Chapter 604 Battle of the Wild Mountain 2

The two of them were as sharp-eyed as blades, and they immediately intertwined and locked together.

Ye Zhitao looked up to the sky and smiled and shouted, "Yunhu!"

The soul-chasing sword in his hand pointed to Li Peicheng from afar, swallowing the cold and piercing sword light.

Li Peicheng smiled faintly at Ye Zhitao and nodded, "Ye Zhitao!"

The two of them definitely greeted each other in a different way, but in an instant, everyone felt Li Peicheng's unrivaled courage. It seemed that nothing in the world could win him, and no one could defeat him.

Ye Zhitao in front of him can't do it either!

Ye Zhitao's black eyes suddenly contracted, flashed a sinister color, and his mouth moved slightly. No one knew what he was talking about, only Li Peicheng could hear it.

"Yunhu boy, do you know that Wang Chong, the purple messenger of the Lotus Sect, has led people to kill Jiuzhou Mountain, Jie, Jie, Wang Chong's strength is not lower than mine!" Ye Zhitao's sinister voice sounded in Li Peicheng's ear.

Li Peicheng's face changed greatly. At this time, Ye Zhitao roared, and the cold light of the soul-chasing sword in his hand soared, shooting at Li Peicheng like a meteor.

The master's move. Essence, qi and spirit are all important. There is a slight mistake. I immediately missed the opportunity. Ye Zhitao's move is not insidious.

It's a pity. He didn't know that the power of Yan Huangzong's five elements of yin and yang has doubled now. There is also Lin Chaojian, the first master of Jidu Star. Unless Zhu Xiaotian comes. Otherwise, even if his son Ye Tiannan committed suicide, he would return to Kyushu Mountain. Maybe it may even be explained in Kyushu Mountain. Not to mention Wang Chong, the messenger in purple.

"You've been fooled!" Li Peicheng suddenly smiled. The smile is indifferent but strange. The gun in his hand is red. Like a long rainbow, he steadily met the soul-chasing sword.

Where the gun has passed. The space seems to be stagnant. The whole world is left with that simple and unpretentious gun. Even the person holding the gun seemed to suddenly disappear.

This shot has reached the realm of sanctity. Unstoppable!

Ye Zhitao thought he had a plan. Be the first to take action. But I didn't expect the situation to turn straight down. But the other party deliberately confused him. Suddenly, his face changed slightly. There was a little disturbance in Gujing's mood.

It's sonorous!

The two-foot fire cloud gun and the fairy-level magic weapon soul-chasing sword hit more than 20 times in a very short time. Each strike is not only as heavy as a thousand, but also sharp and hot. What's more terrible is that one shot is heavier than one shot, just like a rolling wave, one wave is higher than another.

Every time he fights with a sword, Ye Zhitao, who is connected with the soul-chasing sword spirit, has to retreat dozens of meters. If he is allowed to do his best, he can't change this situation.

After more than 20 guns, Ye Zhitao has retreated for thousands of meters. If it hadn't been for the soul-chasing sword, which is a fairy-level magic weapon, the more than 20 guns that have been connected just now have made him drink hatred and spit blood.

In contrast, although Li Peicheng is heavier than one shot, he still looks at ease and at ease.

This completely different contrast not only made Ye Zhitao, who was struggling to support, so depressed that he wanted to vomit blood, but those onlookers were even more furious, but they were intoxicated.

Ye Tianhua and Ling Tian's four heroes looked terriblely gloomy, and their murderous eyes flashed.

Nie Shilong's star-like eyes stared at the magic fire cloud gun in Li Peicheng's hand, jumping with the excited and longing light, and the blue veins of his hands burst out.

The last Mars exploded in the air, and Li Peicheng suddenly stopped attacking. The fire cloud gun still pointed at Ye Zhitao, indescribably free and easy. However, the barrel of the gun was still trembling slightly. The blue veins of his arm were raised, and his muscles were tangled like steel bars. A little sweat oozed out of the pores like rain and rolled down, telling that the more than 20 gun attacks just now were really fierce, which consumed a lot of Li Peicheng's strength.

Ye Zhitao suddenly felt light all over, but he still couldn't help retreating dozens of meters in a row, which stopped the rapid retreat. The blood in his body surged, and a smell of blood surged up to his throat, but he forcibly pressed it down, and his face turned red to white and returned to normal in an instant.

Sure enough, he was worthy of being the second master of the Ye family. He deliberately showed his fw, and suddenly counterattacked with all his strength. If it had been in the past, he would have been defeated. Li Peicheng secretly praised that not only did not have any timidity because of Ye Zhitao's strength, but his eyes ignited a strong sense of war.

Whether it is martial arts or his body, the decisive battle of life and death is always the best way to hone and improve. Li Peicheng, who has both martial arts and body, knows this most clearly.

Since he stepped into the disaster period, this is Ye Zhitao's first confrontation. He has been frustrated and can't help showing deep vigilance and endless killing.

The gun and sword pointed away, and the two fell into confrontation again when they first met.

Li Peicheng lost in the magic weapon and the soul-chasing sword, and Ye Zhitao lost in Li Peicheng's inferior strength.

Their eyes were intertwined in the air like electricity, and no one wanted to take the lead easily.

Ye Tianhua, who watched the battle from afar, glanced at Nie Shilong coldly. Nie Shilong was slightly stunned and immediately said in a murderous and fierce voice, "Black and white double evil, the time has come. Lead the overlord gun guard to kill the Black Cliff Sect, rebels, kill!"

"Qi Jie!" Bai Shaliu swayed out his scarlet tongue and licked his lips. There was a harsh laughter in his throat. Then he waved his big hand and screamed, "Little guys

Lin Feng, kill him with blood flowing into a river, and the corpses are everywhere!"

The hundred tigers and gun guards immediately roared, and the murderous atmosphere rushed to the sky. In a blink of an eye, they turned into a rolling stream of anger, like a dragon's murderous momentum towards the time. With a wave of the fire cloud gun, it turned into tens of millions of red shadows.

Qiang! Qiang! Qiang!

The sound of gold and iron sounded in the air, shaking the world, stirring the air disorder, and the strong wind.

Countless thin needles came quickly and went faster. In a blink of an eye, they rolled back at Ye Zhitao like a low tide, and then condensed into a sword again, a crystal clear silver soul-chasing sword.

The needle is small and thin, many and dense. For the sake of Ye Zhitao's true strength, the spirit is strong, and it is extremely difficult to control. At this time, his face was pale and colorless, and his forehead was sweating like rain, but his eyes were fixed on Li Peicheng and did not dare to relax at all.

Li Peicheng transformed countless gun shadows with one shot. The gun was accurate and the speed was extremely fast, but it was no less relaxed than Ye Zhitao. At this time, he also stared at Ye Zhitao fiercely, but he secretly called it dangerous in his heart. Fortunately, he had some research on physical optics before, and immediately reacted. Otherwise, if you really listen to countless small voices and consciousness to feel the extremely subtle and countless mana fluctuations, you will definitely miss some fine needles. At that time, even if you are hard and thick and stabbed by such sharp things, I'm afraid you will suffer a lot.

The two fell into confrontation again, and their eyes crisscrossed in the air.

Li Peicheng's mouth floated with a faint sneer, and his momentum was like a rainbow. The fire cloud gun in his hand swallowed, and the boundless murderous spirit condensed into a sharp as the tip of a gun and went straight to Ye Zhitao.

Ye Zhitao secretly complained. He used a distraction twice and attacked twice, but he returned fruitlessly and lost his sharpness. Now Li Peicheng is under pressure, forcing him to dare not take action easily.

Li Peicheng's momentum is getting stronger and stronger, forcing the soul-chasing sword to make a buzzing trill, as if he wanted to get out of Ye Zhitao's control.

Li Peicheng looked up to the sky and smiled and said loudly, "It's impolite not to come and go. It's time for me to take action!"

He said that one shot per person, which seemed to be slow, but he was almost to the extreme and killed Ye Zhitao.

The sun and the moon are not bright, and the heaven and earth seem to suddenly darken, and only the whole world is left that gun is slowly forcing Ye Zhitao, but everyone knows that the shot is actually very fast, so fast that it seems to let time and space flow back.

A little red light kept dilated in Ye Zhitao's pupils, and a sharp gun gas came to the air, which could penetrate the gold and stone.

Ye Zhitao's eyes showed a little horror, and he resolutely abandoned the practice of controlling the sword with Zhenyuan. He actually grabbed the soul-chasing sword, and also learned from Li Peicheng to fight directly with the blade in his hand, in order to use the strength of the real body to resist Li Peicheng's shocking shot.

Seeing this, Li Peicheng's eyes were cold, and the fire cloud gun in his hand turned into a rolling gun wave, slowly and steadily greeted the soul-chasing sword in waves.

At this moment, Li Peicheng completely forgot everything and integrated into the world of guns. He felt that the fierce spirit of the fire cloud gun was gradually condensing into a ball, exuding an extremely excited **, as if he was eager to defeat the oncoming fairy weapons that were one level higher than him, just like Li Peicheng was eager to defeat one strong enemy after another and climb to the peak of martial arts and power.

At this moment, Li Peicheng's soul seems to have been completely integrated with the gun. He only has a gun in his heart, and the gun has become him.