about it carefully, it should be the obsession of the original owner of this body, and at the same time that Xiao Maha was assassinated by his own hands, it has disappeared invisibly.

"Thank you for your advice!"

Wang Ke took a deep breath, then turned over and dismounted, and saluted Zhao Chanjia.

Zhao Chanjia nodded and said to Wang Ke: "Your marksmanship is Zhou Panlong's kung fu?" ”

"Exactly!"

Wang Ke replied.

Zhao Chanjia showed a hint of appreciation in his eyes, and then said, "Not bad! Not bad! At a young age, I can comprehend the Thirteen Styles of Thunder, and when I return to the barracks in a while, I can come and talk to me. ”

"Yes!"

Listen to Zhao Chanjia's words.

Wang Ke was overjoyed in his heart, and hurriedly gave up his hand and thanked him.

……

As Gao Ruhu was captured, Xiao Maha was killed, and the entire Eight Gate Bronze Flag Array suddenly collapsed.

Xin Wenli and Xin Chengshi broke through the siege, went to Yuquan City and were defeated, closed the city gate, and held on, not to mention it for the time being.

And Zhao Chanjia, Yang Xuangan, Lai Hu'er, and Wang Ke clapped the drum of victory, slowly returned to the camp, and each settled his troops and horses, waiting for the siege of Yuquan City.

It's night.

A gentle breeze.

Wang Ke was dressed in a samurai suit, carrying a spear, came to Zhao Chanjia's tent, and bowed: "Old general, junior Wang Ke asks to see." ”

"Come in!"

Zhao Chanjia's voice sounded from the tent.

Heard Zhao Toadjia calling.

Wang Ke entered the tent.

He raised his eyes and saw Zhao Chanjia sitting behind the bookcase, holding an ancient book in his hand.

"Sit down."

Zhao Chanjia nodded and motioned for Wang Ke to sit down on the couch next to him.

His body was as straight as a gun, his eyes did not squint, and he quietly waited for Zhao Toad Jia to finish reading the book.

I waited for about half an hour.

Wang Ke's back was already slightly numb.

And at this moment.

Zhao Chanjia closed the book, raised his head, looked at Wang Ke, and asked slowly, "Where did you get your marksmanship?" ”

"It is good to teach the old general to know that the younger generation once followed the army, broke through Linjiangwu, killed Zhou Xuansheng, and obtained Zhou Panlong's marksmanship."

Wang Ke stood up and arched his hand.

"You are honest...... However, do you know my relationship with the Zhou family? ”

Zhao Chanjia nodded slightly, and said with a smile.

"The younger generation doesn't know."

Wang Ke shook his head and replied.

Zhao Toadjia said: "When I was not as weak as the crown, I loved martial arts, visited the world's famous teachers, one day traveled to Jiangdong, met a down-and-out person, under the conversation, the man said that he was Zhou Panlong, Zhou Fengshu after, because of the royal family's contention for the throne, Zhou's downfall, helpless to live in the people, he was penniless, begging along the street, I saw that he had martial arts, so he funded him, he taught him marksmanship......"

"I see...... No wonder the old general is very familiar with this Thunder Thirteen Style. ”

Hearing Zhao Chanjia's words, Wang Ke nodded slightly.

Zhao Chanjia paused, and then said: "I got his marksmanship, I think it is very exquisite, and I feel that I have taken a big advantage in vain, so I said to him: If I see the successor of the Thirteen Styles of Thunder again the day after tomorrow, I will definitely pass on another exquisite marksmanship, which is my long-cherished ......wish."