Wu Sheng starts from strengthening

Chapter 24

Whirring whirring.

Holding the gun in both hands, Pan Ye swung the gun with himself as the center of the circle, and the whole spear instantly turned into a spinning silver windmill, enveloping the seven people in front of him.

This is the heavenly leaning force in the Benlei spear technique, it is the best at fighting in groups, and of course, it also consumes the most energy.

clang clang clang!

The seven of them waved their weapons together to block Pan Ye's attack, but due to the disparity in strength, they could only see the flickering cold light, and then the weapons were smashed by the guns, and the "Windmill" carried the momentum unabated. The all-destroying aura devoured them.

Puff puff puff.

The fragments of the weapon and the splashed blood reflected each other in the mid-air, and splashed all over the ground with clangs.

After just one meeting, the seven of them fell to the ground, not knowing whether they were alive or dead.

Just when Pan Ye stopped spinning and was about to let out a breath of turbid air slowly, he heard three screams of "swish, swish" suddenly coming from his left front, and three flashes were reflected in his eyes. Dark arrows.

Pan Ye's pupils shrank slightly, and Lin Yi was behind him. He didn't dare to avoid it, let alone neglect it. He raised his gun with all his strength to block it.

"too fast."

clang clang!

He tried his best to block two arrows, and another arrow slashed across his shoulder, and the arrow slanted into the masonry ground, the wings at the tail were still trembling.

Tick ​​tock.

Blood dripped from the shoulder wound on the ground.

Pan Ye's muscles contracted to stop the bleeding, and his heart sank slightly:
"This kind of strength is a body-forging realm warrior. I don't know how many people there are."

The other dozen or so people were not in a hurry to attack, but brandished their weapons to gradually shrink the encirclement.

Before he had time to think about it, "嗖嗖", the same three arrows flew towards him again, this time targeting the three girls behind him.

"It's despicable."

Pan Ye frowned, trying to stop him.

Suddenly, on the right side, a silver-white sword shadow stabbed at his abdomen like a poisonous snake hiding in the dark and hunting.

This tricky and ruthless swordsmanship seemed familiar.

"Oops, it's too late."

He realized in his heart that he had fallen into a trap.

Pan Ye blocked the soft sword with one pistol, and moved his body. With the other hand, he barely blocked a feathered arrow, and there were two left. He could not dodge or retreat.

puff.

A feather arrow entered his body, and he couldn't help but groan.

The Feather Arrow shot into his chest with a powerful penetrating force, and the arrow tip sank into his chest along the rib gap, tearing the flesh and blood until it pierced through the back chest, protruding a section, leaving only a tail wing outside the front chest.

"Edict!"

A cold voice sounded from behind,

"Pan Huwei, you can meet the enemy with peace of mind, and leave us alone."

I saw a yellow talisman floating in front of Lin Mingke. The talisman exuded a faint golden light and turned into a golden light curtain as thin as a cicada's wings, which could cover the three of them.

"Hey, this is the body protection talisman of the Immortal Family. It really has a lot of calculations. I didn't expect Miss Lin to be a monk."

A voice of surprise came from the masked mouth holding a soft sword.

"Go first, retreat to the inner city, and call the soldiers on duty. I will fight and retreat. They dare not stay too long."

The three girls nodded, without any unnecessary nonsense, they ran straight towards the inner city with the light curtain on them.

"You have to be careful too." Lin Yi who was running turned her head to look at the feathered arrow that sank into Pan Ye's chest, and shouted.

The enemy didn't stop them from escaping, but all speeded up their formation to surround Pan Ye.

They didn't dare to provoke Pan Ye, they just stood aside and bluffed.

Pan Ye ignored the miscellaneous fish and kept his eyes fixed on the masked man.

For the past ten days, he has studied hard every day, whether it is his understanding of marksmanship or his practice progress, he is no longer the rookie who just started training half a month ago.

With no scruples on his back, he was no longer careful, his whole body was full of energy and blood, and surging power rushed all over his body.

His arm muscles swelled, and the explosive force turned into powerful kinetic energy, concussing the spear.

The trembling spear tip first appeared a little cold, and then turned into thousands of starlight in an instant, and dense shadows of the gun enveloped the masked man.

The masked man felt the terrifying power contained in the tip of the spear, and he didn't dare to take it hard. With a swing of his soft sword, he weaved a fine sword net to relieve the force.

Clang clang.

The sound of fierce gold and iron clashing kept ringing, and dazzling sparks burst out.

Guns and swords clashed for dozens of rounds in an instant.

The sharp tip of the spear was like a dragonfly touching water, lightly tapping the tip of the masked man's sword.

With a muffled snort, he retreated several feet, his eyes filled with disbelief.

"You, in just ten days, you actually..."

"The feeling of suffocation in the chest is getting stronger and stronger, and the battle must be resolved as soon as possible."

Pan Ye's thoughts changed sharply, and an angry shout interrupted his words,

"Death!"

The spear stabbed out like a rainstorm of pear blossoms.

Whoosh whoosh.

On the low building obliquely in front, three sharp arrows wrapped in a strong wind and shot directly at Pan Ye's face, interrupting his rising momentum of attack, and he had to be distracted to block it.

"Okay, that's what's interesting."

The masked man laughed wildly, stood the soft sword in his hand in front of his chest, and shouted: "Secret Sword - Extreme Shadow!"

The muscles of his whole body were red, the white steam rose, his feet swayed, his speed increased sharply, and he brought up afterimages, and suddenly he was in front of Pan Ye, and the sky full of sword light was woven into a fine silver net, covering Pan Ye.

"Flying Stars!"

Pan Ye retracted the gun shadow, held the gun in both hands, and spun continuously, forming a screen of guns that twirled in front of him, disintegrating the sword light.

In an instant, golden sparks burst out from where the two collided, and iron filings flew.

The enemy's swordsmanship was fast and swift, even though Pan Ye tried his best to resist, there was still a slight omission.

Puff puff puff, there are more and more sword marks on his body, the white robe was cut into strips by the blade of the sword, the cotton wool flew, scratched the skin, and brought up strands of blood.

After another dozens of rounds, Pan Ye was already wounded and breathing heavily.

Unexpectedly, the masked man's face turned pale suddenly, his figure staggered, and he lost his menacing aura just now. Pan Ye narrowed his eyes slightly, struck the right moment, and fired with all his might.

The masked man resisted with all his strength, but his strength was exhausted. He was thrown backwards by the strong blow, and fell to the ground more than ten meters away.

"Cough cough cough."

Pan Ye couldn't help coughing out a mouthful of blood, endured the stinging pain from his lungs, walked slowly to the masked man with a spear in his hand, and lifted the mask off his face.

"It's really you."

"Ho ho, I really didn't expect..." The man named Ding Bo lay on the ground with a pale face, gasping for breath.

Time was running out, so Pan Ye stopped talking nonsense and stabbed Ding Bo in the chest with his gun.

Whoosh.

A sharp arrow with a strong wind deflected the trajectory of his spear.

Ding Bo took the opportunity to roll backwards and opened up a short distance.

Pan Ye raised his head and saw a figure not far away who was speeding towards him while holding a bow and shooting arrows to obstruct his movement.

After a few breaths, the figure jumped in front of Pan Ye.

Another masked man, with a longbow in his hand and a knife at his waist, protected Ding Bo behind his back.

He saw that Pan Ye was in a bad state at this time, so he casually dropped the longbow in his hand and drew the saber from his waist.

The long knife was out of its sheath, and the cold blade slashed straight at Pan Ye's neck.

(End of this chapter)