Apart from dodging bullets and cannons, or putting down grenades, Wang Jian's entire mind was focused on marksmanship.
His marksmanship is even more powerful. Every time he fires a gun, the murderous aura in it gradually becomes stronger. Even with the slightest push, it may spread everywhere.
Wang Jian's murderous intention became more and more intense, and his thoughts became more and more pure. His mind was filled with the marksmanship he had learned.
He learned very few marksmanship skills, just basic marksmanship and Hundred Strikes.
Tianwai Feixian was improved by his understanding of swordsmanship, which can also be regarded as a kind of marksmanship.
The three types of marksmanship linger in my mind, and the essence of them is constantly flashing through my mind.
Although Ling Donglai had not studied the possessed card specifically, even after the possessed card left, Ling Donglai did not learn anything he had learned.
But with full firepower, experience, experience, insights, etc., he has seen them all.
Although most of it has dissipated, some remains.
And what he saw at that time deeply touched him.
It can be said that he watched how Ling Donglai comprehended the true meaning of martial arts in a state of unity between man and nature, with several times his original quality.
In this process, Wang Jian did not seem to have gained much, but in fact many things were hidden in his brain.
Normally it is not obvious, but when you really try your best to understand it, some gained things will gradually appear.
In this process, his marksmanship was changing at a subtle speed.
But at a certain moment, I always felt like I was stuck and couldn't make any progress.
He felt very clearly that as long as he took this step, his marksmanship might reach another level.
However, he always felt that something was missing, which he couldn't figure out.
Wang Jian had no choice but to continue to focus on the fighting.
Perhaps it was in this state that his spiritual awareness reached the point where he could not be further enhanced. At the moment when the next round of bullets was fired, Sheng Yayu and others were frightened, and they actually managed to avoid the bullets easily by stepping on tiny steps.
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The bullet grazed his clothes, leaving a trail of marks, but left him unharmed.
Sheng Yayu saw such strange changes and was delighted in his heart.
"He actually wanted to break through in such a situation. No wonder he wanted to go on a killing spree. It turned out that this was his plan all the way."
Zhou Miaotong and Miaoxuan looked at each other. They didn't understand, but they seemed to be very powerful.
Wang Jian seemed to have caught a certain strange frequency. After the first time, it was naturally easier to avoid it the second time.
He seemed to be walking on the devil's dance steps, easily twisting and dodging bullet attacks, but Zhang Er's spear always harvested corpses.
The battlefield continues to be fought, but he is showing off his might, so powerful that it makes people despair.
Half an hour, an hour, and before I knew it, eight hours passed.
The sun was setting in the west, and the sky was dyed with a layer of red light, illuminating the whole world as if it were enveloped in a layer of red blood light.
This is a very bad omen, as if it foresees the decline of a dynasty.
Wang Jian, like a killing machine, entered and exited seven times. When he penetrated the encirclement again, he turned around and continued to kill.
There were more and more corpses everywhere, and they even began to block the footsteps of people and horses.
But no one cared about what was under their feet, and many Tatars were even numb.
Even Huang Taiji and others on the city gate are like this.
If you look carefully, you will find that their bodies are trembling slightly.
Such a master is simply a god of martial arts.
With such strength, if he did not attack the Shengjing city gate, but directly attack the palace, how many lives could Huang Taiji have that he could harvest?
Huang Taiji now understood that what people were looking for was the scene in front of them.
Look at those soldiers, many of them are just scared and can barely hold their weapons.
If Wang Jian is allowed to leave, will these soldiers still be useful?
The fight lasted for eight hours, from morning to evening.
The shouts of killing were muted, only a few occasionally.
The most common thing is screaming.
Wang Jian still maintained a high efficiency in massacre, but his breathing began to become heavier.
His physique is higher than that of ordinary people, but he can't fight at high intensity for several hours and still maintain peak condition.
In history, there were some great people who killed enemies for days and nights, but those were those who had companions around them and could take advantage of the opportunity to be lazy and regain health.
But when he was alone, he encountered at least five or six enemies every time, and they attacked from all over his body.
There are also sneak attacks with bows, arrows, and guns all around, so you need to concentrate every minute and every second.
It was this environment that made him start to feel tired.
But he continued, undisturbed by this, and continued to kill.
It's just that the Tatars have learned how to cooperate. Although they are still killed by him, their efficiency has been greatly reduced.
Someone died under his gun every few seconds, and after more than eight hours, the Tatars also left more than 6,000 corpses.
Such extensive damage is simply appalling.
It was said that the soldiers, even the royal family at the city gate, were stunned and extremely timid.
However, Wang Jian was not as majestic as they thought.
After so long, he still hasn't broken through the string in his heart, which makes him very uncomfortable.
But he knew that if he wanted to make a breakthrough in marksmanship, he had to persevere.
Now that the string has only been touched and not broken yet, it only means that it is not enough, so just keep going.
Keep your spirits up and continue to charge.
Unknowingly, his marksmanship became more sharp and ruthless. Every move was not about cunningness or angle, only strength and speed.
It's as fast as lightning, incredibly fast.
Tatar only saw a shadow flash past, and then he completely lost his breath. The next person he saw also fell down.
Such constant killings made people panic.
The sun had completely set in the west, and there were blazing torches all around. It still made Wang Jian's surroundings extremely dark, making it difficult to see his figure clearly.
As a result, Wang Jian had the absolute upper hand and charged even more vigorously.
Because of the darkness, it was impossible to see clearly around the city. Even if the city gate and surrounding areas were lit with torches, the entire area would not be illuminated.
For a time, the Tatars suffered heavy losses and completely lost Wang Jian's figure.
"Where is he?"
"Where did the devil go? Why is it missing?"
"Have you run away already?"
"We defeated the devil?"
The soldiers were talking to each other, some were panic, some were happy and some were in disbelief.
But soon, just when everyone was about to shout, a scream came from the city gate.
"Everyone gathered around the city gate, and the devil is attacking the city gate!"
"Your Majesty, be careful!"
An exclamation attracted everyone's attention.
But he saw a dark figure rushing up the city wall under the firelight.
He was very fast, stepping on the gaps in the stones of the city wall, and could actually rush up four or five meters every time.
In just three steps, he easily stepped into the city tower. A spear shadow whizzed out like a poisonous snake and stabbed Huang Taiji's head, who was very close at hand.
