Yunfeng and Zhang Mao went out at the same time, rode their horses and moved forward slowly, and stopped at the same time thirty feet apart. No one took the lead, but instead looked at each other to find the flaws and kill with one blow!

Yun Feng was still dressed in old clothes, wearing bright silver squid armor, dragging the iron spear on his back, with no sadness or joy on his face, but a hint of excitement appeared in his eyes.

Zhang Maoze was wearing a black se armor. The weapons he used were also long spears, black spears, black armor, and the violent evil aura emitted from his body, as if the demon god was reborn!

Especially the iron gun in his hand was much more powerful than what Yunfeng used. The gun body was as thick as a child's arm, and ordinary people could hardly grasp it. The gun head and the gun body were integrated, and a cold light appeared in the darkness, which made people feel heartbroken.

Moreover, the length of this iron spear reached 18 feet (18 feet in the end of the Western Jin Dynasty = 2.304 meters)! It was a much longer than the one in Yunfeng's hand. This length was the limit of the length of the cold weapon driven by the human body's physical energy. The spear tip was as sharp as the tip of a needle, and the two blades also reflected a pool of green light.

The whole big gun brings an incomparable sense of shock and oppression, and at the same time it makes people feel like they are in the hallucination of thousands of troops fighting with an iron gun! It makes people feel blood boiling and heroic!

Single-handedly, seven in and seven out, spearheaded, and blocked invincible!

Yun Feng couldn't help but praise him secretly and asked, "What's the name of this gun?"

Zhang Mao said solemnly: "The gun is called plum blossom, weighing 248 kilograms (one kilogram at the end of the Western Jin Dynasty = 222.73 grams). It was used by the Han general Huo Qubing when Fengshan Langju was in his hand!"

"Okay! It's a good gun!" Yun Feng praised loudly: "Zhang Mao, you should die without regrets. I will not let this gun insult you to the great reputation!"

Hearing Yun Feng's words unpretentious, Zhang Mao instantly felt anger and said disdainfully: "Who will win to death? It's not known yet. Yun Feng, don't let the wind flash your tongue."

Yun Feng smiled faintly, without saying a word, and a self-satisfaction appeared on his face.

"Hmph!" Zhang Mao snorted coldly, then calmed down. He knew that if this battle was defeated, there would be only one ending of death, and there was no second way to go! Thinking of this, a fierce aura emanated from his body, causing the soldiers on both sides to be captured by him, and both took a small step back. Zhang Lingyun and Liu Yueru also quietly rode their horses to the front of the formation, with their faces full of solemn se.

Especially Zhang Lingyun, the aura emitted by Zhang Mao made her feel a little irritated. She knew that her uncle was a martial arts genius. As a casual cultivator, without anyone guiding her, she stepped into the threshold of transformation through her own efforts and could not be despised at all.

But Yunfeng was not too busy, and he was still dragging the iron spear on his back. His expression was lazy, his whole body was loose, and there was no jing spirit leaking out, and no momentum was emitted, giving people the feeling... Well, it was like a dead wooden stake standing in the storm, no matter how strong you are, the sky was so powerful that I remained unmoved!

Zhang Mao secretly said something wrong. As the saying goes, "It's not enough to last long. Although it doesn't take much effort to activate the momentum, it consumes the spirit. As one goes down and the other goes up, he knows that he is already inferior.

At this moment, Yunfeng sang: "He can make him strong, the breeze blows through the hills, he can make him shine on the bright moon!"

Suddenly, Zhang Mao's heart was slightly shocked. He could hear that the poem Yun Feng chanted was a portrayal of Yun Feng himself, letting you waves, my clouds were calm and gentle.

At this moment, Zhang Mao felt like a clown, performing hard, but the other party didn't even look at it, and unconsciously, his momentum immediately vented three points.

Yun Feng laughed secretly. This sentence is Hu Chiu's words in martial arts novels. When you really face the enemy, you don't fight back. The breeze blows through the hills and the bright moon shines on the river. I'll make sure that you will be broken and your bones will be broken and you will die!

However, it is appropriate to use the momentum at this time to fight, because no matter how strong the momentum is, it can only shake people's minds and be confused and cannot directly cause physical damage. So Yun Feng recited it with a clever inspiration to disturb the other party's mind. Sure enough, Zhang Mao was caught and his mind was distracted for a moment.

Yun Feng seized the opportunity and shouted loudly: "Zhang Mao, come and take your life!" After saying that, he grabbed the horse's belly, dragged his spear and rushed towards Zhang Mao.

Zhang Mao also came to his senses in an instant and cheered himself up: "Yunfeng, I will take your life!" He also held the plum blossom gun in both hands and hedged Yunfeng with his arms flat!

Two rays of smoke immediately emerged from the street, and the distance of thirty feet flew in a flash. Everyone outside the field was hearted up. It can be foreseeable that a fierce collision would occur in the field in the next moment.

Seeing that there was still three feet away, "Kill~!" Zhang Mao roared, and with the huge rush of the horse, he was full of failure, and then Chengren was in a desperate mood and stabbed Yun Feng in the chest with a lightning shot!

Although this gun was simple and unpretentious, it was filled with all his spirit and spirit. It was unstoppable and unavoidable. Zhang Mao wanted to use this to win a battle to determine the country!

What's more, the plum blossom gun in his hand was three feet longer than Yun Feng's holding. As the saying goes, one inch longer and one inch stronger, it is thirty inches longer, which gives him a huge advantage in weapons, so he dares to take a risk. He believes that even if Yun Feng can block this shot, he will be in a hurry and will be difficult to block the continuous offensive. He should be able to take this person down in one go!

Seeing a little black star coming, Yun Feng's wrist suddenly flipped downwards and flipped again. The spear of Zhangwu rose from the ground. With the force of touching the ground, his arm took advantage of the momentum to swing forward. His other hand quickly grabbed the middle of the gun and drew a strange arc to meet it. This move was the ultimate move in Yue's family's gun: the long river fell and round! The gun was round, with no beginning and no end, and had the aura of tolerance. No matter how you attacked, it would eventually disappear under the afterglow of a round ri!

Immediately afterwards, Yunfeng used a horse iron bridge, his whole body was level with the horse's back, and with a "ding~!", he tapped the opponent's gun with the tip of the gun, and pushed the plum blossom gun upward for more than a foot.

"Si Liu~!" Two shots instantly passed by, bringing a long spark, and the two war horses also ran forward five or six feet apart.

Zhang Mao stopped and quickly turned around, but saw an incredible scene!

It turned out that Yun Feng suddenly slammed the reins and squeezed his legs again, "Still it~~!" With a neigh, the sweaty and bloody BMW under the seat stood up, and the two hind hooves strangely crossed their crosses and turned around incredibly.

This move took Yunfeng a long time to train it successfully, and he found that ordinary horses are not good enough, they must have spiritual horses, such as sweat-blooded BMWs or snow-clearing BMWs.

In fact, this move was useless, just to show off and show off! However, it was very different in Zhang Mao's eyes. After his killing attack was easily cracked by Yun Feng, he felt a little timid in his heart. At this time, when he saw the horse under Yun Feng's crotch, he turned around like a god-assisted help, and his aura was vented three points again. It can be said that Zhang Mao's aura has now lost!

Pulled by the qi, Yunfeng's aura surged, sweeping towards Zhang Mao like a storm. At the same time, he rode his horse and rushed over again.

After arrogance, Zhang Maoya bit her and shouted again, and went forward without dodging.

The two of them were ready to stand up. Seeing that they were approaching within three meters again, Yunfeng's gun power changed, and his hands were used to push the plum blossom gun in Zhang Mao's hand to the side.

As the saying goes, a kilogram of force is necessary. You must have a kilogram of force. You can use soft power on the basis of strength. Otherwise, it is just a joke. Yunfeng's realm is already higher than Zhang Mao, and his strength is naturally greater. Although Zhang Mao's plum blossom gun is nearly twice as heavy as the ordinary iron gun in Yun Feng's hand, Zhang Mao has lost all his strength and cannot exert his usual seventh level. When the two are defeated, Zhang Mao's weapon advantage is gone. In this bump and touch with each other, the plum blossom gun immediately swept away.

Zhang Mao was suddenly exposed at the space gate, and he couldn't help but feel shocked. He quickly shrank his hand and returned to the gun grid. At this moment, he saw a flash of black light, and then his chest cooled down. His whole body disappeared without a trace like water! He barely looked down and a pitch-black gun was inserted into his heart!

"Do you want to be a ban!" Zhang Mao's hand softened, and the plum blossom gun could no longer control it and fell heavily to the ground.

Zhang Mao shook his body, pressed the horse's back with one hand, barely holding his body upright, and pointed at Yun Feng with the other hand and smiled: "Okay, okay, I didn't expect that my Zhang family's civil strife would eventually get you cheap! It's so destiny..." Before he finished speaking, his voice stopped abruptly, and he fell down on his horse with a reluctance on his face!
Chapter completed!