"Brother Yu, be careful!" Xi Zhilan was very worried when she saw that Jiang An was vicious, so she hurriedly reminded her.

Qin Yu was stunned. When Xi Zhilan was concerned, she accidentally called out the name Qin Yu in her heart, which made his mind tremble.

So nice!

Xi Zhilan's face turned red and she secretly blamed herself. How could she call her... brother so casually? But she had already called her and couldn't take it back...

"Xiaolan, look at me, brother, why did I beat him to eat shit!" Qin Yu laughed, full of confidence, with his left hand yin and his right hand yang and his long stick suddenly trembled, and a big stick flower rose up.

When Xi Zhilan saw this stick flower, she thought to herself: "The power of this gun has increased more than ten times that night. It seems... there are still five or six phantoms with spearheads? Brother Yu's martial arts has improved so quickly!"

Although I knew that Qin Yu had officially advanced to the dark realm level, I originally thought that Shi Huang's Golden Needle Secret Art would have some weakness after forcibly advancing. But with this shot, Xi Zhilan had already seen that Qin Yu's realm not only improved, but also improved his strength and marksmanship at the same time, without any unstable realm.

"What a genius in martial arts!"

She could see that the ghost mace was also an old dark realm master, so how could she not know? She was shocked and stopped quickly, her two maces came out together, shouted loudly, blocking them.

With a loud voice, he stood steadily and took three or four steps in a row.

His skills are not inferior to Qin Yu at all, but because he despised his opponent, he was careless and failed to use all his strength completely.

Qin Yu was in power and refused to forgive others. He cheered up, stabbed and swept, combined the gun and stick, and continued to attack.

Jiang An didn't expect that because of a mistake, the pressure increased several times, and he wanted to turn over again, so he couldn't help but act.

He tried hard to block it, and his pair of copper maces flew up and down, picked, smashed, squeezed, pressed, chopped, chopped, and stripped. Qin Yu used sticks as a gun, but he was quick and quick in his moves, and his changes were satisfactory, and he was truly worthy of the title of ghost mace.

Seeing that he was so calm and had no flaws in defense, Qin Yu was very troubled.

After more than twenty moves, he has used all his skillful marksmanship. Depending on the situation, the ghost mace has quickly figured out his way. If he does not use new moves as soon as possible, there may be unexpected changes.

Jiang An suddenly became yin**: "Boy, you have no tricks, come on your life!"

Qin Yu sneered: "I'm afraid you have the life to take it, but I'm not going to have the life to spend it!" At this moment, his thoughts flashed rapidly, and there had been changes like lightning in his sea of ​​consciousness.

In addition to being proficient in the basic shooting skills of Baihua Sect, he also practiced two new shooting skills.

The Lotus Root Spear has learned a lot of tricks in the battle with Jin Wei, but the Lotus Root Spear is good at defending, and it seems to be dragging on the attack, making it difficult to achieve the dual effect of gun-like oppression and majesty.

As for the Ten-Secret No Life Gun, it consumes too much energy when used. His current skills are not enough to fully control it. At most, he will use the first four or five paths, and his internal strength will be exhausted and his qi and blood will boil and fall.

Amid this rapid thinking of actual combat, a few big words suddenly popped up in his mind for no reason: Eight or Nine Scouting.

In a blink of an eye, a spear was automatically formed, and a small man jumped around in his mind, and the tiny spear in his hand was using a powerful and fast spear.

It seems to have been engraved in Qin Yu's deep memories. Once you remember it at this moment, you will suddenly become very familiar and flowing in the sea of ​​consciousness.

The long stick suddenly changed its rhythm, and eight or nine stick flowers bloomed in the sky and the wilderness.

"Eight Streets and Nine Roads!" Qin Yu unconsciously pronounced a name, as if he had known the whole story of this move, and if he thought about it carefully, he was indeed familiar with the various changes in this move.

Standard hard-core shooting skills!

Jiang Yan shouted: "Ah!"

Xi Zhilan couldn't help but shout: "Okay!" she thought to herself, "The martial arts say: Hardness cannot last long, softness cannot be defended. Brother Qin Yu was in a difficult situation of attack and was about to reveal his flaws. He suddenly changed into another stronger gun-style suppression situation. It was really a superb tactic."

Jiang An did not expect this unexpected change at all. His two maces continued to parry, and one was unable to cover him. He was rubbed by the ninth black flower that had exploded unexpectedly, and his lower back hurt.

This is a gun technique, and it's just a shot. Although the gun head is temporarily gone, there is a gun god among them.

Of course, it was also because Qin Yu's black gun had no gun tip, so although Jiang An knew that he was using the marksmanship, he never really felt that there was any big problem with getting shot.

However, the essence of the secret recipe of the Baihua Gun is that once it is contaminated, it can no longer be washed away. While Qin Yu noticed that the stick had different shapes, his thinking had not yet turned around, and the back move in his hand had automatically followed.

"The wind comes from all directions!"

A typical gun-style that attracts wind, follows wind, listens to wind, and blows straight into the bones.

Jiang Han felt a sudden feeling.

The pain penetrates into the bone marrow.

A place is stabbed eight or nine times continuously by steel rods, and even thick rocks will turn into tender daisies.

The most serious thing is that all these nine "guns" were stabbed on the left back rib, and the last gun was almost stabbed into the flesh.

The skin was not broken yet, but two bones inside had broken.

Jiang Yan shouted, knocked his mace wildly, smashed his black stick, and retreated quickly with the force. Then he raised his shoulders and jumped up. His two maces pointed to the sky and the earth, and he actually pulled up two or three feet high.

Qin Yu looked up and looked up. His posture was upright and beautiful. He was a little surprised. This man's weapons were a little average, but his light body skills were really unique and floating like an immortal.

He smiled and reached into his arms with his left hand.

Xi Zhilan suddenly closed her lips and made a low sound of hertz.

A long cry suddenly sounded in the air, and a streamlined black shadow gradually grew from small to large, swooping down like a wind, and the direction was the rising shore.

Qin Yu had sharp eyes and recognized that it was the big black eagle raised by Xi Zhilan. He couldn't help but cover his eyes with his hands and couldn't bear to see it.

It is really useless to seek death.

Wow! Jiang Yan screamed.

He kept staring at Qin Yu's black stick, unprepared for the air strike on his head. He was pecked at the back of his head with a sharp mouth, and his brain was suddenly confused.

Then, his body tilted and he fell straight from the sky.

Plop!

The sound of heavy objects falling to the ground.

Snowflakes splashed everywhere, and red waves slapped the shore.

Then there was a painful moan, and it was loud.

"You can't even fall to death if you fall!" Qin Yu murmured twice. A rough estimate was that this fall was at least equivalent to falling from a three-story building. For ordinary people, 59% of them died directly, 39% of them had broken bones and tendons. From then on, they were severely disabled. The luckiest 2% would inevitably be skin and flesh, and swollen wrist and ankle joints.

Jiang Yan has unique skills and a profound foundation, but the result looks comparable to the 2% born lucky person!

He turned over and knelt down, pulled out his two maces deep into the snow, swayed and danced, and glared at Qin Yu with blood all over his face.

"If you have a road in heaven, you won't go!" Qin Yu sneered, "Down, fall down, fall down!"

The left hand moved, and there was a crisp and strange sound.

Xi Zhilan, behind her, suddenly buzzed her ears, her eyes burst into tears, and she hurriedly adjusted her internal breathing skills to protect her ears and ears, thinking to herself: "What kind of kung fu is this brother Yu? What kind of evil!"

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Chapter completed!