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Chapter Eighty-Nine|A Gun in Hand

Almost at the same moment when the rain turned into a needle, Yin Zhengyin's young uncle and nephew had already carried out the fortune in their bodies, and the strange light in their pupils flickered, and they all performed the strange door technique.

Although Yin Zheng originally planned to block his nephew behind him and take over the tens of millions of rain needles for him after he displayed the [Overlord Lifting Ding], but unexpectedly, Yin Shao also did the same plan, wanting to stand in front of his uncle after condensing his breath and make a move [Draw the ground into a prison].

So, after a short period of consternation, it became that the two of them had their own luck and fought their own - it was okay, if one person was responsible for half of it, the pressure would be reduced a lot.

First heard Yin Zheng shout, and hit the ground with a fist, splashing dirt for several feet. Dirt loves water, and when you leap into the air, you get raindrops in it all along the way – and the soil that absorbs enough water is also stronger, making it a barrier against incoming rain needles.

Goodbye Yin Shao took half a step forward, the red tassel spear in his hand swung out horizontally, bursting out a mighty sword qi and diving nine feet underground, desperately sucking the aura of the earth, preparing for the next blockbuster.

Then, I heard the melodious sound of the flute, and there were thousands of rain needles rushing to my face.

In an instant, there was a sword qi that rose like a dragon, cutting down thousands of water droplets in the sky, and there were also wet mud walls that separated the heavens and the earth, followed by tens of thousands of rain needles.

It's just that there are so many rain needles in the air that they are so dense that even though this sword qi mud wall has been blocked by more than eighty percent, there are still hundreds of nets, dodging the sword qi, piercing through the mud wall, and attacking the uncle and nephew quickly.

The two of them looked a little embarrassed, but they were not surprised.

Yin Zheng roared, looked at the rain needle in the sky, and quickly punched away - the rain needle was menacing, and its fist did not give an inch, and the two collided and stirred in the air, making dazzling splashes and making a loud noise.

Yin Shao's eyes glared fiercely, and his hands immediately held the spear in front of him and turned rapidly, like a big windmill that kept spinning, it shook off the rain needle with its whirlwind, splashed all over the ground, and smashed out small craters.

However, although this trick seems gorgeous and invincible, it is based on abundant internal breath. In just three moments, Yin Shao had already swung his gun 18 times, and his body was overwhelmed by such heavy consumption, and there were gradually signs of bottoming out. Yin Shao was helpless, and while lamenting his lack of skill, he had to slow down - but as soon as this speed slowed down, the originally tightly knit windmill leaked everywhere.

There were several rain needles, which pierced the brocade robe and pierced his face.

"Young Master!"

In the woods, Tsing Yi got up anxiously, and the big rhubarb crossbow in his hand spat out cold.

The gauze skirt on the sedan chair squinted slightly, and without panic, she slightly cocked her fingertips and released a hole in the flute.

I saw that hundreds of rain needles swept from both sides of the sedan chair, and if the two water snakes raised their heads, they would knock the cone-headed crossbow bolts away.

Immediately afterwards, the two water snakes merged into a water python and headed straight for Tsing Yi.

Yin Shao was shocked, and immediately ignored the rain needle in front of him, and shouted sideways: "Get down!"

Shangshan, who was about to kick the crossbow and hit the arrow, was stunned for a while, only to find the transparent anaconda that was rushing silently, and it was about to slow down by half a beat - fortunately, Zhang Shan Li Shi was on guard by his side, and at this moment, he immediately dragged him into the grass without saying a word.

I felt that on the green silk behind my head, there was a chill flying by, and then there were several sounds of 'dong dong-' came to my ears.

When everything was quiet, when I looked back, I was shocked to see that there was a three-foot-wide hole embedded in the trunks of several big trees behind him.

If this hole had been opened in her......

His lips trembled slightly, and his heart palpitated.

"You, how dare you hurt the good!

Lifting the spear brocade robe shouted angrily, making a reckless appearance, taking advantage of Zhu Qingting's distraction to deal with Shangshan, he stepped forward in three steps and two steps, and suddenly jumped up, about to shoot him in the chest.

"Child!

Yin Zheng stepped forward in a hurry, but it was too late to stop this reckless nephew.

Suddenly, I saw the gauze skirt on the sedan chair raising her lips and chuckling, and blowing a slightly playful flute.

Just when Yin Shao jumped into the air and was about to hand over the spear in his hand, all the raindrops within half a zhang of his body transformed into needles together, and their edges were exposed.

It's about to make him a sieve.

Seeing this scene, Yin Shao didn't dodge or dodge, snorted coldly in his lips, and shouted: "What's the matter! Eat me a shot!"

After saying that, a strange light flashed in his eyes, and he threw the spear in his hand directly towards the gauze skirt!

Yin Shao's move can be said to have the intention of breaking the cauldron and fighting against the water - if this shot does not hit Zhu Qingting, then this Zhou Yu needle will undoubtedly prick himself into a hedgehog; if this shot is too late, then Zhu girl has already played the flute and control the needle, and he will still be pierced into a hedgehog; therefore, if Yin Shao wants to live, he can only be hit by one shot.

But how easy is this?

First of all, whether it is the speed of the rain needle or the speed of its flying gun, let's just say that the graceful man standing next to Zhu Qingting will not stand still - in fact, he is indeed not stupid to stand still.

The graceful man stepped directly in front of Zhu Qingting, opened his eyes, and glared at the flying spear.

Hmph, Yin family, you can take a look! I, Gan, as the sixth of the Seven Heroes, although I really only specialize in puppet techniques, this does not mean that I am not good at close to body techniques! Let me, with one move [Destroy White Blade with Empty Hands], completely cut off your arrogant thoughts!

Seeing him open his arms and gathering the breath in his palm, he saw the moment when the spear was about to pierce his chest; he shouted loudly, and with his palms left and right, he was about to break the spear into three; he saw that his heart was high, and he was confident, and he looked determined to win.

Yin Shao quietly raised the corners of his lips.

Two fingers suddenly pointed to the sky, and shouted: "Get up!"

I saw that the red tasseled ash spear suddenly came and a dragon raised its head and stabbed it into the throat.

Caught off guard, he looked at the spear that was already close at hand, and was shocked: "What!

Before he finished speaking, he felt a slightly cold soft palm grab his collar, and roughly pulled it aside, dodging the flying spear.

And at the moment when Zhu Qingting was distracted to save her husband, Yin Shao also took the opportunity to fall to the ground safely, hooked his fingers, took back the spear, and held it in his hand again.

One shot to play two heroes.

It's not majestic.

Yin Shao, who always held the red tassel spear in his hand, unknowingly, deceived everyone, making everyone think that he was a fool who couldn't even control the sword with qi. And this sudden shot was a killing move at the best time, when everyone thought he was a reckless man who was carried away by anger.

There is neither the realm of a hundred enemies, nor the Qimen of a hundred enemies, but it almost took the lives of the Qimen Seven Heroes......

Yin Zheng turned his face slightly, looking at Yin Shao, who was half-kneeling and panting with a pestle, and his eyes couldn't help but flicker a little crystalline.

Brother.

Child, he is really more and more like you.