Zhao Yun was suddenly attacked by sound waves, and he didn't have time to put away his smile, but he only felt a roar in his head, and in a trance, he saw a whirlwind of energy suddenly appear around the black shadow on the opposite side, and the wisps of silver-white light were entwined in the wind, winding continuously, carving a vague silver-white dragon out of thin air, waving his head and claws, all the cloud knights and cloud snakes even the white clouds that were coiled, turned into white dust in an instant.

Zhao Yun, who had recovered from the sonic attack, kept a stiff smile in disbelief, the sky was full of white spots not far in front of him, and there was still a silver-white dragon hovering in the air, and the ordinary silver spear was retracted by the black shadow and erected beside him, and the moment the tail of the spear touched the ground, the spear shook violently, making a sonorous sound like a dragon's groan.

... This is, what kind of fairy marksmanship is this?

Zhao Yun was stunned for nearly five seconds, and the waves in his heart rolled.

The energy of the black shadow is equal to his, but the opponent's marksmanship has an unpredictable mystery, and he actually played a divine dragon.

... This is a world of playing with spinning tops and playing with sacred beasts... Bah... Distracted again...

Because the black shadow has not moved since he put out the POSS that collects the gun, Zhao Yun's self-righteous divergent thoughts wandered, and the black shadow waited for five seconds, and found that Zhao Yun did not have the consciousness of the interlocutor at all, and suddenly a long spear, a sharp arrow pierced through the air, and went straight to Zhao Yun's head.

Zhao Yun, who was distracted, suddenly felt an alarm bell in his heart, and when he came back to his senses, he saw a little silver light in his eyes rapidly enlarged, and he was so frightened that he hurriedly tried to dodge sideways, but it was too late, the spear had already reached the center of his eyebrows.

... Want... He's dead...... Ouch...

Just as Zhao Yun opened his eyes and waited for death, the unstoppable shot actually turned around, the tip of the gun turned between his eyebrows, picking out an eyebrow, and the tail of the gun was like a dragon swinging its tail and slammed into his waist, and suddenly there was a burst of clouds and fog, and it smashed heavily at the starting point of the Dragon Bridge.

As soon as Zhao Yun landed, he rolled over and rolled over, he didn't dare to be careless, but found that the black shadow did not pursue, but put away his gun and stood upright, and his face without facial features was coldly "staring" at him.

... Well, the Treasure Pavilion is not a robber's den after all, and it is not enough to kill you if you ask for money, which is very logical... His attack seems to be very heavy, but it only hurts when it falls on his body, I don't know if there is an anti-injury setting... Well, try twice more and see if you can carry it hard...

Helplessly, Zhao Yun, who had found that he had relied on hard resistance in recent fights, scratched his head, put aside his superfluous thoughts, and suddenly thought of one thing.

... At the beginning, I felt that my head was clear and easy to use, but after that, I became more and more confused, and even my memory deteriorated, and I would say what was in my heart by myself, but yesterday I had an encounter in the small round ball, and it seems to be getting better again... Well, you have to keep this in mind, and you have to check it again and again in the future to figure out where the question is......

Seeing Zhao Yun rubbing his fists but suddenly stopped, the black shadow waited for five seconds and didn't move, then brandished his spear and slashed out a wind blade in the air to slash at Zhao Yun.

"Oh my mother..."

The threat of the wind blade forced Zhao Yun to get out of his state of thought, screaming and falling to the ground, trembling and feeling the wind blade blowing over his head, and suddenly a straight coolness appeared.

Frightened, he got up and touched the cool middle line on his head, Zhao Yun encouraged himself in his heart, and secretly said that he had experienced life and death, and had conquered the strong man, and no one had seen it here, and it was nothing to be knocked away, so he bravely rushed forward again.

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"Oh, I'm going for the third time, won't you faceless put some water?"

Zhao Yunyi, who repeated the dog eating posture three times, got up with a grunt, and angrily pointed at the calm and cold black shadow and scolded angrily.

After scolding for five seconds, the calm black shadow on the opposite side suddenly raised his spear, and Zhao Yun immediately choked on the greeting behind him.

... Figured it out, rest in five seconds, and then three wind blades in five seconds, and if you don't go up again, the other party will rush over... So I can scold a couple more...

Zhao Yun, who was dodging the wind blade, silently summarized the law in his heart, and then rushed forward at the right time.

He didn't dare to wait for the black shadow to rush to the bridge, then maybe there would be no space for these ten seconds.

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"Hey, indomitable Xiao Langjun, I ask you to be kind to Lao Hei!"

Getting up from the state of eating for the tenth time, Zhao Yun helplessly scolded while hurriedly taking out a recovery biscuit and stuffing it into his mouth, but his mind was thinking about it as if it had nothing to do with it.

... It's only painful, but it's not physically exhausted, and it's definitely getting worse and worse if it goes on like this, based on my fantasy soul, I should be able to deduce the mystery here, maybe it's imitation learning, survival mode, maybe it's the most impossible to fight through... No time......

Zhao Yun kept thinking, his mouth kept stopping, and he once again pinched the time to swallow the biscuit and rushed up to avoid the wind blade.

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... Twelfth.,Although the opponent's marksmanship is powerful, the routine is limited.,It seems to be the foundation of some kind of clever marksmanship... Hey, the foundation can beat me up... Thinking about it... From this point of view, perhaps imitation learning is the most likely... Good... I'll try......

Zhao Yun pulled his hands, and a spear like a white jade cloud condensed appeared in his hand, almost the same as the black shadow on the opposite side.

In the twelfth encounter, he paid more attention to the movements of the black shadow, and at the same time began to constantly adjust his body and techniques, striving to make himself last a little longer and be able to understand better.

Then, at a faster pace, he turned into a meteor and returned to the place where he had eaten many times to pretend to be a dog.

... Ahem, novices don't coordinate anything on the road... Normal normal...

Getting up from the ground, he didn't stay any longer, the cloud gun in his hand made some slight adjustments, and then rushed towards the black shadow again.

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After eating thirty times more, Zhao Yun felt that the feeling was coming, and the grappling time between him and the black shadow was getting longer and longer, and if the waves were rolling in his mind, thoughts and thoughts surged irrepressibly, and then in the hands of the black shadow, it was confirmed that a vague set of marksmanship prototypes was gradually taking shape.

In the thirty-first encounter, although he was still beaten away in the end, he changed his habit of eating, rolled around on the ground and unloaded his strength and stood firmly.

By the sixtieth encounter, he had actually played a scattered tattered dragon shadow.

By the eighty battles, two big white dragons had already appeared on the Dragon Bridge, and they were imposing.

For the hundredth time, Zhao Yun and the black shadow's gunfight began to be evenly matched, his marksmanship was jerky, but he could flexibly adjust, and even attacked according to the loopholes he experienced, while the black shadow was skillful in marksmanship, but he was trapped in his mind, and he gradually looked dull in front of the increasingly fierce opponent.

For the one hundred and first time, the cloud gun finally broke through the shadow of the black shadow and pointed at the black shadow's chest, although the black shadow instantly swung the gun and knocked Zhao Yun away, the gun was only lightly touched, but Zhao Yun couldn't help but let out a burst of laughter in the air.

... One hundred and one, Lao Tzu is beyond the realm of indomitable perseverance, and finally has made a breakthrough......

In the laughter, he landed steadily at the head of the bridge, and the cloud gun in his hand skillfully danced a round of spear flowers and then stood upright and touched the ground, making a familiar sonorous dragon roar, coiling on the dragon bridge for a long time.

Zhao Yun smiled and found that something was wrong, it had been more than five seconds, and the black shadow on the opposite side was still silent, and there was no intention of attacking at all.

... Looks like it's passed...

Thinking of this, Zhao Yun's laughter became a little louder.

At this moment, the black shadow suddenly stepped forward with his right foot, his hands slowly raised, and the spear in his hand pointed at Zhao Yun in the air, and a tragic momentum that died together suddenly dispersed.

As the momentum spreads, there are also white points of light that continue to overflow from the black shadow's body, these points of light float lightly, converging into a silver-white dragon shadow above the black shadow, quickly turning from virtual to solid, the crystal scales refracted a tragic white light, and a pair of golden vertical pupils stared at Zhao Yun who was laughing without emotion.

Ga......

The laughter was like being suffocated by a sudden chokehold, Zhao Yun's laughing expression froze on his face, and at this moment, he clearly felt that if this shot fell on his body, it would not only hurt and not be injured, and it would inevitably be the result of dying on the spot.

Zhao Yun used all his strength to lower his head that was laughing at the rattle of bones, and the gray shadow that had become thin appeared in his eyes, as well as the emotionless dragon in the air.

... I... No... Waiting to die... I... I'm going to... I'm going to... Strength...

The inner activity could only run dry under the threat of the white dragon's vertical pupils, and he prayed for strength over and over again, hard but firm, even though he didn't know who to pray, but he felt that he would be answered.

As Zhao Yun continued to intensify his prayers, the light god seed that existed in his mind from nowhere gradually became vibrant, and a trace of white light was entwined and trembled, as if he was about to send down divine grace to help Zhao Yun tide over the difficulties.

At this moment, a layer of silver-blue light swept away from Zhao Yun's middle finger, and then came to the depths of his mind, accurately wrapping the seed that emitted white light, and in an instant, the white light and blue silver light disappeared together, and the light god seed fell into silence again.

Zhao Yun didn't know all this, his prayers didn't have any response, and the pressure of not wanting to die made him think of saving himself.

He continued to pour energy into the cloud spear in his hand, and the white jade-like cloud spear was glowing with crystal white light at this moment, like the texture of gold and iron carving appearing on the gun.

In a trance, this imaginary cloud gun resembles the arrogant, indifferent, and upright silver spear in the small round ball.