Chapter 295 Tiang Beidou Zhong

"With the spirit of stars to kill people in weapons, I didn't expect that there were such strange skills in the soldiers! If you can't say it, you have to compete again. Let's see where you're going this time.

Sun Taizhen was just shocked by Wang Chan's gunmanship in a cold sweat and left without looking back. Unexpectedly, he met a group of dragon gate sword fairies who were besieged on the way. They always have some contact with each other. Naturally, they are not strange. The two sides only met and said a few simple words, and Sun Taizhen also turned back to kill them.

"Everyone, please be careful. This man's marksmanship has another inheritance and has the beauty of the soldier. Once you get close to him, you need to keep your mind. Don't be invaded by his evil spirit." After all, Sun Taizhen had just had a fight with Wang Chan. He knew the strength of his opponent. Before his companions did not take action, he warned him in advance.

Suddenly, the Taoist name and the Buddha's number sounded one after another. They had already stood in their respective positions. At the same time, they took a step forward. The six Longmen sword fairies circled with flying swords on their heads, emitting a strong white light, illuminating the inside and outside of the whole courtyard. At the same time, the six old monks of Shaolin Zen Buddhism turned over their sleeves. The magic weapon in his hand was revealed, but it was a magic wheel, a golden squid, a pestle, a wooden fish, a rosary and a golden ring with a thick duck egg.

These old monks with white eyebrows are obviously all Xu Changchun's teachers. They are also proficient in the magic power of Zen Buddhism. They also seem to take the way of close combat, just forming an alternating crossfire with the six old roads standing behind them. In addition, Sun Taizhen, who is a master of swordsmanship, kept spinning around the yard, condescending and paying close attention to all the changes of Wang Chan.

The siege pattern of Wang Chan has been quietly formed.

In the vast space outside the Baiyun Temple, Wang Chan also noticed the sound of neat and orderly footsteps. The military and police forces of the garrison in the capital undoubtedly began to gather secretly at this time, blocking all the water around the Baiyun Temple.

"Wang Chan, you are at the end of the road. Do you still want to resist?" Sun Taizhen's voice was sent to his ears. Although it was not big, it could make all the people inside and outside hear it very clearly, as if he whispered in everyone's ears: "The reason for today is the result of what he said. When you stopped killing with killing, did you ever think that one day would fall to this level today?"

"A group of native chickens and dogs, no matter how many people there are, what can they do? I thought you were all good people and oligarchy. Unexpectedly, for me alone, you were willing to be used by others and make a stand-out bird for others!"

Wang Chan sneered and didn't say much. Just one mouth, brush it! The strong white light rushed into the air, one left and one right, incandescent like electricity, and the sword light actually suppressed all the surrounding sword spirit.

In a moment, the field was in chaos, and the six old Taoist men of Longmen Wudang changed their color. However, although these people have a very high generation, the flying swords in their hands are also their own hard work. They have traveled all over the world, smelting hardware elites, and their own training can't be compared with Wang Chan's Taibai sword pills in quality. Moreover, these people's cultivation is also uneven. Most of them are not as good as the dead dragon Taoist people. They are still far away from the swordsmanship, so they can't have the same means to integrate swords into their bodies at night like Sun Taizhen.

At this time, Wang Chan actually spit out two sword lights from his mouth. At a glance, he knew that Wang Chan's two swords were extremely magical. They were actually sword pills that had been rare for hundreds of years. At present, his face naturally turned pale. Looking at each other, they all looked awe-inspiring, and the murderous spirit in their eyes was even heavier.

"The Shaolin is generous, come and ask for justice!" With a deep shout, the first to take action was the generous monk among the six old Zen monks. Although the monk was old and thin, his muscles and bones were as strong as iron. He shouted a word, and he didn't say much or talk nonsense. He only took a step forward. As the monk's robe fluttered, he had already taken the stairs, stepped more than three meters high, and stood on the same level as Wang Chan.

With a finger in the air, the airflow suddenly surged and the air tore. From the monk's fingertips, he shot a finger much stronger than any bullet. With a sneer, he broke the air and rippled layer after another between him and Wang Chan, and even the white ripples could be seen by ordinary people with the naked eye.

"Good job!" Wang Chan did not move. Only when the finger was close to his body, he grabbed it with a paw and crackled, as if he had crushed a cannonball in his hand. The old monk's kung fu magic power has obviously reached the realm, and he nodded casually. Both the momentum and power are much stronger than Zhu Kefu's "finger gun" who died under Wang Chan.

Unfortunately, with this alone, he was far from posed any threat to Wang Chan, and he pinched it as soon as he stretched out his hand.

But at the same time, Wang Chan also saw that the monk stepped into the air and stepped into the air, using the "step by step by step" in the Zen method of "step by step"! As soon as this move appeared, Wang Chan suddenly knew that the monk's kung fu was higher than that of Xu Changchun, which could not be underestimated. With a wave of his hand, the big gun shook, and the tip of the gun swept out.

Since Xu Changchun was crippled from Russia and transported back to Shaolin Temple, these old monks who have lived in seclusion in Songshan for decades have been practicing hard. In Xu Changchun's injuries, they have figure out Wang Chan's ability. This time, the six masters came out of Guanli Temple together, and they also felt that they could capture Wang Chan. I just didn't expect that after injuring Xu Changchun, Wang Chan condensed the inner elixir after a short period of time. The magic power of martial arts progressed so fast that it was a thousand miles a day.

Fortunately, in this action, it was not just their family. As soon as they arrived in the capital that night, they met six Longmen sword fairies who also came to seek revenge on the road, and they were not afraid of Wang Chan's demon-like ability.

And all these monks have the magic power of the Buddha's arhat. They are superb in cultivation and have a perfect soul. They have cultivated the heavenly eyes, ears, tongue, body and meaning. Their eyes are sharp and incomparable. As soon as they saw Wang Chan's understatement, he pinched his fingers and turned back and swept over with a shot. The gunlight was like electricity, and a line of cold light. When he came face to face, he suddenly realized in his heart that he knew that he was not the only one who could defeat him.

At the moment, one moved, the wind under his feet, and retreated. Sure enough, he saw Wang Chan's big gun poking out high. Although it fell in the empty place, a deep trench was also drawn by him on the ground at the tip of the gun.

"Luohan array!"

Following the generous monk taking the lead, the remaining five old monks also drank together. The tiger leaping and the wolf rushed forward and surrounded Wang Chan on the middle stone tablet in six directions. Each of them punched in the air. The standing time seemed to have sounded five Thunderbolts out of thin air, and the cool fist wind seemed to give all the air of the whole courtyard. It exploded, and the bluestone slabs on the ground flew up one after another, overwhelming and crashing over.

Wang Chan didn't expect that the six old monks didn't say a word, so they besieged him together. They had to turn over and shoot again. They danced straight and the pear blossoms rolled through the wind and rain. They just met the flying slate and cut it into pieces.

"What are you still standing for? If you don't do it yet!"

Sun Taizhen, who was in mid-air, was stunned for a moment and saw that Wang Chan had been surrounded by six monks of Zen Buddhism. He shouted loudly and instinctively felt that this might be an opportunity. With one finger, he sacrificed the flying sword.

Sun Taizhen's flying sword originally had two mouths, one blue and one purple. They were all treasures of the palace in the Qingyang Palace in Qingcheng Mountain. They were mysterious, but now he sacrificed his sword to attack Wang Chan, but he only released the blue light, and the remaining purple light still surrounded his body. Unexpectedly, he did not dare to be careless at all at this time.

It turned out that since he was shocked by Wang Chan's two shots in a row, Sun Taizhen also kept recalling the process of fighting with Wang Chan during this period of time. He knew that Wang Chan now had a flying sword and a big gun nearby. He started to attack from afar and take advantage of him alone. No one in the world should take advantage of him. So this time he made a comeback, he was careful and didn't want to be entangled by Wang Chan again.

It's just that Wang Chan is powerful. Fortunately, this time, Longmen Wudang and Shaolin Zen have done their best to compete with Wang Chan in two places near and far. In general, it is also called Sun Taixin to settle down a lot. He can separate a flying sword to defend himself at any time, so as not to repeat the same mistakes. However, these monks and Taoist priests have fought with Wang Chan for the first time. They don't know the horror of their opponents. I'm afraid it's time to completely defeat Wang Chan.

Now, although Wang Chan has been trapped here, but in the end, no one can guarantee the result. Once there is a war, which side shows a trace of flaws, it is easy for Wang Chan to leave. Because of this, Sun Taizhen wanders in the air all the time, just in case. When Wang Chan breaks through the siege, Stop his way.

Hong Tianjing is Sun Taizhen's only younger brother. More than a hundred years of friendship can't be seen through. This time, he was ruthless and had a murderous opportunity that he had not had for many years. There was a momentum to fight desperately with Wang Chanyu.

"You are all looking for death!" Wang Chan didn't care what others thought. When he saw that the monks of Zen Buddhism were aggressive, they had planted arhat arrays around him. Six flying swords in the distance were running and ready to go. Sun Taizhen also stabbed down with a sword at the head, but he only felt that he was in his arms.

Oh! A white light, delicate like a dragon, rushed to the top of his head, circled around, facing Sun Taizhen's flying sword, and immediately fought happily. At this time, the six dragon gate sword immortals in the distance also hurriedly pinched their sword fingers, pointed forward, ssing white light, and plundering. Obviously, they did not expect that Wang Chan dared to take the initiative to attack in such an absolutely disadvantaged situation and was stunned.

Wang Chan was stabbed by seven flying swords, and the Liquan gun in his hand shook repeatedly. The tip of the gun jumped in the air, as if the golden chicken nodded randomly, crack! The pumping air burst, only protecting all the body from the wind and rain. Between the guns and swords, in the blink of an eye, it collided one hundred and thirty times in a row.

Six old people saw the flying swords and jumping pills in the air, like the wind, but they couldn't help Wang Chan alone. They couldn't help looking at each other and felt that they were extremely incredible. After they were refined into flying swords, they were in troubled times and had killed many people. At the beginning of the war, it was said that in order to plunder resources, I sent troops to search for Wudang Mountain more than once. These six old roads took advantage of the night to sacrifice flying swords, and three or four hundred heads landed in an instant.

Among them, there is also a swordsman, who may resist a move and a half, but then the sword destroys people. There has never been anyone like Wang Chan who can block all the swords of his six people with only one big gun.

At this time, the six Zen monks who were closer to Wang Chan were also set up around the stone tablet. Wang Chan glanced at a glance and saw that the magic weapons in the hands of the six monks were all burning golden light, but he only sat cross-legged on the ground and recited the truth of the scriptures. He didn't move. He couldn't help but feel strange in his heart: "It is said that the arhat array of Shaolin Temple should be at least 18 people. How can these six monks be laid down? Is there any magic power in his body? Is there any difference from the ordinary? I don't know how it compares with Hong Tianjing's gossip array?

However, this idea also turned in his mind and ignored it. Sun Taizhen, who had been hovering on his head, exuded a very uncomfortable atmosphere all over his body. It's like two fierce beasts that meet on a narrow road. One mountain can't tolerate two tigers. This is due to instinctive rejection, especially Wang Chan, a person who has cultivated the magical power of soldiers, but is full of seeking Taoism. The feeling in his heart is the most obvious.

Like a awn in the back, like a eagle in the throat!!

"Sword in the gun!"

Sun Taizhen has never tried his best. Seeing that Wang Chan divided a Taibai sword pill to fight with him, the swordsmanship was also extremely exquisite. Even his own cultivation, it was very difficult to break through. It was expected that only when he tried his best to control the combination of two swords could he pose a sufficient threat to Wang Chan. Just to find an opportunity to use a killing move, break Wang Chan's big gun, create an opportunity for his accomplices, and then gather everyone's strength to capture and kill him in one fell swoop. But at this moment, he suddenly saw a white rainbow flashing on Wang Chan's big gun. At this time, he suddenly lifted his heart to his throat fiercely.

Although the way of soldiers has been passed down for a long time, Sun Taizhen, as a sword fairy in Shushan, is also familiar with the magic power of this vein. In ancient times, great generals led the army to fight, and almost everyone had a hidden hand of killing, either a gun, or a hand. It has been passed down for thousands of years. It has always been a unique skill of killing people and turning defeat into victory.

Among them, there is also Wang Chan's "sword in the gun", which is the most unpredictable.

Remembering that when I was young, I was in Qingyang Palace with Hong Tianjing, when I saw my master's swordsman instructing Hong Tianjing to practice Yue Wang's shooting skills, I once said to him: "The way of soldiers lies in clever calculation, and it pays attention to the ability to win thousands of miles away. It's a pity that your Yue Wumu's suicide note is scattered with too much content. There is no military letter strategy, and it is far from the orthodox direct descendant of the military family. However, Prince Yue's guns and guns take his life. With this journey alone, he can also fight against anyone. But the world is so big, crouching tigers and hiding dragons. There are only two kinds of people who must be careful. One is the sword fairy swordsman who is refined into a flying sword, who can transport swords through the air and kill people invisibly. On the other hand, he has also practiced soldiers' gun skills. The former is fine. If you have a Liquan gun, you are not afraid of flying swords, and the latter, even if the magic gun is in hand, you must be careful. In case that person gets the true biography of the soldier, you will definitely die. It's good to stab with a flying sword to block it, but the soldier's big gun, close hand-to-body combat, the power is endless. Once the man practices the soldier's killing method, he has the ability to add a whip to the gun and hold the sword in the gun, it will be too late. Fortunately, the soldier's killing method has been extinct from the king of Yue. I have never heard of anyone inherit it for hundreds of years. Presumably, there is only half of your scriptures left in the world that can still have something to do with the soldier.

"These words are still in my ears, but I don't expect that the old master was a saying of words in those years. Brother Hong really died under the descendants of the military family. This Wang Chan can really hold a sword with a gun! And his sword is still a sword fairy flying sword!" In an instant, Mrs. Sun sincerely remembered the past one by one like a movie.

"Dead!" With a loud roar, it was thundering all over the sky, and the whole white cloud view trembled slightly. Wang Chan shook the gun and crackled! Have a crack! The shadows of guns all over the sky make up for the void. Countless guns are white and full of white gas. They are facing the six flying swords in front of the upper body. The infinite force on the Liquan gun suddenly bursts out. At that time, he smashed those sword lights one by one. Among them, the power is slightly worse, and it can't be controlled at all. In just a blink of an eye, there are two mouthfuls. The flying sword fell directly to the ground with a bang.

Sun Tai was really shocked. How dare he continue to hide his clumsiness? He quickly pointed to the flying sword, and the purple light flashed outside his body. He immediately rushed down. The combination of the two swords forced Wang Chan's white sword pill to retreat repeatedly.

Wang Chan ignored it. He only roared, and the Liquan magic gun was fully launched. The man crouched like a tiger, and the gun was like a dragon rising to the sky. One shot was like a dragon and a tiger on a tall stone tablet. At the same time, he followed the head of his gun, and a faint cold light swam out like a snake with the body of the gun.

Silent, with a sword in the gun!

The six old Taoist masters of Longmen Wudang have also experienced a hundred battles. They are all masters of sword immortals. Suddenly, they took a step back together and withdrew dozens of meters away. They pinched the sword finger in one hand and transported the sword in the air, but the other hand pressed it between the lower abdomen and carried the inner breath.

At this time, he had to launch an attack and assassinate Wang Chan.

"Masters, hurry up!"

Sun Taizhen saw the six old-fashioned movements at a glance and knew that it was not good in his heart. These monks and Taoist priests have fought with each other for hundreds of years. The sect battle has gone deep into the bone marrow and cannot be erased. Therefore, even if they join hands to deal with the same enemy, there must be some people who do not work hard and secretly grind foreign workers. I want to watch other people's jokes.

In fact, even Sun Taizhen himself did not have the idea of preserving his strength and waiting for change at the beginning of the war.

There is no doubt that it's too late for Mrs. Sun to remind him.

Ah...!

Ah............!

I saw the cold light flashing in the flat ground one after another, and my words were still echoing in my mouth. I heard two screams from below. Sun Taizhen immediately knew that there were only four swords left at this time.

"Hey! If we can't work together, no matter how many people there are, it's useless. It's not as good as me and Wang Chan alone!" Sun Tai sincerely sighed that if these twelve masters of Shaolin Wudang could be the same as himself, without scruples and did not suspect each other in their hearts. Now it is Wang Chan who is afraid of death.

The two old Taos of poor Longmen Wudang were not checked for a while, but they were still killed. Wang Chan secretly released Taibai Sword Pills by the means of "sword in the gun", and the waist was cut into four pieces in one breath. The internal organs, large intestines and small intestines flowed out on the spot. Blood splashed and flowed everywhere, and it was hard to survive.

(to be continued)