Twenty-Eight, The Doomsday of Gui Jue (Part One)

  "Be careful, Brother Yu!" Zhi Lan hastily reminded him, seeing that Jiang was being overly aggressive.

  Qin Yu was taken aback, and under Zhi Lan's concern, he unintentionally called out the name he had been using to refer to Qin Yu in his heart, causing him to tremble with emotion.

  Sounds great!

  Xie Zilan's face turned bright red as she silently blamed herself, how could she be so careless and call someone... brother? But it was already said, and couldn't be taken back.

  "Xiao Lan, watch closely, I'll make him eat dog shit!" Qin Yu laughed loudly, full of confidence, his left hand hidden, his right hand exposed, the long stick shook violently, and a huge stick flower burst forth.

  Xie Zilan saw this pistil flower and thought to herself, "The power of this move is more than ten times stronger than that night. It seems... there are also five or six illusory gun heads? Brother Yu's martial arts skills have improved so quickly!"

  Although I knew that Qin Yu had officially advanced to the Dark Realm, I originally thought that relying on Shi Huang's Golden Needle Secret Technique would still result in a somewhat forced promotion and a weakened state. But with just this one move, Xi Zhi Lan could see that Qin Yu not only had his realm elevated, but also his strength and gun techniques simultaneously and rapidly improved, without any signs of instability in his realm.

  "What a genius in martial arts!"

  She could see that Gui Jue was also an old dark realm expert, how could she not know? With a big shock, her footsteps stopped abruptly, both scythes came out at the same time, and with a loud shout, she blocked it open.

  With a loud crash, he stumbled and stood unsteadily on the shore, taking three or four steps back in succession.

  His strength was in no way inferior to that of Qin Yu, but because he looked down on his opponent and became careless, he didn't use his full strength.

  Tan Yongde's momentum is unstoppable, shaking his spirit, stabbing and sweeping, gun and stick combined, continuous attack.

  An Shi didn't expect that due to one misstep, the pressure would increase several times over, and if he wanted to turn things around, it wouldn't be easy.

  He exerted himself to parry, a pair of bronze hammers flying up and down, poking, chopping, sweeping, pressing, dotting, chopping, shaving, and carrying. Qin Yu used his stick as a gun, but he was suddenly hammering and suddenly sword-fighting, his moves swift and urgent, changing at will, truly worthy of the title "Ghost Hammer".

  Tan Yun saw him so calm and collected, defending himself with almost no flaws, which made him quite worried.

  After launching a fierce attack of over twenty moves, his skilled spear techniques had all been displayed. Judging from the situation, Gui Jian was also about to grasp his rhythm. If he didn't come up with new moves quickly, there might be unpredictable changes.

  "Ahah, you're finished, kid? Come and give me your life!"

  Qin Yong sneered: "I'm afraid you have the money to take, but no life to spend it!" In this instant, his mind was racing rapidly, and a change had already occurred in his sea of consciousness like lightning.

  He is proficient in the basic shooting techniques of Baihuamen and has also learned two new shooting techniques.

  Lotus Gun gained a lot of experience in the battle with Jin Wei, but Lotus Gun is good at defense and when it comes to offense, it becomes slow and can't achieve the double effect of gun style pressure and intimidation.

  As for that set of Ten Absolutely Lifeless Guns, it consumes too much energy when performed. With his current level of skill, he is far from being able to fully master it. At most, he can only execute the first four or five moves before exhausting his internal energy and collapsing from boiling blood and gas.

  In this intense and rapid thinking, several big characters suddenly jumped out in his mind: Ba Ji Jian Fa.

  In the blink of an eye, a shooting technique had already taken shape on its own. A small figure was jumping around in his mind, and the slender long gun in his hand was unleashing a powerful and swift shooting technique.

  It seems that the memories that have been stored in the depths of my mind for a long time, as soon as I think of them now, suddenly become extremely familiar and flow smoothly in the sea of knowledge.

  The long stick suddenly changed its rhythm and burst into eight or nine stick flowers all over the sky.

  "Eight Streets and Nine Alleys!" Quan Yu involuntarily muttered a name, as if he had long known the ins and outs of this move. Upon careful consideration, he was indeed thoroughly familiar with its various variations.

  Standard hardcore gunplay!

  "Ah!" Jiang Da shouted loudly.

  Xie Zilan couldn't help but cheer: "Good!" She thought, "The martial arts manual says: 'Hardness cannot last, softness cannot be defended.' But Brother Qin Yu was able to change his tactics at the critical moment when his strong attack was about to reveal a weakness, and suddenly came up with an even stronger spear technique to turn the tables. Truly a brilliant tactic!"

  Jiang was completely unprepared for this unexpected change, and his double hammers continuously fended off the attacks. One of them failed to block in time and was grazed by the ninth black flower that suddenly bloomed, causing a sharp pain in his lower back.

  This is gun law, a shot on the spot, although there is no gun head for the time being, but there is a god of guns in it.

  Of course, it's also because Qin Yu's black gun didn't have a gun head, so although Jiang knew he was using gun techniques, he never really thought that getting hit by one would be a big deal.

  However, the essence of the Hundred Flowers Gun Secret Manual is that once it's stained, it can never be washed off. As soon as Tan Yu detected the abnormality in the stick's movement, his mind had not yet turned around, and the back move on his hand had already automatically followed up.

  "Eight sides come wind!"

  Typical of inviting wind, following wind, listening to wind, and going with the wind type of gun style, the wind power blows directly into the bones.

  The shore suddenly became one feeling.

  Painful to the bone marrow.

  A place that is continuously pierced by a steel awl with great force, even if it were thick and heavy rock, would become as soft and delicate as a daisy.

  The most serious thing is that these nine "guns" are all stabbed in the left rear waist ribs, and the last gun has almost been stabbed into the flesh.

  The skin hasn't broken yet, but two bones inside have already been fractured.

  Jiang shouted loudly, his twin hammers went crazy and smashed the black stick, his body borrowed strength to retreat swiftly. Then he shrugged his shoulders, leaped up, his twin hammers pointed to the sky and drew a circle on the ground, and actually jumped up two or three zhang high from where he stood.

  Tan Yun looked up and saw that his posture was straight, his figure was beautiful, and he was slightly surprised. The man's skill with the sword was somewhat ordinary, but his light body kung fu was truly unique, as if floating like an immortal.

  The word "ghost" is indeed not an empty rumor.

  He smiled and put his left hand into his bosom.

  Xie Zilan suddenly closed and opened her lips, emitting a low hum of unknown frequency.

  Suddenly a long cry in the air, a streamlined black shadow, from small to large, rushed down like a strong wind, and its direction was towards the rising shore.

  Qin Yu's eyes were sharp and she recognized that it was indeed the large black eagle raised by Xi Zhi Lan. She couldn't help but cover her eyes with her hand, unable to bear watching.

  It's really helpless when someone is looking for their own way to die.

  Wow! The shore cried out in horror.

  His two eyes were fixed tightly on Qin Yu's black stick, and he was completely unprepared for the aerial attack on his head. After being pecked by the black eagle's sharp beak, his brain was instantly confused.

  Then, with a sudden tilt of his body, he fell straight down from the sky.

  Plop!

  A loud thud.

  Snowflakes fluttering everywhere, red waves crashing against the shore.

  Then there were painful moans, very loud.

  "You can't even die from falling off a building!" Qian Yun muttered to himself. Roughly estimating, this fall was equivalent to falling from the third floor. For ordinary people, 59 would have died directly, 39 would have broken bones and tendons, becoming severely disabled, and the luckiest 2 would still have had their skin ripped open and their wrists and ankles swollen.

  He has a profound and subtle skill, and the result looks comparable to that of those two naturally lucky ones!

  He struggled and fell, then sprang to his knees, pulling out the twin blades that had sunk deep into the snow. He shook them back and forth, dancing with rage, his face covered in blood as he glared at Tian Yu.

  "Heaven has a road you don't walk!" Qin Yu sneered, "Fall, fall, fall also!"

  The left hand moved, and there was a crisp, clear ring.

  Behind her, Zhi Lan's ears suddenly rang with a loud buzz, and her eyes blurred for an instant. She hastily mobilized her internal energy to protect her senses, thinking: "Brother Yu, what kind of kung fu is this? So sinister!"

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