Chapter 287 A big gun is like a dragon

The body took two steps back slightly, and even Hongmen's ancestors felt strange about the power of the white light. He was originally a peerless figure with magical power. He knew a lot about the way of sword immortals, but he had never seen a flying sword that could be controlled in the air. He was so psychic: "What kind of flying sword is it? Is there a sword spirit here?

The ancestor of Hongmen also knew that as long as he was close to this white light, even if he had any ability, he would be the same as Lin Zhenshan, and the corpse was divided into two halves.

In the next moment, the cold air came to his face, and the white light was full of flowers. He hurriedly flashed again, and his body retreated. In an instant, he appeared on the other side of the yard. However, this time, the scene was different. Even though his body was extremely fast, he was also chased by the white light. It's a thorn! The sound was like a crack, and the clothes behind the Hongmen ancestor's vest had been twisted into a "butterfly" all over the sky. From top to bottom, in the middle of the back, a long blood line suddenly collapsed, raising the blood light for a day, and Hao Xuan was cut in half.

In front of the sword weapon such as flying sword jumping pills, in addition to fighting with divine power and having divine weapons in your hand, otherwise no matter how high your martial arts are, no matter how fast your body skills are, there is no way to come down several times.

Under the moonlight, the white light became brighter and brighter, and there seemed to be countless moon flowers condensed into a thin line between the head and tail. After falling out again, it buzzed, but it seemed to know that the ancestor of Hongmen was powerful. I'm afraid it could not be killed in a hurry. At present, he trembled like a living thing three or two times, and suddenly turned around and stared at it. He secretly walked to Song Mingde at the gate of the courtyard.

This major general of Song Mingde is the largest real power in the army of the Lin family, and this Sino-Russian military exercise secretly joined hands to encircle and kill Wang Chan in the Siberian snowfield, which was also led by him. Naturally, it was also a target for Wang Chan to kill on this trip.

Just now, Lin Zhenshan was suddenly bowed, and his big head rolled to the ground. Song Mingde saw it clearly. For a moment, he was scared to death, and his back was cold. Fortunately, this man was also a general who had led soldiers. He was much bolder than Lin Zhenshan. After a change, he even rolled and climbed. He stumbled to one side of the door.

When he was about to run out, he saw a sound in the middle of the air, as if there was a sharp flash in front of his eyes. In the blink of an eye, he caught up with Song Mingde. The sword light flashed, piercing a big transparent hole in his chest and back. The man rushed forward and saw that he was unable to live.

At this time, a piece of golden light was like a fishing net. It was covered out of thin air and immediately wrapped the white light in the middle!

It turned out that the ancestor of Hongmen was painstakingly trying to deal with Wang Chan. Previously, with the help of the huge material manpower of the Lin family, he also made a lot of preparations. He used virgin hair to fuse gold and silver silk, and deliberately made a large net. Usually immersed in black dog blood to absorb filth. When using it, as long as you stretch out your hand and shake it, you can cover the space ground with a radius of more than ten feet. It is a means handed down from ancient times to deal with the sword fairy flying sword.

But he didn't expect that Wang Chan's flying sword was different. It had been refined into a pill. It itself was between virtual and real, which could be transformed into invisible. The idle filth could not be close to him at all, and could not be polluted. At this time, as soon as he was covered by the man's golden wire net, he suddenly rolled white light and flew up and down. He just twisted this big net with his fingers. Light turns into running water and pours down.

I only recognized the location of the ancestor of Hongmen, like a maggot of the tarsals. He bit it desperately and brushed the flash, forcing the old man to dodge a lot of debris in the courtyard, but they were all of white light behind him, one by one by one, twisted in half, whether it was a stone table or stone, or a tree pavilion pierced by this sword light. And it seems to be the flowers and moon in the mirror, and it is effortless to cut.

"Wang Chan, you have killed the two people of the Lin family. Before, all kinds of things were planned by these two people. The so-called injustice has a head and a debt. If you listen to my advice, you can stop it. The kindness and resentment in the sky are all dispersed, and you can leave a little affection in the future. Otherwise, you said that Hong Tianjing ate for nothing. He could only be beaten and couldn't fight back?

The ancestor of Hongmen suddenly took a wrong step. His body flashed between the courtyards, and each flash was a hundred meters away in an instant. He turned back steeply. His originally thin and dry body seemed to be injected with huge vitality. For a moment, his muscles and bones were ringing like popping beans.

The body of this old man, who is more than a hundred years old, suddenly became as tall and powerful as King Kong. Under the cracked pieces of clothes, the muscles of his whole body were knotted, and countless thick blue veins appeared on the surface of the skin, as if the roots of the thousand-year-old pine were all rolled upside down. The whole person seemed to be like time has gone back for decades and again. It was the most prosperous prime of his life.

After a series of changes, even the old man's facial features and seven orifices have become what he had when he was young. His skin was compact and bright, and his white hair turned into ink, looking like about 30 people.

With the drastic changes in the body of the Hongmen ancestor, a strong wind was set off on the ground in the whole courtyard, blowing all over the ground. For a moment, the light alternated between light and dark, and the lights were mottled, as if in a storm, a strong sense of crisis rose in an instant.

At this time, I don't know when Hongmen Laozu's hand has a golden spear, more than two feet long snow-bright gun head, the whole body is golden, as if it is cast in gold, but the texture is delicate, but it looks like a circle of wood grain, from top to bottom, one after another, like a human body. As soon as the dense and messy vascular meridians entered the eye, this big gun emitted a strong spiritual surname and vigorous vitality.

However, all these changes only happened in a blink of an eye. The ancestor of Hongmen looked at the sky and roared. Before his voice landed, he suddenly turned around in a hurry. A long gun danced like a golden snake, and the snowy head trembled violently. In an instant, hundreds of arcs were drawn in the air behind him.

Each arc is wrong **, overlapping and overlapping, each has its own posture, some are arrogant, one step away, like the stars running, rotating around the sky, and some are like tired birds throwing into the forest, and the arc-shaped cold light shrinks sharply into a black spot. However, the ancestor of Hongmen was finally forced by Wang Chan's sword light and showed his means in advance.

As soon as he took action, it was like a thousand pear blossoms. Hundreds of gun shadows between his hands sneered through the air, and his upper body suddenly turned around. This move is the "back-horse gun" that has killed countless people on the battlefield since ancient times.

In a flash, countless gun shadows converged at one point, facing the white light that was stinging, and only tinkling in his ears... A series of dense impact sounds, like night rain bananas, and like big beads and small beads falling on the jade plate. At two branches, the ancestor of Hongmen stepped back dozens of steps away, although his mouth was also panting. Xi, but he also picked up Wang Chan's sword.

And the big gun in his hand was made of something. It was suddenly twisted by the sword light. Not only was it not broken, but on the gun body, the treasure light flowed, and even a scar could not be seen all over the body. Obviously, it is also a treasure with a great origin!

"No wonder I dare to stay alone and wait for me, but I was well prepared. What a big gun can be cut without fear of flying swords!"

At the same time, Wang Chan, who was a few miles away, suddenly opened his eyes in the night and stood up from a gazebo in Jingshan Park. He looked up to the bright moon in the sky and slowly exhaled, with a slightly surprised look in his eyes.

During the day, he took his anger on Lin Zhenshan and others in order to release a flying sword to kill people in the dead of night. Although he had long known in his heart that the Lin family would never be ready to be killed and would be prepared, he did not expect that at this time, the family would still have such a card that had not been revealed.

Although Wang Chan is not a real sword fairy, Taibai Jianwan is very strange. The master who can stop his serial assassinations is at least a role like a dragon Taoist and Xu Changchun. He has a powerful magic power on his body, and this man obviously practices the kung fu of a big gun. He is fierce and murderous. He sacrificed the gun and collided with his own flying sword. Under the traction of the air machine, Wang Chan felt a very familiar breath in this person's body.

The night is getting darker and darker...

The whole Jingshan Park fell into a silence inside and outside. Except for the brilliant lights in the distance, there was a bright cold moon mixed in the dark.

Suddenly, a dark cloud floated above my head, covering the moonlight all over the sky.

The whole city was shrouded in darkness, and then the flat wind rose and rolled up into the sky like a spin. As Wang Chan's words fell to the ground, the whole world was suddenly killing, and a faint fog filled. The temperature suddenly dropped to the freezing point.

"It's also the way of soldiers. I didn't expect that in addition to me alone, there are still people in the world who continue to kill this way. Now it will be completely broken at that time. Let me see what a great master this is!"

Wang Chan exhaled slowly, and his breath was long, as if there was no end. Looking at the light of the Lin family from a distance, he suddenly smiled, and his eyes slowly narrowed into a thin line. In the darkness, a cold light as bright as a sword suddenly burst out, shooting straight out of his eyes.

This time, it was not his eyes shining and turned into a searchlight, but at this time, his essence gathered, his whole body's veins were boiling, and the sword spirit surged, and naturally poured out a little from his eyes, such as a sword, penetrating the darkness.

Dark clouds cover the moon, and the wind is high. With a blood of luck, the whole body is boiling, which is the reason why Wang Chan has a must-kill belief in his heart.

The next moment, he jumped down on the top of Jingshan Mountain, wrapped in white light outside, and only a ray of light was projected into the vast darkness in front of him like a meteor.

At the same time, Wang Chan moved here. Hong Tianjing, the ancestor of Hongmen in the Lin family's mansion, also stood in place and waited quietly. At this time, it was already the third watch. The night was dark, and the sky in the distance was gloomy, but this could not stop his eyes at all.

His pupils gradually shrank, like the tip of a needle. With a sudden flash in the middle, a meteor appeared in an instant, which was passing through the low sky and swaying to the ground.

The speed of this meteor is really fast. As soon as Hong Tianjing saw a flash of light in his eyes, he then crossed the sky and came through the sky. In front of him, a figure of Wang Chan appeared in a dim white light.

"Who are you? I'm afraid it's not a day or two to deal with me, right? If you can prepare the black dog blood, you can choose to cut off the Lin family at this time. You are so bold! However, with the big gun in your hand, it's really worth my delay for you.

Wang Chan's body was wrapped in the sword light. He suddenly stopped and stretched out his hand. There was a white light in the sky in the distance. It galloped over and fell into his hand. His sword light had just been shot back by Hong Tianjing, and he was picked more than a hundred times in an instant. Then he was picked up to the sky and lost his target for a while and couldn't fall down.

However, this is also the reason why Wang Chan did not continue to urge in the distance. Just like what he just said, Hong Tianjing has a small magical power. Wang Chan is not sure enough to take him down just by means of holding the sword in the air.

"Wang Chan, you are really awesome. In my life, I am one of the best masters of all the people I have ever seen. The sword is integrated, and the sword flying in the sky. The sword fairy who can do this kind of thing is only one or two people all over the world. No wonder even the old monster of the dragon Taoist can be killed by you. However, in today's battle, I will try my best to stop you, just for peace of mind. If you can't finish this matter before dawn, you need to promise me, let the Lin family go, and go away!"

Hong Tianjing looked at Wang Chan, who was hanging in mid-air, and an incomparable fanaticism surged in his eyes in an instant. The muscles and muscles all over his body suddenly moved, and the eight guns in his hand gradually seemed to be alive. The gun body murmured and buzzed.

So, all the sounds around stopped at this time, and the smell in the Lin family's mansion was like solidified cement.

"Oh? You are loyal and righteous!" The cold light bursting out in Wang Chan's eyes was even colder, and he looked down at Hong Tianjing condescendingly: "Although there are many masters in this world, once they break out by your means, they will definitely shine brilliantly. Listening to what you just said, the Lin family has all gone. It seems that there are still masters guarding here... Count the best? That's what makes you feel at ease? Well, let me kill you and make a more beautiful journey for me!"

When Hong Tianjing heard the words, he suddenly took a big step forward and burst into laughter from his mouth. He laughed heartbreakingly without any scruples. His huge voice went up to nine days. In the dark capital in the late night, he sounded like thunder, and he didn't know how many dreamers he woke up.

Unbridled! The pride is so high!

As the ancestor of the overseas Hongmen, Hong Tianjing has rebelled against the Qing Dynasty and rebelled. I don't know how many magnificent past events he has experienced in his life. If he hadn't been all over the world and heroic, he wouldn't have lived to the present.

"Then just let it go and see if it's you or me today! But are you going to fight with me like this? Hong Tianjing raised his eyes and looked at Wang Chan, who was motionless above his head. His eyes flashed strangely, and he didn't know what he was thinking at this time.

His eyes quickly brushed his feet and saw dozens of big men sitting cross-legged in the courtyards of the Lin family's mansion. Wang Chan frowned slightly. In his eyes, these people are just stronger than ordinary people, and their qi and blood are more vigorous. Although they are also trained, they do not pose any threat to themselves at all.

But in this case, why did the Lin family put so many people here? Can't they die?

"People who are dying, how can there be so much nonsense? What are these people doing here? Although I don't want to kill ordinary people, once it rises, accidental injury is inevitable. Wang Chan snorted: "I can see that they are all good at playing with guns. Do you think that idle firearms can deal with people like you and me?"

"If you can't deal with it, you have to try again." Hong Tianjing looked up to the sky and laughed three times, and then suddenly closed his mouth and was silent.

At the moment of closing his mouth, Hong Tianjing's footsteps suddenly stamped on the ground, and his two thighs stepped on the ground very quickly. His body was like a swallow cutting water. He swept up on the ground and clamped the gun. The golden gun more than eight feet long suddenly rolled all over the air, and a dragon flew out like a dragon.

The gun is fierce, which is unprecedented.

A shot was fired, and the barrel of the gun shook, like a dragon flying nine days. Suddenly, the head of the gun nodded, and the sound of snoring in the electric flints, bursting the atmosphere, banging... Just as soon as he sent forward and raised the fire to burn the sky, there was a series of sounds like firecrackers all over the ears on the fifteenth day of the first lunar month.

At the same time, the hurricane was turbulent and full of energy, and the gas on the gun seemed to be alive. One by one, there was a straight hollow sound, and the earth was thunder. Only this shot was fired, and the glass of many houses in all directions. The lamps broke one after another, and the light in the field suddenly dimmed.

"Good shooting! This is Yue's gun, right?"

Hong Tianjing's shooting is so fast and fierce that it is simply beyond anyone's imagination. The big gun flies in the sky, with only a flash in the air, and in a blink of an eye, it came under Wang Chan's eyes. With Wang Chan's eyesight at this time, he only saw a little cold light flying in front of him. After thinking about it, there was a cold air in front of him. He didn't even have time to move in mid-air. The people of the ancestor of Hongmen had jumped into the sky and made his fatal blow.

The dragon is in the sky, and the soul is broken!

But just under Wang Chan's mouth, the whole space seemed to stop suddenly, and even the gun paused for a moment.

At the same time, Wang Chan stood in the air. I don't know when the index finger of his right hand had slowly poked out of the sword light outside his body and pressed it down, facing the head of the gun that Hong Tianjing stabbed fiercely.

Time, time seems to have stopped!

The big gun body in the hands of Hongmen's ancestor was fiercely stabbed. When he encountered a block, he could not move forward even a trace. The straight gun body suddenly completed the half-moon bow, and one of Wang Chan's fingers was as red as jade, crystal clear, but there was not even a scratch.

(to be continued)