After saying that, the sky bomb came to the top of the head, controlled by his left hand alone, and started to rotate, from slow to fast, and finally turned into a windmill, reflecting the surrounding lights, turning into a dazzling mass that no one could tell the two ends of. Light and shadow, muffled thunder, and cold wind howling.
Including Fu Junhou, no one understood what he was doing. It was indeed very beautiful to look at, and it was extremely terrifying. Just seeing how he could control the strange soldiers of the Qimen that were two feet long with one hand showed that his hands How flexible. But since the two of them were fifty steps apart, they couldn't threaten each other at all for a while, and it seemed like they were wasting their strength.
Just when everyone was puzzled about the solution, to everyone's surprise, the sky blast left his hand and spun towards Fu Junhou at a seemingly fast or slow speed.
Fu Junhou was overjoyed, and the flying gun in his hand turned into dozens of gun shadows, which phantomed in front of him, making a sound of "chichichi" breaking through the wind. Even though the sky roared like thunder, the chirping sound could not be covered up, showing that The power of the gun energy can be destroyed by the profound Wulun. His wishful thinking is that when the enemy soldiers pass the midpoint between the two, he will immediately attack with the gun. As long as he can hit the sky and blast away, Long Ying will have no choice but to surrender.
With more than a thousand people in the audience watching dumbfounded and holding their breath, the sky was about to spin to the critical midpoint.
The little witch was so nervous that her palms were sweating. She had never watched a battle in which she was more involved and focused than at this moment.
The dragon eagle flew forward, and after reaching a certain subtle slope, it burst into the air with a "bang" sound. At the moment when the sky bombardment reached the midpoint, the second one arrived first, and crashed into the emergency from bottom to top. It spins and hits the sky.
Fu Junhou was pulled by the Qi opportunity and snatched out at the same time. His spear power was fierce. The sky was full of gun shadows and he rushed towards his opponent. But in the eyes of experts, experts like Wan Renyu and Feng Guoting knew that although he was very powerful , but it has become passive. The key is to adopt a defensive stance.
The combination of dragon, eagle, man and spear broke through the shadow of Fu Junhou's spear from top to bottom with an arc that was so graceful that it couldn't be more graceful.
"when!"
The image of Fu Junhou's gun was blown away by the strong wind, and the flying ambush gun struck the sky with a roar, making a deafening sound that shook the whole audience. For a moment, no sound could be heard, but everyone could clearly see that Fu Junhou couldn't stand it. Dragon Eagle was unable to resist an all-out blow and was pushed back.
The dragon eagle fell to the ground, turned around, and pecked the eardrum hole of Fu Junhou who was taking the second step back with the end of his spear.
Fu Junhou was also very successful. He used the tail of his spear to deflect the sky and blast him, but he was still forcefully sent aside by the powerful Dragon Eagle, and then he hit his chest with the end of the curled blade. Although Fu Junhou's footwork was chaotic, his mental skills were chaotic. Before he was confused, the divine light in his eyes burst out. He exhaled and raised his voice, and the flying gun was quickly brought down again, hitting the edge of the blade. His emergency response skills were really wonderful. The problem was that Longying gained the upper hand. , he tried his best to perform the attack, but he was forced to change his moves and was unable to use his usual 80% power. He suffered a great loss. The most frightening thing is that until this moment, he still failed to grasp the mystery of his opponent.
"Zheng!"
The dragon eagle changed its straight attack into an upward thrust, and faced the flying spear.
Fu Junhou's whole body trembled, his flying gun swung up, and he retreated quickly. Long Ying smiled and said: "Well retreated!" The sky exploded into a ball of strange light, reflecting the lights in the venue, and there was no interruption. Shining into Fu Junhou's eyes, it was like a violent waterfall in Tiger Leaping Gorge, attacking the already aging Fu Junhou like a shadow.
The little witch took the lead in cheering, and Shangguan Wan'er echoed it, causing the whole audience to cheer. After all, Fu Junhou is an outsider after all. How can the friendly Long Ying be loved? Everyone on the Ningyan side looked on in shock, thinking. This is the power that Dragon Eagle's Jie Tian Bang can exert on the battlefield.
The sound of weapons clashing sounded like firecrackers. Fu Junhou finally stood firm and tried his best to withstand the dragon eagle's fierce attack, which was like a horse flying in the air, leaving no trace. It was also like a storm that collapsed the clouds and cracked rocks and opened mountains. He was completely unable to launch his spear.
The ground bomb suddenly turned into a blast, and even Fu Junhou couldn't tell which side was attacking. With a "clang" sound, the tip of the flying gun hit the tip of the sky bomb, and Fu Junhou staggered forward in response to the attack.
After he fell back, everyone knew that if Long Ying took advantage of the situation and pursued him, he could be killed within a few moves.
Long Ying stood still and returned to his shoulders after receiving the blast from the sky.
Fu Junhou reluctantly stood still, then suddenly took a step back, spurting out blood all over the sky.
Such a result of the battle was something no one had ever imagined. Fu Junhou, the "gun king" in the southern part of Wei Zhen, was actually killed by Long Ying until he was unable to fight back. He was wounded and defeated.
Only Long Ying and Wan Feng, who knew Long Ying well, knew that Fu Junhou was extremely tyrannical and that there was only a thin line between victory and defeat. His biggest mistake was to let Long Ying take advantage of the environment, strange weapons, and the opponent's stupid decision.
, with a thunderous blow, Fu Junhou's energy and blood surged, his formation was thrown into chaos, and he lost his initiative. Then he was chased and beaten by Long Ying with the power of the demon species, without giving him any chance to breathe.
The opportunity was at a disadvantage, but despite having the upper hand, Long Ying was still unable to defeat his shooting skills and could only use magic power to injure him. This shows how powerful Fu Junhou is.
Long Ying swung out the Tian Bang at will, and the Tian Bang left his hand and spun away, twice as fast as the spin speed it sent to Fu Junhou before. In the blink of an eye, it reached the top of Feng Guoting, who didn't even look at it.
Raise your hand and grab Jie Tian Bang firmly.
The whole place was still silent, and everything Long Ying did was unexpected and confusing.
Fu Junhou stood still, holding the spear on the ground, and adjusted his breath with luck. It can be seen that he was seriously injured internally, which further showed the power of the Dragon Eagle.
Feng Guoting delivered the Tianbang to the rear. Xiao Zeng and Xiao Xu followed respectfully, carried it on their shoulders, and ran towards the main hall out of breath with almost dancing jumping steps. It was quite funny until they disappeared from sight.
Outside, all guests, both Chinese and foreign, felt relieved.
I'm afraid no one will be able to forget such a powerful and terrifying magical weapon.
Long Ying looked at Fu Junhou coldly, his demonic eyes contained no human emotion and were as cold as electricity.
Fu Junhou breathed out a sigh of relief and said: "Your Majesty did not accept Brother Long's goodwill, which is indeed a decision that makes you regret. Now Junhou will rush back to the south immediately to reflect on it. If he is destined to do so, he can teach Long again one day."
Brother is so clever."
The audience burst into applause to pay tribute to his demeanor.
Fu Junhou bowed to the dragon eagle, held the flying gun in his hand, and walked towards the main hall at the pace of a dragon and a tiger.
After Longying returned the gift, he turned around and walked towards the chairman of Princess Ningyan with a smile on his face. He laughed and said: "The performance is over, the competition begins. How about letting the younger brother take the lead and continue another one?"
Everyone, including Princess Ningyan, felt uncomfortable. After such a "thrilling" performance, everyone ended up feeling inferior and lacking in energy, not to mention that the opponent was Long Ying.
When Long Ying came to her table, he first glanced at the first dozen or so tables in the east that were filled with foreigners. They looked back at him with different expressions. One of the female warriors particularly caught his attention. Her talking eyes were like beards.
Confide to him.
Long Ying's attention returned to Ningyan's table. The warriors at the same table, including the master who was suspected to be from the secret tribe, all stared at him with puzzled faces.
Long Ying looked as relaxed as if he had never done anything before, and smiled and said: "I hope the princess will give me permission so that I can get a glimpse of the secret clan's amazing skills. Then when we meet in the desert in the future, I will have a clue in my heart. I will be grateful." .”
Ningyan's expression suddenly changed, and the eyes of the master of the secret tribe also turned sharp. Long Ying not only directly revealed the identity of the master of the secret tribe, but also threatened in his words, saying that if the secret tribe continued to help the tyrants, they would go to the desert to seek misfortune on them.
Ningyan said coldly: "Mr. Long is joking, where is the secret tribe?" She shouted again: "Yue Zhongqian!"
The warrior on her left stood up and said, "Zhong Qian is here!"
Longying didn't mind Ningyan's flat refusal at all. He turned his eyes to Fu Junhou and Wu Zhao, who mentioned one after another that the Khitan warrior Yue Zhongqian had defeated the masters of the Xi tribe. This man was only an inch shorter than him, with a strong and muscular physique and a face. He was as long as a wolf, his eyes were sharp and sinister, his nose was curved and his lips were thin, his face was green, and he looked like a cold and ruthless killer, which made people feel chilled.
Ningyan said helplessly: "It's up to you to learn Mr. Long's unique skills."
Yue Zhongqian said without fear: "Brother Long, please!"
Long Ying's eyes fell on the horse-cutting sword in his hand, and he said with a smile: "It turns out that brother-in-law is a master of swordsmanship, so I have to step aside and let my brother take over. The princess won't object, right?"
Ningyan breathed a sigh of relief and said, "How can you object?"
Long Ying saluted, turned around, walked to his table, and said: "I just stole your heart, now it's Brother Wan's turn to make amends!"
The whole audience burst into fierce applause. In terms of reputation, Wan Renyu was ranked as the best swordsman in the world, ahead of Long Ying, but of course this was before Long Ying severely defeated Fu Junhou.
Wan Renyu stood up and exchanged glances with Feng Guoting, both of whom were amazed. The tribes outside the Great Wall have always advocated force, and the strong is the king. Dragon Eagle continuously used clever moves to defeat Junhou Fu first and challenge the masters of the secret tribe. , now it is Wan Renyu's turn, and the impression that the Chinese warriors are also brave and fierce has been deeply rooted in the hearts of the warriors of all races. After returning home, speaking out will make the leaders of the various races think twice about whether it is wise to lean against the Turks. Act of.
Yue Zhongqian left the banquet and walked towards the center of the field. Long Ying and Wan Renyu passed by each other. Long Ying said softly: "There are hidden spiked iron bracers on this kid's wrists."
Wan Renyu happily said: "He is looking for death!" He moved to Yuezhong to greet him without stopping.
Long Ying returned to the table and sat down at Wan Renyu's seat. Wu Chengchuan and Li Duozuo congratulated him happily, while Little Witch and Shangguan Wan'er welcomed him with warm and admiring eyes.
Feng Guoting said: "If even Yue Zhongqian is dealt with, who else can Ningyan send out?"
Shangguan Wan'er said: "Yue Zhongqian is not the most powerful person. It is a strategy of using Zhongji against Shangji."
Long Ying said: "Shangguan, everyone is great."
Wu Chengchuan asked the little witch: "Would you like Uncle Wu and Xian'er to switch seats?"
The little witch's face turned red as she stood up, and she said angrily: "Uncle Wu!"
Feng Guoting said: "Look!"
After Wan Renyu and Yue Zhongqian shook hands as a courtesy, they separated by more than ten feet and took up their postures.
With a "choking" sound, Yue Zhongqian drew his sword out of its sheath and pointed at his opponent. The light in his eyes kept getting stronger. It was obvious that he was gathering his skills, and there were many internal shapes on the outside. It was very magical.
Wan Renyu calmly sacrificed the sword to Jing Zhongyue. When everyone saw it clearly, it was an old and rusty knife. There were a lot of surprised and surprised sounds, and there was also a "buzzing" sound of whispers.