A master of comedy!

Chapter 53 Dual Mastery of Gun and Sword
As soon as the name Zhao Zilong was uttered, the figure on the stage suddenly raised his eyes, his gaze sharp and imposing, his courage as fierce as a hero.

The two feathers trembled gently, like a dragon soaring into the clouds.

"I--"

Just as Zhou Sheng was about to introduce himself, his dantian suddenly exploded with magical power, making his hair stand on end and giving him a sense of crisis.

Whoosh! !

The next moment, a gleaming silver spear flew through the air like a silver lightning bolt tearing through the darkness. The whistling wind from the spear scattered the hair at Zhou Sheng's temples from three feet away.

He darted from the Kun position to the Li position, pulling the red thread, and stood in front of it, while the bright silver spear grazed his forehead.

A strand of hair slowly drifted down.

hum!
The silver spear trembled, held firmly in one hand. The shaft was wrapped with silver thread, and the tip was adorned with a red tassel. It vibrated and hummed.

This shot was swift and fierce, like a thunderbolt, and contained a hidden force that could collapse, entangle, shake, and explode. Even someone with superhuman strength would not be able to catch it.

But Zhou Sheng's hands were like iron, gripping the gun's butt tightly and pinning it firmly in his palm.

His eyes became bright and sharp, with his pupils slightly square; he had already opened his Dharma Eye.

Feeling the burning sensation in his palm, Zhou Sheng's heart stirred. The skill of his opponent was evident from the precision of that single shot.

He twitched his ear and seemed to hear the sound of horses' hooves and war drums.

A aria burst forth like a thunderclap, soaring straight to the heavens.

"Swords flash like frost, horses gallop like the wind!"

"A lone rider breaks through the encirclement of Changban!!"

In an instant, he saw a figure rise into the air, with flags billowing like waves behind him, and a slender, fair hand resting on the hilt of the sword at his waist.

With a clear and melodious sword cry, a bright sword light, like a rainbow piercing the sun, slashed down towards Zhou Sheng.

A powerful and valiant aura emanates from them, surging and overwhelming.

In a daze, Zhou Sheng felt as if he were truly on an ancient battlefield, seeing the figure of the silver spear and white horse, charging in and out of the enemy ranks seven times.

Zhao Zilong single-handedly rescued his lord!
In the nick of time, he brandished his spear, its red tassels blooming, and dodged the sword with a Bagua step, the tip of his spear nodding like a phoenix.

The phoenix nods three times, striking the eyes and throat respectively. No matter which one it strikes, it is enough to cripple the opponent instantly.

But Zhao Zilong's movements were incredibly fast. He dodged two spears with a quick left and right movement, then blocked the last spear with his longsword.

Not a single step was retreated!

Not only did he not retreat, but he even dared to press forward, sword against gun, the blade and the gun rubbing together to create a scorching spark.

Those sharp, heroic eyes almost made Zhou Sheng think he had met a real general.

He released the gun with one hand, and then stepped forward, pressing his hand against the other's Qinggang sword.

His eyes were as deep as an abyss, and due to the influx of a large amount of magical power, his pupils seemed to glow with a faint light.

Just as the sword tip was only half an inch away from his neck, Zhou Sheng's hand landed on the hilt of the other man's sword.

The sword rang out, then abruptly stopped.

Their eyes met, like two swords clashing, sparks flying in the air.

One pair of eyes was sharp and spirited, the other deep and bright.

"Beautiful! Beautiful! Beautiful!"

Little Red Thread clapped his hands with joy and did somersaults while cheering.

"Zhao Zilong's Great Battle at Changban Slope Against Wudutou!"

Zhou Sheng's face darkened, then he shook his head and smiled, taking a few steps back and releasing his gun and sword.

The other party watched silently, without taking advantage of the situation to pursue.

"Without a gun, Zhao Zilong, no matter how good his singing is, would lack three-tenths of his heroic spirit. Wouldn't that be a pity?"

He slightly raised his hand and smiled, "Please."

He actually wanted to take the initiative to fight Zhao Zilong, who was skilled in both spear and sword, again.

A strange light flashed in the other person's eyes. He didn't speak, but instead flicked his feathers, brandished his spear and sheathed his sword. His heroic spirit was mixed with a touch of elegance, and his movements were crisp, neat, and full of charm.

Only then did Zhou Sheng get a clear look at his face, and a hint of surprise flashed in his eyes.

Is there really such a handsome man in this world?

The person impersonating Zhao Yun had a clean face, without any makeup, just a layer of foundation and a bright red dot between his eyebrows, so his true appearance could be vaguely seen. His eyebrows were as black as swords, his eyes as cold as stars, his nose as straight as a hanging gall, and his face as jade as a basin.

How can one word, "handsome," possibly describe him?

Zhou Sheng had to admit that the other party made him feel a sense of threat in terms of appearance.

Well, at most only a trace.

Zhao Zilong nodded slightly to Zhou Sheng, then his eyes flashed like lightning. He lifted the hem of his armor with his left hand, pointed his spear diagonally at the ground with his right hand, and took a T-stance, making a gesture of lifting his armor.

The general doesn't remove his armor; he picks up his spear and mounts his horse again!
Zhou Sheng's eyes narrowed, knowing that the other party was about to attack again. He immediately held his breath and focused all his attention.

The opponent was also a ghost, and a fierce and powerful one at that, with unparalleled martial arts skills. Its imposing aura was no less than that of the rampant soldiers in Qinggu County.

This shows that the other person was a formidable figure before their death.

Of course, Zhou Sheng dared to be arrogant because his cultivation had greatly increased and he was no longer the same as before.

"Holding a young master firmly in her arms—"

The opera tune rises again, this time with a newfound courage, as if a vow to die is born, even if it costs them their last drop of blood, they will fight their way out of the encirclement and protect the young master!
The next moment, the spear shot out like a dragon.

Any martial arts actor who dares to play Zhao Zilong is bound to be skilled with a spear, and the one in front of Zhou Sheng has already reached a level of unparalleled mastery.

But the red tassels fluttered like a burning crimson flame, and the spear shadows flew like a rain of pear blossoms, making Zhou Sheng feel a chill run down his spine.

He used the Bagua Step, dodging and weaving with lightning speed, and dodged sixteen shots in a row. However, on the seventeenth shot, his shirt was torn open at the chest, revealing the white lining underneath.

"Good marksmanship!"

Zhou Sheng knew he couldn't hide any longer. With his keen eyesight, he found a tiny flaw in the shadows of the gun.

The next moment, he stepped forward and kicked the gun with the force of a traditional Chinese opera kick.

In "Picking the Chariot," Gao Chong demonstrates this move while observing the battle formation to show his arrogant attitude towards the enemy.

Zhou Sheng's kick was so powerful that it bent the silver spear, making it seem as if the opponent could barely hold onto the handle.

He revealed a confident smile; his opponent's strength was far inferior to his own, and this kick should be enough to make him drop his grip.

Unexpectedly, the next moment, Zhao Zilong voluntarily abandoned his spear, letting the silver spear spin in the air, while he drew his Qinggang sword again.

Along with the clanging of swords, the second half of the opera tune also rang out.

"Holding a young lord firmly in his arms, the general displays his divine might today!"

Its sound was like jade shattering in Kunlun Mountains, or a phoenix singing in a phoenix tree.

The sword flashes like lightning, specializing in three techniques: "slashing, thrusting, and wiping," like the three waves of the Yangtze River, each strike faster than the last!
Zhou Sheng was forced to retreat once again, and even with his keen eyesight, he could not see any flaws.

As the three swords fell, the spinning silver spear fell to the ground, and he caught it with his backhand and did a somersault.

Holding a gun in one hand and a sword in the other, he charged forward once more!
With a sweep of the right spear to the lower body and a horizontal sword in the left hand, he spun and leaped, performing a cross-shaped leap. The spear's light and the sword's shadow were like the sound of gongs and drums, perfectly coordinated.

Zhou Sheng suddenly felt immense pressure and encountered danger one after another. He tried to grab the silver spear, but a sword flashed. He tried to trap the sword flash, but a long spear came at him.

Gun and sword combined!

After thirty-six rounds, Zhou Sheng gradually couldn't hold on any longer. A fierce glint flashed in his pupils, his eyes widened in anger, and he prepared to sing Zhong Kui.

All ghosts and spirits fear Zhong Kui.

Even without the Demon-Slaying Sword, he was confident he could defeat his opponent by singing Zhong Kui's song.

But at that moment, the other side voluntarily put away their gun.

Sheathing the sword and twirling the spear, the spear shaft is finally held vertically against the back, the left hand grips the spear handle, the right hand points to the sky with a sword gesture, the steps are taken with focused concentration, and the spear-sheathing posture is completed.

"You have no weapons, so I admit defeat for holding out this long."

After a pause, 'Zhao Zilong' said with a half-smile, 'You must be Fifth Master's disciple who wants to perform on stage at Juxianlou. Your kung fu is quite good.'

Zhou Sheng was taken aback, then realized that the Fifth Master the other party was referring to was his master.

He quickly clasped his hands in greeting and said, "My name is Zhou Sheng. May I ask who you are...?"

Zhao Zilong smiled slightly, and with a touch of江湖气 (jianghu spirit, a kind of chivalrous spirit), he clasped his hands in a salute and slowly uttered six words.

"The Phoenix of Yaotai, Yang Hongying".

Her voice changed from androgynous to a clear, bright woman's voice, like jade beads falling onto a silver plate.

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(End of this chapter)