Wang Jian sneered, looking at the rushing Bu Chi and Bu Fear, a blazing murderous intent flashed in his eyes.
The reason why I didn't stop and take action in the first place was to attract the Jing Nian Zen Sect to pursue me, cause a big commotion and attract all the damned people.
Now that they have completed their mission, it's time to go on the road with peace of mind.
The spear flickered like a poisonous snake, easily hitting the magic wand and ring sword.
He stepped forward, the tip of the spear slapped away the sword, and was about to pierce Buwei's throat.
Buzz!
A buzzing sound came, Wang Jian's gun was still moving, but the gun barrel was slightly raised, and a Buddhist bead hit the gun barrel.
The force on it is not small, but it cannot stop Wang Jian.
However, he deliberately took a step back, and the veins on his arms popped up and pierced Buwei's throat.
He let out a long breath. Showing weakness is really a life-threatening job. His acting skills must be exquisite, and his body must also cooperate to a certain extent. This is too difficult to do.
However, the effect is also very good. Although it is still powerful, it is not so irresistible that it makes everyone afraid and flee for their lives.
Otherwise, everything you have done before will be in vain and completely meaningless.
"Junior brother! The tyrant seeks death!"
Bu Chi was furious and surrounded and killed Wang Jian with the people on the other side.
The masters of Tiance Mansion were also dispatched, and one of them was particularly powerful. He was already at the master level. He felt that even Du Fuwei was no match for him. He was none other than Li Shentong, the number one master of the Li Clan.
Wang Shichong's subordinates Lang Feng, Linglongjiao and others also took action one after another. Obviously, Wang Shichong issued an order to take advantage of this opportunity to kill "Yang Guang".
Wang Jian had long been mentally prepared for this. That guy was the ancestor of the Ming Dynasty Zunjiao. How could he be truly loyal to "Yang Guang"?
It's nothing more than showing off a loyal persona, and then seeking more benefits for himself and the Ming Dynasty.
Li Clan, Wang Shichong, and the Jing Nian Zen Sect took action one after another. Naturally, other forces would no longer be spectators. It was of course impossible for hundreds of people to surround and attack them. The space was not that big, and it was impossible to let these people do what they wanted.
But each of them is a master, the weakest are all innate, and their ability to capture fighter jets is beyond the capabilities of ordinary minions.
One person was bounced away, and several others quickly surrounded him and attacked him. They grasped the timing very keenly and used every opportunity to exploit every opportunity without giving Wang Jian the slightest chance to stop.
Moreover, there were also masters like Li Shentong and Bu Chi who were standing guard to resist most of the attacks, which made Wang Jian even more exhausted.
In the distance, Xi Ying, You Niaojuan and Zuo Youxian were greatly shocked. They looked at each other and saw the panic in each other's eyes.
No matter how confident the three of them were in such a terrifying siege, they knew they couldn't handle it and would have to kneel down every minute.
But Wang Jian can still persist, and even occasionally shoot through a person's throat, which is enough to show his strength.
They were so lucky that they rushed out without seeing He Shibi, otherwise they would be the ones who died.
Compared with the three people, the Dugu Valve on several sterns was in a bit of a dilemma.
There are so many masters that Dugu Clan thinks he can't handle them.
On the contrary, Bai Qing'er next to her continued to drink tea leisurely and stared at the battle on the Tianjin Bridge without feeling panic at all.
There was no way, Wang Jian had already sent a message, not to mention that it was useless for her to be nervous in such a situation.
Wang Jian's safety is not a problem, but she herself needs to be careful about Zhu Yuyan hiding in the dark.
Although she is not particularly cowardly now, as long as she is not killed immediately, someone will naturally save her.
The other people hiding in the dark were watching eagerly, waiting for Wang Jian to be exhausted and slaughtered.
But the battle group is getting more and more popular, and he still doesn't seem to be weak.
Even a spear can generate wind, and no one can compete with it wherever it passes.
If you are lucky, you will only spurt out blood and retreat; if you are unlucky, your throat will be pierced directly.
The so-called encirclement was extremely weak, and it was pointless to seize the opportunity to attack and kill him. There was no scene where he was hit.
If they knew that Wang Jian was taking it easy and holding back his strength, they didn't know what they would think.
But he also knew that this situation would not last long.
His whole body was boiling with true energy, and he used the force of the gun wildly, shaking away the figures of the people around him and creating some distance.
"Heavy rainstorm style!"
Based on the force of the Hundred Strikes Rainstorm, combined with techniques such as the Sky Frost Fist, the frost-covered white cold air gun light covered the front.
The sky was covered with force, coming down like a dense rainstorm.
Bu Chi and other Jing Nian Zen masters all changed their expressions and hurriedly resisted or dodged.
But there were too many gunshots to avoid, and the power within them was beyond their ability to contend with.
Liao Kong, who had been skimming the formation at the back, had a sudden change in his expression. He flicked the Buddha beads in his hand, stepped forward like a phantom and quickly came to Bu Chi's side to block the light of the spear.
Buzz!
The Se Kong Sword in Shi Feixuan's hand was unsheathed, with ripples like water. The sword was full of energy and she was resisting frantically.
Puff puff!
The sounds of gunshots piercing flesh continued one after another, and the screams kept coming. More than a dozen masters of the Jing Nian Zen Sect fell in a pool of blood, and some even turned into a piece of ice. Their panicked and desperate expressions were still frozen there, and their delicate expressions were still there.
Bi Jian.
After being empty and not crazy, Shifei Xuan retreated with blood spurting out, her face full of shock.
"Wind style!"
Wang Jian stepped forward and attacked, just as he was repelling the Buddhist masters such as Jing Nian Zen Sect, he turned around and the gun light was like a strong wind, covering the enemies behind him crazily.
"ah!"
"Help!"
Screams broke out one after another, the smell of blood filled Tianjin Bridge, and countless figures fell into a pool of blood.
Li Shimin, Kou Zhong, Xu Ziling, Ba Fenghan and others retreated with blood spurting out, their faces pale.
In the entire Tianjin Bridge, more than 30 people fell down with just one blow. A large number of Tiance Mansion and Wang Shichong's men were massacred. The ones who died the most were the individual people and gang members.
Just two shots, which directly wiped out more than fifty lives. For a while, the Tianjin Bridge was silent, except for Wang Jian's heavy breathing.
Everyone looked at Wang Jian with extremely strange looks, including panic, shock, and admiration.
This is the world of warriors, and strength is fundamental.
Wang Jian's terrifying strength is simply unbelievable. You must know that these are dozens of innate masters, not ordinary soldiers.
He was killed with two shots. What a terrifying situation.
Wang Jian is not as helpless as the horrified people around him. He is extremely proud now. Our acting skills are really amazing. It is really not easy for us to be able to perform this.
This group of rubbish is so useless that it is really powerless not to scare them away.
"kill him!"
I don't know who roared, and several figures rushed forward.
Wang Jian was overjoyed, but her face was a little tangled, as if she was worried.
From the corner of his eyes, he saw that Chao Gong was in the wrong position, and six masters including Shi Feixuan, Li Shentong, Qiu Wensheng, and Qu Ao were rushing towards him. A cold air pressure enveloped his head, as if it would topple at any moment.