Nie Yuanfeng's gun didn't come out quickly, but the momentum was so turbulent that it was like an inverted seawater, carrying a strong Gangfeng.

Nie Yuanfeng, who usually likes to hide Feng, did not choose to hide clumsily this time, and took out eighty percent of his gun strength as soon as he made a move.

The Red Tassel Gun was the most trusted of all his friends, and he loved red and liked the color of blood.

The color of the blood reassures him, because it always comes from someone else's body.

In the Kaifu realm, he can rarely find a stronger monk, since he feels that he can easily provoke him, then it can only prove that this realm of the second disciple of the involuntary person is above him.

No matter how high Xiaoming's realm has reached, in short, he thinks that it will definitely be above him.

The domineering aura exuded by this child's young man was indeed as sparse as a morning cloud.

But he only felt that his opponent was hiding his clumsiness, so he used his own very sharp shot, which was powerful enough to directly split a ten-zhang tree in half.

This shot is very simple, it is a simple stab, what he wants to pick is not the towering ancient wood beside him, but the short sickle that Xiaoming is holding in front of him.

Although this action of picking and stabbing was very simple, the mystery in it was enough for any other disciple in the Ziwei Sect who used a gun to learn for half a year.

The simpler the avenue, the more simple and direct the move, the more violent and direct the power contained in it.

This shot seems to be simple to the extreme, but in fact, there are countless wonders condensed in it.

There was a faint golden light on the red tassel spear, and that was the gun intent, which kept flashing on the tip of the gun, making a screeching sound like a dragon's roar.

Although this gun has no gun intent and no gun soul, it is far from being something that Xiaoming of the Mortal Realm can resist.

Xiaoming, who was still shallow in cultivation, did not feel the mortal danger coming from the tip of Nie Yuanfeng's spear at all.

He still felt that he could block the shot that would kill him, so he confidently scythe.

It is also an attack and killing move, and Xiaoming's scythe also has wisps of ringing on it, but there is still an insurmountable gap with the fully formed gun intent on Nie Yuanfeng.

But he doesn't feel like he's going to lose, and he doesn't think he's going to lose his sword.

The spear finally hit the scythe, like a stone hitting an egg.

The fierce gunpower and gunfire slammed into Xiaoming's short scythe.

The short scythe shattered into powder in an instant, and in front of the furious red tassel spear, Xiaoming's scythe was as fragile as glass that could be shattered at the touch of a touch, vulnerable to a single blow.

After this shot, it was not only the short scythe he held tightly that turned to dust, but also the arm of his friend who held the knife.

Under the destruction of the extremely violent gun, Xiaoming's right arm that grabbed the knife shattered into pieces of minced meat in a lightning flash.

The minced meat fell into the deep grass and soon became a blood-red color.

The vivid crimson stands out against the delicate green grass.

Before Xiaoming could cry out the pain, he found that the right half of his body had lost all sensation, and he relied on the hard support of his left leg to keep his entire body from falling directly.

He staggered, barely trying to maintain his balance, like an old man in his last years.

Knowing that Xiaoming is slowly coming back to his senses now, knowing that the gap between the original realms is really like a ravine, feeling the loss of strength in half of his body, his left eye began to keep falling crystal tears.

After tearing Xiaoming's right arm to pieces with a single shot, Nie Yuanfeng was completely stunned like a wooden stake.

Obviously, he had never thought about the scene of Xiaoming's broken arm, and he had never thought that his disciple would be so vulnerable.

Nie Yuanfeng's expressionless face seemed to have a rising sun in an instant, and his whole face was so red that it seemed to be dripping blood.

After being stunned for a long time, this man who had almost reached the point of no blood and tears on weekdays couldn't hold back a word.

It was only after the end that he squirmed like a woman and asked, "What the hell are you...... What level of cultivation have you reached?"

"Mortal Realm. Xiaoming replied very calmly, and his strained left leg trembled even more after his words were spoken.

"What about you...... Why...... Want to take my gun?" Nie Yuanfeng was already extremely suppressing the tremor in his tone, but the words were more floating than the others.

"Because I am a disciple who is not in charge of the sect, how can the disciple in charge not take other people's guns. ”

"I don't want to embarrass Master, and I also think that my sword skills are strong enough. Now it seems ridiculous to be tight. Xiaoming sighed, already like a dead man.

Half-paralyzed, he was indeed no different from a dead man.

But he didn't want to die, because there is hope when he is alive, there are many things to do when he is alive, and he can see more of the scenery of this world when he is alive.

As the second disciple who can't help but be looked down on, he is not allowed to be cowardly to the point of his own death.

So he struggled to stand on his feet and not let himself fall, because he knew that if he fell, he would probably never want to stand up again.

As long as he is still standing, then he is still alive, and if he can't stand up for a day, he is really dead.

Nie Yuanfeng, who has always been as arrogant as frost and snow, already has a lot of admiration in his eyes, but more of it is ashamed, ashamed of himself.

"I broke one of your arms, and I'll give you one back now. "With Nie Yuanfeng's withdrawn character, it is absolutely impossible for him to tolerate himself accidentally injuring a child whose realm is far lower than himself and suffering in vain and leaving.

So he decided to cut off one of his arms as a repayment, and from then on he would not be in debt.

Anyone who has practiced martial arts a little understands that in order to really use a good gun, it is absolutely necessary to use a pair of coordinated and powerful hands.

So Nie Yuanfeng's broken arm today is bound to seriously affect his deeper pursuit of guns.

But his name is Nie Yuanfeng, not Nie Jinfeng, Nie Yuanfeng naturally has Nie Yuanfeng's character.

Without much thought, his blood-stained red tassel gun lit up again.

This time, the condensed gun intent on the head of the spear was brighter, and the dragon groan emitted from the tip of the spear was also clearer.

Nie Yuanfeng only used his left arm to hold the gun this time, but the fierce aura on the gun was even stronger, and the gun gang it exuded was also more powerful.

"Senior brother doesn't have to be so reckless, the broken arm is Xiaoming's own fault, and it really doesn't have much to do with senior brother. Xiaoming saw that Nie Yuanfeng really wanted to cut off his arm, and immediately persuaded him.

This time, Nie Yuanfeng ignored him, and the sharp red tassel spear quickly approached his right arm, and as long as he took one step closer, he would cut off his own arm.

Nie Yuanfeng stabbed down fiercely, and Xiaoming, who was standing next to him, could only exclaim, but he was not qualified to stop it.

He didn't want to look at it, so he closed his eyes, only to realize that his eyes were already full of tears.

Tears of indisputability, he has no power to change anyone or anything from beginning to end.

Ever since he was a child, he always seemed to stand in such a daze, watching his family being killed, watching Nie Yuanfeng cut off his arm and ruin his martial arts future.

He wanted to scream, to find his throat shaking wildly, unable to utter anything.

Between the lightning and flint, a knife broke through the air.

This knife came very quickly, carrying a sword that seemed to be about to separate heaven and earth.

This is the real knife, a domineering knife.

Compared to this knife, the knife used by Xiaoming before can only be regarded as an embroidery needle used by a woman for embroidery.

This knife not only carries the extremely domineering blade, but also masters the timing and angle of a thousand shots.

The knife was a heavy broadsword, and the knife was meant to have a sharp edge, but after countless wear and tear, the blade became dull.

But a knife is not a sword, and even if it loses its edge, it can still cut through a lot of things.

At the moment before the red tassel spear was about to land on Nie Yuanfeng's right arm, the knife came.

When the knife came, the gun was deflected.

The gun deflected and plunged straight into the grass.

A big pit with two arms wide suddenly appeared on the ground, and Nie Yuanfeng was now in the middle of the pit, his face was sluggish.

The gun was stuck in the ground, and the knife was stuck in the ground.

If there is a knife, then there must be a master who uses the knife.

The knife fell beside Nie Yuanfeng, so the owner of the knife must not be far from here.

Before and after, Xiaoming had spent nearly twice as much time collecting medicine as usual.

If he didn't go back for a long time, some people would naturally be worried.

Xiaoming knew that there was only one person in the entire Ziwei Sect who would worry about him now, and that person was Su Wu.

In this way, the owner of the knife is too clear to know it any more.

The owner of the knife is Su Wu.

Nie Yuanfeng felt a little chill behind him, he had seen a lot of people using knives, and he had also seen a lot of flying knives.

I have seen countless Dao Dao knives that are a hundred times stronger than this sword, but there is only such a precise knife.

This knife is so precise that no knife can be more accurate.

This knife came a second earlier, and it couldn't interrupt Nie Yuanfeng's action of dropping the gun.

If this knife was delayed for a second, then Nie Yuanfeng would not only lose his own arm, but even his own life.

Now that the knife came on time, Nie Yuanfeng did not break his arm or lose his life.

In other words, this knifeman with a knife can be called his "savior".

If this swordsman had tried to take his life, he would have already become a corpse by this time.

But he didn't become a corpse, and besides, his name was Nie Yuanfeng.

Nie Yuanfeng, who will never admit defeat.

He's already lost once today, at the cost of an arm.

He didn't want to lose a second time, but he had to admit that he had already lost, and he had lost completely.

Now every second of his life is a thousand times worse than death, so he lost completely.

If the knife man wanted him to die, he would have gotten up a long time ago, but the knife man only wanted him to live, which was the biggest insult to the red tassel gun in his hand.

He wanted to die now, but he wanted to be able to take a look at this swordsman who could casually grasp the time to kill him before he died.

He was waiting for the knifeman to come and pick up his knife.