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Chapter 334 Power and Skill (22)

Bing Hongcai stood where he was, exhaled, and the courage he mustered just now seemed to be crushed by the dragon-like spear.

He almost found it difficult to breathe.

He also said just now that they are both rank-[-] warriors, so how can there be any difference?But at this time, the move of 'Shaking the Scale Armor' smashed his words to pieces.

Reality tells him in a way that does not require the slightest doubt, even for warriors who are both rank [-], there are differences between clouds and mud.

Bing Hongcai's complexion was already pale.

A master is a master after all.

Fei Poyue's eyes were slightly disappointed, he didn't want to take the life of the young man in front of him.

This young man has a long way to go.

Just when he thought of quitting, Wang An was moved.

As soon as he moved, it was like a thunderbolt, and his hands were held in the middle of the gun body. The long gun seemed to be transformed into a short gun in an instant, and it was suddenly tilted, and an afterimage was drawn from the heavy and unusually heavy gun body. At a distance of one foot, he struck Fei Poyue's spear.

A heavy and unparalleled weapon, matched with tyrannical strength.

It was as if there were hundreds of cauldrons sounding in unison in an instant, and the intense and dense tremor sound formed ripples visible to the naked eye. They struck all around, and the spear in Wang Anfeng's hand was as unreasonable as thunder, and it hit the black dragon. The tyrannical way destroyed that exquisite move.

At the same time, take a heavy step forward with your right foot.

The figure suddenly reversed.

At this time, the long spear in his hand was blocked by his waist from the middle, and he turned around with him. The other half of the long spear reappeared, like a short stick, falling towards the black spear, but changed his move at the moment of falling.

The young man grasped the part of the gun with his left hand, and with all his force, the gun body was like a long stick, and aimed straight at Fei Poyue.

"it is good!"

The old man laughed out loud, without retreating in the slightest, holding the gun with his right hand, and turning his left hand into a fist, he slammed heavily on the handle of the spear, the trembling sound reappeared, Wang Anfeng's face showed a hint of redness, and he took a step back. And Fei Poyue also staggered and took a step back because of old age and weakness.

It's evenly divided.

Yu Jianmu swallowed his saliva, his eyesight was a little dull, not as shrewd as before, just now he made a staggered move, whether it was the extremely delicate 'Red Dragon Shaking the Scale Armor', or Wang Anfeng's shattering strike like a thunderbolt on the flat ground. The tricks are enough to take his life in an instant.

This is the collision of technology and power.

Blinking his eyes, he came back to his senses, and his eyes fell on the thick brick wall next to him.

There is a light clicking sound.

Two hideous cracks appeared on the blue wall, spreading all the way to the ground.

Fine stone powder poured out of this crack.

Yu Jianmu's pupils shrank, and under his chest, his heart was beating wildly.

The five fingers of Wang Anfeng's right hand holding the handle of the gun moved slightly in order to dispel the abnormal numbness between the fingers and palms.

Just now the old man punched the handle of the gun, and there were more than ten kinds of energy changes, entangled with each other, which were transmitted to his palm through the gun body, touched his meridians, and dissipated all the brute force of the ten forces of the Tathagata go.

This kind of boxing method has never been heard of by him, and he has never seen it before. Its strength is so strong that he even doubts that this boxing strength will pass through the cold iron spear without any loss.

He had only felt this level of oppression from his master.

Fei Poyue was holding the spear, but the handle of the black gun in his hand was not supported on the ground, sharing the pressure for him.

His arrogance made him unable to do such a thing.

He was wearing a cotton double-breasted robe and a pair of white-soled black shoes. He stood there like a towering mountain. His blood was boiling in his body, his muscles stiffened by age, his palm holding the gun handle, and his hands on the ground. The legs slowly relaxed, and because of the gradually ignited fighting spirit, they gradually returned to a state worthy of a battle.

The wrist trembled slightly, and the black gun seemed to sense the master's recovery, neighing slightly.

Wang Anfeng took a deep breath, his eyes were already extremely solemn, and he held the gun in both hands. In his mind, the experience of encountering the gunman in the past flowed slowly like running water.

Fei Poyue didn't make a move.

The momentum on his body became more and more high, and even Yu Jianmu could clearly feel the oppressive force that was constantly rising. He felt that his breathing gradually became difficult, like a swimmer being fished out of the water. Fish, the sense of suffocation clearly and truly exists.

His eyes fell on Wang Anfeng.

Why not?

His heart is full of puzzlement.

Fei Poyue looked at the young man ahead, his light gray eyes were full of admiration.

Rarely does he appreciate someone so much.

But during this period of time, I met two people one after another, one civil and one military.

The aura on his body has climbed to the peak, holding the gun in his right hand, the tip of the gun is slightly raised, pointing to the left, the old man said slowly:
"Please!"

Wang Anfeng's eyes were peaceful, the old man in front of him had no murderous intentions towards him just now, he already understood in his heart that there should be hidden secrets in the matter of occupying the Tanfu, but no matter what hidden secrets there are, this battle must be fought.

Since you want to fight, you have to be upright.

At this time the old man asked him to make a move, he took a deep breath, stepped forward with his right foot, and slowly landed on the ground, a light golden streamer appeared on the skin of his right foot, as well as flame-like red Buddhist inscriptions.

Vajra Prajna.

I am Buddha.

The disciple is willing to hold the vajra face, cut off troubles, and eliminate demons!

There is a crisp sound.

Fine cracks appeared on the ground under Wang Anfeng's feet, and the cracks widened in an instant. Amidst the surge of energy, he had already used his strength to suddenly appear in front of Fei Poyue.

The right foot, the thigh, the waist, the arm, each piece of muscle swelled and exerted force, and the force continued to accumulate and expand, like a torrent of rivers and seas, without any waste, like a strong bow and crossbow. into the heavy gun in his hand.

The gun suddenly moved forward, and the sound of piercing the air became a little slower.

At the point of the gun, the air twisted slightly.

As soon as Fei Poyue stepped back, the spear in his hand shot out suddenly, and countless cold lights were swayed, just like the night sky. Because of the extreme speed, the onlookers almost had the illusion that time was slowing down.

This scene, like the starry night sky, just disappeared in an instant, and every ray of cold light turned into a spear point, like a rainstorm, precisely pointing at the point of Wang Anfeng's air-piercing heavy spear.

After the clear and dense sound, Fei Poyue turned around suddenly, and with the help of the force of his waist, the spear in his hand pierced out, straight as a drawn line.

The points of the two spears were firmly pointed together.

A moment of dead silence.

Immediately, the terrifying air wave contained on Wang Anfeng's heavy gun seemed to hit the thick cast iron wall, rolling towards both sides.

Yu Jianmu staggered back. He was a martial artist with good martial arts skills, but now he could hardly keep his feet steady. He retreated all the way to the green wall, his back pressed against the cold wall.

The wall seemed to tremble again.

Fei Poyue breathed out lightly, and at the moment when the two guns were fighting, his right hand turned slightly very naturally and calmly.

It was like a swimming fish flicking its tail, naturally setting off gentle water waves.

The tip of the black gun turned around, avoiding Wang Anfeng's heavy gun, and pointed at the young man's wrist. At the same time, the old man took a step to the side to avoid the approaching spear.

In this instant, Wang Anfeng seemed to be a prophet, holding the gun with both hands, flipping his wrists, and pressing down on the tip of the gun, relying on his immense strength, he suppressed the nimble black gun.

He has understood.

In terms of marksmanship alone, he is far from being the opponent of the old man in front of him.

But why do you want to simply compete in marksmanship?At this time, you should take the initiative and pull the battle into the rhythm you are good at.

Fei Poyue also discovered Wang Anfeng's plan, and his eyes became more appreciative.

With a trembling of the palm, the number of marksmanship changes again, just in a circle, like a Tai Chi, and Wang Anfeng's heavy spear is thrown away. The profound changes are not enough for outsiders.

On the other hand, Wang Anfeng tried his best to restore the marksmanship seen in Shaolin Tongren Lane. Although the core strength cannot be simulated, the appearance of the moves is seven or eight points similar, whether vicious or domineering, all kinds of styles are included. Among Shaolin's Zen principles of "all appearances are not appearances", masculinity is upright.

A contest of strength and skill.

Here it is almost interpreted to some extreme.

The auras of the two warriors helped each other, and became higher and higher. The collision of spear points shook the air, and the will of the warriors as fierce as a tiger continued to pervade, enveloping everyone around them.

Fei Yuanzhen's face was pale, and Fei Yuanbai's face was even more frustrated.

He has practiced under Fei Poyue since he was a child, and he thinks that whether it is marksmanship, boxing, or internal strength, he is already seven or eight times as good as his ancestors. The reason why he is still afraid is just the impression left by him all the year round.

But what is displayed in front of his eyes is clearly a wider and more profound world of martial arts.

His so-called [-]% to [-]% heat is actually not even qualified to see the world.

He was already laughing miserably.

And the dozens of fighters behind the old man, looking at Wang Anfeng, have gradually changed their gazes, with a three-point respect. I don't know who started, and they all sat cross-legged on the ground.

Just like when he was practicing martial arts under the old man's school back then, his expression was solemn, watching the confrontation between the two warriors in front of him, there was a hint of fanaticism in his eyes.

The two spears collided violently again.

Immediately separated, each stabbing towards the opponent, but no longer the fierceness of the previous battle, Wang Anfeng raised his hand to hold the gun body under the spear point, and displayed the exquisite martial arts of Prajna Palm, forcibly holding the black gun, And the heavy gun in his hand was also captured by the old man.

The air waves dissipated slowly.

Fei Poyue raised his eyes to look at the young man in front of him, his fighting spirit has gradually faded.

He was not in his prime, after all.

Because of Tan Yurou's relationship with Tan Tianxiong, this old man who is over eighty years old somewhat regards Wang Anfeng as a junior, and his plan to occupy the Tan Mansion is a retreat for his own blood.

But at this time, a new idea appeared in his mind.

With a shake of his wrist, the spear point held by Wang Anfeng easily broke away from Wang Anfeng's palm, as if the power of the void contained in the palm did not exist for Fei Poyue, which made the young man's expression change slightly.

The old man withdrew his spear and said lightly:
"Come in and talk."

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