He didn't want to die, and he didn't believe that Shen Fengchu would really let him go.
So, he decided to give it a try.
He has learned guns from Zhong Zhong since he was a child. His talent and diligence are obvious to all. Otherwise, even if Zhong Zhong loves him no matter how much he loves him, he would not be able to promote him to the position of general, let alone use the gun he uses. The fifth armor-piercing gun on the weapon list was given to him.
The spear was like a dragon, carrying a strong wind. With this spear, Shen Zilong used all his strength without reservation.
Shen Feng initially moved, but quickly retreated two steps away.
The spear pierced the air, Shen Zilong turned around, and the armor-piercing gun swept across the ground, bringing with it a cloud of yellow smoke like mist.
Shen Fengchu raised his left sleeve to protect his face and took two steps back.
"ah!"
With a slight whistle, Shen Zilong raised his spear, and the armor-piercing spear was like a long rainbow piercing the sun, passing through the thick smoke and dust and hitting Shen Fengchu's chest.
Turning around, Shen Fengchu sidestepped.
The tip of the spear grazed his sleeve, cutting off a piece of his intact right sleeve.
Shen Zilong put away the gun and blew off the cloth on the tip of the gun. Shen Zilong raised his eyes coldly.
"This time, let me see where you retreat!"
With a slight tap of his toes on the ground, the man and the gun merged into one, and Shen Zilong's entire body turned into a line of light and shadow, rushing towards Shen Fengchu.
The Shen family's most powerful marksmanship is that one cavalry can defeat a thousand.
This move is originally a horse-mounted marksmanship. The strength of the man plus the sprint of the horse is very powerful.
Back then, when Shen Zilong was young, he relied on this move to kill three generals in Wala at the same time. Although Shen Zilong's move was not performed on a horse, it still brought a strong gust of wind.
As he flew up, the dust on the ground also flew up with his body.
From a distance, it looked like there were countless figures following him. He was obviously one person, but it gave him the impression of thousands of troops.
This time, Shen Fengchu did not evade.
Letting him shoot three times was enough to show his respect for his father's armor-breaking gun. He would not let him shoot the fourth one again.
Turning sideways, he landed on one foot, spun slightly, and then drew his sword.
Shen Zilong's spear brushed past his body, and Shen Fengchu's spinning power deftly neutralized his momentum, allowing him to pass the spear he was stabbing at.
By the time Shen Fengchu drew his sword, Shen Zilong's men had already rushed in front of him. Seeing the sword stabbing in front of him, Shen Zilong's eyes widened instantly.
Wrap your fingers and stab his body softly and straightly.
Shen Fengchu raised his left hand and grabbed the armor-piercing gun.
With a tap of the toes, the person has already stepped back a few steps away.
He turned his arm back and put the fingers around his body softly. He lightly tapped his left hand and slammed the armor-piercing gun in his hand onto the ground.
"This gun was given to you by your father. Now, I take it back on his behalf because you are no longer worthy of using it!"
Blood spurted out from his chest like a fountain. Shen Zilong swayed and fell heavily to the ground.
Lying on the loess, he looked sideways at Shen Fengchu, his eyes full of unwillingness and disbelief.
He had grown up with Shen Fengchu since childhood, and he had always known Shen Fengchu better than anyone else.
However, until now, he still couldn't figure out when this young man, who was not suitable for practicing martial arts due to his strange meridians since childhood, became such a master?
"I remember someone once said that nothing is absolute in this world. Diligence can make up for weakness. As long as you are diligent, even a loser can become a hero!" Shen Fengchu frowned and looked at Shen Zilong who raised his face from the ground, and smiled coldly. "I think you have forgotten all these?"
Shen Zilong raised his face and looked at the young man's frown.
Suddenly I remembered that this is what he said.
At that time, Shen Fengchu was ten years old and he was fifteen.