Post road wilderness, snowy night.

The sound of exploding gunfire was like the earth-shattering drumbeat in front of the battle array, and the humming of machinery completely detonated boiling blood.

No cliché questions, no vulgar threats.

The two people facing each other from afar, neither of them had the desire to speak, only their eyes were like swords, and they only had killing intent!

Needless to say, the narrow road meets.

The loser will be killed on the spot!

Winner, the road to the sky!

The long-awaited sound of suona gushed out from the ink armor and rushed into the sky, stirring up the goose feather snow flying in the sky!

Li Jun's muscles and muscles were constantly agitated in the battle song of Ma Wangye, and the surging strength became more and more turbulent, and he actually went one step further in the state of eating dragons and tigers!

At the moment when this scale climbed to the climax, Li Jun moved!

Kuiwei's body disappeared in place, the falling snow flakes were swept up by the strong wind, and the terrifying thunder sound of tigers and leopards erupted from the body that hit forward!

The so-called column is missing, which means thunder and lightning.

In less than a breath, Li Jun rushed over a hundred zhang distance, and the huge and exaggerated embroidered spring knife went straight to the opponent's head with an unstoppable force.

In front of the rejection of the horse, the barren summer tiger pestle and spear stood majestically, and his face was hidden in the gloom under the helmet, making it impossible to see the expression on his face.

I saw him pick up his foot and kick the end of the spear, the body of the spear rolled up in half a circle in the palm of his hand, and his backhand was inserted into the gap between the recoil array behind him.

"Up!"

With a low shout, the recoil array behind him weighing more than 10,000 catties was picked up and flew up, smashing directly at Li Jun.

Li Jun's speed did not decrease in the slightest, and at the moment when he was about to hit the steel horse, his body fell suddenly, his upper body was folded backwards, and his knees were sliding against the ground.

The broad blade of the embroidered spring knife was close to the tip of the nose, rubbing against the sharp edge of the horse, rubbing clusters of dazzling sparks.

The rejection of the horse failed, Li Jun's body was like a tight bow, and he suddenly jumped up from the slide and slashed it with a knife!

Zheng!

Swords and guns collided, and invisible air currents surged towards the ground. Blow away the snow that is majestic enough to obscure your view.

The desolate Xia Hu held the tiger-headed spear with his back palm, shook the spear and flicked the long knife pressed on the spear head, and at the same time twisted his wrist, turned his palm into a grip, and slashed at Li Jun's shoulder from top to bottom.

Li Jun's figure flickered, and he let go of the spear and smash it in a millimeter. The embroidered spring knife rotated with the wrist, held it in the hand, approached the elbow, and wiped it directly at the throat of the other party.

The blade trembled, sonorous and piercing.

The strength of Bajiquan is already ready to go on the edge of the blade!

The desolate Xia Tiger looked solemn, and grabbed the tail of the gun with his right hand to block the embroidered spring knife and slash flatly.

Clang! The embroidered spring knife slashed at the steel gun, exploding with a deafening sound.

The invincible eight poles and the strength of the staggered bones rushed into the body of the gun along the collision, but it did not shake open the palm of the opponent's gun as Li Jun expected, but like a mud cow entering the sea, it would disappear without a trace in the blink of an eye.

Suddenly, Li Jun's pupils shrank suddenly, and a thought popped up in his heart!

This person is at least a martial five!

In addition, Li Jun didn't think that a martial artist of the same level as himself could carry the strength contained in this sword so lightly, even if it was a peak martial artist!

The only possibility is that the other party has already stepped into the fifth order, and the strength of the internal force and physique is high enough to directly eliminate their own strength.

At this moment, the two were almost face to face, and the surprise in Li Jun's eyes was naturally unobstructed by the desolate summer tiger.

I saw him smile fiercely, and the five fingers of his left hand struck out from his waist into a fist, hitting the barrel of the gun.

Bang!

The barrel of the gun, whose material is definitely not lower than that of the seventh grade, was suddenly forced, and it directly hit the embroidered spring knife in Li Jun's hand.

A terrifying force rolled along the blade of the knife, and the armor and flesh on Li Junhu's mouth were instantly torn, and his body bounced back uncontrollably, falling three zhang away.

Not only that, but even the sound of music rushing out of Ma Wangye's red eyes was also suffocated by this punch.

Da.. Da.. Da..

Scarlet blood poured out of the hideous wound, leached out of the handguard, spread along the hilt, and slowly dripped down the blade, smashing tiny holes in the snow.

Zheng!

"Wild Wu Xu, Wu Liuzhi Ge."

The desolate summer tiger grabbed the spear stuck in the ground with one arm, and the corners of his mouth hooked up a sneer.

"That's just it."

In the face of provocation, Ma Wangye never showed weakness, and opened his mouth to scold: "What kind of goods are you? ”

"Desolate Xia Hu, Huangtianmen Wuwu, Rong Shou."

The leader of the warriors, the warlike ones.

The two sequences of the same origin but going back to each other have a sense of rivalry in the dark.

"It turns out that your desolate family is the remnant of the cowards of Huang Tianmen!"

Lord Ma seemed to be particularly hostile to the three words 'Huangtianmen', and his words were full of anger.

"Some people say that a wild dog like you with no teacher and no ancestors is the future of Wu Xu, and we are the scum of genetically abandoned."

The desolate Xia Hu turned a blind eye to Lord Ma, and stared straight at Li Jun.

"Six-on-five, I'm curious how long I can hold back if I'm serious?"

Yikes!

Li Jun swiped the knife horizontally, and the heat energy of the 'Binding Flame' spread along the blade.

The heat swept in, scorching the falling snow into a white mist, and the red light illuminated a pair of fearless eyes.

"Then you can try it!"

As soon as the words fell, two burly bodies that were far beyond ordinary people collided and rushed out at the same time, almost in the blink of an eye, they were already approaching each other.

The tiger's head spear was like an evil dragon coming out of the abyss, and the body of the spear kept bending, and the head of the spear trembled and intertwined with the illusion of the debut path, and the lightning pierced Li Jun's eyebrows.

Yellow Sky Spear Technique, Skull Crushing!

In the face of the swift thunder of the desolate Xia Hu, the embroidered spring knife caught up with the blade and slashed at the position of the gun.

At the moment of collision, a force of strength dispersed the 'explosion' of the Baji Fist and the 'tearing' of the splitting muscles and bones in an unstoppable attitude, and almost flew the embroidered spring knife out of Li Jun's palm.

Li Jun held down his weak right hand with his left hand, and forcibly knocked the gun away with the knife with both hands, trying to rush into front of the desolate Xia Hu.

One inch is strong, one inch is long, one inch is short, and one inch is dangerous.

The tiger head spear is strong in the long shot, and the embroidered spring knife is better in close combat.

If Li Jun wants to defeat the strong with the weak, he can only take risks.

is also a person in the martial order, and the desolate Xia Hu naturally would not give Li Jun this opportunity, only to see him twist the barrel of the gun, and swept in front of him with a stronger force than Li Jun after wearing armor.

While forcing Li Jun to retreat, the spear was unforgiving, and suddenly slashed into the throat.

Li Jun had a tiger and leopard thunder sound in his legs, and he lowered his head before the millimeter, and the long knife slashed diagonally. His eyes moved with the light of the knife, but as soon as he raised it, he was shocked to see that there was already a black shadow rolling overhead.

Clang!

The armor of Li Jun's right arm bent instantly, his flesh and blood shattered, and the heavy blade of the embroidered spring knife fell his shoulder.

"It seems that you won't be able to carry it for long."

The desolate summer tiger looked domineering, and the muscles of the hands holding the gun tightened, constantly leaning downward.

Boom!

"Do you know what Rong Shou is? Because our sadhana is to be done in the midst of a bloody war. ”

Li Jun carried the knife on his shoulder, smashed one knee to the ground, and choked a mouthful of blood from his mouth.

The nail at the shoulder let out a piercing metal whin, cracking and shattering.

"Wu Liuzhige, can you stop my Bingge?!"

(End of chapter)