"In so many years, you are still the first person to ask me to shoot. Today I also want to see what kind of strength you, the head of the Murong family, have. Come on, don't be polite."
After Wang Xiyu finished speaking, he placed the golden gun across his chest and put himself on the defensive.
Mr. Murong was not polite, shouted loudly, and rushed forward.
In his opinion, since he did not use weapons, he was already at a disadvantage.
So there is nothing wrong with taking the lead in attacking. This is completely normal.
His attack speed was extremely fast, and he was in front of Wang Xiyu in the blink of an eye.
Since Wang Xiyu's weapon was a spear, Mr. Murong was not prepared to let him use his maximum power.
In close combat, this spear would have no advantage, which is why he attacked so eagerly.
From this point alone, it is enough to see how rich Mr. Murong's practical experience is.
Wang Xiyu naturally saw what he was thinking and raised the corners of his mouth. This old boy seemed to underestimate himself a little too much.
After blocking Mr. Murong's palm with the gun body, Wang Xiyu used the force of the counter-shock to push back, apparently trying to distance himself, and then take advantage of his weapon.
How could Mr. Murong give him such a chance? He followed him like a shadow, and he struck again with the second palm.
Although he wanted to see the power of the golden gun, his ultimate goal was to defeat it, otherwise everything would be in vain.
So if he can seize this opportunity, he will never let it go. After all, there are still two opponents waiting for him.
The only purpose now is to save energy. Otherwise, if you fight three people at the same time, you may be exhausted.
When Wang Xiyu saw this, the smile on his face became even stronger.
Obviously he had expected this, but now that the distance had grown slightly, his opportunity was about to come.
Just when Mr. Murong was about to attack, the spear in his hand turned into two relatively short golden sticks again.
I didn't see him make any moves at all, but a spear was taken apart so easily.
In this case, you don't need to be too far away to use weapons.
He saw a pair of his wrists begin to shake rapidly, and the two golden sticks turned into two phantoms and attacked the rushing old man Murong.
"Grass!"
Mr. Murong, who was walking, obviously did not expect that he would change so quickly, so he was not prepared and directly cursed.
But complaining is just complaining. The attack has already come, so he still has to resist it. Otherwise, he will still be the one who suffers.
In desperation, Mr. Murong could only give up the attack.
He raised his palms and swatted at the two phantoms, trying to use the power of his palms to repel the sticks.
"Boom!"
The two sticks hit his palms hard, making a muffled sound.
Mr. Murong felt pain in his palms, and his whole arms became numb, which showed how powerful the stick was.
This time, he suffered a secret loss. Mr. Murong felt so miserable that he couldn't express it. He couldn't call others despicable, right?
In desperation, we could only give up the active advantage we had established before and retreat quickly.
While he was retreating, Wang Xiyu had already assembled his golden gun again.