"Guan Shan blocks the two hearts hanging, what ambition does he want to save the galaxy."

"The empty bloody blade is not a hoe, and the hero's life and death are in danger."

The desolate tone stretched the last word 'difficult' extraordinarily long, and the faint erhu sound that had been paved behind it exploded at this moment, along with the sonorous and crisp sound of the bullet hitting the head of the gun, and exploded together!

The round body of the spear pressed out a terrifying arc, and the cold light wrapped in it was like a broken moon, slashing towards Lu Yuzhang's head.

Boom!

The spear pierced the ground, and the unrivaled force shook the entire Lu family's mansion, the grass and trees shook the branches, the pool surface set off waves, and the dust of rubble and dust rolled up.

A blood-stained white robe floated out of smoke and dust, and under the scattered and drooping bun, Lu Yuzhang's eyes were resolute and cold, and his index finger pressed on the trigger of the 'dark room' was pressed to the end, emptying the magazine.

Black smoke, white light, explosions, tricks.

With the blessing of the two arts of 'shooting' and 'arithmetic' in the Confucian order, every bullet shot by Lu Yuzhang can accurately bite Li Jun's running figure.

Bullets with various special effects are even more troublesome, although they are not very powerful, but they are better than weird and difficult.

Li Jun, whose momentum was blocked, inserted the tip of the gun into the bottom of a high-altitude rockery with his backhand, and his arms tensed and provoked.

The rocks broke through the air, and the whistling sound was terrifying.

"Shen Du. . . Fearless! ”

Lu Yuzhang's black hair danced wildly in the wind, his long body stood upright, and he 'Shen Du' fired!

Rumble!

The rumbling of gunfire was like a cannon, instantly overshadowing the restless footsteps and shouts around them.

The bullet that came out of the disembowelment was wrapped in a layer of black light and shadow the size of a fist, pulling out a circle of air ripples in the air, blasting the flying rockery into a cloud of rubble, revealing the fierce eyes that followed it.

Rumble!

Another shot rang out, and the bullet that went straight to Li Jun's eyebrows was directly whipped away by the explosive gun.

The deformed projectile that fell to the ground was crushed directly into the ground by the falling footsteps.

The white-clothed Confucian stepped on the cracked ground, and the two special firearms made by Mo Xuxu San in his hand continued to vent terrifying firepower in all directions, and where the bullets fell, the flames soared into the sky, and the air waves swept through.

But even so, it still couldn't stop the ghostly figure of the flame-entangled martial artist flickering closer.

Click.

The sound of the firing pin was faintly audible in the rolling gunfire.

Lu Yuzhang's wrist flicked covertly, the empty magazine was thrown off the gun, the muzzle of the gun was lowered, and at the same time, a magazine flew out of the wide sleeve robe and fell into the magazine accurately.

But at this fleeting pause, a sharp spear shadow was like a leopard beast that had been lurking for a long time, biting Lu Yuzhang's left arm holding the gun.

Fierce and deadly.

Poof!

A severed arm flew up, and the muzzle of the 'Shendu' gun still held in his hand roared into the sky, blasting a huge gap in the caisson depicting exquisite pictures and texts.

Lu Yuzhang, who had lost an arm, still couldn't see the slightest pain on his face, and the 'dark room' in his right hand was horizontal, and the muzzle of the gun was aimed at the contemptuous face that was close at hand.

Before his fingers could press the trigger, Lu Yuzhang felt a sharp pain in his chest, and the sound of bones breaking was connected in his mind.

"If it's a head-to-head fight, it's not Wu Xu's opponent in the end."

In mid-air, Lu Yuzhang's mouth and nose were bleeding, but the corners of his mouth strangely evoked a faint smile.

He had no intention of separating life and death with Li Jun, and this moment of obstruction was enough to prove his loyalty and worth.

Naturally, someone will take over the rest.

Because the private soldiers guarding the Lu lord have arrived!

Poof!

The tip of the spear peeked through the back of the head of a roadblocker, and the falling spear was like a quick knife cutting through the opponent's body.

The soldiers who had not yet lost their breath turned their faces sideways, their eyes staring directly at the heart of the machine that he had rolled to the ground, and watched it be trampled into a mixture of flesh and equipment by the footsteps in front of him, and the light in his eyes was desperately extinguished.

"Surround him to death!"

Outside the tide of soldiers, Lu Siyi, who came in a hurry, stood in front of his father, his expression was cold and murderous, but there was an excited smile in the depths of his eyes.

It seems that in his eyes, Li Jun, who is alone in the valve, is just a big gift from the door.

That's all!

There is no point reminder, which means that Lu Yuzhang is not dead.

Li Jun frowned slightly, slowly inhaled a breath into his abdomen, the internal force surged, and he exhaled!

"Shock!"

A suppressive force from the genetic level swept away in an instant, and the private soldiers of the gate valve who swarmed in front of him suddenly moved.

At this moment, Li Jun lunged out with his left foot, and his back was slightly bent. At the moment of kicking the ground, he straightened his spine and stretched his back, and the tyrannical gun shadow set off a wave of black flames, straight into the crowd.

The severed limbs flying in all directions were burned by the flames with an unpleasant stench of burning, and countless footsteps trampled the white blood on the ground as if it were boiling.

Most of the private soldiers of Lu Zhu who stood in front of Li Jun were people in the military order.

This is not because the relationship between Confucianism and Bing has become so close that they are inseparable from each other, but the main reason is that the threshold of military order is low and the cost is cheap.

The most important point is that the Confucian order can also achieve ideological control over the military order through the 'imperial art', so as to ensure the problem of loyalty.

Although this will cause the battle mode of the gate valve's private soldiers to be single, and the sequence is generally low, most of the time they can only use the tactics of crowds, using human lives to kill the opponent.

However, as long as you have sufficient weapons and equipment, you can once again form a certain scale of considerable combat power in a short period of time.

Moreover, in addition to the military order, it is difficult for genes adapted to other sequences to be born in the basic disk of Confucian order, and the cultivation cost is high, and the gains and losses outweigh the losses when used as cannon fodder.

As for the possibility that the followers who have received the seal will lose the possibility of continuing to break the order, it is not within the scope of consideration of the Confucian order gate valve at all.

The word 'loyalty' is enough to withstand everything.

"The Joy of the Six Arts, Gather the Army!"

Lu Siyi, like a leading Confucian general, commanded in front of the battle and shouted loudly.

Airplanes.

The dull sound of a machine's heartbeat burst out from the chest of a private soldier who was not afraid of death. Intertwined with each other, it was like a simple and solemn dense drum beat, canceling out Li Jun's shocking power.

Not only that, the magnificent sound of ritual music drilled into Li Jun's mind, like an invisible hand pulling his figure running forward, making Li Jun feel a sense of despair of abandoning his weapon and surrendering for no reason.

"I Lin Chong is self-matched with Cangzhou, acting as a soldier in this prison city, guarding the forage of the army, alas, how can thinking about the past not make people feel painful!"

At this moment, the sound of the subdued chanting was like a sudden rise of a foreign army, interspersed back and forth in the military array of salutes and music, stepping on the drum beat of the heart of the machine, and the sonorous sound of gold and iron, all the negative effects that fell on Li Jun were washed away.

Ma Wangye's song is never sung in vain!

"Ask the sky with indignation, ask the sky when the mountain will return.'

A long groan, as if looking up to the sky and asking.

Li Jun was covered in black flames, and the fierce momentum that belonged to the lone martial arts four was like a sluice gate ready to open, rushing for thousands of miles.

At the forefront, a leader of the five soldiers turned on the overclocking and roared wildly, full of momentum, like a beast blocking the road, and like a strong general in front of the battle, a big knife and tiger were in the wind, and slashed towards Li Jun's head!

Li Jun advanced to catch up, and the spear in his hand was picked and pressed, and the opponent was smashed to pieces with a knife.

"Ask when the sky is missing and the moon will be reunited!"

The five fingers of the armor grabbed the blade that stabbed the side of the waist, and the dancing black flame clinged to it, lighting the opponent into a humanoid torch.

The soldier's bionic flesh was burned to the ground, but the pitch-black skeleton of the machine still wanted to squeeze forward, but it was followed by the wreckage of parts that were swept away by the tail of the gun.

"The Joy of the Six Arts, Rush into Battle!"

Lu Siyi was furious, raised his arms and shouted angrily.

The private soldiers who imprinted the Lu's seal letter entered the overclocking state one after another at this moment, regardless of the high and low sequences, and rushed up.

The soldiers standing on the periphery no longer cared about whether they would accidentally injure their allies, and the blasters in their hands exploded with a roar.

In the distance, Lu Yuzhang covered his broken arm, slowly stood up from the ruins of a building, staring at the figure that rushed towards him, and the corners of his mouth smiled as before.

"Ask the sky when the three-foot sword will be re-wielded!"

The sudden increase in pressure not only did not crush Li Jun, but was like throwing firewood into the fire, burning the fierce blood more and more vigorously.

The head of the gun shattered a cold light, and the scattered steel shards burst into a scream.

Li Jun turned the gun, and the black flame wrapped around the barrel of the gun suddenly boiled, twisting and circling like a black tornado.

Takeo stretched his back and stretched out his arms, and on the arm that grasped the spear, the armor suddenly tightened, concentrating all his strength between his elbows and wrists!

Four-grade technical attack, destroy the city!

The sound of breaking the air was like a tiger roaring and a dragon's roar, and on the straight line of the spear's flying fire, any figure who dared to resist was all washed away.

In an instant, the shadow of death clenched Lu Yuzhang's skin inch by inch, and the exploded pores spit out drops of cold sweat, flowing through his eyebrows and eyes, and condensing on the tip of his nose.

Lu Yuzhang let out a low voice in his mouth, wanting to order the fear gene in his body to let go of his stiff body.

Unfortunately, it was already too late.

Poof!

The spear pierced the body and plunged the white-clothed Confucian Order directly into the ground.

In the rising flames, there are convulsive and swinging bodies, and heart-rending screams!

At this moment, Ma Wangye's ridiculous singing voice because of anger also climbed to the top.

"Remove all the traitors, the temple is wide. Strong and stretched, the thief's head sacrificed to Longquan. But why is the sky full of sorrow and resentment! ”

Gujiu Guanshan, Snow Blade Longquan, Temple Zhuanghuai, Qiankun Lonely Grievance, every word is exciting.

The piercing sound of machinery, the solemn music, the blood flying from the wound, the sweat spilled from the muscles, the angry curse of the gate lord, and the happy laughter of the lone martial artist

In the splendid mansion of the wealthy family, there are souls crying with joy everywhere!

"Kill! Kill me again! ”

Lu Siyi's arm fell, his back to his father's face, but a hint of joy passed between his eyebrows.

Li Jun clasped the front door of a private soldier with five fingers, grabbed the other party's body and smashed it left and right, rampage, and approached Lu Yuzhang who was still screaming.

If you're not dead yet, then it's not over!

Sizzle

A strange tearing sound came into his ears, Li Jun suddenly lightened his hand, looked down, and saw that the 'weapon' in his hand was only a bloody and fleshy head, and the tail was connected to a curved steel spine.

The rest of the body has long been scattered and I don't know where.

Li Jun, who was dressed in black and had already been stained 'white' with blood, casually threw away this useless 'head sword'.

The tiger's eyes were circled, and within a radius of five zhang, only the mountain of corpses in the sea of blood remained.

Li Jun smiled contemptuously, stepped on his feet, and his figure flashed in front of Lu Yuzhang.

"Li Jun, the official has already given you enough face, don't you think you haven't made enough trouble?!"

The majestic voice echoed throughout the top floor of the Lu Clan, and an arrow shadow shot towards Li Jun's head.

Zheng!

Li Jun spread his fingers and grabbed the steel arrow, and the huge force of the collision pushed Li Jun's feet sideways on the ground.

The cold light of the arrow cluster collided with the coldness under the eyes, and the masonry and stone surged, and the blood dripped down.

When the arrow that ran out of kinetic energy fell to the ground with a loud bang, Li Jun raised his eyes and looked at the Lu family lord who was holding a human-high giant bow in the distance, and his lips moved slightly.

"Not enough."

Bang!

Li Jun, who flashed in, stepped his head into the mud with one kick in Lu Yuzhang's desperate gaze.

It was only at this time that Li Jun's face finally showed deep fatigue, but he still steadily pulled out the spear that entwined the flames.

The body of the gun is raised to shoulder height, and the halberd is pointed at Lu Ning.

"The wind and snow are broken, the roof tiles are broken, it is already the way of the world to be in danger, why do you still bother to be majestic on the heads of the poor? If you don't show mercy, then let me avenge me! ”

The aftermath was followed by a long exhalation.

"Grass fucking, cool!"

Ma Wangye laughed loudly, and his whole body was full of anger.

Lu Yuzhang, the righteous son he had just received, was killed in front of his eyes in his mansion.

This scene made Lu Ning no longer able to maintain the demeanor of the master of the gate valve family who had collapsed and his face did not change, and his face was pale.

What's more critical is that at the last moment, he made a move, but he couldn't stop this arrogant martial artist from killing the killer, and even just let the other party take a few steps back and leave a few points of blood, that's all.

If this spreads, where should I put my face?

"Siyi"

"My son is here."

Lu Siyi clenched his fists, and behind him, the private soldiers of the gate lord, who were slaughtered by Li Jun, became dense and crowded again at this moment.

And in the distance, there are dense footsteps, which continue to sound like a tide.

Liaodong Lu Valve, there are more than 1,000 private soldiers, how many can you kill if you can fight with a martial order?

"Single-handedly pick my gate valve? Hmph"

Lu Siyi sneered in his heart, with a contemptuous expression on his face, just waiting for his father's order, so that the bones of Li Jun's devoured by his troops were gone.

But just when he couldn't wait, Lu Ning's order sounded in his ears for a long time.

Lu Siyi looked up in confusion, and saw that Lu Ning's face was pale and pale, and there seemed to be a panicked look in his trembling pupils that he had never seen since he was a child.

"What's going on."

[The Lu family in Fenghua Mansion was killed, and Wu Zhijiao, the leader of the Lu Lord's private army, was killed on the spot! 】

[The Han family, the capital of Jianzhou in eastern Liaodong, was attacked by an unknown attack and suffered heavy casualties, please ask the lord for support! ] 】

[The Shen family in Liaoyang Mansion in Liaodong suffered an unknown attack and suffered heavy casualties, please ask the lord for support! ] 】

In a place that others couldn't peep into, a series of blood-red fonts floated in front of Lu Ning's line of sight.

The previous piece of news was not too important to Lu Ning.

A farmer is just four, as long as he is willing to bid, he can recruit again at any time.

But the latter is the fatal wound that is really enough to shake the Lu family's status in Liaodong.

Unidentified attack? Could it be Li Jun's accomplices?

No way. As soon as the idea arose, it was denied by Lu Ning himself.

You must know that the entire Liaodong Province has a total of six state capitals, and the territory is vast and far apart.

With the ability of this group of bandits, how could they have the ability to send people to attack the provinces, and they could also beat the gates to the point where they urgently asked for help?

But it's not them, who will suddenly do it to themselves at this time?

And the thing that made Lu Ning feel chilling the whole body the most was that he didn't notice any wind and grass beforehand.

When did Liaodong Province be infiltrated into such a tattered appearance?

Is this still my Lu family's Liaodong?!

"Since Lu Yuzhang, the culprit of the persecution of your Jinyi Guard, has been punished, then today's matter is over, how about it?"

At the moment when Lu Ning's first word came out, Lu Siyi's arm had already been raised, and the private soldiers around him also stirred up their hearts.

But when he finished saying this, there was only a dead silence left on the top floor of the entire Lu Valve.

Lu Siyi's face was stiff, but the thoughts in his mind were racing rapidly, wanting to know the reason for his father's sudden change in attitude.

"Want to stop? Okay. ”

Li Jun shook the tip of the gun, "He also has the blood of the Jinyi Guard in the Japanese District on his hands, hand him over." ”

The tip of the gun is pointing at Lu Siyi.

A chill rushed from the tail vertebrae to the top of his head, but the angry shouts that sounded behind him suddenly warmed Lu Siyi's heart.

"This is my only son of Lu Ning, the future head of the Lu Valve, Li Jun, you don't want to get an inch!"

"Reluctantly? Then keep going! Let's see if you Lu Valve falls first, or if I, Li Jun, die first! ”

Li Jun's strength made Lu Ning suspicious, could it be that the other party also knew about the attacks on the various mansions?

"Drive the wolf and devour the tiger, take your own life to help others lay out, what are you for?"

Lu Ning almost squeezed this sentence out of his teeth.

Li Jun just smiled contemptuously, "I'll just ask you, hand it over, or don't fucking hand it over!" ”

"Deliver."

Lu Siyi looked back blankly, but saw a black hole with the muzzle of a gun in front of him.

"Daddy?"

Bang!

(End of chapter)