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I don't know why, Xu Chen has always insisted on not carving a rune line on this knife, but keeping it in its original appearance, smooth and simple to the extreme.

Probably because he wanted to show the simplest knife technique.

Because he firmly believes that the simplest is the strongest.

Just as he rushed down the cliff at this time, and slashed at the powerful man on the snowy lake.

Obviously, he was still more than 100 zhang away from Ximenwang.

But his knife has already appeared in advance.

It is a straight dash, then a sweep, then a diagonal lift, and finally a slash.

Xu Chen is ready to do this.

He knew that Simon wanted to see that he was going to do this.

He was curious to know how Simon Wang would pick it up.

If Ximen Wang really took this knife, then he believed that his opportunity had come.

Ximen Wang didn't choose to take Xu Chen's long-standing sword, he didn't fight back with an iron fist as strong as usual, and he didn't fight back with an iron fist like he did when he dealt with the assassins of Yan Kingdom in the military camp.

Because he was injured in Shen's hands, his armor was cut through by the Demon Sect's blood knife, and there are still many of Shen's fist intent hidden in his body, he is not at his peak, and before, he was also injured in Xu Chen's Fu Storm and the offensive of arrows and flowers.

Ximen Wang didn't choose to avoid the blade for the time being, as a peak martial arts powerhouse, what he was best at was close combat, where would he be afraid of this simple and powerful sword momentum?

Earlier he said he had the most powerful means he hadn't used.

At this point he finally moved.

He stood on the snow lake, closed his eyes, and stretched out his bloody hands into the cold night wind, and the mental power in the sea of consciousness erupted through the sea of qi and snow mountains, and immediately merged into the heaven and earth vitality around Yanming Lake, picked up the wisps and kneaded them into a rope, and crossed several miles in an instant, landing somewhere on the north shore.

Outside the courtyard gate on the north shore of Yanming Lake, there is a blood-colored military flag.

It was the banner of the king of Simon Wang.

The military flag fluttering slowly in the night wind, as if hearing the military order, suddenly tensed, dancing wildly in front of the courtyard gate, like a monster that wants to break free from the chain and fight in front of the battle!

Before Simon Wang was admitted to the hospital, he inserted the military flag deep into the stone ground, and several stone cracks were shaken out next to the flagpole, and at this time the military flag danced restlessly, the flagpole kept shaking and shaking, and the stone cracks on the ground suddenly became deeper and wider, spreading to the surroundings, looking like a spider web.

In the sound of the cracking, the stone ground under the flagpole burst apart, the gravel splashed everywhere, and the blood-colored military flag struggled out of the ground, roared up, and flew towards the direction of Yanming Lake.

There was a hurricane in front of the courtyard.

Pieces of blood flags torn to pieces by the wind fell.

In the low night clouds above Yanming Lake, a terrifying hum sounded, and a dark shadow was faintly visible.

It is as if there is a saint walking with a sword in the clouds.

Xu Chen didn't know that a strange scene had taken place in front of his courtyard, and he didn't know that the blood-colored military flag had been shattered, leaving only the flagpole roaring in the clouds.

He was sprinting on the cliff at this time, and there was only the figure of Ximen Wang a hundred feet away in his eyes, but at this moment, a trace of alarm suddenly appeared in his heart, and a fragment in the depths of the sea suddenly brightened.

Between the lightning and flint, his right foot stepped heavily on a rock protruding from the cliff wall, and forcibly twisted his body in the air with his strength, facing the direction of the night clouds, and the mighty qi in his body poured into his arms, and the heavy and sturdy Pu knife danced in front of him into an impermeable knife flower.

The night clouds on the lake suddenly became chaotic, and a stick-like black shadow broke through the clouds, and fell to the edge of the cliff in an instant, extremely domineering and unreasonable, and stabbed into the knife flower in front of him.

There was a loud bang.

Xu Chen felt an irrepressible huge force, which passed down the Pu Dao to his body.

His body was still in the air, and he was hit hard, and then he accelerated and fell, slamming into the snow lake below the cliff, stirring up a sky-high snow wave.

Xu Chen stood up from the snow, wiped the blood from his lips, and looked at the black stick that Ximen Wang was holding in his hand at this time, and his heart was extremely vigilant.

Simon looked at him, his eyes narrowing, as if he had noticed something very strange.

Xu Chen asked, "What is this?"

Simon Wang said, "Gun." ”

Only the flagpole remained of the blood-colored military flag.

The flagpole is the gun.

The iron spear is the flagpole of the blood flag, so it is particularly long, falling on the ice, a lot higher than the burly body of Simon Wang, the body of the spear is dark in color, the luster is dull, there is no bend in the straight, there is no carving on the surface, it is extremely smooth, and the only difference with the stick is that it is extremely sharp and shining with snow.

Although at the most critical moment, Xu Chen 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 annoyed and unbearable, as if blood was slowly gathering there.

The flag broke and the pole flew, and an iron spear came from miles away, breaking through the clouds, and it could smash him into a mess, and he almost lost his bones, it is really hard to imagine how much power this gun contains.

Only then did Xu Chen know that it turned out that Ximen Wang's most powerful means was not the domineering Demon Sect True Qi in his body, but this iron spear that could break through the clouds at any time.

No one knew that Simon Wang was good at wielding guns, and he hadn't heard of it.

This black iron spear was actually used as a flying sword by Ximen Wang, how could a martial arts peak powerhouse from the Demon Sect have such a subtle and powerful Dao Sect means?

The iron spear stood in the snowy lake, unabashedly exuding a powerful smell, announcing its presence and killing intention to its opponents and the nature around the lake.

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

"Open guns. Simon Wang said, "You have a hidden arrow, and I have a clear spear." ”

Xu Chen coughed up a mouthful of blood, gasped and said, "The gun is good, and the name is good." ”

Ximen looked at the slender Pu knife he was holding in his right hand, squinted slightly, and said, "You also have a good knife." ”

It was indeed a good knife, otherwise it would not have been able to resist the iron spear that pierced the night clouds and fell from the sky, and it should have shattered into countless pieces in an instant.

Simon looked expressionless and said, "But who in the world is qualified to face my spear except that man's sword?"

Since betraying the Demon Sect's allegiance to the Daomen, in order to deal with the teacher Liansheng, who is very likely to be alive, especially in order to deal with the impossible and silent death, Ximen Wang has been silently preparing.

His preparation was the iron spear in his hand at this time.

He forged the gun himself.

The gun intent of this gun is to accept self-knowledge and watch the Lord.

In these years of practice, Ximen Wang stubbornly went against the exercises, forcibly practiced the Daomen exercises, and actually succeeded in cultivating the iron spear into his own natal object!

From that day on, this iron gun finally had a new gun intent. Simon Wang thought it was light, or he hoped that it would be light in the future, so he named the iron spear: Ming Gun.

With the gun in hand, Ximen Wang dared to look directly at Mingzong's peep in the night.

What's more, it's this ordinary knife in Xu Chen's hand?

When the blood flag was torn and shattered, and the flagpole turned into an iron spear and flew into the night clouds, the senior brother on the city wall noticed it, and he subconsciously took a step forward, holding the city wall head with both hands, unaware of the cold of the snow on the wall, and looked in the direction of Yanming Lake with a worried face.

To be able to make Senior Brother Dushan Sect so solemn and worried, one can imagine how much impact the power of Ximen Wang's shot will have on the psychology of the people watching the battle tonight.

The senior brother muttered: "I can't imagine that General Ximen Wang still hides such a means in the end. ”

"The speed, the power, the momentum, the speed of this gun, is perfect. ”

Ye Tianming said: "I remember that the teacher said that when he led Ximen into the Daomen, he tried to get him out of the Demon Sect and change to the Dao Method...... Unexpectedly, Ximen Wang actually changed the Dao method, and he was able to cultivate this gun to such a realm, which is really incredible. ”

The senior brother was slightly moved and said: "It turned out to be taught by the master, no wonder it is so domineering." ”

"It's not overbearing, it's above board. Ye Tianming said: "If Ximen Wang can cultivate the Ming Spear to absolute light, he will probably be able to compete with Liu Bai at his peak." ”

Senior Brother shook his head and said, "Let's not talk about General Ximen Wang's injury, just say that the current realm of this Dao Ming Spear is still some distance from Mr. Liu Bai's sword intent." ”

Ye Tianming said: "The distance is the distance from Liu Bai, but it is not something that Xu Chen can deal with. ”

The elder brother was silent.

After receiving the extremely domineering gun, Xu Chen suffered a terrifying impact, and his internal organs were gradually injured, and he needed time to recover, so he was willing to say a few more words.

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

Because he had some doubts in his heart at this time, he was vigilant.

For tonight's battle on the snow lake, Xu Chen has been preparing for fifteen years, and Ximen Wang's specific preparation time is not long, but he has decades of experience on the bloody battlefield.

He is one of the four great generals of the Chaoyang Empire, and the world is often attracted by his violent and cold-blooded side, forgetting his military talent, in fact, his command talent on the battlefield is not weaker than his own strong strength, and what is even more terrifying is that he is very good at applying the art of war to the battle of cultivators.

From the moment he stepped into the courtyard by Yanming Lake and planted the flag into the ground, Ximen Wang has been acting according to the art of war, he used his body as a Chinese military tent, constantly showing the enemy weakness, and even at the cost of a large number of troops, he has been resisting Xu Chen's most powerful means, until finally he dragged the enemy until he was exhausted, and saw all the enemy's means clearly, so he used his strongest means to kill the enemy.

After paying such a great price, consuming so much spirit, and shedding so much blood for the sake of the final blow, then the final blow must be like a thunderbolt and cannot give the enemy any chance.

The blood flag in front of the mansion was waiting for the thousands of Xuanjia heavy cavalry he was ambushing around the battlefield, so that when the enemy could not attack for a long time, he would suddenly attack and determine the victory like the wind and falling leaves.

Chaoyang's elite heavy armor Xuanqi is the most powerful and terrifying iron flow in the military camp, the iron cavalry has been gathering momentum for a long time, and it will inevitably sweep through the four fields, invincible, the iron gun in the blood flag is the most powerful and terrifying means of Ximen Wang, and he was not released until the end, and he is naturally the winner and loser.

This shot embodies the powerful belief and momentum of a martial arts peak powerhouse, and logically speaking, even a cultivator who is stronger than Xu Chen cannot resist it.

However, the iron spear struck with a thunderbolt from the night clouds, but Xu Chen did not die, although he was now coughing up blood and was obviously seriously injured, but the fact that he was not dead still made Ximen Wang feel extremely strong doubts.

During the short conversation with Xu Chen, Ximen Wang pondered this question, trying to find the source and solution of his doubts and inexplicable vigilance.

After a while, he figured out half of the answer, so he watched Xu Chen's eyes become brighter and colder, just like the cold ice scattered on the snow lake in front of him.

It was enough to figure out half of it, at least he thought it was enough to solve the doubts and vigilance in his heart, he waved his right arm, the remaining silky clothes on his arm instantly powdered, the blood flowing from the wound sprinkled like an arrow into the night, and the iron spear held in his palm broke through the air and disappeared without a trace in an instant.

Ximen Wang's second gun was not aimed at Xu Chen under the cliff, but at the maid above the cliff.

He has enough sources of information, he knows that it must be Xu Chen's little maid on the cliff, he knows that the little maid and Xu Chen's relationship is extraordinary, and he knows that the little maid is Wei Guangming's descendant.

The identity of the maid has always made Ximen Wang feel a little strange and vigilant, so he decided to kill her first, this decision is still an allusion to the art of war - the art of war is not complicated, but because it is simple and revealing the meaning of fairness, just like the temperament of the iron spear itself - Ximen Wang just wants to clearly tell Xu Chen that he wants to kill the maid, he wants Xu Chen to turn back and save him, and then die.

The maid is Xu Chen's life, if someone dares to threaten him with the maid, he will definitely kill the other party at all costs, just like shooting Long Qing through the wasteland.

And for ordinary people, the little girl who cherishes her life and looks so thin is threatened by death, and she will turn around and save her as soon as possible, putting her life out of the way.

But Xu Chen didn't do this, when he sensed that the majestic and domineering iron spear pierced the cliff, he didn't look back, but held the handle of the knife tightly, stepped on the ice with his right foot, and his body swept straight over the snow lake for more than ten zhang in an instant, his wrist flipped, raised the sharp Pu knife, and rushed towards Ximenwang.

His speed was very amazing, and the cold wind on the snowy lake blew the black courtyard clothes on his body, and his clothes whirred, like a night dome about to disperse.

Ximen Wang's eyebrows were slightly raised, a little puzzled, and he stretched out his iron right hand and shook it in the night wind.

The iron spear broke through the air, and in an instant it came to the cliff on the south bank of Yanming Lake, and stabbed at the maid, because the friction with the air was too violent, the dark body of the spear glowed with a bright luster, compared with the maid's thin and short body, it looked extraordinarily thick and terrifying.

The wind of the guns swept through the remnants of snow between the cliffs, and her cheeks ached, and her shortened yellowish hair fell back like aquatic plants in a steep stream.

She knew that Xu Chen would not turn back to save herself, because Xu Chen would not have time to save herself, because Xu Chen believed that she could save herself, because at this moment she had to save herself.

Although the maid is the descendant of the Bright God Throne, she has studied divine arts with the old man, and she has confirmed each other with the Daoist Ye Hongyu these days, but she has never participated in the battle of the cultivator.

She didn't know how to fight, she didn't know how to save herself, she relied on instinct, like those life and death moments in Minshan many years ago, squatted down like a wounded little beast, hugged the handle of the umbrella tightly, and shrank desperately, letting the big black umbrella cover every part of her body.

A very strange sound sounded from the cliff, like a drumstick falling heavily on a broken drum, and like Simon Wang's footsteps across the river and mountain, stepping through the ice and falling into the water.

The iron spear plunged into the big black umbrella, and the sharp tip of the spear pierced the grease and black mud of the years.

The place where the big black umbrella came into contact with the iron spear sank sharply, and the black cloth hissed, as if it had become a terrifying black hole, but at the bottom of the black hole, the tip of the spear was always ...... Didn't make it through the umbrella!

The handle of the big black umbrella was against the cliff stone, and with a pop, like a knife cutting tofu, it stabbed in, the stone and gravel flew around, her eyes were closed, and the maid hiding under the umbrella shook her body heavily, and her face suddenly became extremely pale, and with a whoop, blood spurted out of her lips, staining her new clothes this morning.

Ximen Wang, who betrayed the Demon Sect, was the terrifying spear, and he could clearly perceive all the details before the iron spear, so he knew that the maid was not dead.

With great perseverance and forbearance to seek the first shot that must be killed, he was not able to kill Xu Chen, and the second shot that should never be missed in the way of the art of war was not missed, nor did he kill the little maid on the cliff, two incredible misses in a row, which made Ximen Wang's mood a little strange.

Xu Chen had already swept dozens of feet at this time and came to the snow lake.

At this moment, Ximen Wang frowned slightly, and the right palm that he was holding in the cold wind tightened violently, and the iron spear on the cliff shrank back sharply, as if it was bounced back into the air by a big black umbrella.

The dark iron spear, piercing the remnants of snow floating on the lake, piercing the slightest cold wind, with a sharp whistling, pierced Xu Chen's back like lightning.

The sharp roar is the sound of breaking the wind, the turbulence in front of the tip of the sharp spear, the more shrill the sound, the faster the speed, just listening to the sound, you know that this iron spear, even if the speed is not as fast as the Yuan Thirteen arrows, but it is also extremely terrifying.

It stands to reason that with Xu Chen's current cultivation strength in the Sixth Upper Realm, there is no way to predict the trajectory of Ximen Wangming's spear in advance, let alone deal with this terrifying speed.

But Xu Chen has never been a reasonable person, his life experience and cultivation process, if you think about it carefully, there is really no reason to talk about it.

Just when the iron spear was still three feet away from his back, before the screaming sound reached his ears, he once again reacted in advance, pouring Haoran Qi into his whole body, forcibly twisting his body in the night sky, condensing all his spirit and strength into the blade, and slashing down behind him!

An extremely bright crisp sound, accompanied by a strong jet of air, rippled out from between the blade and the tip of the spear, and the snow on the shaking winter lake kept shaking.

Xu Chen's wrist was in sharp pain, and he almost couldn't hold the Pu knife in his hand, but he stabilized his body with an extremely resolute mind, and with the power of the shock transmitted back by the blade, he turned in a circle in the night wind, whistling and rushing towards Ximen again, and the speed was a few points faster than before.

The iron spear drew an arc in the night sky, came to Ximen Wang's body earlier than Xu Chen, and returned to his right palm held in the cold wind.

The cold wind was sudden, Xu Chen broke through the wind, held the Pu knife with both hands, and cut down on the head!

Ximen Wang was already covered in blood and his face was pale, but his 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, Xu Chen swept backwards like a wounded bird, and fell heavily on the snow lake again.

The dark iron spear trembled at an extremely high frequency in Ximenwang's hand, unable to calm down for a long time, and emitted a low humming sound that made people feel chilling and despairing.

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

Xu Chen stood up, feeling that his wrist seemed to have been broken, his face was as pale as snow, although Ximen Wang was seriously injured under his talisman arrow, but in terms of strength and true qi, he was still far inferior to the other party, and there was no way to make up for or close this gap.

With a simple shot, Ximen Wang broke the knife that Xu Chen had been planning for a long time and forgetting to die, there should be no reason to be dissatisfied, but his brows frowned deeply.

Because this shot still failed to stab Xu Chen's body.