"I finally see you. Don't think that I don't recognize you just because you have a bald head. I curse you in my dreams every day and wish I could eat your flesh and drink your blood."
Hengshan Xiaoyu can speak Dongyue dialect very smoothly, at level eight level, but the words he speaks are not very pleasant.
"If I hadn't fought to the death, I would have almost forgotten you as a person."
The King of Kings squinted his eyes, with a look of disdain on his face, as if he didn't take Hengshan Xiaoyu to heart, and almost made Hengshan Xiaoyu angry.
"It was you who ruined our family, and you all deserve to die."
"Xiaoyou Hengshan, don't turn yourself into a white lotus. After three years in Dongyue, you thought the things you did were so secretive. There are at least eleven disappearances related to you."
With the information provided by Dongyue officials, everyone has a better understanding of the Hengshan family.
It is a pity that there is no real evidence in this regard, so it can only be filled in the files as a dossier.
The two sides looked at each other coldly and stopped yelling at each other for a while.
"What, Yokoyama-chan, do you want to bring a gun into the venue?"
Xu Zhi's eyes have been staring at Hengshan Xiaoyou and Miyamoto Kutiao. The two have now taken off their mourning clothes and put on tight-fitting clothes. In addition to cold weapons, they also carry light guns behind them.
"In a fight to the death, you can naturally use various means."
Miyamoto Jiutiao interjected from the side. He has sword-shaped eyebrows and a high nose, piercing eyes, and elegant style. He speaks every word and every sound. Compared to Hengshan Xiaoyu, his Dongyue dialect is much worse, and he can barely reach the fourth level.
"Grand Master, at our level of cultivation, can we carry guns in a deadly battle?"
Xu Zhi shouted loudly that he and the king of kings had not prepared firearms, but now he was holding a stick and the king of kings was holding two swords. No matter how powerful they were, they could not stand up to the guns.
"Sogen Yagyu, what do you say?"
Huang Putu narrowed his eyes slightly, raised his left hand slightly, and took a sip of wine.
Now the two of them were sitting cross-legged facing each other, both drinking with their left hands, but their right hands were placed on their respective weapons.
If there is a chance to kill the opponent, the enemy's great masters will never show mercy, so they drink this glass of wine with extreme caution.
"I have nothing to say. Life or death depends on one's own means. Gun practitioners have no problem."
"Very good, did you hear clearly? This is Somoto Yagyu's reply."
"That's the case." Xu Zhi frowned and looked at instructor No. 7. Instructors No. 7 to No. 10 were all women, and the firearms they used were slightly lighter.
"Instructor, I can lend you a gun."
"Okay, I'll give you a great knife, it's good for killing chickens." Instructor No. 7 was quite cheerful and took off the heavy rifle from his back.
"My gun is self-made, with special bullets of 168 kilograms. The recoil will be about 600 kilograms. You can hardly use it."
Xu Zhi's boxing power data is not a secret in the training camp. Even if there is no test, they can clearly detect it when sparring with No. 2.
Although he has some troubles with this gun, it can indeed be used.
"upscale"
Xu Zhi raised his thumb, raised his gun, and fired straight away.
A hundred meters away, a tall tree suddenly burst into flames.
"Fifty thousand is gone, my heart hurts so much." No. 7 covered her bulging chest and her face twitched. She didn't expect that Xu Zhi would shoot directly so early.
Her bullets are not easy to make. They are enough to kill master practitioners. There are only six bullets in the gun.
"A good gun, enough to kill these two turtle grandsons."
Xu Zhi felt the recoil from the gun, and his body remained motionless. However, the expressions of Yokoyama Xiaoyu and Miyamoto Kuzutori changed instantly.
This is an idiot. The weapons of the two are not of the same level at all. You are actually using the weapons of the master cultivators. Why don't you get a plasma cannon to blast it? Young people are not all playing with stun guns.
, is it just a light submachine gun? Is there any need to use such a high-end one?
"I object. This kind of weapon should not appear in a duel like ours."
Hengshan Xiaoyu was the first to speak. This kind of gun is so powerful that it can kill the opponent without any special aiming. If it were to hit the street with one shot, he would die with his eyes open.
"Each one relies on his own means."
Xu Zhi hummed and repeated Yagyu Sogen's words.
Yagyu Souyuan's face turned blue and white, and he stared at Xu Zhi fiercely.
"I think low-level cultivators like them should rely on hard power. Playing with firearms is indeed child's play. If such firearms can be used, wouldn't it be better for the weak to buy some grenade blasters and die together."
"Sogen Yagyu, do you know what I admire most about you?"
Before Yagyu Sogen could speak, Huang Putu continued: "You are quite thick-skinned, and you Yingguo people are also very thick-skinned. You have a way of confusing right and wrong."
"In the arena of life and death, once you enter, you cannot regret it. In this low-level death battle, you can decide for yourself whether to bring firearms. If someone repeats it again, there is no need to compete. I will give you a ride. If you climb out from there, you will die.
Where are you going back?"
Huang Putu said coldly: "In my life, there are three types of people I hate the most: those who are thick-faced, those who are repetitive, those who have no strength, and those who are just bullshit."
His words froze the entire audience.
"What are you doing, laugh, ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha, so applauded, hurry up and laugh at me ~"
Finally, Yan Xuankong broke the silence and clapped his hands.
…
"Ha ha ha ha"
Numbers 2 to 10 looked bitter and cooperated with the boss. In terms of the courage to commit suicide, Yan Xuankong has never lacked it, and Huang Putu's face is now dark.
"People from Dongyue, use your true power to fight."
Yokoyama Xiaoyu ripped off the stun gun from his back, raised his hands, and turned back and forth.
"I also think cold weapons are better. I'm good at swordsmanship."
Miyamoto Kutori threw away the submachine gun he was carrying and took out his long sword. He looked solemn and shouted loudly.
"In my life, I only use swords, swords and guns. That is not my love."
"Are all Ying people like this?"
The king of kings said in a low voice, of course he knew the purpose of Xu Zhi's shot. In addition to demonstrating, it was also to relieve him.
Regarding firearms, he was only at the stage of mastering and using a stun gun. He was not proficient in it. He had not fired a gun for several years, and this skill was even more wasted.
In a gunfight, his chances are slim.
"Make your decision, I will only give you ten seconds."
Xu stared at the two of them and raised his fingers.
"Don't think about it, we give up our guns."
Yokoyama Xiaoyou said calmly, the difference between the two guns is like a five-meter sword and a 40-meter sword, there is a huge difference.
"Take out the explosives in your inner pocket"
"Thunderbolt bombs and white smoke bombs are just my normal configuration in Daying"
"Very well, King of Kings, take instructor No. 10's gun and shoot them to death. These two turtle grandsons shouldn't be polite to them."
Xu Zhi just made some explosive remarks, but he didn't expect that Hengshan Xiaoyu actually brought explosives. If Yagyu Somoto hadn't reminded him, he would have almost ignored it.
Very few people at the bottom of the cultivator engage in this kind of deadly battle between countries. The rules are not very clear. Now a few people encountered differences before entering the venue.
"The four of you and others can only bring cold weapons into the venue. Any use of hot weapons will be considered cheating and will be killed on the spot."
Sogen Yagyu snorted. At this moment, he couldn't help but show up. If Xu Zhi and others insisted on bringing firearms to the venue, the two people from Daying would have to rush into the street.
It's okay to kill two low-level cultivators, but it's a slap in the face at the beginning. Da Ying doesn't want to lose face.
"A good person lives and dies by his own means."
Huang Putu stared at Yagyu Somoto coldly, and the atmosphere between the two suddenly became tense.