Chapter 227: Not strong
The sword light filled the sky, like a swarm of bloodthirsty snakes, cutting through the rain curtain and arriving suddenly.
Among the intertwined silver threads, there was a sharp blade hidden in it, which came out from behind and smeared towards Liang Qu's neck and throat like a poisonous dragon.
Binding with fishing nets, capturing and killing with harpoons, this was supposed to be a seamless cooperation that would kill them, but a flash of green light suddenly flashed in front of their eyes.
Liang Qu passed the gun body with four fingers, and Haoran's energy and blood, which had been entrenched in the Dantian for a long time, suddenly rose like a dragon. The light on the tip of the gun danced, faintly emitting green light, and with just a flicker, it pierced the surrounding sword.
"not good!"
Huang Jinghong's wrist seemed to have a lead weight on it. The big fish tied in the sword net turned over and shook off into a blue dragon, and the net was torn apart during the struggle.
Suddenly, the sword light collapsed.
Liang Qu took a step forward, followed by the gun, splitting the airflow, and stabbed Huang Jinghong, who was stunned.
too close!
The air around him seemed to suddenly become colder.
Huang Jinghong had no way to dodge or block. He tried to retreat, but it was useless. Liang Qu's spear was unforgiving and he pushed forward without hesitation of the sword flash from the side.
The green light on the spear tip was even brighter, and the roar of the blue dragon resounded through the sky, sweeping in, as if coming from the ancient mountains.
"Ziyan, save me!"
Such a desperate attack made Huang Jinghong's pupils shrink sharply and his eyes moved towards Huang Ziyan.
Soon after, Huang Jinghong died, and even killing Liang Qu was meaningless. Huang Ziyan immediately gave up the opportunity, turned his wrist, and struck the spear accurately.
The guns and knives intersect, and the waves move in different directions.
Huang Jinghong, who was out of danger, almost screamed for joy, but out of the corner of his eye, he saw Huang Ziyan's pale face.
At the moment of the collision, his hand was light, and all the sword light released was gone!
There is absolutely no power on the gun! Except for a slight jolt, like paddling through water.
This is a false move!
Damn it, why is there such an amazing momentum without power?
The two sides passed each other, and Huang Ziyan, who struck with all his strength, lost his balance and stopped in front of Huang Jinghong.
Liang Qu held the barrel of the gun with both hands, leaned back, exerted force with both arms, and drew a large circle with the ivory wood gun body, slashing towards Huang Ziyan's exposed neck with cold light, changing his attack and defense in an instant!
Huang Jinghong, who was behind him, stared angrily, burst out at the fastest speed in his life, grabbed Huang Ziyan's collar by the back of his neck, and violently retreated backwards!
Rumble.
Green light intertwined with electric light, and blood drops slowly fell from the black-gold gun tip. The blood-covered gun was quickly washed away by the rain.
The clothes were torn, the rags sank into the puddles, and were covered with a layer of mud.
Huang Ziyan felt a coldness in his chest, and then a burning pain. If Huang Jinghong hadn't pulled him, the shot would have almost cut open his ribs!
"So old and spicy."
After just one meeting, the two of them supported each other, and their backs were covered with cold sweat.
How could anyone have so much fighting experience?
Fighting to the death with your biological brothers while you were still in your mother's womb?
Liang Qu turned the spear, red tassels flew around, and rain mixed with blood spilled out. Without giving the two men a chance to breathe, they came again with their guns.
The sudden advance brought up the fallen leaves floating in the puddle, and Liang Qu's whole body's strength poured into the gun body like water. He took three steps forward, and the strength accumulated to its peak, and the raging murderous intent came towards him.
Huang Ziyan ignored the pain in his chest and turned his wrist to raise the sword to face the spear. Huang Jinghong took a step aside and flicked the tip of his sword to poke Liang Qu in front of the door.
The tip of the spear touched the blade of the long knife, and Liang Qu pulled hard. Dazzling sparks burst out mixed with the raindrops, and the blood accumulated on the red tassel splashed across Huang Ziyan's face. Without losing strength, he threw Fubo straight away and hit Huang Jinghong's sword next to him.
Huang Ziyan was struck by Liang Qu's spear several times, his mouth hurt, and his forearm trembled slightly. The same was true for Huang Jinghong, who was almost knocked off his sword.
The falling rain seeped into my mouth, making it taste bitter.
Liang Qu's shooting skills were ferocious, and his bursts of bursts made them tremble with fear, just like a tireless tiger.
sulfuric acid!
Liang Qu swung away his sword light and sensed everything around him through the rain curtain, almost always arriving first.
No matter which one of the two men is brought out to fight alone, they can defeat Whale Gang leader Liu Jie without any pressure.
But he is also not what he used to be.
The Zetao gives strength, the Yinglong Pattern gives movement skills, and the Mirage gives experience.
Any fight in the dream was a fight to the death, which gave him an unparalleled advantage.
Adding the three together, Liang Qu was able to compete with the two just by relying on ordinary means.
I can't say that the two of them are weak, I can only say that they are.
Not strong.
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"Boring."
Liang Qu made a sweeping move and forced the sword back again.
Boring?
Huang Jinghong and Huang Ziyan were stunned for a moment. When they understood, they became furious. The veins on the hand holding the hilt of the sword were exposed. They were about to step forward when suddenly a heavy fog came from the woods on the roadside. It was as thick as milk. In an instant, Cover everything.
fog?
How could heavy fog rise out of thin air?
The white mist, as thick as liquid, stuck to the sword and soaked the whole body, as dense as a thick white curtain. Every time Huang Ziyan's knife opened a hole, the crack closed on its own in an instant.
The two looked at each other, alarm bells ringing in their hearts. They leaned back and tried to use their breath and senses to explore the surrounding environment. However, they found that the fog was extremely unique. Even the breath could be covered, and Liang Qu could not be found at all.
Is it that kid?
Huang Jinghong frowned: "Wanxiang Martial Arts?"
"What Wanxiang martial arts can create such a heavy fog?"
"I told you I didn't have to wait, I didn't have to wait, but now I'm waiting for something to happen!"
Huang Ziyan was angry: "What's the use of blaming me now? Do you think I want it?"
"Something is crawling on my feet!"
Huang Jinghong jumped up from the ground like a frightened rabbit, but was pulled and staggered, almost falling to the ground.
He kicked his legs hard to break free, and looked down, the tentacle-like water flow collapsed into water splashes, and the scene just now seemed like an illusion.
"What the hell? Did you see it?"
Huang Ziyan said solemnly: "I saw it."
Huang Jinghong looked around nervously, and heard the sound of the tide surging around him, as if the sky and the ground were gathering water. He thought quickly, and suddenly his eyes lit up.
"I understand, it's an illusion! It must be an illusion!"
Huang Ziyan heard the words, thought about it and felt it made sense.
What kind of Wanxiang Fa has such an amazing performance? It caused a thick fog covering the area?
The fog, the water flow, the sound of the tide, can only be an illusion! It is a guidance produced by today's heavy rain!
Thinking of the golden eyes that Liang Qu had photographed...
He screamed: "Pupil technique, he has practiced pupil technique, we have been tricked! Quick, crack the pupil technique."
The two immediately urged their blood and qi to flow into the Niwan Palace, and tried to solve the illusion with a unique way of awakening the mind.
But when they opened their eyes again, nothing around them had changed, the fog was everywhere, flowing quietly.
The two looked at each other, their hearts heavy.
What a powerful illusion!
Ordinary methods can't solve it!
Body skills, horizontal training, spear skills, illusion, he is not even a crown, but has almost no weaknesses. Is there really such a talented person in the world?
The two jumped up and down in the fog, and the long spear suddenly pierced the white fog like water, opening a big circle.
"I caught you!"
Huang Jinghong and Huang Ziyan, who were originally jumping up and down, suddenly joined hands, the sword lights and sword shadows intertwined, the stream of light gathered into a torrent, and blasted into the thick fog.
The air flow danced wildly, and the thick fog collapsed.
The sound of the tide swept over, covering the sky and the earth.
The two were stunned.
They looked up tremblingly and saw the waterfall pouring down along the edge of the sky.
The black rain fell to the ground and surged up to the sky from the ground. The yellow muddy water collided with the white water splashes transformed by the sky, and gathered into a flowing water wall, reflecting and distorting the faces of the two.
Liang Qu stood on the water and looked down, like staring at two frogs sitting in a well and watching the sky.
He waved his hand casually, and the long spear floated to his hand along the water waves, pointing at the two people obliquely.
"I said, you two can't take me down."
The huge wall broke, the sound was like thunder!
Another lightning flashed in the gray cloud, and the dark blue spear light left his hand.
The sound of the tide and the whistling of the wind rose together, and the broken knife circled and flew several feet away, stabbing obliquely into the ground.
Huang Ziyan fell straight down like a kite with a broken string, his mouth full of blood spraying on the tree, staining the wrinkled bark red and soaking the black soil.
He stared wide-eyed and looked at Huang Jinghong, whose pupils were dilated.
Thousands of tons of torrents slowly dissipated in all directions and merged into the forest.
