Divine Mark

Chapter 66 The first confrontation
In the open space at the gate of the Qinglang tribe, the two confronted each other.

A bald man in a black robe holds a silver gun. The long gun Yang uses looks like it is stained with blood, hence the name - Weeping Blood Gun.

"Yu Quanling! The leader of the wolf riding and hunting of the Qinglang tribe, please enlighten me!"

The bald head announced his identity indifferently, his eyes were full of anger, and the spear was loosened and loosened in his hand. It can be seen that he can hardly suppress the anger in his heart!

"Yang! The third leader of the Shigang tribe hunting!"

Yang Chen said steadily!

"The third captain?" Yu Quanling echoed softly!
"Look at the gun!"

Yu Quanling took the lead in launching the attack.

With a flick of his wrist, the golden divine power enveloped the entire body of the gun, the shaft vibrated straightly, and the vibration of the gun head was huge.

A dangerous gun flower is coming to meet Yang Fei!
This silver long spear was obviously made of metal, but at the moment it seemed to be very soft when it was swung, making it impossible to recognize the exact landing point of the spear head.

Seeing Yu Quanling attacking, Yang didn't panic, seeing the timing, he fell back and easily avoided the fierce attack.

Yu Quanling walked quickly, and the spear followed closely. Almost in an instant, the tip of the spear had been lowered.

At the same time when everyone was worried about Yang, Yang seemed to have expected it, and the end of the gun stabbed fiercely on the ground. The figure that was about to fall, with this strength, actually retreated several meters out of thin air.
For the strong who use long spears, a suitable distance is conducive to exerting the maximum power of the spear.

Yang's retreat just happened to adjust to the most suitable distance. Yang grabbed the tail of the blood-weeping gun tightly, and the blood-colored gun shadow emerged. With a vigorous flick of the gun body, it swept straight towards Yu Quanling.

At this moment, Yu Quanling had just finished his attack, so it was obviously too late to close his gun to block.

Seeing it, he hurriedly retreated half a step away, grabbed the body of the gun with one hand, and supported the ground with the other hand, the spear formed a triangle on the ground.

"Oh!"

Yang's Weeping Blood Spear was made of hard material and powerful. It had just gone through a round of charging, and at this moment it ruthlessly struck the silver spear.
"what!"

Yang looked at the bent silver spear in front of him, and let out a sound of surprise!
Ordinary metal weapons, being swept by his blow, I am afraid that the counter-shock force can instantly shake the master's tiger's mouth and let him go out.

But at this moment, the silver spear unexpectedly bent a huge amount, obviously absorbing most of the power.

"it is good!"

Yu Quanling exclaimed!

The two started a new round of confrontation.

"Keng!"

"Chong"

The sound of metal colliding is endless. Although they are all guns, because the materials of the weapons and the marksmanship they practice are completely different, Yang is good at aggressive attacks, while Yu Quanling is better at flexibility and change. Let the two be unable to tell the winner in a short time!

The weeping blood spear technique of Yang's entry level can not only form a huge blood-colored spear shadow, but also has a special power-generating technique, which can greatly increase the power. At this time, it is fully displayed, and it does not lose the wind for a while!

Yu Quanling became more and more surprised as he fought. He could find that the guy on the opposite side had mastered the same first-grade martial art as himself, and he had the matching marksmanship, which made him a little jealous.

This marksmanship actually somewhat restrained his own "Thirteen Styles of Breeze", his martial art is actually a swordsmanship.

It's not that he doesn't want to learn spear skills, but that the Qinglang tribe doesn't have them. For attacking martial arts, there are only two jade slips, which are the first-rank low-level swordsmanship "Thirteen Styles of Breeze", and the first-rank middle-level boxing technique "Mang" practiced by the patriarch. Niu Jin", he can't use a gun as a fist!
"Thirteen Styles of Breeze" needs a certain amount of time to superimpose its power. Although his silver spear has great advantages in flexibility and unloading force, it also caused his lack of attack power.

This caused him to have certain shortcomings in attack in the early stage of the battle. After all, even the strength he exerted would be absorbed by the flexible gun body!

After riding the blue wolf, it is very appropriate to superimpose the "Thirteen Styles of the Breeze". At this time, he is on the ground, which will affect his strength a bit.

Every time Yu Quanling tried to stack his strength, he would always be interrupted by the opponent's powerful marksmanship, so that he couldn't do anything about the opponent for a while, so he decided not to hide his strength.

Before that, he only exerted a strength similar to that of the opponent. In fact, his strength was already close to 980 jin.

Although his physical body has been tempered to the peak, he still has the confidence to break through the power of a bull within a year. If he can successfully open up the sea of ​​gods by then, then he will be the No. 2 divine pattern warrior of the Qinglang tribe!
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Yu Quanling's marksmanship is getting faster and faster!

In the eyes of everyone, the silver spear sometimes twists and turns and is flexible, and sometimes it turns freely and has a light footwork.

The bald man's waist, legs and arms and wrists seem to be integrated, and the golden divine power penetrates the tip of the spear, forming a sharp edge. The sharp edge is as fast as an arrow when it goes away, and slender as a thread when it comes, and the spear is astonishing as a dragon.

"Good fight! Come on Captain Yu!"

"Pretty!"

The clansmen of the Qinglang tribe cheered one after another, looking fiercely for Yu Quanling to defeat the guy who smashed the gate of their tribe!

"Cough cough."

As Yu Quanling displayed all his strength, Yang obviously couldn't stand it anymore.

In just this short period of time, he has already left several shallow wounds on his body.

That part of hidden strength was like the last straw that broke the camel's back. Originally, he could interrupt the opponent's energy accumulation, but now he couldn't.

Originally, it was quite easy for him to block the soft gun, and his physical strength could barely withstand the counter-shock force.

But at this moment, the gun has increased by several tenths in terms of speed, strength, and flexibility.

This affected his original offensive process, lost his offensive advantage, and exposed his shortcomings in defense!

Just when Yang was barely holding on, the crowd of the Qinglang tribe on the opposite side suddenly parted ways!

A middle-aged man with a fat body and a shiny face appeared in everyone's sight. As soon as this middle-aged man appeared, the originally noisy Qinglang tribe became quiet in an instant. Obviously, this person's status is not ordinary.

"You two stop first! Just listen to me!"

Hearing this, the bald man hesitated a bit.

Yang didn't care about it, and still attacked fiercely. He didn't care who the fat man was. Although he was a little bit overwhelmed at the moment, he was extremely excited.

Just at this moment, he could clearly feel the realm that had been immobile for many years, and there was a sign of looseness, and his marksmanship was also verified and improved.

Zhao Yong glanced at the obese man curiously. After detecting the power of his soul, he could feel that this guy's body was exaggerated. people.

"Yang! Stop it! You are not his opponent for now!"

Zhao Yong stopped it, since the person in charge has come, there is no need to fight anymore!
"Yes! Four elders!"

Yang withdrew from the battle, and Yu Quanling also put away his gun when he saw Su stopped.

"If you have a chance, compete with our second captain!"

Yang Bu unwillingly glanced at the bald man opposite, he could feel that the gap between the two was not too big, if they fought to the death, it might not be him who died!Since Su can restrain himself, he must also be able to restrain the man in front of him!
"My surname is Wang, and now I am the chief executive of the Qinglang tribe!"

"Thanks to the great love of the patriarch's wife and several elders, the patriarch is not here, so today I will be in charge!"

The people of the Qinglang tribe seem to like to report their family background, and this fat man who just came out is also like this.

"Old man, the Fourth Elder of the Shigang Tribe!" Zhao Yong replied succinctly, then stepped back half a step, giving way to Qingyun Terrace beside him!
"Everyone came to my Qinglang tribe with great fanfare, why?" The manager Wang looked at the broken gate, his eyes were cold, and he scanned the people of the Shigang tribe fiercely.

At this moment, Yu Quanling on the side said a few words in his ear!
Manager Wang immediately put away that unkind expression again, obviously he is a man of spirit!

"What's the matter? You captured several members of my tribe yesterday, and you still dare to ask us what's the matter?"

"Today we are here to seek justice, and hand over my people as soon as possible!"

Qingyuntai took a step forward, shouted loudly with anger on his face!
(End of this chapter)