Who among the gangsters wants to fall in love?

Chapter 350 The silver saddle shines on the white horse, rustling like a shooting star!
Whoosh————

Raindrops fell, the wind whistled in the alley, and the yellow light in the awning went out in the blink of an eye.

There was no other color in the alley, only a dead blackness, and even a little hazy moonlight could hardly squeeze in.

The two men standing with guns in hand stood in the dark shadows, looking at each other's faces blocked by the shadows.

What needs to be said has already been said.

The hatred for their father's murder is a mountain that stands in the hearts of both men. No matter how good their relationship is, this matter cannot be resolved without a fight... Now all they have to rely on is martial arts.

Rumble————

A flash of lightning appeared on the rainy night, followed by a deafening roar of thunder.

The alley was briefly as bright as day, and only then could one see clearly that the black cloths on the spears in the hands of the two men had slipped to the ground at some point.

The spear was nine feet long, without any red tassels. The tip of the spear was as sharp as a mirror. Raindrops flowed along the ancient patterns on the spear body to the tip of the spear, and finally turned into a small stream of water and fell on the tiles in the alley.

The only difference is one is a black gun and the other is a white gun.

If they had not cooperated before, this fight between the two would be nothing but a vendetta. Although there was still a trace of affection at this moment, both of them were top martial artists in the martial arts world. When they held their guns, they only had each other in their eyes. Their expressions were calm and solemn, but their momentum was rising steadily.

The two men were in a stalemate for an unknown period of time when suddenly a flash of lightning appeared and the alley became bright again. Before the thunder could be heard, Chen Qiyuan was the first to lose his patience and rushed forward with his gun as powerful as thunder.

"Come!"

boom!
Suddenly, there was a thunderous explosion in the alley. Chen Qiyuan held the gun in both hands and tapped left and right to make two holes in the rain curtain. After two "bangs", his figure suddenly disappeared in the alley. Only the shattered floor tiles on the spot suddenly exploded and flew into the air.

In terms of speed alone, Chen Qiyuan was obviously a bit behind Yangshe Congyun, who was once the fastest swordsman in the martial arts world. But from Zhao Wumian's perspective, the swing of the black gun caused the rain curtain to suddenly move forward, like a rolling dragon python rampaging in the alley, opening its bloody mouth towards him, or like thousands of troops charging together.

Although the speed was a little slower, with such momentum and explosive power, if Yangshe Congyun were to take over, he would be thrown away in one encounter. This does not mean that Chen Qiyuan can kill Yangshe Congyun in one encounter... but that this is the style of the Gun Master's martial arts.

Domineering and fierce!

Facing Chen Qiyuan, if it were any other martial arts master, the best solution would certainly be to avoid his attack and wait for an opportunity to strike. After all, being overbearing and fierce, with their aggressive moves, naturally also has the disadvantage of lack of stamina.

Wu Kui's physical strength is not infinite.

Chen Qiyuan knew that Zhao Wumian learned the spear skills from him, and he must know the subsequent changes of the Tianluo Spear better than anyone else. Therefore, he began to think about what move he should use to catch Zhao Wumian off guard when he avoided his attack.

But the following scene made him suddenly stunned.

But Zhao Wumian came here not just to defeat Chen Qiyuan... He came here to defeat Chen Qiyuan and make him convinced! No matter what tricks Chen Qiyuan used, he would never back down.

"it is good!"

Zhao Wumian shouted loudly and bent his body like a tiger. The white spear circled twice behind him. Instead of retreating, he moved forward suddenly, like a dormant tiger suddenly pouncing forward. Using the strength of his waist and abdomen, he sent the white spear in front of him and broke through the air!
I started with the newly learned Sada Liuxing.

The green and white spear bent like a whip at a terrifying speed, and the rain curtain that was hit by Chen Qiyuan was turned into white mist in the blink of an eye and exploded in the alley, and then it was faced head-on with the nine-foot black spear.

At the alley entrance, the shopkeeper and his wife and children ran away in a hurry. The woman held the baby in her arms, her face blank, "Why are you so panicked..."

Before he could even finish his question, a loud noise suddenly came from the alley behind him.

Boom————

The two were frightened and looked back in horror. A gust of air made of water mist broke through the rain, and the tables and chairs of the wine stalls, the awnings, the wine jars and even the walls on both sides of the alley were cracked into pieces, and then shattered into powder. Mixed with the gust of air, it looked like a black and white dragon python, rushing out with a howl.

One move to blow up the street.

The two men screamed in shock and rushed forward to protect the child, but they were still blown forward by the air wave and rolled forward a few times. However, the two top warriors in the alley were willing to take care of them and waited until the two men walked far away before officially fighting, so they only suffered some scratches and were not seriously injured.

Someone nearby heard the noise and looked over. The shopkeeper rolled on the ground for a few rounds, then helped his wife and children up and continued to run. To prevent accidental injuries, he shouted in alarm as a warning:
"Marquis Weiming and the Gun Master are fighting!!!"

A loud scream was heard outside, and the streets and alleys were silent for a moment, and then the whole audience was in an uproar.

Before they could recover from the news, they saw two dark shadows rising from the alley, one in front and one behind, which had already turned into ruins.

Although the two men fought because of grudges, they were not beasts who killed without blinking an eye. They knew that if they continued to fight in the city, most of the houses would be destroyed and innocent people might be hurt, so they rushed towards Poyang Lake outside Lushan Town.

Chen Qiyuan didn't expect that Zhao Wumian had such a trick. He underestimated the destructive power of the meteor and was slightly at a disadvantage in the head-on confrontation. His black robe was torn in several places, but there were no obvious external injuries. However, he was also shocked by Zhao Wumian's martial arts at this moment.

In his impression, although Zhao Wumian's current battle record is impressive, he is the leader of swords and the one who killed Tong Congdao alone, but years ago he could easily pick him up like a chicken, but now that more than half a year has passed, he has already been treated with new eyes...

Approval and surprise flashed across his mind, and Chen Qiyuan suddenly stepped on a house with his long boots. He suddenly raised his black gun from bottom to top, and the roof was blown off in an instant. Broken stones and tiles mixed with raindrops shot towards Zhao Wumian behind him.

After the head-on collision just now, the long Bibo spear is still trembling slightly, as if it is about to fly out of his hand, which shows how powerful the spearman is.

Zhao Wumian's palm was like a pair of pliers, holding the gun barrel tightly, his eyes slightly fixed, the tip of the gun drew a semicircular mark in the rain, and he flew forward and stabbed, as if he was going straight to the dragon's throat by suddenly piercing through the rubble from the eaves.

Although he was using a gun, as the fastest swordsman in the martial arts world, his speed did not decrease at all even after changing his weapon. Passers-by on the streets looked up and could only see a flash of cold light passing through the rain curtain. The speed was so fast that an inexplicable explosion was suddenly heard in the rain.

Chen Qiyuan was flying towards Poyang Lake. In terms of speed, he was obviously slower than Zhao Wumian. He was slightly surprised and wondered how Zhao Wumian could use a gun as fast as his mother's knife?
But when masters fight, speed and physique are not the key factors that can affect the outcome. After all, no matter how fast or strong the physique is, they are still warriors, not immortals. The gap is not big enough to crush the martial arts champion.

Although he was surprised, Chen Qiyuan's face remained calm. He rushed forward in the air and the moment he touched the eaves in front of him, he suddenly turned around and a sneak attack from the Metropolis, a gangster, shot out like a black snake.

It was an ordinary move, but it depended on who used it. When Zhao Wumian was about to lunge forward in shock, this time the carbine struck back but was the first to arrive, stabbing Zhao Wumian's ribs in a tricky way. It was difficult for Zhao Wumian to defend himself and dodge due to inertia.

Even though Zhao Wumian knew "Liu Wujing", he didn't want to let the nine-foot spear poke a big hole in his body, so he immediately changed his tactics, rushed forward and turned half a circle in the air, and the white spear in his hand seemed to be tightened like a longbow, blocking the Blood Scale Spear from the side.

It was as if a train that was rushing forward was hit by a huge rock on the side. Logically speaking, even if the Blood Scale Spear was not knocked away by Zhao Wumian, it should have been shaken to change its direction.

As expected, the Blood Scale Spear was knocked away, and it flew out of Chen Qiyuan's palm and flew to the side, but Zhao Wumian suddenly felt a sense of alarm in his heart.

"drink!"

Chen Qiyuan stomped his boots, shouted loudly, and suddenly pulled his black robe back. His figure suddenly appeared in Zhao Wumian's arms like a ghost, and he hit Zhao Wumian's chest with an elbow.

boom----

With a loud bang, Zhao Wumian suddenly flew backwards, leaving a white line in the rain, crashing into two houses along the way, and falling into the outskirts of Lushan Town near the city gate.

It was not until Zhao Wumian turned his hand and clenched the white gun and rushed into the street, the gun barrel was stretched to the extreme again, and his body flew backwards before the force was relieved. He landed and looked up.

Chen Qiyuan raised his hand and pulled in mid-air, and the Blood Scale Spear that was knocked away was sucked into his palm under the powerful internal force. It was obvious that Chen Qiyuan intended to send the spear... and that elbow to the heart was his counterattack.

Zhao Wumian didn't expect that Chen Qiyuan, the spear master, would voluntarily abandon his spear when fighting with him, and he suffered a loss for a moment.

When Xiao Yuanmu and Xiao Lengyue heard the noise, they jumped up in their clothes, climbed onto the roof and looked over here. Before the two women could figure out the situation, their expressions changed slightly.

Before Zhao Wumian could think about it, Chen Qiyuan suddenly rushed forward, following him like a shadow. He raised his gun and the rain curtain shattered. The tip of the gun was like a point of cold light, approaching him.

"Come!"

There were bloodshot eyes at the corners of Zhao Wumian's mouth, but his eyes were fanatical. His other hand tightly grasped the end of the gun barrel, and the veins in his forearm muscles bulged, as if he was swinging a long whip. The gun barrel, which had been broken to the extreme, suddenly made a "buzzing" sound, and collapsed forward from bottom to top.

boom!
Spider-web-like cracks suddenly appeared on the surface of the long street in front of him, and soon there was a muffled sound, and the whole street seemed to be lifted up, and countless pieces of gravel pierced the rain curtain, making a "whooshing" sound.

Chen Qiyuan's eyes were filled with horror, thinking to himself, "Damn, Zhao Wumian just came back from Huanzhen Pavilion for further study? How come his inner energy surged like the Milky Way falling from the sky with every move he made?"

Xiao Lengyue breathed a sigh of relief, but she was still more confused... Yes, this kind of trick that could blow up an entire street could not be done with brute force alone, it must be the release of internal energy.

When did Zhao Wumian learn all of Mo Jingxue's hidden skills?
These pieces of gravel contained internal energy and could not be dealt with head-on. Chen Qiyuan held the gun with both hands and swept it across. The powerful energy drew a large vortex around his body, instantly shattering the surrounding gravel into powder. A circle of water mist appeared between the rain curtain.

However, releasing internal energy to this extent would consume a lot of energy for those who were not masters of the Huanzhen Pavilion. Without waiting for Chen Qiyuan to catch his breath, Zhao Wumian thrust his spear straight forward.

Ding ding ding————

As the leader of the spear, Chen Qiyuan had basic skills. Although Zhao Wumian caught him in a small flaw where he couldn't catch his breath and looked a little embarrassed, he did not mess up his moves at all and raised his spear to block.

The streets that had long been in ruins were filled with the sound of metal clashing. Many martial artists jumped onto the roofs of houses and looked over here. They saw two figures shuttling back and forth among the rubble, and sparks and circles of water mist burst out in the rain.

Xiao Lengyue actually wanted to help, and was thinking about just launching a sneak attack and killing Chen Qiyuan, but Zhao Wumian had made a promise before, so she couldn't go back on his word. So she devoted some of her attention to looking around, alert for Mo Jingxue who might be hiding in the dark.

But Mo Jingxue didn't see it, but asked her to find an old Taoist priest wearing a Taoist robe and with white hair and beard.

Gui Shan was staying in the inn and had no intention of running away. After all, he was only here to do a notarization. How could Zhao Wumian attack him without any explanation?

He heard the fight and jumped onto the roof, stunned.

Gui Shan knew that Zhao Wumian was a martial arts master who should not be underestimated, but everyone in the martial arts world knew that he was the sword master...but how could he fight the spear master so closely even with a spear?

He is proficient in all kinds of weapons? What kind of martial arts genius is this?
While they were stunned, the two of them had already rushed out of Lushan Town in the close combat, and burst out one water curtain after another on Poyang Lake.

Many martial artists used their light skills to fly onto the battlements and gazed into the distance. The town defenders should have driven these martial artists away, but they were so engrossed in watching.

When the defenders thought that the gunman who was fighting with the gun leader was actually Wei Ming Hou of their court, they couldn't help but straighten their chests, and their brains, which were a little sleepy due to the night shift, instantly became clear.

With Wei Ming Hou in Lushan Town, which gangster dares to act so recklessly?
Bang bang bang————

A silver moon hangs high over Poyang Lake. Under the moon, two warriors are fighting fiercely. The sparks from their guns flash a beautiful halo under the moon.

The two men's fighting energy leaked out, and the water of Poyang Lake surged violently. Some fish were shaken out of the lake, and before they could fall into the water, the energy transformed them into a blood mist. The two men were almost swept away by the towering water, which drowned their sight and made it impossible to see Mount Lu in the distance.

With Chen Qiyuan's vision, he could see that although Zhao Wumian's spear skills were very high, the charm of each skill was different. Sometimes it seemed like he was using a star-picking spear, and sometimes it seemed like he was using a moon-folding magic. It was obvious that he had mixed his sword skills into his spear skills.

But the foundation is still his Tianluo Spear... After all, this is the first spear technique that Zhao Wumian learned, and the foundation is here.

Zhao Wumian's talent in martial arts is beyond doubt, and his Tianluo Spear may not be much worse than Chen Qiyuan's. However, facing the martial arts that he had improved time and again in Naraku Hongsi to unify the northern and southern spear techniques, Chen Qiyuan can still keenly grasp the subtle opportunity of battle.

Chen Qiyuan stepped on the lake surface with his long boots as if walking on flat ground. He used his inch strength to push Zhao Wumian's spear away a little. The spear tip suddenly made a shrill tremor in the night rain. There was no need to sweep away the surrounding water splashes. He stabbed forward in horror!
puff----

The Blood Scale Spear was behind the water curtain that rose into the sky, like a giant beast hiding in the sea. As soon as a dark shadow appeared behind the water, the tip of the spear pierced through the water. The water droplets and the spear tip sparkled in the moonlight, and a cold light came to Zhao Wumian in the blink of an eye!
With their ability to seize opportunities, if one of them fails to follow up and falls into a disadvantage, they can basically just wait to be snowballed to death.

For Wu Kui, being able to counter attacks from different angles is not a skill, but a necessity like eating and drinking.

The white gun was almost knocked away by the inch force, and the black gun followed closely and pointed directly at his throat. His expression did not change, he stepped back to create distance to buy a little time, his hands slid to the front and back ends of the gun shaft to block his face, and used the gun shaft to block the tip of the black gun.

Sizzling——————

Sparks flew from the gun barrel, and the grinding sound pierced Chen Qiyuan's ears. Veins popped out on his forehead, and he pushed forward with both hands. "Hah!!"

With a huge force coming from his hand, Zhao Wumian stepped back repeatedly on the lake water. The white spear was like a taut longbow, and the spear shaft was actually bent towards Zhao Wumian's throat. The skin on Zhao Wumian's throat could even feel the moist touch of the white spear shaft.

Once the tip of the gun slips out of the gun barrel, it will surely result in a bloody hole in his throat.

Zhao Wumian stepped back to relieve the force, and the two of them, one in front and one behind, left a groove more than ten feet long on the lake surface, like a dragon turning over.

Chen Qiyuan narrowed his eyes slightly, sneered in his heart, his eyes were solemn, and his hands suddenly pressed down.

Stab————

The tip of the black spear slid across the shaft of the white spear, leaving a spark and even a scratch visible to the naked eye, before it hit Zhao Wumian's chest, causing blood to splatter everywhere.

If nothing unexpected happened, Zhao Wumian’s chest would be pierced the next moment, announcing his defeat… A sword master came to compete with a spear master in spearmanship, and his defeat was actually expected by the people in the martial arts world.

But Zhao Wumian's sword had already allowed him to see through Chen Qiyuan's movements. His hands pressed down the white spear almost in unison with Chen Qiyuan's movements, with the spear shaft pressing on the tip of the black spear, leaving only a trace of blood on Zhao Wumian's chest before smashing into the lake.

Chen Qiyuan thought to himself that something was not good. Zhao Wumian's reaction was so quick. He was about to raise his gun with both hands, but Zhao Wumian in front of him suddenly stepped forward and stomped his feet down.

The black gun hit Poyang Lake, splashing water everywhere. The lake water rushed up, covering the sky and the moon, almost drowning the two people.

While suppressing the Blood Scale Spear, Zhao Wumian suddenly rushed forward, breaking the water, and crashed into Chen Qiyuan's arms. He bent his knees and raised them up, and hit Chen Qiyuan's chest with his knee like a wall-ramming attack.

boom----

A trace of surprise flashed in Chen Qiyuan's eyes. The distance was too close and there was no room for response. He felt a pain in his chest, and before he flew out, he spat out a mouthful of blood.

Immediately, the black robe on his body suddenly exploded, and the whole person flew backwards. After hitting five water holes on the lake surface, before Chen Qiyuan could slow down his strength to maintain his center of gravity, Zhao Wumian let out a long roar and jumped high.

“It’s not over yet!”

Zhao Wumian held the white spear high in both hands, his robe fluttering.

His figure spun several times in the air like a waterwheel, and the white spear was stretched to its limit, the tip of the spear reflected the moonlight, forming a dazzling cold ring in the night sky, as if it had merged with the full moon in the night sky, and it was so fast that it was like a falling meteor, and it rushed towards Chen Qiyuan!
Another blast of meteor!
Chen Qiyuan didn't have time to get up yet, but in a fight between martial arts masters, the competition was about who could gain the upper hand first and then snowball from there. Otherwise, they wouldn't be so worried about sneak attacks from masters of the same level.

There was blood at the corner of Chen Qiyuan's mouth, and he knew in his heart that if he was hit by this gun, even if he didn't die, he would be seriously injured and would have no chance of winning.

But even if he could survive this move, he would be suppressed next time. Unless Chen Qiyuan could seize a flaw in Zhao Wumian and turn the tide, victory or defeat would be a matter of time.

Although Wu Kui's ability to seize opportunities is top-notch, Zhao Wumian is also Wu Kui. Why would he let you know of his flaws?

But Chen Qiyuan, a prodigal son who had turned over a new leaf, squeezed out his potential between life and death by kicking other martial arts champions everywhere. Even though he was lying on the lake and had no time to get up, he was not panicked when he saw the spear. His eyes suddenly focused, and he clenched the spear in his palm and stabbed it suddenly.

Everyone could see that Chen Qiyuan had lost, but no one expected that this shot, which seemed like a dying needle stab, was actually just right and pierced the slightly weaker part of the gun shaft.

This only proves that Chen Qiyuan is worthy of the title of spear master, as he can attack the enemy's weak points sensitively even in a situation where the enemy can't even stand up.

But Zhao Wumian was so powerful that even though Chen Qiyuan had excellent eyesight, Zhao Wumian could only knock the Blood Scale Spear away and then knock him away entirely.

But in the stunned eyes of everyone present, the barrel of the Bi Bo Bai Spear made a "crack" sound and broke on the spot.

Not to mention the onlookers, even Zhao Wumian did not expect that this precious spear obtained from the hands of Prince Jin would break so cleanly.

The only person who could have anticipated this was Chen Qiyuan, the leader of the gun gang.

If we look at it from a metaphysical perspective, this might be the spirit of King Jin in heaven helping his brother, but unfortunately this is obviously not that magical.

It is true that Zhao Wumian is an expert in spearmanship, but he is used to using knives and lacks a certain understanding of spears. He has no idea that he uses spears in such a way every time. Although his Qi is strong enough to overturn a street with one move, it can cause great damage to the spear.

Weapons will also wear out. If you are not careful when fighting with others, it is common for weapons to break.

If the Bi Bo Bai Spear was a magical weapon like the Wu Hen Sword or the Xue Lin Spear, it would be fine. But unfortunately, although the Bi Bo Bai Spear is a magical weapon that is hard to find in the world, it is still a level lower than the Wu Hen Sword.

For ordinary people in the martial arts world, Bi Bo is a family heirloom worth a fortune, but when fighting with Wu Kui, a random burst of energy can split mountains and crack rocks...it seems that Bi Bo can't keep up with Zhao Wumian.

Chen Qiyuan always sleeps with his gun in his arms. He knows his own Blood Scale Spear well, so he can naturally see the limits of Zhao Wumian's Bi Bo Spear.

Take advantage of the weapon... This is his only remaining chance, and also the only loophole Zhao Wumian left for him.

It is to avoid this situation that everyone in the martial arts world desires to obtain a magic weapon.

Pfft————

After the Blood Scale Spear pierced the Green Wave Spear in half, it continued to move forward and pierced into Zhao Wumian's lower abdomen, causing blood to splatter everywhere.

Xiao Yuanmu, who was standing on the battlement and gazing into the distance, had a slightly changed expression, but saw that Zhao Wumian reacted very quickly and kicked the tip of the white spear that was blown away.

The tip of the gun was like a dagger, suddenly pointing downward, and a silver light flashed.

Although Chen Qiyuan gained an advantage with one move, he didn't have time to get up. Seeing this, he could only hastily turn sideways to avoid the vital points.

The tip of the gun pierced his shoulder. Zhao Wumian took this opportunity to fly backward. The Blood Scale Gun moved in and out of his lower abdomen in the blink of an eye, leaving a streak of blood.

"Don't you need a knife yet?!" Chen Qiyuan jumped up, stomped his feet on the lake surface, and approached Zhao Wumian like a shadow, ignoring the wound on his shoulder and said loudly.

Zhao Wumian was defeated by weapons, not because of the war. Anyway, the two of them were not fighting for the plaque of spear champion, so Zhao Wumian could still fight with a knife.

But because Bi Bo was damaged, they had to start over and find an opportunity again, so the two of them were back to the starting line.

Zhao Wumian said nothing upon hearing this, and just flew backwards.

Chen Qiyuan snorted coldly, and just giving him a reminder was the most he could do. Since this was the enemy who killed his father, there was no way he would show mercy because of their past friendship.

Therefore, Zhao Wumian had not flown more than a few feet when a black spear suddenly appeared at his side, shining coldly like a star.

If you fight with a long sword or a nine-foot spear, you will naturally be at a disadvantage, not to mention fighting with bare hands.

But with Zhao Wumian's body skills, when he saw the black spear coming, he leaped several inches and actually passed by the tip of the spear lightly, using the force to fly outwards. Everyone on the battlement was frightened, fearing that Zhao Wumian would be pierced by the spear in the next second.

Zhao Wumian flew into the air and placed one hand on his lips.

"call out----"

The sound of whistles spread all around. Chen Qiyuan frowned and snorted coldly. After the Blood Scale Spear drew a white line in the rain, his body suddenly raised up, and the spear came out like a dragon, stabbing at Zhao Wumian again.

Now that Zhao Wumian has no weapon, even with Chen Qiyuan's spear skills, it is impossible for him to get close to him with bare hands. After all, although Zhao Wumian's boxing and palm skills are not bad, they are definitely worse than his swordsmanship.

It can be said that as the blue waves broke, the situation immediately reversed.

Ta-da, ta-da————

But at this moment, the sound of horse hooves came from the shore, like thunder coming out of the blue.

Chen Qiyuan glanced to the side and saw that it was Zhao Wumian's white horse that heard the noise, rushed out of the city gate, and galloped towards Poyang Lake.

On the side of the saddle bag, there was a gun wrapped in black cloth.

Zhao Wumian still wants to defeat him with his marksmanship?
Chen Qiyuan was a little surprised, but then he let out a long, slightly fanatical roar and said the word "good" three times in a row.

"Good! Good! Good!! It seems that Wei Ming Hou wants to defeat my spear master head-on... Come on!"

The black gun was approaching Zhao Wumian's back faster. He turned gracefully in the air, and the tip of the gun drew a line of blood on his shoulder. Then his long boots stomped heavily on Chen Qiyuan's forearm when he was blocking. In the blink of an eye, he had opened up a distance of ten feet between him and Chen Qiyuan.

Everyone was in an uproar, their eyes twitching, thinking that Wei Minghou was simply walking on a tightrope, and he would be stabbed to death if he wasn't careful.

"hiss--"

The white horse seemed to sense the danger of its owner, and it ran to the shore without slowing down at all. You could see its muscles bulging under the saddle. It let out a long whistle, and suddenly leaped away, rushing straight into the lake.

The Jade Lion of Zhaoye leaped ten feet high. Someone looking up from below saw a white horse walking on the moon.

Zhao Wumian flew down, bent like a tiger and half-crouched on the horse's belly. He raised his hand to grasp the spear wrapped in black cloth, and with a shake of his palm, the black cloth broke into pieces.

With his back to the moonlight, people could not see his face clearly, they could only see the gun flashing a faint cold light under the moonlight.

Chen Qiyuan was flying in the air, his eyes narrowed, looking at the gun in Zhao Wumian's hand, and suddenly he saw Zhao Wumian lying on the horse like a crouching dragon and a tiger, holding the gun with both hands, the straight gun body was the same color as the water and sky, forming a straight line.

Chen Qi was more familiar with the starting move of this move than anyone else...his Tianluo Spear!
call out----

Zhao Wumian under the moon suddenly disappeared, and then a cold light pierced through the moonlight, like a meteor under the moon passing through the night sky, suddenly approaching Chen Qiyuan.

Chen Qiyuan's pupils shrank.

What a fast gun!

This was his Tianluo spear, but he had never seen such a fast gun.

He saw it tonight.

This is not his Tianluo Spear, it belongs to Zhao Wumian.

Pfft————

The spear pierced into Chen Qiyuan's lower abdomen without losing momentum, and nailed him into Poyang Lake!

Plop————

The splashes of water mixed with blood rushed up into the sky, covering the sky and the moon.

The silver saddle shines on the white horse, rustling like a shooting star!
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I wrote five or six hundred more words, and I don’t want to be paid with Qidian coins.

Qiu Guan is quite conscientious.

(End of this chapter)