Chapter 288 Breakdown

The big gun in Hong Tianjing's hand was more than eight feet long. At this time, he was pressed on the tip of the gun by Wang Chan with one finger, bent like a bow, but he could not move forward at all. However, this Hongmen ancestor was not easy. Seeing that the gun was blocked, he did not show any surprised expression on his face. He just snorted coldly and suddenly let go of his hand holding the gun.

Suddenly, the big gun shook, and the curved body rebounded back steeply, just like a golden dragon jumping out of the sea of clouds. The tail of the gun trembled and buzzed, bursting the air along the way, knocking down the Tianling cover close to Wang Chan.

I don't know the origin of the big gun in Hong Tianjing's hand. Not only is the material rare, but I'm not afraid of Wang Chanfei's sword cutting, and the lines on the gun are like human blood. As soon as they dance, layers of golden brilliance immediately penetrate out from the inside of the gun body, and the energy is soaring. The strength of this rebound is a little more powerful than the previous Hong Tianjing Feilong's attack in the sky.

If he really wants to be hit by him firmly on the Tianling cover, even if there is a Taibai sword ball outside Wang Zen's body to protect his body, his body is strong and inexplicable, I'm afraid he can't easily resist it, and his iron head will be smashed into a rotten watermelon. Moreover, the body of this big gun has its own strangeness. Layers of yellow light are as heavy as mountains, and no external or internal can be blocked.

This ancestor of Hongmen has practiced Yue's gun. From ancient times to the present, he has been known as the "king of the gun". Since then, he has obtained a magic power, which is also a soldier's killing method that has been lost for a long time. Moreover, when this man takes action, he takes his life, his momentum is domineering, and his gun spirit is straight. It seems that there has been a little bit of Yue Wumu's horizontal gun in those years. The mountains and rivers of Wei Han's family shocked the world and weeping ghosts and gods.

Wang Chan himself is also practicing the way of soldiers. He has been practicing guns since he was a child. Of course, he deeply understands that once the guns of the soldiers are practiced to the extreme, it is a great killing move, and the gun will come out. It is the real art of stepping on the world and sweeping the universe. In terms of the murderous spirit alone, even the sword fairy skill, which is known as the first in the Taoist sect, can't be compared with it.

"Good gun! It turned out to be a gun body made of six dragon wood, but I don't think your spirit can be combined with the essence in the body of this big gun. There is still some reluctance between the guns. Obviously, it is far from entering the realm of human and gun integration, but it is a pity to fall into your hands. Why don't you send it to me? I can carry it forward for you.

What kind of cultivation is Wang Chan? As soon as the inner elixir was completed, he was reborn. With just a fight, he figured out most of the strength and cultivation of Hongmen's ancestors. He spoke in his mouth, but the other hand had caught the top of his head at some time.

It seems that Hong Tianjing had expected this move for a long time. Wang Chan's hand grabbed it forward and didn't look at it. He almost grabbed the tail of the big gun that was knocked down. But this time he was not as easy as before. Between the five fingers, there was a thick and pure blood light from the lower arm. Obviously, it has run the magic power of the seven-killing blood knife to the extreme.

Although the ability of the ancestor of Hongmen is not enough to threaten Wang Chan now, the big gun in his hand is extremely powerful. The combination of the two can immediately exert unparalleled power. Therefore, Wang Chan did not dare to be careless.

Sure enough, he hit hard in both times, and there seemed to be sparks flashing in the palm of his hand. Wang Chan's whole body was hit by this blow from the sky to the ground. Fortunately, he now pressed the tip of the gun with one finger and grabbed the tail of the gun with one hand. Hong Tianjing's big gun was about to change hands in an instant.

However, up to now, Hong Tianjing has not retreated. He grabbed the gun with one hand and rushed to his arms. He put his tongue on his forehead and exhaled, ah! With a roar, he immediately shook the gun body like a full moon in his hand, and the golden light overflowed and cracked the air. At the same time, Wang Chan, who was facing him with a big gun in the forehand, suddenly felt that on the gun body, there was a sudden change, and an boundless powerful tide rushed over.

"The power of the separation, the golden snake and arrow!"

His feet sank, like a thousand catties. Wang Chan was about to make a move and removed all the strength of the gun, but he saw Hong Tianjing on the opposite side. His face was red at this time, as if he were dripping blood. Unexpectedly, he put his hands on the gun and pulled it fiercely, but he regarded Wang Chanzhen as a big bow, with the big gun in his hand as the string. The strength all over his body condensed into an arrow, suddenly released and shot out.

In an instant, within a distance of less than five feet between the two, the air seemed to be torn open a straight crack, like an arrow, straight to Wang Chan's heart.

This is the box bottom stunt "Golden Snake Arrow" that Hongmen Laozu has been practicing for a hundred years. It is applied to the gun made of dragon wood with the essence of the whole body, and turns into an invisible arrow. The speed is extremely fast, surpassing the speed of sound, and the touch is about to explode. Close at hand, the lethality is more terrible than anything else.

Although the moves of the ancestor of Hongmen are not like those magical masters Wang Chan met before, he is a thunderbolt and lightning, and the sword spirit is boundless, but after abandoning these external things, his shooting techniques are even more horrible. The moves are all must-kill. There is no tricks, and the gun is condensed, just for killing people. And this is also the horror of the way of soldiers since ancient times. Hong Tianjing is more than a hundred years old and has become an elite. Obviously, he is deeply impressed by the samadhi, and his one-handed marksmanship has been practiced by him to an unpredictable level.

"Guns!"

Wang Chan suddenly loosened one hand and took back the finger pressed on the head of the gun. At that time, the gun body rebounded back again. It turned out to be a gourd. The wind was stirring, and the big gun was dancing, but this time it was changed to Wang Chan.

The gun body rebounded, and the yellow light flashed. It was hitting a "golden snake arrow" exerted by Hong Tianjing's dedication. The two sides intersected, and the air was shining, with a loud bang. A strong wind rolled up in the whole yard, and it gradually passed away after a long time.

The eight long guns uploaded a high-pitched dragon Yin. The place where it was hit head-on by the golden snake arrow of the ancestor of Hongmen, countless golden light spots burst out in an instant. The next moment, the whole big gun fell into Wang Chan's hand, as if it had come to life. After the gun was moved, a golden light was stung from the ribs of his back. !

Su Qin's sword!

White ape presents fruit!

One move and two styles, fluttering, the gun's head trembled, and only sent forward. After a dragon sang, the snowy gun tip more than two feet long had been in and out of Hong Tianjing's body several times in an instant, opening three bowl-sized blood holes on the shoulder of the Hongmen ancestor.

Wang Chan's ability to use a gun is actually above his boxing. In the past, when I was on Hutouling, I practiced with a four- or five-meter-long black wooden pole. With a shake of my hand, I could shake out more than a dozen bowls of gunshots. Although there was no gun head, a pole could blow up more than a dozen holes in the hard thousand-year-year-old tree.

In order to practice this big gun, I don't know how many trees were stabbed by him on Hutouling. How many bald mountains have been made?

At this time, he shot in his hand, instinctively poked forward, and immediately emptied a move. Hong Tianjing, who had not had time to react, poked a hole in his body, and half of his body was broken and smashed.

This is still his magic power. In his busy schedule, he shrank his neck and hid his head, sucked into his abdomen in one breath, stuck his front chest and back together, and twisted half a step to the side desperately. Otherwise, Wang Chan's two moves and the last shot of the "white ape sacrifice", but the opposite was his head, throat and front heart, and he died with just a stroke. Yes.

How can it be like now, screaming in the sky, half of the body is spraying blood like a spring, and the whole person is like a blood man.

However, although Hong Tianjing's martial arts magic power has been completely defeated by Wang Chan and is not able to fight against him, he is also prepared for a long time. His huge body was born and hit back. He just got out of Wang Chan's big gun. When he turned around, he shouted, "The wind and water rises, and the gossip is open!"

Rolling fiercely on the ground, Hong Tianjing's cry was like a fierce ghost in the middle of the night. Before he finished speaking, he only heard a roar in all directions. The courtyard walls connected to this side in the surrounding courtyard collapsed one after another, raising smoke and dust.

Hundreds of big men rushed out of the smoke and dust, one by one like a demon, their eyes were dull, and they only walked around the fixed direction for a while. At the same time, under the ground under Wang Chan's feet, also appeared from south to north, and long symbols appeared one by one, and the figures walking on the ground, intertwined into a land covering an area of several mu. The array of soldiers is like gossip, with life, injury, rest, Du, scenery, death, shock, and opening in all directions.

As countless figures move, the smoke and dust are permeated, and the formations are constantly evolving and derived. The evil spirit is faint and the wind is gust.

The ancestor of Hongmen rolled into the middle of the array. As soon as he stood up, he vomited a few mouthfuls of blood. His face was pale and sallow. In the blink of an eye, he was still young just now. At this time, he had returned to his original state. His white hair and white eyebrows and skin were like chicken skin. He stood in place and shook, as if he had even his waist. I can't stand straight.

"Wang Chan, you are really powerful... The magic power of shooting is much higher than me, but do you dare to break into my eight arrays of Wuhou...?"

At the corners of his eyes and eyebrows, there were ticking blood dripping from his facial features and seven orifices. At this time, the ancestor of Hongmen was like a fierce ghost who had just climbed out of hell. He broke up the bun on his head, spread his head, and laughed strangely. Unexpectedly, he didn't know where to find a sword, step by step, and killed one bite. The blood of the mouth sprayed the essence in his body on the sword in his hand, and then stretched out his hand and pointed forward.

Hundreds of big men in all directions suddenly shouted together, pulled off their clothes, and exposed the strange rune full of cinnabar on the back of the front chest and back. Standing up, the wind was strong in the whole Lin family's mansion, and the wind was gusts. The yellow sand, smoke and dust rolled up on the flat ground, and the ground were overwhelming. The house was all shrouded in.

"Do you still know how to set up soldiers?" Wang Chan was holding the big gun in his hand and was happy in his heart. After a blink of an eye, he felt that the sky was dark, and his eyes were blank. He only faintly saw that the shadows were shaking in all directions, and the dust and clouds were growing. He frowned and stretched out his hand and waved more than a dozen swords, but without exception. In the air, those chaotic figures seemed to be It's all illusory.

Although Wang Chan practiced the "Arctic Beidou Ziwei Sutra" and inherited several magical powers of soldiers, he was not very familiar with the array of soldiers. He only knew that this soldier's formation should be generated by the vitality of soldiers. The changes endlessly. The more people there are, the more the murderous the more powerful it is. In the ancient battlefield, hundreds of thousands of people stood in a regiment, and the two sides laid a position. Once they rushed together, it was really murderous, straight up to the sky, and the gods and ghosts were easy.

The most famous way in history is that Zhuge Wuhou laid eight arrays in the fish belly in the Three Kingdoms, so as to trap hundreds of thousands of soldiers in the Eastern Wu Dynasty. I didn't expect that this Hongmen ancestor still had such a magical power that he could set up a position in advance and wait for himself to take the bait.

However, even so, Wang Chan was trapped in the battle, and there was no fear in his heart except for a little surprise at the beginning.

Hong Tianjing said that this situation is "Wuhou's eight array map", but in fact, it is just a gossip array, which is notible. It is just a simple deduction and evolution from the legendary eight array map. The power is naturally different from the original version, which is not the same.

Suddenly saw that Hong Tianjing was spreading his head, holding a sword in his hand, and fighting. Wang Chan did not move under his feet and stretched out his hand. There were two white lights outside his body immediately. The two dragons strangled him like water. Unfortunately, the sword light had just been released. Hong Tianjing, opposite him, pointed with his sword from a distance. In an instant, the yellow wind permeated, and the whole array The shape changed again in an instant, and the whole person disappeared.

Then, the fire flashed on all sides, and the gunfire was loud. For a moment, I didn't know how many guns fired at Wang Chan at the same time. Hit Wang Chan directly beside him, bang bang... dense as rain, full of holes in the ground.

Wang Chan did not move in place, and two white sword balls turned around him sharply, but bullets came, but the white light flashed and immediately turned into pieces. Although it was not inconvenient for a while, he also knew the strength of this situation. Let's not say that the gossip array has its own magic. It can raise the wind and fog, and the illusion becomes the enemy. Even if Hong Tianjing mixed in modern weapons, it is also a kind of extreme fantasy.

These big men who keep running outside and have runes on their bodies have obviously been controlled by people, but these people's instincts have not been lost. Everyone has a pistol in their hands. With the position, they fired indiscriminately. If it hadn't been for Wang Chan's here, I'm afraid that anyone in the world would have been beaten into a horse in the face. Like a honeycomb.

At this point, although the martial arts magic power of the Hongmen ancestor is similar to that of the Dragon Taoist, once the two fight for their lives, Wang Chan dares to assert that it must be Hong Tianjing who survived in the end.

"It's no wonder you dare to stay alone and deal with me! But I have been prepared for a long time! With such a position, I'm afraid that there will be no small number of human and material resources. The Lin family can risk everything for me alone!!"

In it, Wang Chan kept his mind tightly, and then he knew the strength of the soldiers. However, Wang Chan is still responsible for the magic power of the military family. Although he has not encountered it before, he has always changed from his sect, and there is always a vein between the way of the soldiers.

At that time, the line of the soldier's family was interrupted by Yue Wumu. Although the magic power was nowhere to be traced, he also left a Posthumous Letter of King Yue Wumu, which was compiled and collected by his descendants, which contained the secret military tactics and shooting skills of King Yue.

Later, Ji Jike, a boxing master at the time of the Ming and Qing Dynasties, accidentally found half of the suicide note in a broken temple in Zhongnan Mountain. Because there were many lost places in it, it was not complete, so Ji Jike created the famous [***] big gun and heart [***] boxing in later generations, that is, the current shape. The originator of the fist.

It's just that after hundreds of years of continuous evolution, these things have long been reborn and lost the original appearance of Yue Wang's gun skills and military tactics. Wang Chan also practiced Xingyi boxing for a period of time, but he could not restore the true meaning of those years.

As for Hong Tianjing's ability, he also had an adventure when he was young. He also got the half of the "Wu Mu's suicide note" that Ji Ji could not get at the beginning in Zhongnan Mountain. After studying for a hundred years, he deeply understands this way and trained into Yue Wang's gun, can arrange troops, and can make wind and sand illusions.

Wang Chan's mind turned his mind, and suddenly the situation changed again in the array. Seeing Wang Chan standing still, Hong Tianjing waved his hand and suddenly. Countless sand and stones gathered together to turn into a huge python. The hill was also like a snake array, croaking, croaking, lowering his head and rushing down.

"There is no way to misfortune and fortune, only people call themselves. The reward of good and evil is like a shadow! My idealism, all kinds of things in front of me, like Monroe's bubbles, are all illusions. Why don't you disperse with me quickly!"

Wang Chan sneered and suddenly looked at the sky and drank. The two sword lights outside him immediately turned into a white rainbow and flew high into the sky, spinning all over the sky, and the tail swept, like a round moon. Where the white light shines, the sand and dust fell one after another. Then, Wang Chan raised his hand and waved his hand, and the eight long guns in his hand also danced like flying. The wind was strong, and the mountain called the tsunami. Generally, it rushes around, and it is also a flash of yellow light, and the wind stops in all directions.

The first killing of the soldier's skill, whether it is magic power or formation, the ultimate purpose is to kill all sentient beings to kill and stop killing. However, the soldiers are mostly few, gathering sand into towers, and the effect of the exercise. If it is not a real hundred-war lion with masters sitting in the town, most of the array is also all illusions, and it can't be confused at all. With Wang Chan, he is as determined as a fierce man as an iron stone.

If you are not confused and angry, you will be invincible first. Then, with the method of using the sword, the truth is sacrificed. Wherever the sword light goes, the natural wind stops and the fog disperses, and everything returns to its original state.

From this, in the gossip array, the wind was useless, the yellow sand fell to the ground, and the illusory python snake also dispersed.

"How can you see the beauty of my formation?" The ancestor of Hongmen lost his face, and there were eight methods of soldiers, and the array of snakes. Without the help of dust and wind, the snakes naturally could not condense.

"The method of military formation varies from time to time. It is basically in people but not in battle. If it is not used by veterans in the battlefield for you, this battle is just a fancy. Although these people around you are all selected by the army, they are not as good as the past. These people have more than blood and qi, lack of evil spirit, dull eyes, and don't know how to change. Bring them to array, and the living creatures will become dead!"

Wang Chan laughed and stretched out his hand, and the moon was scattered like water.

"The sword spirit is like a rainbow, like a current wave!" Seeing this, the ancestor of Hongmen was shocked and immediately rolled over and rolled into a group of big men beside him. However, Wang Chan's sword did not come specifically to him. Between the differentiation of the sword light, two Taibai sword balls turned into countless white lights. He sneered and shot down, and immediately killed more than half of the No. 100 men used by Hong Tianjing to array.

(to be continued)