Chapter 29, Cangshan

I don't know when it was opened, people think of people when they hear the sound of horses' hooves, no matter who they are, from the princes and nobles to the ordinary people, this has become a commonplace. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info

Qiu Fengwu had already heard the sound of horses' hooves, so the person also stood up. Wang Wanwu also brought up the overlord gun that everyone in the rivers and lakes feared, and what about Yang Zheng? He didn't know when he came out, he had a turquoise curved hook in his hand, although the curved hook was still in the sheath, but the cold and lonely opinion had already swept away.

Obviously, in the eyes of the three of them, there are only two kinds of people: the dead and the living.

The dead are unruly, while the living are those who know the rules.

There is no one in the world who can distinguish between the two kinds, and they have only divided them into the most primitive and simplest two.

The sound of horses' hooves sounded, and the people had arrived.

Two horses, a carriage.

One of the horses dragged the carriage.

Wang Wanwu was already frowning, his hand had already clenched the overlord spear, and the man had already walked towards the black horse that was walking in front, but he only took two steps before stopping.

He can't not stop, he is irritable and moody, but he can't stop in the face of death.

A hook, a hook still in the sheath appeared in front of him, although the hook was in the sheath, he already felt the smell of death, few people were willing to go in front of death, and Wang Wanwu was the same, so he stopped, his eyes swept away the chaos just now, but looked at the person holding the hook very sharply and brightly.

The man holding the hook was a young man, a young man of about twenty-seven or eighteen years old, wearing a very old robe. There are not many people in the world who know this young man, and he doesn't need anyone to know, people only need to know the owner of the parting hook, Yang Zheng, who holds one of the seven weapons in his hand and the most poignant and tragic parting hook, so he is Yang Zheng.

Yang Zheng held the parting hook, so even if he was as domineering as Wang Wanwu held the overlord gun, he could only stop, he could only wait quietly for Yang Zheng to speak and listen to Yang Zheng state his reasons.

Yang Zheng did not hesitate, these days of getting along, he already understands Wang Wanwu's temperament, Wang Wanwu is a straightforward person, and he also likes others to go straight, so he also went straight to speak, he looked at Wang Wanwu and said: "I know why you are not convinced, why the immortal sword master Bai Yujing can become the person on the invitation of the ink pouring pool, but we can't, but I hope you don't find trouble with the ink pouring pool." ”

Wang Wanwu smiled coldly, listening to the sound of horses' hooves getting closer and closer, he said coldly: "Do you think I will trouble him?"

Yang Zheng shook his head and said: "I don't know, but I hope that you don't go to him for trouble, at least before the end of the battle of Cangshan, I don't want you to find trouble with him, if you have to find trouble with him, then you can only understand my trouble first." His words were very direct, without leaving a trace of affection, even if both Wang Wanwu himself and Qiu Fengwu knew that he actually respected Wang Wanwu very much.

Wang Wanwu's eyes widened, and a suffocating aura emerged from his body, that was murderous aura, that was the killing intent accumulated on Wang Wanwu's body after walking the rivers and lakes for more than 30 years, if it was before, he would definitely have made a move, if the person he was facing was not Yang Zheng, whom he admired very much, he would have already made a move, it was precisely because he admired Yang Zheng very much that he did not make a move immediately, but stared at Yang Zheng coldly and said: "What does Mo Dumping Pool have to do with you?"

Yang Zheng didn't think about it and said: "He actually has nothing to do with me, he just once did me a favor." ”

Wang Wanwu frowned and said, "Are you talking about Di Qinglin?"

Yang Zheng nodded: "Yes, no matter what, if it weren't for him, I would never be able to bring Di Qinglin to justice, so I can't help but thank him." ”

Wang Wanwu said: "So you want to help him?"

Yang Zheng said: "Yes." ”

"So as soon as I make a move on him, you'll do it to me?"

"At least during the Battle of Cangshan, I will never allow anyone to make a move against Mo Dump Chi, and after this battle, no matter who makes a move against him, I can ignore it. ”

The words are here, the words are finished, and the rest is only the word decisive.

Wang Wanwu didn't have to think about how to decide, so the sound of horses' hooves had stopped.

A black horse, a carriage had stopped only seven or eight meters away from them, and the person sitting on the horse had already dismounted and walked in front of them.

Dressed in gray, he had a sword at his waist.

This person didn't seem to feel the tense atmosphere at all, the person had already appeared in front of Wang Wanwu, Yang Zheng, and Qiu Fengwu, he glanced at the three of them, and then arched his hand at the three of them and said: "This matter is indeed a matter worth embarrassing for you, but for me, it is just a small matter that can be solved with a gesture." ”

After he finished speaking, he ignored the doubts in the eyes of the three of them, his eyes swept over Yang Zheng, and then fell on Wang Wanwu, and finally landed on the overlord gun that was three feet seven inches and three minutes long and weighed seventy-three pounds, seven taels and three coins, and sighed softly: "There are dozens of commonly used weapons used by martial arts people today. The Qimen blades from Persia and the barbarian land, that may reach a hundred, but in my opinion, the most domineering weapon among the hundreds of blades in the martial arts is the gun, and the overlord gun is the overlord of the gun, I just regret that I was not born ten years early, and I didn't see the overlord gun at the peak. ”

Wang Wanwu smiled coldly, he shook his hand, and immediately the overlord spear inserted in the ground buzzed and vibrate, turned over and fell into his hand, he looked at Mo Tianchi and said, "So you think I am no longer qualified to be a guest on your invitation?"

The person who came smiled faintly, he looked at Wang Wanwu and said calmly: "It's not that I don't have qualifications, it's just that I don't want a family that can enjoy family happiness to be destroyed in my hands because of this duel." ”

Wang Wanwu's eyes brightened, he looked at the person in front of him, and said word by word: "Do you think I will lose?"

"How to win, how to lose? If these are just words, I don't think Wang Darthead will be convinced, in that case, why doesn't Wang Darthead make a move?" He stood and looked at Wang Wanwu with his hands in his hands, his eyes were still clear and calm.

Wang Wanwu had nothing to say, just like Mo Tianchi's words, now his words were just redundant, and if he wanted to prove it, wouldn't it be just a matter of using his hands?

Mo Dump Chi does not like to use force to witness victory and defeat against a person who has been determined to be inferior to himself, which is not an honor for a person like him, but a boring and sad joke, except that people sometimes have to make some such boring jokes, and the purpose is only to avoid more boring and ridiculous jokes.

Although there were not many people who were as unconvinced as Wang Wanwu in the battle of Cangshan, there were definitely a lot, so he could only accept this kind of answer that he was very tired of, and he was already preparing to solve the answer that he was very tired of, he stood with his hands in his hands and looked at Wang Wanwu in front of him, who was already holding the overlord gun in his hand.

Wang Wanwu is a person with extremely high martial arts attainments, and he is still one of the few people on the rivers and lakes that no one dares to provoke, his overlord marksmanship with the overlord gun, has always been known as the first in the gun, in the face of this kind of person, no matter who should be respected, even if anyone faces him, he can't be disrespected, not to mention that he still holds the overlord gun in his hand?

The gun was already in his hand, he didn't hesitate for the slightest, and the moment after Mo Tingchi's words fell for the last time, his hand held the gun, and he had already shot.

The spear was like a dragon, and the cold light flickered in the scorching sun with thrilling killing intent, piercing the throat of the ink pouring pool.

Looking at Wang Wanwu's moves, Mo Dumping Chi couldn't help but admit that this old man's understanding of marksmanship had reached a point where it could almost be regarded as unprecedented, and his only regret was that he didn't meet Wang Wanwu at his peak.

Although the current Wang Wanwu's strength is still thrilling and terrifying, it is not difficult for him to deal with.

He could have dealt with Wang Wanwu's moves without unsheathing, but he drew his sword, which was a sign of respect for an opponent, and he felt that Wang Wanwu deserved this respect.

The sword is unsheathed and pointed directly at the opponent.

Anyone could see that his sword speed was not fast, and the changes were not dexterous, but he had a posture that expected everything, which Wang Wanwu knew better than Yang Zheng and Qiu Fengwu, the two spectators.

His overlord gun is fast and accurate, fierce and fierce, and it can be regarded as the essence of marksmanship, but after his every move encounters the sword of Mo Dumping, the strength of thousands of troops seems to have stepped into the abyss, which is a feeling that cannot be used.

For any martial artist, this is definitely an incomparably depressing feeling, especially for martial arts masters, once this feeling appears, it means that the battle has been suppressed by the opponent.

The speed of Mo Dumping Pool's sword is still not fast, and the moves are still unchanged, but the strength is increasing rapidly, it is obvious that he wants to crack the overlord gun with one force and ten meetings, Wang Wanwu has been practicing martial arts for many years, and he doesn't know how many martial arts masters he has fought with, so he naturally understands this truth.

It stands to reason that he should have restrained the sword of the ink dumping pool with a feminine marksmanship, but he did not change his moves, but his moves were more fierce and unbridled, and the purpose was obvious, he hoped to break the sword technique of the ink dumping pool with a fierce marksmanship.

Mo Dumping Chi smiled slightly, he didn't accept it.

The two fought each other, and they got thirty-one moves right in a row.

After thirty-one moves, both Mo Dump Chi's sword and Wang Wanwu's overlord spear had reached their peak, so the thirty-two moves were their heaviest duel.

Neither of them said anything or hesitated, one drew his sword and the other spear to start the final confrontation.

The spear fell across the sky, like a scorching sun, and the momentum was magnificent.

At this time, Mo Dumping's sword changed, and what should have been a majestic blow changed in the middle, and the sword that was originally strong enough to break through the strong army suddenly became light and incomparable, directly skipped Wang Wanwu's gun, slashed at Wang Wanwu's waist, and then returned to the scabbard again.

Mo Tianchi's face was still very calm, and he didn't look at Wang Wanwu's expression, but just said coldly: "If it is the overlord gun at the peak, my move is just to deal with its own humiliation, but unfortunately the overlord gun I encountered is not the overlord gun at the peak." ”

Wang Wanwu looked at the ink dumping pond that had already sat on the horse, and did not say a word, looking at the ink dumping pond with the carriage towards Cangshan...... (To be continued.) )