Yang Zhi'er gave up using his fist. With his fingers sharp as almost as razors, finger claws became his preferred choice.

With a wave of his head, Cao Wei felt that this guy was planning to cut himself into half from the middle.

Of course, he couldn't let this happen, so he hurriedly dodged sideways. Yang Zhi'e seemed to have foreseeed this. After a change of lanes in the middle, he flipped his five fingers and directly pressed Cao Wei's abdomen.

With his sharp fingers and claws, as long as he can grasp them firmly, he would probably be able to pick them out if he doesn't say much about anything else.

Cao Wei was also prepared for this. He held on his hands and cleanly held this trick. He turned his head and grinned at Yang Zhi'er.

"I guess you'll be foolish!"

"Oh, you guessed this? Then did you guess this?"

Yang Zhi'er had a grim smile on his face, and the nails on his hands suddenly swelled.

The nails, which were originally only three inches long, grew more than half a foot at once, and the sharp fingertips even touched Cao Wei's skin.

This really surprised Cao Wei.

Just as Yang Zhi'er was a little proud expression, Cao Wei suddenly shook his hand and released a roar between the two of them.

Close-up gun shooting is the basic quality of a professional sharpshooter.

He didn't dare to show it so obviously in front of Zhou Zhiruo. After all, maybe Chen Jingyi was watching her body, and Cao Wei didn't want Chen Jingyi to know that she was a sharpshooter. But in such a situation where there was no one around, he wouldn't be polite to Yang Zhi'er.

The shot that could almost smash the elephant's head suddenly occurred at such a close range, and the effect caused was simply a surprise. Even Yang Zhi'er, who claimed to be an immortal, was directly knocked out by this shot.

A big hole broke into his chest, and if you look closely, you can even see the overflowing blood and wriggling organs inside.

For ordinary people, such injuries are enough to be fatal. Even a tough guy is almost certain to die. But this is not true for Yang Zhi'er. He just touched the wound slightly and got up quickly.

But in his eyes, he had already emerged with surprise.

"What is this? A musket? Even a three-eyed gun is not as powerful as that."

"Sir, times have changed."

He looked at Yang Zhi'er's wound, which was being repaired at a speed visible to the naked eye. This made Cao Wei envious and took a sip of the potion without being outdone.

"I almost forgot to tell you that according to your current situation, once you leave this deep mountains and forests and enter a civilized society, the biggest possibility is to be tied to a cold platform, and then someone cuts off your flesh piece by piece with a sharp knife for research."

"Return to the Central Plains? You can only think about this kind of thing in your dreams. The current court is different from what you did back then. As long as they think, you are at best just a piece of meat on a chopping board. Just pull an army out and they can cook you!"

"Ha, nonsense. Do you think I would believe a cunning villain like you?"

He snorted disdainfully, Yang Zhi'er didn't even intend to believe Cao Wei's words.

What kind of imperial court can easily take down one army by simply sending out a military force? Do you think that the current imperial court is full of heavenly soldiers and generals?

With Yang Zhi'er's knowledge, he might not imagine what changes the world had changed. Cao Wei was too lazy to tell him clearly, and he would not have the chance to witness all this with his own eyes anyway.

Shake the magazine and fill in three bullets again. Cao Wei narrowed his eyes and his expression became a little serious.

He thought that his shot would make some achievements. After all, Aaron boasted very well, such as filling gunpowder with alchemy and the Holy Silver Demon-Breaking Warhead. His name was quite loud. But the actual effect was not satisfactory.

He could clearly see the wounds in Yang Zhi'er's chest and abdomen. While the muscles were spontaneously squirting, they were also pushing out a twisted and deformed metal bullet from the sternum bit by bit.

The warhead should have a pure silver color, but now it is black. It seems to have played a role, but it seems not. In short, it is fascinating. Considering the evil spirit of Yang Zhi'er's body that is so powerful that it can resist his pure Yang true Qi, Cao Wei believes that this should be the result of it being too dropping into the bucket.

But no matter how much it is, the effect is too inconspicuous.

The foreigners' things are indeed not good.

He muttered in his heart, and Cao Wei had no intention of throwing away the revolver in his hand. He just inserted the revolver back into the holster. With his quick gun pulling technique, he could shoot him at any time when needed.

Of course, this can only serve as an auxiliary role. If you want to make a final decision, you probably have to rely on his own fist.

Although I really don't want to fight with such a copper pea that can't be broken, I think it won't give it any choice. So...

"Come again...let me see how much ability you have!"

As Cao Wei's identity, any of his provocations was enough to stir up Yang Zhi'e's nerves. So as soon as he said this, Yang Zhi'e was too lazy to say another word, and rushed forward with his teeth and claws.

The movements seemed reckless, but they had a little more trajectory changes. They were sometimes left and right, sometimes fast and sometimes slow, and they were clearly trying to prevent Cao Wei from using his pistol to imply his hand.

It is correct that Cao Wei had such a plan.

Although the pistol alone cannot kill Yang Zhie, it can use its huge power to gain opportunities for itself to take action. Knock Yang Zhie down and then go up and hit the dog in the water. This just thinks it makes people feel extremely wonderful. But apart from that, it is meaningless to do so.

If his purpose was just to delay time or play with Yang Zhi'e, he might have chosen to do so. But compared to this boring reason, he wanted to kill this guy more and fundamentally once and for all.

In order to achieve this goal, he had to test Yang Zhi'er's reality as much as possible to figure out what the so-called Rakshasa immortal body is. Although it may be very dangerous to do so, it is dangerous...

If you retreat, you can't let those who come to the door get back by yourself.

Yang Zhi'er was amazing at the speed and soon approached Cao Wei. This time he thought of a countermeasure, which was not to give Cao Wei the opportunity to use tricks at close range.

Plug his hands and keep his hands moving under his nose all the time. This is undoubtedly the safest choice.

As the saying goes, one should not be repeated. Since he recovered, he has been shot twice. Even if this thing cannot kill him, it will still hurt. He will not have to taste it for a little memory without having to bite the bullet and taste it for the third time.

So he first swung his claws, forcing Cao Wei to fight. Then he tugged his backhand, and while pulling Cao Wei's wrist, he began to force his arms.

He had the advantage in strength, and under this advantage, Cao Wei obviously felt that his center of gravity had deviated, so that an unstable person under his feet would be thrown to the ground by him.

There are similar fighting techniques in Qi Family Fist. As a military formation boxing technique that combines the martial arts of various famous masters at that time, Qi Family Fist has the characteristics of either kicking or hitting or falling.

Yang Zhi'er was a rich family at that time, and he was a real local tyrant. Although with the Ming Dynasty's tradition of emphasizing culture and neglecting military affairs, he could not have had any in-depth contact with those scholars, because they may not be able to respect him... However, using family relationships to learn the essence of Qi's boxing from the famous Qi's army was not difficult.

Cao Wei had long seen this detail of him. Out of his understanding of Qi Family Fist, the Four Symbol Fist he passed down from his family has a close relationship with Qi Family Fist, so he was not unprepared for this move.

He kicked in the air, and still had an inverted gold hook. His toes were straight at Yang Zhi'er's temple. After all, Yang Zhi'er could not make any more mistakes. He immediately tried to resist.

But this kick was mixed with the dragon-subduing power, which was a domineering dragon-subduing divine leg. How could Yang Zhi'er beware of this? He couldn't calculate it. He knew when Cao Wei used the dragon-subduing power and when he didn't?

So after being careless, he immediately suffered a great loss. Even though he instantly reacted and increased the strength in his hands, he was still kicked and staggered.

Cao Wei took advantage of the situation and turned his back to the ground and just slid his legs, which directly tripped Yang Zhi'er's staggering and retreating legs.

Yang Zhi'er's center of gravity was suddenly unbalanced, and he couldn't stop and was about to fall back. Cao Wei was in a position of power and was even more capable of raising others. He even pushed one leg and hit his knee and hit him in the back.

Yang Zhi'er's body was hard, but his dragon-subduing power was not a cartilage. He wanted to see if the spine behind him was broken, could this Yang still rely on his Rakshasa body to show off his evil spirit.

It’s impossible to say that this thing has no flaws. If there is no flaw at all, how could his ancestors break his golden body back then?

He naturally had an idea about this. When he saw his actions, Yang Zhi'er's face suddenly changed.

He was in mid-air and could only twist his body with all his might. He tried to withstand Cao Wei's attack with his relatively soft abdomen. As soon as he did this, Cao Wei suddenly guessed a possibility.

His movements remained unchanged, and he hit his knees directly on Yang Zhi'er's lower abdomen. With the power of the dragon subduing power, he almost broke Yang Zhi'er in half at once, and his whole body was thrown high.

Cao Wei raised his legs and kicked them again, rubbing his feet quickly and fiercely, and directly suppressed Yang Zhi'er so powerlessly that he could not move.

Seeing that Yang Zhie's body had already been thrown high above his head and had begun to fall. Cao Wei quickly kicked his feet, and while jumping high to catch up with Yang Zhie, he slashed towards his waist and back with a tomahawk-like aura.

He wanted to make the final decision. Or he was eager to make the final decision.

And this kind of mentality was captured by Yang Zhie, so that at this moment, he suddenly showed a gloomy smile.
Chapter completed!