Monument Yangmen

Chapter 199 Guns to guns, just face to face (please subscribe!)

Zhao Hong hesitated for a while, but finally agreed to Yang Yansi's invitation.

There is no other reason, and the hunting heart starts.

When Zhao Hong took the stage, he was not in a hurry to start a fight, but praised Yang Yansi first.

"A certain family has never seen such a handsome spear skill like yours on a young man of your age. It's okay to compete with you for a while."

Yang Yansi raised his gun and cupped his fists.

"Please!"

Zhao Hong raised his foot and hooked a large gun from the weapon rack.

"Please!"

After saluting, both sides fired their guns almost at the same time.

"Medium level gun!"

It seemed to be an appointment in advance, and both of them used the neutral gun.

There are no cumbersome airs and moves, and some are just duels based on spear skills.

"This time~"

Zhao Hong's spear skills are obviously superior.

The spear stabbed by Yang Yansi did not hurt Zhao Hong at all, but the gun in Zhao Hong's hand scratched Yang Yansi's clothes.

"Great!"

Yang Yansi sighed in admiration, and continued to shoot.

The same medium-level spear, but this time the stabbing angle is more tricky, and it stabs directly at Zhao Hong's armpit.

Zhao Hong fought back, using exactly the same moves as Yang Yansi.

"This time~"

There was another sound of clothes being torn, and there was a big hole in the clothes under Yang Yansi's armpit.

"Come again!"

The two confronted each other head-to-head with guns against guns, without retreating, and without extra moves, they fought only with the word 'stab'.

In a blink of an eye, ten tricks have passed.

Zhao Hong was unscathed, but Yang Yansi had ten big holes in his clothes.

Yang Yansi had the feeling of being pressed and beaten by Zhao Hong. It seemed that Zhao Hong could see his intention to shoot every time.

He will avoid it early and fight back.

In this regard, Yang Yansi not only did not feel fear or fear, but felt eager to try.

Yang Yansi also didn't know why he had a strong desire to fight in his heart.

In the end, he could only attribute this to the warlike gene of generals circulating in his body.

"continue!"

Shooting the gun again, Yang Yansi no longer sticks to the basics of simple spear skills and leveling the gun.

"kill!"

With a flick of the gun body, like a green dragon, it soared straight up into the clouds, attacking Zhao Hong with an unstoppable momentum.

Zhao Hong's eyes lit up.

"Good marksmanship!"

In the face of Yang Yansi's strong blow, Zhao Hong not only did not hide, but instead went head-on.

"Shake the word!"

Zhao Hong fired his gun, the body of the gun shook, and Yang Yansi swung away with a quick blow.

"Clang~"

After receiving Yang Yansi's blow forcibly, the big gun in Zhao Hong's hand trembled slightly, and he felt a numbness in his palm.

"You boy has great strength."

"Eat me a shot."

Zhao Hong and Yang Yansi faced each other head-on, and suffered a loss in strength.

After all, Zhao Hong is a master of spear skills. In an instant, he started to attack, forcing Yang Yansi to defend passively, and completely refusing to give Yang Yansi any chance to exert his strength advantage.

The two fought back and forth on the stage, and the people watching were overwhelmed.

The person who had faced Yang Yansi on stage just now finally realized the gap between himself and Yang Yansi.

It turned out that Yang Yansi hadn't gone all out to fight against them before.

The two on the stage wrestled with dozens of moves.

Yang Yansi learned the lesson of being punctured just now, and when confronting Zhao Hong, he guarded against death and did not give Zhao Hong a chance to hurt himself.

The end result of this was that he was forced to the edge of the ring by Zhao Hong.

"Why can he always predict the direction of my moves?!"

Yang Yansi's heart trembled, and this sentence kept reappearing in his heart.

"There are flaws~"

At the moment when Yang Yansi was in a daze, Zhao Hong saw the opportunity, and shot across Yang Yansi's arm.

"boom!"

Yang Yansi suffered a heavy blow and let out a low growl.

"Roar!"

The burning pain stimulated Yang Yansi's nerves.

Zhao Hong's offensive continued unabated, and he did not give Yang Yansi a chance to regain his composure. The fierce offensive hit him head and face.

Blossoming spear flowers appeared in front of Yang Yansi's eyes.

Yang Yansi felt dazzled and overwhelmed with the big gun in his hand.

"呲~"

……

"呲呲~"

……

"呲~"

……

"呵啦~"

Zhao Hong's swift and fierce offensive caused wounds one after another on Yang Yansi's body.

The gown on Yang Yansi's body has been torn into pieces by Zhao Hong.

There were also signs of tearing on the obscene clothes.

Where the obscene clothes were torn, blood seeped out frequently, staining the obscene clothes red.

The more Zhao Hong fought, the more fierce the attack became.

The wounds on Yang Yansi's body also increased one after another.

Under the stage, the common people clenched their fists nervously, not daring to take a breath.

Mu Qing frequently beat Yang Yanzhao beside her with her fist.

"Your seventh brother is injured..."

"Your seventh brother can't bear it..."

"..."

"Why doesn't he admit defeat? If he admits defeat, he won't have to be beaten."

"If you are unwilling, you can go back and continue practicing martial arts, and get revenge next time!"

"You should say something..."

Yang Yanzhao's face was gloomy, every time there was a wound on Yang Yansi's body in the ring, Yang Yanzhao felt that someone had also cut a wound on his heart.

He knew why Yang Yansi would hold on so desperately.

This is all desperate for his marriage.

"Perhaps, he thinks that if I hold on a little longer, I will be able to win after I take the stage..."

Yang Yanzhao said bitterly.

In fact, Yang Yansi on the ring didn't think so.

At this moment, he only had one thought in his mind.

why?
Why did Zhao Hong see through every attack he made?

Is he not fast enough, or is his martial arts not exquisite enough?
"Bang bang bang~"

The big guns are colliding.

Yang Yansi seemed unable to hear the sound of the collision of the big guns.

Clothes are being punctured.

But Yang Yansi didn't seem to feel the cold wind blowing in through the remnants of his clothes.

……

Gradually, the obscene clothes on Yang Yansi's body were cut into pieces and scattered on the ground.

There was profuse sweat on his forehead.

His breathing became rapid.

Depressed!

Zhao Hong's marksmanship made him feel depressed, the crowd in the audience made him feel depressed, and even the air around him made him feel depressed...

Under the strong suppression, he really wanted to resist, wanted to resist desperately, wanted to destroy everything.

However, he felt that his strength was not enough.

Zhao Hong's marksmanship bound him tightly and airtightly, and did not give him a chance to breathe at all.

"roar~"

Yang Yansi let out a low growl from his throat.

He felt the blood in his body was flowing rapidly, boiling and burning.

Suddenly, he had an urge to destroy everything and break all shackles.

This impulse is constantly brewing.

But after brewing for a long time, there was no chance of an explosion.

Perhaps, he needs an opportunity.

An opportunity for him to explode.

Under the stage, looking at Yang Yansi who was about to be turned into a blood gourd, the people in Bianjing felt distressed, Yang Yanzhao also felt distressed, and Mu Qing also felt a little sadness in his heart.

　Thanks to 'Qi Bin 123' for a big reward!
　　
　
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