After a short conversation, Wang Chan and the Taoist people in Tsing Yi tested each other, but they didn't take advantage of each other. In other words, the breath and momentum cannot deter the other party, and there is no reason for the opponent's mental state to show even the slightest flaw before the battle.

At this time, in fact, both sides already knew very well in their hearts that one of the two of them wanted to kill people and the other wanted to protect people, and it was useless to say more. Moreover, the murderous Wang Chan still took the initiative in the end, and if the protector of Tsing Yi Dao wanted to protect Lin Zhendong behind him, it would inevitably be extraordinarily involved in some of his energy and mind by this outsider in the next period of time.

Killing people like Qingyi Daoren, all means are fake, whether it is a sneak attack or an assassination, it will not be of much use in practice. For people like them, their minds can monitor all movements within a radius of a few hundred meters centered on themselves at all times, and any assassination, sniping, and wanting to threaten them is like a dream.

Only with real swords and guns, with real kung fu to control everything in the battlefield, or to crush strongly, Mount Tai as unstoppable as an unstoppable kill, or don't take a different path, so that the opponent has to be distracted, so that he has scruples, and then he can succeed.

Sure enough, as soon as the Taoist suddenly closed his mouth, Wang Chan's eyes swept and swept past Lin Zhendong in the hall, which immediately made the old man who was once in power suddenly feel a terrifying feeling that could not be spoken, as if he was walking alone in the mountains and forests, and was unconsciously stared at by wild beasts in the distance, and a layer of goosebumps was densely covered all over his body.

The skin of the brain is numb, and the back is cold! I can't help but shiver a few times.

Of course, until now, there will not be a bodyguard by Lin Zhendong's side, and with a burst of strangeness here, more than a dozen big men immediately rushed out from behind the hall, all of them were described as fierce, each with a weapon, and suddenly surrounded Lin Zhendong's whole person in the middle, and slowly retreated backwards.

And among them, there are also a few very fierce masters of the Lin family, their eyes are blood-red, and they suddenly rise, and they are about to rush out of the hall and merge with Wang Chanhuo.

These people are the most elite dead soldiers cultivated by the Lin family for decades, spending countless efforts, not only proficient in boxing and martial arts, but also shaped by the most advanced military theories in modern society.

However, these people were well-trained, but Wang Chan's speed was a hundred times faster than theirs.

"Unfortunately, you will eventually die at my hands. ”

Wang Chan held the gun with both hands, his eyes were fixed on the tip of the gun, and he spoke leisurely, but there was no expression on his face. At this moment, the momentum that had been brewing all over his body seemed to suddenly become nothing, and he only focused all his attention on the big gun in his hand, and even in this moment, he completely forgot about his opponent and himself.

Even if an ordinary person fights and fights, and he does not dare to start, and when he does it, he who always looks ahead and backward will be beaten like a pig's head in the end! Because he thinks too much, he will have scruples in his heart, and he will not dare to make a ruthless move, and his strength will not be able to be brought into play! Since he has done it, he must never be afraid, not cause trouble, not be afraid of things, and either he will not fight or he will die if he fights. This kind of truth is not only applicable to ordinary people's hand-to-hand combat, but also to masters who practice boxing and martial arts.

Wang Zongyue, a famous Tai Chi master in the Wanli period of the Ming Dynasty, was also good at marksmanship, and once left a book of "Yin Fu Gun Book", the source of which is said to be born from the soldier's "Yellow Emperor Yin Fu Jing", and later evolved into the "Tai Chi Thirteen Guns" in Taijiquan, which has a few sentences of shooting, which is now Wang Chan's state of war.

"The heart must look at the hand and the gun, and the gun is always it, after refining to the ninth turn of Dancheng, the heart is fascinated with the gunman!"

The master practiced the gun, after practicing to the most profound point, the man and the gun are one, the heart and hand are one, once the hand and the person move, under the full attention, the enemy and I are forgotten, the six relatives do not recognize, as long as the big gun is pierced out, it is immediately the gun dance dragon and snake, invincible.

The ancient generals, trapped in the camp and rushed to the camp, were not afraid of many others, a spear danced, like a giant python entangled in a tree, front and back, left and right, protecting people and horses, hard advance and hard retreat, the head of the gun was everywhere, and he died if he touched it. It is only when you have entered this state of selflessness that you can be fearless of life and death!

Immediately, Wang Chan exhaled gently, and before his words landed, the person had already taken a big step forward.

He stepped out this step and landed suddenly, there was no shortage of masters in the field, and the dead soldiers around Lin Zhendong had sharp eyes, but none of them could really see Wang Chan's movements clearly at this time, they only felt that the hall they were in suddenly shook, the ground shook, and after a blink of an eye, Wang Chan's whole person had already stepped into the hall in one step, and arrived in front of the Taoist in Tsing Yi.

At the same time, the big gun in his hand also jumped steeply against the ground, like a poisonous dragon coming out of a hole.

Buzz, buzz!

Wang Chan's hand was raised, holding the handle of the big gun, the head of the gun, crossed a silver line, the body of the gun shook and the sound was like the bell of the ancient temple in the middle of the night, vast, melodious, and the air vibrate, which was mixed with the piercing sonic boom and screaming sound from the tip of the gun breaking through the air.

In the main hall, Lin Zhendong, who was still retreating to the side at this time, flashed with light in his eyes, although he didn't know martial arts, but his feeling was the most sensitive.

Wang Chan's gun, swaying, the head of the spear swallowed, like a spirit snake spitting out a letter, and the sound of sneering through the air echoed fiercely in the entire hall in an instant, so that people didn't know where his shot came from at a glance. I felt that in front of me, the light was dazzling, and the cold light of the air conditioner was imminent.

The boxing scripture says that "the stick is afraid of nodding and the gun is afraid of the round", which means that once the big gun shakes up, the head of the gun swings around, and the gods are difficult to prevent. One move to break the enemy is unambiguous. One shot is pierced, ten thousand plum blossoms, even if the opponent is wearing heavy armor, he can break the heart shield on his chest and drill into it.

The guns are full of flowers, and they are all deadly, and I don't know which one to block.

The big gun stabs people, and the emphasis is on piercing through, not piercing, and returning at one point. Killing people depends on the strength of the gun, and with a shake, the hole that enters is only the thickness of the gun, but the muzzle of the gun can be expanded to the thickness of the bowl. As long as you are poked, no one will want to survive.

This is the true power of the use of the soldier's big gun. Once you realize any supernatural powers, it will immediately be a ghost crying god, and the world can go to it.

You can imagine what kind of scene it would be for a big spear head that is thick as a goose egg, eight feet long, and heavier and tougher than any steel alloy to pierce it in the hands of a person who has the strength to move a lot? No matter who is stabbed in the body by this shot, regardless of whether it is a mortal or a god, it will be a shot.

Even when he saw Wang Chan's shot piercing out, Lin Zhendong even suspected that this shot could pierce the entire mountain. Under such an attack, the only way he could think of was to retreat or dodge, and it was the most undesirable to force a hard connection.

Disheveled!

On the other hand, the Taoist in Tsing Yi, who bore the brunt of Wang Chan's most violent momentum, was extremely nervous in the face of such a ferocious blow!

This can be clearly seen from the sudden opening of his closed eyes.

Moreover, he didn't seem to have expected that Wang Chan would simply stab at the end of the day, and the momentum and power would reach such a point, although he had never used any magical powers, but only with Wang Chan's hand, he set it off and drummed up the strong wind in the entire hall, and this person also knew in his heart that Wang Chan's blow was a purely violent means.

Once the power is fully unfolded, it will be like the Yangtze River, endless, and the power will also rise with the tide, just the degree of lethality, it is simply more terrifying than any magic power in the world.

Therefore, at this time, this person didn't even dare to take half a step back, nor did he have any idea of dodging.

The moment he opened his eyes, his brows furrowed slightly, and his strength ran through the roots! A fat robe sleeve suddenly whasped a gust of wind, and suddenly rose into the air, like a snake, and the blue light flashed, and the big sleeves flew like a knife, and suddenly poked out a zhang away, and slashed at Wang Chan's forehead like a waterfall.

At the same time, there was a sound of dragon groaning in the sleeve of this person's person, and with a breath, the whole person rose from the ground, just like a column resisting the wind, prioritizing and fluctuating, and a blue light drilled out of the big sleeve, and Wang Chan's big gun, which poked in front of him almost in a blink of an eye, slammed together.

Bite!

There was another loud bang, like a sudden thunderbolt in a raging storm, and the blue light and the head of the big gun were pointed together.

Wang Chan has been gathering momentum for a long time, and even an iron mountain can poke out a hole in the Liquan gun, but it was actually blocked by this Taoist who did not move in place.

Full of murderous aura, suddenly like a surge!

However, after this, the two moves between the Tsing Yi Daoist raised his hand were all in vain, and his big sleeve had just been split halfway, and he was immediately shattered by the ripples produced by Wang Chan's big gun and the blue light, and pieces of it were flying, like butterflies in the air.

And as soon as this person's arm was exposed, it was also clearly seen by Wang Chan, originally under the cover of his robe sleeve, it was actually a flying sword with a dazzling light, expanding and contracting, and the whole body was wrapped in a ball of blue light.

This flying sword is three feet long, and the light on the sword body is uncertain, obviously not in the hands of the Taoist in Tsing Yi, but it is still suspended in the air by itself, and the blue light flickered, making a sneering sound like a green snake spitting out a letter, which is not like a cold sword weapon at all, making people have a feeling of blood fusion.

"The three-foot green snake spot in the sleeve! Sword Immortal Flying Sword, you have already practiced the sword into a Dan?"

Wang Chan's spears and swords intersected, and he keenly felt in an instant that the swordsmanship of this Tsing Yi Daoist was really the most unpredictable and powerful one he had ever seen, and even the Dragon Dao man, a veteran sword fairy swordsman in Longmen Wudang, was only afraid that he would not be able to attain swordsmanship.

Not to mention anything else, this Tsing Yi Taoist was born in the most mysterious Shu Mountain in the world, and the art of sword immortals is a single lineage, and his own name is bigger than that of Longmen Wudang. At this time, one by one, this person's swordsmanship has become one body and sword, and one human sword. Having reached the point of refining the sword weapon and achieving nine turns, it is obvious that he has crossed the biggest threshold in the life of the sword immortal, and has re-practiced the art of the sword immortal back to the right path of the Taoist Jindan Avenue and practiced the sword into a dan.

Sword immortal refining sword, cultivating life without cultivating surname, is not the right way in Taoism, although the power is huge, incomparable, but it is a technique not a Tao, and has always been regarded as the left way by Taoist orthodoxy. However, it is this kind of left-hand kung fu, once you can survive the threshold of the nine turns of the sword, the essence of the whole body will be integrated with the sword, and the hardware can also be turned into sword qi and stored in the dantian, which can be collected and released, warmed and tempered, and truly formed an inner dan.

From ancient times to the present, people who can cultivate from the method of sword refining to the point of Jindan are all amazingly talented, and their own control ability and insight ability are all meticulous, and they have truly reached the realm of human swordsmanship and sword is human swordsmanship. In comparison, the kind of Longdao people who found a different way, forcibly fused sword weapons with their physical bodies, and barely reached the realm of human and sword integration, really made a judgment, and there was nothing comparable about it.

"Is there really someone in the world who refines the flying sword into the essence and uses it to form a pill......?

Wang Chan knew very well that when he shot this shot, even if he was replaced to pick it up, his qi and blood would float, his whole body would be sloppy and vibrating, and his muscles and bones would be numb, but this person didn't even take a step back, so he started to catch it with a sword.

And once this person made a move, he was ruthless, just a finger of his hand, there was a flash of blue light in front of him, and he actually followed the body of Wang Chan's big gun, slid down like a snake, and picked a sword at Wang Chan's throat!

After the sword immortal refines the sword into a pill, the essence is combined with his own sword weapon, and he uses it to fight the enemy, and its flexibility is like his own fingers, no matter how far away it is, as soon as the thought turns, it can change at will. It is no longer like the sword in the past, it can only go straight, but it can be held in hand dozens of miles away, and it can change the sword moves as you like, and what's more, the speed of the sword light is faster, the power is greater, and the lethality is stronger and numerous.

This person is obviously also a master of all kinds of assassination swordsmanship, and between the shots, it is simple, fast, and there is no trickery.

And his sword, clinging to Wang Chan's big gun, slid down from top to bottom, with an ingenious angle and was impossible to prevent.

In one move, several changes in attack and defense, after showing the flying sword in the sleeve from the opponent, Wang Chan also knew that he was invincible at home and abroad, and the words of killing at will were over, and now he finally encountered a strong opponent who could really be equal to himself.

No wonder, this person dares to speak wildly, saying that the person he protects can be killed by no one in the world, and he is indeed qualified to say this!

At the moment when the Taoist in Tsing Yi stabbed with a sword, Wang Chan immediately "was on his back" in front of him.

It was caused by a flying sword of the Taoist stabbing in the air. Although he hadn't come close yet, this flying sword whose whole body was shrouded in a layer of blue light had a sharp breath, which was incredible, and although there were two sword light guards of the Taibai Sword Pill outside his body, Wang Chan still felt a pinprick-like stinging pain in his throat.

At this moment, Wang Chan's big spear was completely entangled by the flying sword that slid down.

In an instant, the situation took a turn for the worse, and Wang Chan fell into an extremely dangerous situation.

Since Yudan, an unprecedented sense of crisis suddenly erupted from the depths of his heart.

If you really want to be stabbed by this sword, no matter what sword light protects the body, or the thirteen Taibao horizontal exercises, it is all useless, and this flying sword does not need to really touch Wang Chan's body skin at all, as long as it is close at hand, a wisp of sword qi will be forced into his body in a square inch, and Wang Chan's whole person will be cut open and choked at once.

However, Wang Chan was not distracted by this huge alarm rising in his heart at this time. This kind of evenly matched battle is exactly what he hopes for and pursues, no fighting, no killing, what is it called the way of a soldier. Great danger is often accompanied by huge opportunities at the same time, so in this moment of mind turning, a few tenths of a snap of the fingers, Wang Chan suddenly opened his mouth, like a lion's roar, from the dantian, the bones and organs of the body continuously roared out two syllables "��" and "zha", directly poured into the hands of the two colored blood jade.

Taoist mantras.

Loud Voice.

The two syllables that Wang Chan roared out were directly blessed on his Seven Killing Knife, and suddenly the blood light of his two hands, from his forearm down, skyrocketed.

Before the Dan, if the mantra was abused, just these two syllables were enough for Wang Chan to kill 10,000 enemies and lose 8,000 himself, but now, his magic sound blessing method, the method of shaking the potential of the whole body, can already be used as much as he wants.

It's too late, it's fast, Wang Chan spit out the words this time, one hand suddenly pinched into a tiger's claw, and went up along the barrel of the gun, and grabbed the seven inches of the flying sword like a green snake.

When the Daoist's flying sword was only half a foot away from Wang Chan, the castration suddenly stopped, and the sword light was swallowed, but it was simply unable to move forward any further! The blue light that Wang Chan grabbed was shattered, and it deviated obliquely to one side.

At the same time, after grabbing the flying sword, Wang Chan immediately returned the color.

The big gun in his hand turned to protect his body, but the two Taibai Sword Pills outside his body were crossed left and right, silently, and the big scissors were twisted towards the Daoist on the opposite side, and he actually fought the flying sword with the opponent in close quarters.

Wang Chan is also in color, the sword light is like a rainbow, and what is more violent is that he now has a Yue Wang Liquan gun in his hand, which is eight feet long, and between swings, not only can he protect his body in a yellow light, which is impervious to wind and rain, and the tip of the spear more than two feet long is flying in the air, drawing a big gun flower with a bucket.

Pear blossom spear in spearmanship.

The sound of a ghost crying like a howl burst out from the tip of the spear, mixed with the sound of gold and iron colliding with each other like wind knives and iron swords.

One hand yin, one hand yang, yin and yang converge ghosts and gods, a tree of pear flowers pressed begonias!

Wang Chan in this moment, almost the magic power is exhausted, first the seven kills blood knife, then the Taibai flying sword, at this time and the big gun, sitting in the rear, attacking and defending in one, the front end of the Liquan gun of the six sub-dragon wood, at this moment there erupted in might, as if it is a spring blossom, countless pear blossoms blooming like a beautiful scene, but this kind of beauty is like "drinking to quench thirst".

The more beautiful, the more dangerous.

The people of Tsing Yi also felt the fierceness and cruelty of the approaching crisis.

In the face of Wang Chan's counterattack, he suddenly moved under his feet, and his body seemed to shake again and again like a shadow, and he was actually in the middle of this electric flint, flying backwards by a millimeter.

The speed was dizzying, as if the entire ground had been shortened countless times in the blink of an eye according to the scale under his feet.

Shifting his shape and changing his shadow, shrinking the ground into inches! That is, in his kung fu that shook again and again, his body was even a little faster than Wang Chan's Taibai Sword Pill, just because this speed was so exaggerated, it felt like his whole person was hiding in his shadow on the ground.

Beyond the flying sword, it can almost fool people's eyes.

It's a pity that he is fast, and Wang Chan's gun is faster.

As soon as this person flashed, he arrived at the northwest corner of the main hall, but Wang Chan had already settled down at this time, relieved his mind, and immediately followed the turn of his feet, two sword lights, drilled into the soles of his feet, and lifted his person up, and slid forward flatly.

It seemed to form a unity with the sword pill under his feet in a strange way, Wang Chan's body suddenly became as fast as the wind, no matter how fast the Tsing Yi Dao body method was in front of him, even beyond the speed of sound, he followed closely behind, and with a swing of the spear, a shot pierced it, poking at the opponent's lower abdomen.

"Weird? What kind of sword control is this?"

It seems that Wang Chan was shocked by Wang Chan's sudden whimsical idea of stepping on the flying sword, and after the Taoist people in Tsing Yi flashed again and again, they were going to regroup and fight back, but they didn't expect that Wang Chan would chase after him in this way of controlling the sword, such as the ancient gods, soaring clouds and fog, dancing spears to fight.

Wang Chan's big gun, extremely sharp, the head of the spear is bright, and there is a faint blood light, there is no doubt that this time it will be poked, even with the magic power of this Tsing Yi Taoist, it will be pierced in the lower abdomen by the big gun, and a hole will come out.

However, this person can be regarded as a fierce rival in Wang Chan's life, and he is naturally extremely powerful. In the face of this trick that he had never seen before, this person was not in a hurry, and he also used the god at the bottom of the box.

The waist was twisted slightly, the shoulders were flicked, and the only remaining big sleeve sounded, and there was another light shot out, and this light was purple in color, and the sword qi extended more than three zhang away, just like a laser straight at Wang Chan's Liquan gun.

Wang Chan hurriedly shook the body of the gun, avoided this sword light, penetrated the tip of the gun, and directly returned another shot. At this time, it is not the time to hesitate at all, if you hesitate, you will miss the fighter, and when you fight with the Shushan Sword Immortal, you dare to be distracted, it is purely to find your own death.

So his shot was completely in line with the trend, the gun style was simple and direct to the extreme, but with both hands together, the force was born from the waist, and even the person with the gun, shrunk and stretched, stabbed forward violently, and pierced the head of the Taoist in Tsing Yi.

Pointing where to hit, there is no change, straight to the point. It seems to be simple to get home, but in fact, in this thorn, Wang Chan's whole person has used all his strength, the whole person is flying in the air, and the man and gun are one, forming a straight line.

Bringing people with guns is like nature.

In his posture, if someone can observe directly in front of him at this time, they will see that Wang Chan's people have disappeared entirely, and all they see is a big gun flying out of thin air, like a dragon in the sky.

"Hidden gun!"

Those who are good movers move above the nine heavens, and those who are good hiders hide under the nine earths. This is the soldier's marksmanship, combined with the art of war, the evolution of the battlefield killing technique, the integration of man and gun, or see the person without seeing the gun, or see the gun without seeing the person, the body is like a flying dragon in the sky, a shot is pierced, without a shadow and invisible, and when it is perceived, the person is already dead.

Wang Chan's stab, his body was in the air, and he rushed forward with a gun, and there was naturally a tragic atmosphere in the gun, and there was no return, and it seemed that if he didn't nail the Tsing Yi Taoist on the opposite side to the ground, he would never accept the gun.

At this time, the man's scalp was also beating violently, and the hair on his head seemed to be overpowered, standing upright, but the eyes of this man were still not flustered, and his eyes were staring at Wang Chan opposite.

Suddenly, there was a roar, and suddenly in the hall, two rays of light, one blue and one purple, flew up one point left and one purple in mid-air, and rushed down crossingly, just like a swallow cutting water, sweeping through the low air, tightly wrapped around Wang Chan's big gun.

"Two swords combined!"

Wang Chan's heart moved suddenly, and it was only at this time that he could clearly see the purple light that flashed in front of him just now, and it was actually a flying sword with a burst of light.

This person turned out to be the same as himself, not only practiced the Sword Immortal Flying Sword, but also practiced two mouthfuls of it. One blue and one purple, this is simply a copy of the purple and green swords in Shushan in the novel.

The two flying swords of the Taoist were entangled, Wang Chan's body suddenly sank, and the whole person fell to the ground from the sharp stabbing of his body, and at the same time his body shook, his heels rotated, and the big gun in his hand also rotated like a windmill, clanging, and he pulled out twenty or thirty strokes like a whirlwind in one breath, and smashed it on the two flying swords and swords.

For a while, the sword qi that was only smashed in the sky was soaring, and sparks were shining.

In the blink of an eye, the two of them have come and gone, you attack and defend, at least seventeen or eighteen moves have been exchanged against each other, but they can't make the opponent fall at an obvious disadvantage in a hurry.

With the supernatural powers of the two of them, if they are doing it with others, as long as their minds turn, the sword light will immediately flash, and the other party's head will fall to the ground, and killing people is the most refreshing, but now that they are together, no one can help anyone.

After this, Wang Chan also knew that the person in front of him, whether it was swordsmanship or supernatural powers, was not under him, and it was impossible to distinguish between victory and defeat in a short period of time.

A person who has practiced the art of the Sword Immortal to the level of forming an inner pill is really too powerful. Only such a person is worthy of the word Sword Immortal.

After a few more moves, regardless of victory or defeat, Wang Chanhu's body jumped backwards, and the two sword lights separated left and right, but instead did not attack the enemy, but instead cut off several beams and pillars of this hall in a circle, and then the big gun flicked, boom, and a wall close to him was also swept by Wang Chan with a shot.

"If you don't tell me to kill, then I'll collapse this hall and stone them all to death. ”

(To be continued)