This martial slave is about fifty years old, with a tiger's back and a bear's waist, calloused hands, one hand scoops the iron gun in his hand, the other hand naturally hangs down, and his cold gaze falls on the person opposite, and his eyes have not changed at all because of the other party's youth.

Dugu has rich experience in seeking defeat, and he can see at a glance that this person is a master with a gun, and his methods are very spicy, and his body is extremely evil.

"Thorny ......"

"Woo ......"

The spear in the hand of the martial slave one-handed envoy, did not see its movements, the spear in the hand as if alive, on the stone steps across a string of sparks, lifted into the air, the right hand held the barrel of the gun, the left hand followed the tail of the gun, smashing out, the spear tore the air, making a deafening sound of air explosion.

This nimble gun is used as a hammer, but it is more powerful than a hammer.

Although the onlookers said that the young man lost, but at this moment when they saw the spear falling, it seemed that the young man's head was going to be shattered in the next moment, and some of them were still a little unbearable, and turned their heads away, after all, who didn't have a young age.

"Bang" the spear touches the ground.

"Hey, this boy dodged ......"

"It's not simple, it's not simple, he can dodge the trick of the 'Overlord Gun' Wang Lie, this young man still has some ability, if he doesn't want to climb the city wall, he will definitely be a martial arts rookie in the future......"

There was a lot of discussion in the crowd, and everyone who stayed here for a long time knew that Wang Lie was ruthless and would be ruthless.

Wang Lie was also slightly surprised in his eyes, he was in the field, and he felt it even more deeply, at this moment his spear touched the ground, and the sword finger of the young man opposite was lightly pressed on his gun.

"Up"

Wang Lie shouted, the sound was like thunder, and he held the gun with both hands and raised it violently.

The divine light in Dugu's eyes became more and more intense, and he pinched his sword fingers, surrounded by an inexplicable meaning, as if something was hidden and nurtured. The index finger and middle finger tap the body of the gun, although the action is gentle, if there is a kendo everyone to see, you can naturally recognize that this gentle action contains the stickiness of the swordsmanship, and pick, it seems to be clumsy and ingenious, and the changes are subtle.

Although the movement was light, there was an amazing momentum inside, bringing the spear in Wang Lie's hand forward, and carrying Wang Lie's body.

Subsequently, Dugu's right hand flicked the body of the spear again and again, and the vibration of the iron spear became more and more intense, and Wang Lie could barely hold the spear.

He resolutely abandoned the spear in his hand, clenched his right hand into a fist, and was about to blast at the young man, but immediately stopped.

Stopping, naturally, not because he found it out with kindness, but because at his throat, there were two white and tender fingers, in the shape of sword fingers, which seemed to be ready to be handed out and pierced his throat.

Wang Lie was silent for a long time, took a step back, arched his hand, and turned sideways.

Dugu retracted his right hand in defeat, his face was calm, and he climbed the stairs.

The onlookers were stunned and blinked vigorously, thinking back to the battle just now, but they couldn't see clearly how this young man won. The onlookers in the tea shop and on the street exploded.

"Brother Li, do you see clearly?"

"Hmm...... This one...... Actually......"

"You're actually an egg, you can't see clearly if you don't see clearly......"

"Hey, surnamed Zhou, you old Wang Ba, you can see ...... clearly"

"Of course I see ...... clearly"

As soon as these words came out, many people looked over, and the old man surnamed Zhou blushed and said in a low voice: "I naturally see clearly, it must be that young man who won......"

"Cut ......"

In the corner, Zhao Zhi lowered his head and asked, "Uncle Qi, do you see clearly?"

Uncle Qi frowned, nodded, shook his head again, and hesitated: "It should be that I didn't see it clearly...... He only saw the young man take a step forward, and as soon as he handed his sword finger forward, it was handed to the throat of the martial slave who was four or five steps away from him.

At the city wall, Wang Lie picked up the spear, looked at the back of the young man who climbed the stairs, and somehow remembered the deceased master, the old man who always chopped wood and boiled water, but could pick up a dead branch to make a gun, and beat his crops in three or two strokes.

The second Wu Nu is a man with a long knife, the man is not tall, but the knife in his hand is almost like half a door.

Seeing that Dugu was seeking defeat and came to the front, he didn't greet him, like a blank slate, his face was expressionless, his left foot moved forward, and the big knife was chopped down at the head, from lifting the knife, lifting to splitting, these three actions had a continuous momentum, but the big knife on the door panel cut through the air flow but there was no sound coming out.

Dugu's eyes were slightly bright, his sword fingers were slanted, his movements were soft, and he turned into an afterimage, shrouded in the big knife.

The gray figure followed suit, either forward or backward.

The afterimage of the knife light flickered, and the door-like big knife waved silently, which was extremely weird.

The "bang" knife slashed at the city wall, and the sand and stones splashed.

The envoy of the martial slave's wrist, the blade trembled, and the sword flowers exploded, and the knife momentum subtly changed from wide open and closed to delicate and changeable, suddenly enveloping every place that Dugu might attack.

Dugu's eyes were brighter, his sword heart was clear, blooming slightly like a lotus flower, and the qi around his body turned into some kind of divine will.

"Ding...... Bite...... Ding"

The two figures separated, Na Wu Nu's original expression changed slightly, he looked down at the wound on his right wrist, blood trickled down the cyan steps, he was silent, looked up at the gray-clothed young man, and said hoarsely: "What kind of move is this?"

Dugu said lightly: "It's called 'Broken Knife Style'." ”

Wu Nu nodded and stood aside silently.

Under the city gate, the crowd gathered more and more, and at this moment, when he saw that the young man in gray had won again, he couldn't help but make a noise.

"Amazing ......"

"Heroes out of the ...... of youth"

"This young man may really be able to hit the head of the city and fight the lord of the city......"

“......”

Dugu frowned when he heard the voices of the people in the city, he didn't like this kind of scene very much. Looking up, an elegant middle-aged man holding a long sword was looking at him condescendingly, with a smile on his face.

He whispered in his heart, "With a sword." ”

The city wall is higher, there is a wind blowing, blowing his clothes swinging, Dugu begged for defeat and flicked his fingers, not planning to hit them one by one, as if being watched as a monkey, which made him a little uncomfortable.

The wind seemed to be a little stronger, and the clothes swayed even more, as if the whole person was about to be blown up.

Dugu Qiu was defeated and looked up directly to the highest place in the city, he knew that there was a pair of eyes staring at this place. Suddenly, the inexplicable qi around his body immediately scattered in all directions, turning into a sky-high sword intent.

The sword intent rolled up the wind and went straight up to the sky, shattering the white clouds in the sky.

"Ding ......" A crisp sword roar, clear and crystalline, spread throughout the entire Martial Emperor City.

At the stairs of the city wall, everyone saw that a young man in gray stood up, as if turning into a gray long sword, and went straight to the city head along the steps of the city wall.

"Bang" the sword shattered.

"Bang" string collapse.

"Bang" folding.

"Bang" stick break.

"Bang" the hammer is out of hand.

The next five martial slaves, facing the "gray long sword", were almost instantly defeated, their bodies trembled, and they were horrified by the ubiquitous sword intent.

Everyone, looking at the gray-shirted young man standing at the head of the city in a daze, was silent.

Zhao Zhi was directly dumbfounded, stood up unconsciously, didn't care about the tea wetting his clothes, and in a trance, his mind was full of pictures of meeting for the first time.

"Brother Wu went to Emperor Wu City, what are you going to do?"

"See Wang Xianzhi. ”

"Is Brother Wu also a person in the rivers and lakes? I also want to see the demeanor of the first person in the world?"

"No, go find him to confirm the way of the sword!"