In the sixth move, the onlookers couldn't stand up first, and had to take a few steps back to open the battle circle.

It's just because the legs of both sides are fierce and the guns are pressing. The strong wind was blowing in the face, and there was a slight tingling sensation. Some people are weak, and they may even feel chest tightness and dizziness.

Huang Baozhong staggered back, the iron spear in his hand trembled violently, and he almost came out of his hand, until he used his elbow to barely control the iron spear that was about to deform.

"Something is wrong, his leg strength is stronger than once, and he can withstand it at first, but now it is becoming more and more difficult, and if there are a few more blows, I am afraid that he will not be able to catch the iron gun. ”

Huang Baozhong sensed that something was wrong at this time, he didn't know that the casting of this [Wind Splitting God Leg] was actually a process of accumulating momentum, and the longer the move was connected, the more powerful it became.

But he knew that he had to interrupt Wang Yang's rhythm, otherwise he was afraid that if he couldn't hold on to the eighth move, he would have to be shocked to death by the opponent's strong internal strength.

But the problem is that he is not even able to defend now, so how can he interrupt the opponent's rhythm? Huang Baozhong can only secretly complain in his heart.

"Seventh move!"

Wang Yang's tricks became simpler and simpler the further he went, and it was often a whip leg, which was vigorously pumped towards Huang Baozhong's head. Where the strong wind swept through, it was like a violent wind, and the window sash screens were crushed one after another.

Some of the more daring onlookers, because they were closer, were so frightened that they were stunned and fainted.

Huang Baozhong knew that he was invincible, but he couldn't retreat, and if he retreated, he would die. With a mournful roar, he used all his strength to smash the iron spear into a nearly semicircle and smash it towards Wang Yang.

"Bang-"

"Smack-"

The guns and legs exchanged blows, setting off a wave of qi and causing screams around them for a while.

The onlookers at the front suffered another unwarranted disaster, and the weak body was directly overturned, crying and crawling out.

But this time, Huang Baozhong was not so lucky. Because the iron spear could not withstand the huge pressure, it collapsed directly. Huang Baozhong's tiger mouth was torn, blood flowed, and his entire arm was swollen.

"Poof—"

The old wound was still drawn out, and Huang Baozhong spit out a mouthful of old blood on the spot.

Wang Yang was quite excited when he saw this, smiled cruelly, and slapped his leg again. This time, it was even more terrifying than the kick just now, and he slashed down at Huang Baozhong's head. Faintly, there was the sound of breaking the wind.

"Dad!" Huang Canying cried out in despair.

Huang Baozhong barely grabbed half of the gun and put it across his head, but he knew that he couldn't stop it, he really couldn't stop it, maybe ...... The next moment, he had to die.

"Bang dang dang - bang"

A violent piano sound came suddenly, and when I listened closely, it turned out to be the music played by the courtesans in the Guifang Pavilion. It's just that the light and gentle slow tone has been changed to a tense and intense fast tone.

When everyone heard the prestige, they saw a young man holding the piano in one hand and plucking the strings in the other, shaking his head and shaking his head, looking very intoxicated.

"The fight was wonderful, the fight was fierce, and I saw my blood boiling! This situation and this scene, when I played the qin, to show my passionate feelings at the moment!" said the young man.

The voice was familiar, and it seemed to be an acquaintance......

As soon as this thought appeared in Huang Baozhong's mind, he was overwhelmed by the despair that accompanied the death kick.

"Bang-"

Huang Baozhong sat on the ground with a smashed butt, still holding the half of the iron gun tremblingly in his hand, looking dazed and at a loss.

Wang Yang's face flushed, covered his heart, and snorted. His eyes glared viciously at the young man who was still oblivious.

Just now, his momentum was like a rainbow, and when he was at the peak, the sound of the young man's piano suddenly resonated with his heartbeat for a moment, and for a moment his qi and blood were disordered, and his energy overflowed, interrupting his continuous rhythm.

made ten percent of the power unload seventy percent at once. turned the original killer move into a joke.

Huang Baozhong originally thought that he was dead, but he came back to his senses at the call of his daughter. I looked down at myself, I wasn't dead, he was still alive!

Turning his head to look at the person playing the piano, he saw a familiar figure.

"Why is he here? Did he save me again?" Huang Baozhong looked incredulous.

"Stop, that kid playing the piano, your piano sound is affecting my move, stop me!" Wang Yang glared at Tianchen angrily and scolded loudly.

"Shut up, that noisy boy, your noise is affecting my playing, stop me!" Tianchen glared back at him angrily and scolded him even louder.

"Fart! I'm fighting with someone, it's your piano sound that disturbs me!" Wang Yang was so angry that he smoked, reversing the facts, it was simply unreasonable.

"You're just farting! If you want to fight in the martial arts arena, this is Guifang Pavilion, which is a place to drink and have fun, play the piano and write poems. Who do you say bothered who?"

Many people nodded their heads, especially those who were accidentally injured before, and they were very dissatisfied with this. Come here to listen to songs, watch dances, and enjoy beautiful women, why are you fighting here?

"That's right, you're going too far. A naked, little fat man, covered his three vital points with both hands, and said with a crying voice:

"The master is here to cheer for Ali, but you tore my clothes and ruined my reputation...... Whining...... I'm going to sue my dad...... Whining. ”

"You...... You are looking for death!" Wang Yang was so frightened that he had nothing to say, and in anger, he wanted to make a move on Tianchen.

"God catches Lord and slow, there are still two moves left in the ten-move covenant, let's compare them again. Huang Baozhong didn't know when he stood up and stood between Wang Yang and Tianchen.

Until now, although he didn't know why Tianchen appeared here, he knew that the reason why he didn't die was because Tianchen secretly made a means.

In this case, it is better to take this opportunity to complete the appointment of ten moves, otherwise I am afraid that there will be no chance. So, Huang Baozhong took the initiative for the first time.

"Ninth move!"

The long gun becomes a short gun, and it does not change the sharpness of the gun.

"Look for death!" Wang Yang was furious.

The previous momentum was interrupted, so that he could no longer use the momentum of destruction and decay to trample Huang Baozhong, who was also cultivating, to death. But that doesn't mean he can't get rid of him in a move or two.

"Unicorn Whirlwind!"

Wang Yang jumped up in one step, his body took off, spun rapidly, with his legs as the axis and his toes as the corners, he brought up a whirlwind tornado and kicked towards Huang Baozhong.

In terms of prestige, it is not weak in the previous move.

Huang Baozhong was shocked, these four great gods really deserved their reputation, even if he interrupted Wang Yang's momentum before, he was not his opponent at all.

"Boom gun!"

The short spear is no weaker than the long spear, and the power of the whirlwind is weaker, but at this time it is not so much. Turning around against the whirlwind and making moves with tricks is the countermeasure that Huang Baozhong thought of in an instant.

Two whirlwinds, one large and one small, one strong and one weak. Obviously, Huang Baozhong will undoubtedly lose, and even life and death are unpredictable.

Wang Yang is full of confidence, and under this move, it is difficult to find an opponent among his peers. And this one-armed old fellow will surely become another ghost at his feet.

In the high sound of the piano, there is sometimes a silent melody, which ordinary people do not notice in the slightest, but Wang Yang can feel it quite obviously.

As before, just as the [Unicorn Whirlwind] was fully deployed, Wang Yang's heartbeat briefly resonated with the rhythm of the piano due to the sound of the piano.

Wang Yang only felt that his eyes were black, and his heart seemed to be grabbed by someone, and there was a tendency to break out of his chest. As a result, the strength on his feet suddenly dissipated.

"Boom-"

Wang Yang staggered two steps, panting, and staring at Tianchen with a look of horror.

"Who are you?"

Tianchen seemed to be intoxicated by the sound of the piano, his eyes were closed, the corners of his mouth trembled, and he shook his head like crazy. I was so intoxicated that I couldn't extricate myself. deaf to Wang Yang's words, no, it's as if he hadn't heard it!

What an image of a musician who is crazy about music! Many onlookers are talking to each other, asking each other which musician this is, so young but so talented.

Only Tao Zhuo beside him knew that these might be misunderstandings.

Tianchen used a lyre, probably because he had been a soldier for a long time and his hand strength was too strong, he broke two strings, his palm was bloody, and he wanted to scream in pain.

But in order to take care of the image, he forcibly swallowed the miserable howl into his stomach, so he couldn't help but exaggerate his performance.

At this time, Tianchen can't take care of himself, who has time to interact with the audience?

Looking at Huang Baozhong again, even if Tianchen Laipi helped, he didn't get any benefits. Half of the iron spear was defeated by the iron foot in the hard shock, and it came out of his hand, and was shot deep under the floor.

His old wounds were not healed, and new ones were added, and he swallowed the blood he vomited hard. There is one last trick, he can't fall now.

Huang Baozhong staggered to his feet, looked left and right, and reached out to pull out the tip of the gun under the ground, probably because his physical strength was not enough, and he didn't pull it out after a few pulls. So he simply gave up and picked up the other half of the barrel that had fallen on the ground.

"Tenth move!"

Huang Baozhong didn't care whether he made a move or not, gathered all the little internal force left in the dantian into the barrel of the gun, and smashed it at Wang Yang's head.

Wang Yang frowned, he was disdainful of Huang Baozhong's life-playing style, but he didn't want to be as hard as a fool.

With Huang Baozhong's current state, it was easy to kill him, but Wang Yang knew that Tianchen had been secretly making trouble, and with him, it would be difficult for him to let Huang Baozhong kill him with one blow.

The gorgeous one turned around in the air and brushed by Huang Baozhong's gun. Immediately, his body twisted, and he rolled over to the top of Huang Baozhong's head.

"One foot and a thousand pounds!"

Wang Yang turned into a thousand jun and stepped fiercely towards Huang Baozhong under his feet.

Huang Baozhong missed a blow and knew that something was wrong, and at this time, there was a suffocating death pressure above his head, forcing him to grit his teeth and shoot back in a hurry.

"Bang-bang-" broke two more strings in quick succession.

When the first string broke, Wang Yang had already guessed that Tianchen would strike again, endured the discomfort of his heart, and carried Tianchen's black hand hard, so as to continue to kill at the same time.

And he didn't expect that the shameless Tianchen would come to a duet this time. When the second string broke, Wang Yang's foot had just stepped on the barrel of the gun, and his body shook, and an unstable slipped out, directly smashing the ground into a big hole, and half of his body fell into the ground.