The body of the gun is dark in color, dull in luster, straight without any bending, without any carving on the surface, extremely smooth, and the only difference from the stick is that the end is extremely sharp and glowing.

Although at the most critical moment, Liang Wuyang reacted in advance and saved his life, his arms were still in severe pain, as if his bones were broken, and as for his chest and abdomen, he was even more disgusted, and it seemed that blood was slowly gathering there.

Kunlunke, who was born in the military, is good at making guns.

The Iron Spear stood on the ground, unabashedly exuding a powerful smell, announcing its presence and killing intentions to its opponents.

Liang Wuyang raised his right arm, wiped the blood from the corner of his lips, and asked, "What's the name of this gun?"

"Doom. Kunlun Ke said.

Liang Wuyang coughed up a mouthful of blood and widened his eyes.

"Do you recognize it?" asked Kunlunke, tilting his head.

"It is no wonder that everyone in the world knows the town of Xin He Shi, and they should also know the misfortune that accompanies it. ”

Kunlun Ke looked at the slender Pu sword he held in his right hand, squinted slightly and said, "You also have a good sword." ”

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After taking the extremely domineering gun, Liang Wuyang was hit by an extremely terrifying impact, and his internal injuries gradually appeared, and he needed time to recover, so he was willing to say a few more words.

Although Kunlun Ke was also seriously injured, in comparison, he should choose to launch a thunder offensive and smash Liang Wuyang into a pulp before his own blood dried up, but he didn't know why, he gave Liang Wuyang time to say a few words.

However, the competition still has to continue.

The iron spear broke through the air, and in an instant, it came to Liang Wuyang's eyes, because the friction with the air was too intense, and the dark body of the spear glowed with a bright luster, which looked extraordinarily thick and terrifying.

The guns are coming.

The dark iron spear pierced the slightest cold wind, and with a sharp whistling sound, it pierced the door of Liang Wuyang's face like lightning.

The shrill whistling is the sound of breaking wind, the sound of the end stream in front of the sharp tip of the gun, and the sharper the sound, the faster the speed.

Liang Wuyang reacted, he poured Qi power into his whole body, condensing all his spirit and strength into the sword body...... Slash down behind you!

An extremely bright crisp sound, accompanied by a strong jet of air, rippled out from between the blade and the tip of the spear.

Liang Wuyang's wrist was in sharp pain, and he almost couldn't hold the Pu Sword in his hand, but he stabilized his body with an extremely resolute mind, and relied on the power of the sword blade to return the shock...... Whistling and rushing towards Kunlun again, the speed was a few points faster than before.

Liang Wuyang broke through the wind, grabbed Pu Jian with both hands, and cut off his head!

Kunlunke's expression was still immovable, looking at the figure that pounced on him like a ghost, and handed it over with a simple shot.

The tip of the iron spear shone brightly.

After a crisp loud bang, Liang Wuyang swept backwards like a wounded bird, falling heavily to the ground.

The swarthy iron spear trembled at an extremely high frequency in Kunlunke's hand, and it couldn't calm down for a long time...... A low, chilling and desperate sound.

Every collision between the iron spear and the Pu Jian is so unpretentious, full of strength, seemingly concise and boring, but in fact it hides the meaning of opening mountains and cracking lakes.

Liang Wuyang stood up...... I felt as if my wrist had been broken.

Kunlunke's brow furrowed deeply.

Because this shot still failed to stab Liang Wuyang's body.

At the previous moment, when the spear was like blazing sunlight and was about to tear apart the night color on Liang Wuyang's body, the Pu Jian in Liang Wuyang's hand turned out strangely out of nowhere, and slashed the tip of the spear by a fraction of a second, and then his body took advantage of the situation to sweep backwards, but it was not picked out by the tip of the spear.

Kunlun Ke's eyes narrowed

He thought the thug in front of him should be dead, but he was still alive. At the most critical point in time, when the shadow of death on the tip of the gun was about to cover his body, he could always react in advance, and it was the most correct response.