Face Zhang Heng with a shot.

    The boy was still calm and sat down on the only chair in the room.

    He just glanced at Zhang Heng at random and took out another folding fan of the same style from the storage bag.

    Then he stretched out his right hand and gently pulled it to the front of the long gun stabbed by Zhang Heng.

    A person who has just come out of the sea of Qi, although he has some talents in forging, the time of unique learning and practice is too short.

    Such a person stabbed a gun, do you want him to go all out to deal with it?

    In less than a year, he was promoted to a genius as a disciple of the Academy.

    Now his realm has reached the perfection of refining Qi, and his unique skill has been achieved.

    Such strength, where can a freshman compete.

    The voices of the people around him also confirmed his idea.

    "Zhang Heng is too presumptuous! With his strong physique, he dares to look down on no one."

    "He has only just gathered his energy, and he has only studied his unique skills for three or five days. What strength can he have to compete with senior brother Luo?"

    "There are always people who overestimate their strength and want a mantis to be a cart!"

    The young man, who was called senior brother Xiao Luo, heard all the talk, and a faint conceited smile appeared on his face.

    At this time, the folding fan in brother Luo''s hand collided with Zhang Heng''s gun.

    The conceited smile on his face disappeared in an instant.

    "It''s so strong!"

    Frowning, he wanted to take back the folding fan in his hand.

    But at that moment, there was a "poof" sound.

    In the light sound, the pure vitality of Zhang Heng''s gun tip vomited slightly.

    The exquisite folding fan has been shrouded by three forces: stabbing force, rotating force and trembling force at the same time.

    Under the power of Wuji, the first unique move of overlord gun, it turns into fly ash in an instant.

    The onlookers outside the door were stunned.

    "What''s going on?"

    "Why is brother Luo''s folding fan missing?"

    "Did you put it away?"

    Others can be in a daze, but senior brother Luo can''t. Zhang Heng''s "Wuji" shot is still stabbing.

    Already close at hand.

    "It''s a little interesting."

    Elder martial brother Luo finally became more serious.

    He rose abruptly.

    I don''t know when I have a sword in my hand.

    A sword as red as blood.

    The sword is long and eight feet seven.

    But slender, only one finger wide.

    The shape of the sword is very special. It forks at the tip of the sword, just like the forked tongue of a poisonous snake.

    The sword itself is like a red snake.

    When the long sword appeared, someone immediately shouted, "red practice blood sword!"

    "This is brother Luo''s Yuanbing."

    "This yuan soldier is a top-grade yellow weapon. It cuts iron like mud. Ordinary weapons can''t compete!"

    "Elder martial brother Luo even took out his own yuan soldiers!"

    "It seems that elder martial brother Luo is really coming."

    Elder martial brother Luo shook his red practising Blood Sword. Yin Hong''s sword body was really like a red practising snake, twisted and coiled, and instantly entangled Zhang Heng''s bin iron gun blade.

    Click.

    The forked sword tip of Chilian Blood Sword just bit Zhang Heng''s spear edge.

    "It''s over."

    Elder martial brother Luo looked at Zhang Heng opposite and opened his mouth coldly.

    While talking, the right hand holding the sword waved again.

    At the next moment, elder martial brother Luo''s face changed again.

    His face became cold, his eyebrows wrinkled, and his unhappiness had peaked.

    He thought that this time, with his strength up to the perfect state of gas refining, even if he didn''t use his full strength, it was enough to strangle the wrought iron gun in Zhang Heng''s hand.

    Even Zhang Heng will be seriously injured by him, smash into the house, be thrown out, lie on the ground in embarrassment, waiting for him to trample on it with his boots and ravage Zhang Heng''s disgusting face.

    Just like when he trampled on Zhang Heng''s companion Li Qi.

    However, everything expected did not happen.

    Zhang Heng resisted. He received a powerful blow from senior brother Luo''s first grade perfection realm.

    Moreover, Zhang Heng''s gun was still not stopped.

    Zhang Heng''s shot is still coming out.

    There was a sharp Ding.

    Zhang Heng''s spear has been stabbed.

    His gun is so fast.

    Elder martial brother Luo had no time to avoid. He only had time to block the ridge of the red practice Blood Sword in front of the tip of Zhang Heng''s gun.

    The bin iron gun hit senior brother Luo with a red practice Blood Sword.

    Although it has been dissolved by red practice Blood Sword.

    But what he didn''t expect was that a greater force slammed into him.

    There''s no time to run the air sea to resist.

    Elder martial brother Luo''s body was knocked off the ground and retreated rapidly.

    He felt his back hit the back wall.

    He felt at ease.

    As long as the back wall can block for a moment, his sea of Qi can condense enough yuan force to compete with Zhang Henglong gun.

    However, in front of Zhang Heng''s bin iron gun, the strongest back wall of all the wooden houses here has also become thin paper, which is difficult to resist Zhang Heng.

    "La la la!"

    The back wall of the strongest cabin burst, opening a funny humanoid crack.

    Zhang Heng stood in the human crack. He didn''t continue to shoot.

    Before his eyes was a steep slope.

    Zhang Heng looked down expressionless.

    The Seabuckthorn bushes at the bottom of the steep slope struggled together.

    It was careless that senior brother Xiao Luo was shot by Zhang Heng and fell into the bushes at the foot of the hillside.

    Elder martial brother Luo is standing up in embarrassment.

    The LOPA on his head had been lost, and his beautiful hair was tangled by the mountain wind.

    His long white shirt was torn by the fragments of the back wall and stained by the dust at the foot of the hillside.

    He is like a defeated cock.

    Elder martial brother Luo''s face became ferocious and cold, and he stared at Zhang Heng above.

    No more elegant.

    Everyone around looked at everything without saying a word.

    Seeing elder martial brother Luo as graceful as your childe just now, he has become as embarrassed as a beggar.

    Many people open their mouths, but they don''t know what to say.

    What happened in this moment has exceeded the limit of their understanding.

    The new comers beat back the talented senior brothers in the outer court.

    Such a thing never happened in their daydreams.

    "Damn you!"

    At the foot of the hillside, senior brother Luo clenched the red practice Blood Sword and stared at Zhang Heng with cold eyes like a poisonous snake: "I''ll make you regret what you just did?"

    "I''ll make you pay!"

    Zhang Heng looked at each other expressionless: "it''s you who should pay the price."

    Looking back, Li Qi, who is struggling to sit up in a pool of blood, is reluctantly smiling at herself in order to reassure herself.

    Look at his tortured ghost like face.

    Look at his twisted and broken arms and hands.

    Zhang Heng''s eyes were cold.

    He stared at elder martial brother Luo, walked out of the wooden house and walked to elder martial brother Luo step by step.

    With each step out, the sense of war in his body is strong.

    "I really thought you could beat me?"

    "I will let you know what kind of chasm there is between us."

    "Now I''m attacking the second grade of the gas refining realm. You''re just a mole ant. You''ve only been hospitalized for a few days."

    "I will make you understand what is called realm suppression."

    Boom!

    Elder martial brother Luo no longer suppresses his strength. The first product of the gas refining realm is perfect and infinitely approaches the second product of the gas refining realm. His strength is completely explosive.

    Buzz!

    The red practice Blood Sword in his hand was excited to buzz because it was full of the vitality of heaven and earth.

    Elder martial brother Luo clenched the red practice Blood Sword with five fingers and advanced towards Zhang Heng.

    Zheng!

    A deafening scream came.

    The two sides who came close again shot at the same time.

    The straight red practising Blood Sword intersects with the wrought iron spear in Zhang Heng''s hand.

    The expression on Zhang Heng''s face remained unchanged, and his sense of war rushed into the sky.

    The expression on brother Luo''s face changed dramatically again.

    He has just used 90% of his strength.

    This time he did not fly out.

    But it didn''t have the slightest advantage.

    He spent 90% of his strength, but it was only equal to Zhang Heng''s shot.

    At this moment, he finally understood what kind of person his brother had offended.

    A freshman who has just been in school for a few days can fight with himself to this extent.

    He was vaguely regretful.

    But he immediately dispelled the trace of regret from his mind.

    Then he struck a sword again.

    His sword seemed to suddenly come to life, twisting his blood red body, vigorous, fast, erratic, illusory and real, swallowing Zhang Heng''s throat.

    With this sword, he made the best use of his unique skill "spirit snake sword" at the Yellow level.

    In half a year, his spirit snake sword has broken through two levels in a row and reached the state of Xiaocheng.

    Even those who had never easily praised others'' College sword teaching were impressed and praised him.

    He didn''t believe Zhang Heng could escape his sword.

    Zhang Heng may not even touch his sword, but has been beheaded by his sword.

    Zhang Heng also shot.

    It is still the "Wuji" shooting method of overlord gun.

    Zhang Heng is like the most experienced snake catcher.

    One shot pierces all vanity.

    The point of the gun full of pure vitality pointed directly at the seven inches of the poisonous snake, Chilian Blood Sword.

    A ding.

    The gun and the sword intersect again.

    The dazzling illusion of red practice Blood Sword suddenly disappeared.

    Zhang Heng''s neck hasn''t been touched yet. In the middle of the sword, Zhang Heng has fired a gun to dissolve the moves of spirit snake sword.

    Elder martial brother Xiao Luo stared at Zhang Heng with an ugly face.

    This time, he has used 100% of his strength.

    This time, he also showed his strongest unique knowledge.

    However, he still didn''t win.

    He never thought about such a result.

    It''s totally unacceptable.

    He never thought about it and would not know that Zhang Heng''s cultivation has reached the peak of Qi refining, which is only a small step worse than him.

    He also didn''t know that his current air sea was the size of three fists, but Zhang Heng''s air sea was even bigger than the sea bowl, more than twice as big as his air sea.

    He will not know that his unique learning is only a small success, and Zhang Heng''s unique learning has reached a great success state, and Zhang Heng has even begun to try to break through a higher unique learning state.

    Elder martial brother Luo stood in the same place in a daze.

    Zhang Heng is not ready to let him go.

    "Wuji!"

    His long gun was handed out again without hesitation.

    Elder martial brother Luo passively uses his sword to resist.

    There was a sharp clank.

    Elder martial brother Luo''s face is even more ugly.

    This time, he was suppressed.

    Didn''t Zhang Heng use all his strength just now?

    So, where is the limit of this new life?