Chapter 112 Amazing Shot

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The long gun is more than ten feet long, and the whole body is red. The surface is engraved with dense spiral lines, and a trace of lightning-like fireworks wanders between the lines, emitting a scorching temperature. What is particularly eye-catching is that the head of this long gun is as bright as a star, and wisps of white flame dance gently on the head of the gun. Gun celebrities, a top-quality spiritual weapon! There are only two top-quality spiritual weapons in Zhang Yan's storage bag, and the Liuyan gun is one of them.

As soon as Liu Yan's gun appeared, a horrible breath that made people tremble from the bottom of their hearts burst out, instantly filling the whole ring.

The ten-foot-long bright feather knife suddenly paused in mid-air, and then the lightning flashed back. Ye Xuanshi's eyes condensed and withdrew the clear feather knife. His face was a little appalled. Is it a top-grade spiritual weapon?

"The best spiritual weapon!" The crowd burst into exclaim and looked at the ring with a disbelief. The Liu Yan gun was like a fire dragon, and the surging spirit emanating all over the body was obviously one level higher than the clear feather knife.

Where did his outer disciple in the middle of the foundation come from? The dozens of Jindan monks sitting quietly on the high platform looked the most stunned, and their eyes soared. The top spiritual weapons, even the monks of the Jindan period are eager to have, which is not a treasure that should be used in the foundation period at all!

"You are both water and wood attributes, I know, but when did you practice the fire attribute skill again?" Ye Xuanshi's face became gloomy, and the crescent scar on his left cheek was **, which completely destroyed his handsome face and looked a little ferocious.

"What skills I practice don't seem to have anything to do with you," Zhang Yan stroked the rifle, and fire came out of the gun body, jumping between the palms of his hands like a naughty child. There was a staring in his eyes and shouted, "If you hit it, just beat it. How can there be so much nonsense!"

The firelight of the gun was fierce, and the body of the gun trembled and stabbed towards the Ye Xuanshi more than ten feet away, like a line of fire from the broken void. Only the light of the children's arms was restrained, burning the air and the airflow trembled in the whining sound. At this moment, Zhang Yan Moyuan turned into fire power with the help of Liu Yan gun, and a gun in his hand is like the god of fire.

"Huh, what's the use of practicing more? Miscellaneous but not pure, low cultivation, or looking for death!" Ye Xuanshi's expression quickly recovered. Zhenyuan drummed, snorted coldly, wrapped in the golden light of the thin feather knife, and went straight to the tip of the gun.

Zhang Yan walked with the gun and did not wait for the clear feather knife to be cut down. Liu Yan's gun body bent into a bow, drew a strange arc, stabbed the clear feather knife surface, and the gun wind stirred, transforming into a phantom, like hundreds of flowing guns stabbing out at the same time.

There was a sneer on the corners of Ye Xuanshi's mouth. He understood that Zhang Yan tried to suppress himself fiercely through magic weapons, but how could he make him get what he wanted? His wrist shook, and the Cheyu knife suddenly withdrew from the offensive. His body suddenly rose to the air, and his left hand flicked fiercely on the Cheyu knife.

After Zhang Yanliu's gun attack failed, his expression remained unchanged, and his body quickly swept back, but he sighed gently in his heart. In terms of combat experience, Ye Xuanshi was obviously better than himself. He did not fight hard with himself and let all his plans go to go to the bottom.

At the beginning of the battle, Zhang Yan sacrificed the Liuyan gun in a short time. The purpose is self-evident, which is to destroy the opponent's magic weapon first with the advantage of the Liuyan gun being one grade higher than the Cheyu knife. After all, the Cheyu knife is the right arm of Ye Xuanshi, destroying the Cheyu knife, which is tantamount to breaking one of his arms. .

And Ye Xuanshi obviously sensed his intention and did not attack at all. He jumped into the air to avoid the possibility of chasing him.

As soon as Zhang Yan stood still a few feet away, he saw a long and clear feather knife in mid-air. The knife surface was golden, about a foot long, palm-sized golden feathers fluttered down, and thousands of golden lights flashed, instantly covering the whole ring sky. At this moment, golden feathers fluttered all over the sky. Sprinkled, the golden light flashed, and an extremely depressing breath permeated, and the leaf basal in mid-air suddenly disappeared among countless golden feathers.

"Golden Feather Knife Array!" The crowd watching the battle exclaimed again.

"I didn't expect that Brother Ye would use his killer mace as soon as he came up. Now this boy has a hard time."

"Haha, under Brother Ye's knife array, the top-grade spiritual weapon can't do it~ Brother Ye will definitely win. Damn it, I can press 500 medium-grade spiritual stones on Brother Ye, haha..."

"I~Daily, I knew I had pressed 300 more..."

"Well, what's there to be proud of? I pressed a thousand medium-grade spiritual stones, including three top-quality magic weapons!"

“......”

Han Bin, who was hiding in a corner to count the spiritual stones and had cramps in his hands, was stunned and shook his hands. A medium-grade spiritual stone fell to the ground. He seemed to be unconscious and stared at the ring nervously and muttered, "Brother, don't lose. Brother, I have received more than 30,000 medium-grade spiritual stones, and they all pressed Ye Xuanshi. Win~"

Don't say how excited everyone was, Zhang Yan's heart beat after Ye Xuanshi's figure disappeared into thousands of golden feathers, and his nerves were tense to the extreme. Golden Feather's knife array? It turned out to be a formation!

The first golden feather floated above his head, and saw that the edge of the feather was as thin as cicada wings, and a touch of golden light flowed, which seemed extremely sharp. Zhang Yan did not dare to neglect. The streamer gun in his hand picked up and stung with a bang. The golden feather was instantly pierced, and burned into ashes by the hot fire light emitted by the flowing gun and disappeared in the air.

At the same time, countless golden feathers came, setting off a golden whirlwind. In the sound, thousands of golden feathers swept down like countless blades.

Feel the overwhelming fierce knife spirit, Zhang Yan's face became extremely serious. The flowing gun in his hand danced wildly and danced thousands of times in the blink of an eye, but when he saw the turbulent fire, there was a wall of flame around his body, and the rolling firelight with the tip of the gun, piercing and burning the roaring golden feathers.

But there seemed to be countless golden feathers, which were not afraid of death and came fiercely. Zhang Yan did not have any time to breathe. The Liu Yan gun stabbed out thousands of times in his hand, which slightly blocked the attack of endless golden feathers. It was extremely difficult for him to move.

Wo! Oh! The sound of Jin Yu's fierce shooting through the air, poof! Poo! Liu Yan's gun pierced the muffled sound of Jin Yu, mixed with the violent sound of Jin Yu being burned, filling the whole ring.

This time, people have been prepared for a long time. Since the beginning of the competition, more than a dozen Jindan monks have stood around the ring and made a reinforcement decision towards the tortoise armor array, so that the current ring has been bombed by two popular streams and remain calm.

In the eyes of everyone, Zhang Yan struggled hard at this time and was exhausted. However, Zhang Yan's face was still calm and abnormal at this time, and his figure was swinging wildly in place, but there was no anxiety at all, and his breath was long and continuous. For a moment, he will not be reduced to the soul under the knife of thousands of golden feathers. On the contrary, he was waiting, his consciousness dissipated, and most of his mind was searching for the disappeared Ye Xuanshi. In comparison, although these golden feathers are countless, their attack power is nothing to Zhang Yan. The most terrible thing is the disappeared Ye Xuanshi.

The divine consciousness covered the range of his body ten feet. He did not notice a trace of Ye Xuanshi. He was not in a hurry, nor did he wait for the rabbit. It would take a few days to dig traps in the mountains to hunt beasts, not to mention the famous and well-cultivated Ye Xuanshi? Don't rush.

Half a sound, Zhang Yan's consciousness suddenly noticed a trace of abnormality. A pale gold figure shot at himself at a faster speed than the golden feather. This figure was sandwiched in thousands of golden feathers, and the speed was unusually fast. It would not be noticed by others, but Zhang Yan's consciousness was so powerful enough to be comparable to the middle of the US dollars. The monk, who shook the shadow, was detected by his consciousness and fed back to his mind. This figure is no one else, but the disappeared Ye Xuanshi! A touch of coldness floated at the corners of his mouth, and Zhang Yan still danced his rifle, and the gun moved like a dragon.

Ye Xuanshi waited hard to get close to a fragrance and finally decided to take action. He also knew that Jin Yu's knife array could not help Zhang Yan, but as long as he could contain and consume Zhang Yan's Zhenyuan, it was enough!

According to his idea, Zhang Yan was already a beast that fell into the trap, making him struggle for a while and exhausted his strength, which was the time for him to slaughter the beast!

He moved and restrained his breath, like a light smoke, quietly looking at Zhang Yan, who was unaware of it. Similarly, a cold color appeared on his cheek, gently stroked the crescent scar on his left cheek, and the clear feather knife in his hand silently went to Zhang Yan's back.

Fast, I can't get a blink of an eye. As soon as the excitement in Ye Xuanshi's heart surged into his heart, he was defeated by a cold look. When the Cheyu knife was less than three feet close to Zhang Yan, Zhang Yan suddenly twisted his body and went to the sea like an angry dragon in his hand, stabbing the Cheyu knife with majestic force!

Touch! A crisp sound of metal impact spread throughout the ring, and then countless dotted flames splashed around, and the earth-shaking airflow surged in all directions.

In the red golden rainbow, the two shadows retreated as soon as they touched each other, and the golden feathers in the sky disappeared in an instant. Ye Xuanshi's sneak attack was not successful. He was detected by Zhang Yan and stabbed out with a stunning shot, and the situation turned around.

Ye Xuanshi fell on the edge of the ring. He was unharmed. His right hand trembled and put the clear feather knife in front of him. A flush gushed out of his beautiful face, and instantly became ferocious and abnormal, making a long roar: "My Che-feather-knife!"

The clear feather knife is dim, and the flow of golden light is no longer seen for the first time, just like an ordinary piece of dead iron. What is particularly shocking is that there is a walnut-sized hole on the surface of the clear feather knife, and there is a trace of smoke.

Che Yu's knife was scrapped, which was a common idea after the shock of the people present. Just now, the contact between the two ended in less than a blink of an eye. Few people knew what had happened between them.

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