Wang Jian, who was in the air, looked at the flaming fists bombarding him, speechless and choked in his heart.
In the original plot, An Shigeng did not have this trick.
He only knows how to juggle and do some magic to catch him off guard.
When it really comes to a critical moment, you won’t have much ability.
But when facing him, he was so awesome. This clear distinction made Wang Jian so angry that his teeth itched.
At the critical moment, he put away his Zhang Er spear and saw Long Zaitian with one move, blocking the flaming fist.
But the force of his fist made him retreat quickly, and his body hit the promenade on the lake.
The violent impact made Wang Jian feel uncomfortable. He took advantage of the turmoil in his heart and spat out a mouthful of blood, which made him feel better.
When a warrior vomits blood, it depends on the situation.
Some congestion accumulates in the body, which looks normal on the surface, but actually aggravates the injury.
This mouthful of blood congestion can not only make the internal organs smoother, but can also spurt out the enemy's true energy that has entered the body.
The blood fell on the corridor, a puff of water vapor rose up, and the smell of blood filled the air.
Wang Jian calmed down and took out his Zhang Er spear again and pointed it at An Shigeng who came quickly.
"Hey, you actually have such ability. I really underestimate you."
"There are so many things you underestimate!"
"Who can't tell lies?"
"Ah!"
Seeing Wang Jian's confident expression, An Shigeng suddenly had an ominous premonition.
Wang Jian will not care about him. Although he is being abused, he will not give up easily. What a rare opportunity to fight with a master. He can feel that his understanding of marksmanship and Qi has become much deeper.
This is caused by the intense movement of the brain that is stimulated during life-and-death moments in combat. What a convenient way this is.
In the future, as long as we force ourselves to enter the state of unity between man and nature, we may be able to get more benefits.
So, accumulate, accumulate, keep accumulating, and wait for one day to explode.
As for being abused now, it’s just a ball. Isn’t this how abuse comes about in life?
Thirty blows from the Hundred Strikes of a Prairie Fire were fired out crazily, one shot after another, each shot being more powerful than the previous one.
Although An Shigeng was far ahead of him, he still had to block the successive attacks.
Both palms and legs have become his combat weapons, and he can easily resist Wang Jian's attacks every time.
But it can be seen that after more than a dozen consecutive hits, the power of Wang Jian's gun gradually increased, and the ease at the beginning gradually disappeared.
Perhaps because of his concentration, during the attack, Wang Jian's mind kept flashing through the prairie fire marksmanship and basic marksmanship.
Unconsciously, the angle of the spear in his hand became even weirder, and its power gradually increased a lot.
Although each shot was weird, it did not pursue tricky angles. It was just that the force of the gun tip had a faint flavor of spiral. When An Shigeng resisted, there was actually a faint trace of a twist.
This sign is not obvious, but it has already appeared. It is obviously a sign that his understanding of the art of shooting is gradually deepening.
An Shigeng also gradually lost his playful expression, and the murderous intent in his eyes became even worse.
Wang Jian's progress can be felt most clearly by him as an enemy.
Such an enemy is constantly improving, and he has the ability to suddenly take out a spear, and his confident look represents the difficulty of this enemy.
Since they are enemies, they must be eliminated as soon as possible. This is the best choice.
At that moment, he no longer held back his hands. One palm of his hands was covered with flames, and the other was covered with ice. They struck the tips of the spears respectively. The power produced made Wang Jian's liver tremble.
The temperature of the flame was extremely high, and there were even signs of burning a two-foot long spear.
The ice caused the temperature to drop rapidly. It was very uncomfortable when it was cold and hot. Even with the energy to protect the body, it was still a bit unbearable.
Wang Jian gritted his teeth and continued to attack. He didn't know if his understanding had exploded, but the swordsmanship of the Flying Immortal from Heaven kept flashing in his mind.
At this moment, Wang Jian felt as if he was struck by lightning, a mouthful of blood spurted out, and his body almost retreated sharply.
However, An Shigeng's palms superimposed and exploded in an instant. The power of the ice and fire explosion was like the explosion of a cannonball. Wang Jian could no longer withstand thirty blows and retreated violently.
Looking at the other party's mocking smile, not knowing where the potential came from, Wang Jian stepped on the ground, causing the corridor to tremble slightly.
The tip of the spear suddenly let out a sharp whistle, and an invisible aura enveloped Wang Jian's body. The spear's light spread out in all directions, extremely sharp.
An indescribable aura erupted in an instant.
The scattered spear lights gathered into a stream and turned into a long spear, roaring towards An Shigeng.
This shot is extremely poignant and beautiful, as ethereal and graceful as a flying fairy.
There was even a sharp aura, which seemed to accumulate more and more intensely.
An Shigeng's mocking face paused, and facing this shot, his face became more serious than ever.
Even Zhuge Zhengwo, Zhushen, Tie Shou and others who had arrived on the lake were a little surprised and looked in the direction of the two of them involuntarily.
boom!
Terrifying air waves swept in all directions, and the already somewhat broken corridor underfoot suddenly exploded, with stones splattering in all directions.
Wang Jian spurted blood and retreated wildly, hitting the water without any movement.
And An Shigeng also kept retreating, and did not stop until he was stopped by the railing of the corridor.
He looked at his pierced hands. The two bloody holes were particularly conspicuous and they were still bleeding like crazy.
Licking the blood at the corner of his mouth, the smile on his face was a little sad.
"Okay, you are such an extraordinary genius. You can even comprehend the meaning of a gun. I underestimated you!"
An Shigeng chuckled, but there was not much smile on his smiling face.
He was shocked and very happy. If he hadn't felt something was wrong and tried his best, otherwise the boat would have capsized in the gutter.
Who knew that Wang Jian, a warrior in the early stage of Xiantian, would suddenly burst out with spear intent.
Although this spear intention is only a prototype and has just been touched, this alone is enough to dominate the world.
"Damn it!"
Tie Shou and the others shouted coldly, and Zhui Ming stepped on the water on the lake and rushed towards An Shigeng.
The iron hand smashed a magic weapon to pieces with one palm, and followed closely behind.
Zhuge Zheng and I happened to see the silver needle suddenly shot out from the back of his head when Iron Hand was slapping the Death Soldier. He thought for a moment and quickly came up with an idea.
I don’t know how he did it, but he just grabbed it casually, and the entire lake was immediately enveloped by an invisible pressure. If an ordinary person stood here, he might have to kneel down.
boom!
Suddenly, a wave of air burst out from him.
The magical soldiers of the Western Regions all over the corridor turned into ashes and disappeared into smoke.
Only the silver needles were still floating in the air. When Zhuge Zhengwo closed his palms, these silver needles fell to the ground one after another, making a crisp sound.
An Shigeng was dumbfounded: "So awesome!"
He had no time to sigh, as the three men who were pursuing their lives had already rushed over and attacked one after another.
An Shigeng could only put away his shock and resisted the siege of the three cold-blooded men one after another.