Warring States Call

Chapter 797 Han Chen Vs Yang Wenguang
Jiang Wei didn't believe Jiang Ziya's nonsense, this old guy could do anything, with a pair of tiger eyes staring at the front, if anything happened to Han Chen, this Yang Wenguang was waiting to be beaten.

On the sycamore tree beside him, Tong Yuan untied the wine in his bosom, stared at Han Chen and Yang Wenguang below, and said with a smile, "It's interesting!"

"Not bad, not bad! Yang Zaixing is the most famous of the Yang Family Spear, and he has killed seven in and seven out with one silver gun, and your apprentice Tong Yuan is not bad. The big apprentice Zhang Xiu is known as the king of spears in the Northland! The second apprentice! Zhang Ren is one of the Five Tiger Generals in Shuzhong! Your little apprentice Zhao Yun is known as the Thirteen Generals of the Shangdang, and you, Tong Yuan, are the master of these people. Naturally, the apprentices you teach are not far behind!" Sima Xuankong walks like a dragon and a tiger , climbed a few steps in a row, jumped to Tong Yuan's side in a few breaths, snatched the wine gourd from his hand, held his head up and down, and drank it. The strong wine was thick and sweet, When the breeze hits, three thousand black hairs are rolled up, which has a special flavor.

Tong Yuan watched Sima Xuankong snatch the gourd in his hand, and he snatched it back with his hand. Looking at Sima Xuankong, he said, "Go, go! If you want to drink, get it yourself! Don't always come here for a drink!"

Sima Xuankong glared at Tong Yuan, and said with disdain on his face: "What's wrong with taking a sip of your wine! You won't die! As for it? You'll kill yourself!"

But Tong Yuan ignored him, staring at the two figures in front of him with his tiger eyes bare, looking forward to them more or less.

Situ Xuankong is also looking forward to this battle. Han Chen is usually good-tempered and rarely fights with others. Today is a battle worth looking forward to.

"Drink..." Yang Wenguang swayed the silver gun in his hand and pointed the tip at Han Chen's throat. If this guy lost, he would change the tip of the gun to avoid hurting Han Chen's life.

Han Chen, on the other hand, was unhurried, and hurriedly measured his body. Standing behind him with the silver gun in his hand, he jumped on the ground three times in a row, distanced himself from Yang Wenguang, and didn't even blink.

Han Chen's spear stood behind him, crouching on the ground, with the corners of his mouth raised slightly. Yang Wenguang's spear looked fast, but Han Yi had been stabbing the scarecrow day and night, and he was familiar with Yang's spear. It can be said that if Yang Wenguang does not have his own unique fighting style in this battle, he will undoubtedly lose this battle.

Standing behind Jiang Ziya, Jiang Wei rubbed his eyes, looked at Han Chen's change in surprise, and muttered to himself, "Is this still Han Chen?"

"Stinky boy! Watch carefully! Now even you are not necessarily Han Chen's opponent, and you are still complacent and lazy every day here!" Jiang Ziya directly rewarded Jiang Wei with a chestnut, and the hammered Jiang Wei hugged himself squatting on the ground, this Jiang Ziya usually looks gentle, but when he hits someone, he is never ambiguous, which is a pain.

"Bastard...... Han Chen don't run away! Take my shot!" Yang Wenguang was shocked, holding the silver gun in his hands with both hands, and smashed at Han Chen's head with a stroke of the sky and a stick.

Han Chen stared at the change of Yang Wenguang's spear, and stepped back three steps in a row.

"Crack!...Boom!" Han Chen's original enemy had a small hole, which showed how hard Yang Wenguang was.

Yang Wenguang was so angry that he didn't hit it. He looked at Han Chen and stared at him. Yang Wenguang took a deep breath, stood behind his spear, stared at Han Chen's direction, and stepped forward three times. The silver spear standing behind was also thrown out, stabbing at Han Chen's body like a rainstorm.

Han Chen's eyes were wide open, his eyes were quick and his hands were quick, and he dodged Yang Wenguang's ultimate move in a few steps. Yang Wenguang was so anxious, it took so many moves, and Han Chen didn't even touch a single figure. , Sweeping thousands of troops with one move, hitting Han Chen's waist in the middle.

"Huhu......!" The movement of the gun stick hit the air, forming a whirring wind sound, which can be imagined by the strength of Yang Wenguang's gun.

Han Chen was just dodging Yang Wenguang's killer move at this moment, one foot had already left the ground, staring at Yang Wenguang's sudden shot, Han Chen's pupils shrank, quick witted, the silver gun in his hand hit the ground directly, his body moved back, and the tip of the gun slashed across On Han Yi's cheek, Han Yi could clearly see the tip of the silver spear passing across his cheek, and Han Chenke was only a little bit injured.

"Huh! Han Chen, why do you just hide and not attack? If you are afraid, just say it, don't be a coward here!" The silver gun in Yang Wenguang's hand hit the ground heavily, splashing dust, and his face was full of anger. meaning.

On the side, Yang Dayan hugged his chest, looking at the two of them with eyes watching the show, as if he didn't think the matter was too big.

"Dayan, what are you laughing at! What time is it, you're still laughing!" Mu Guiying was watching the fight between the two, his eyes were almost dying of anxiety, and he saw Yang Dayan smiling.

Yang Dayan looked at Mu Guiying and said hastily, "You'll know later, Han Chen is just trying to save face for Yang Wenguang, otherwise with Yang Wenguang's little ability, he would be reluctant to fight Han Chen!"

"Oh! How are you so sure!" Mu Guiying looked at Yang Dayan curiously.

"Uh... what's that?" Yang Big Eye was so embarrassed, he couldn't tell him that he had been taught a lesson by Han Chen, but Yang Big Eye immediately looked at Mu Guiying's malicious eyes, Immediately said: "Go, go! Go!"

"Hahahahahaha!" Mu Guiying laughed involuntarily. She already knew about Yang Dayan, but it was also fun to be able to tease him.

"Three tricks! I saved face for you, and you can't blame me for the rest!" Han Chen looked at Yang Wenguang, who didn't know what to do, and rushed away with a move of the silver gun. The illusory phoenix enveloped Yang Wenguang.

"Good job!" Yang Wenguang was suffocating in his heart. He was three or four years older than Han Chen, and his strength was stronger than Han Chen. Naturally, he would not be afraid of him, and the Hundred Birds Chaofeng Spear, although exquisite , but there is a touch of domineering in the subtlety, let's put it this way, among the many guns, only one gun is a real gun, and the others are fake guns. If that gun does not kill, it will fall into a passive state.

Obviously, Yang Wenguang has not been idle these days. Han Chen is working hard to practice the gun, and he is also constantly understanding the mysteries.

"Ding Ding Dang Dang...!" The two danced their guns to test each other, and the corners of Yang Wenguang's mouth slightly raised. Sure enough, as he thought, the next step would be a real gun.

"Get up!" Han Chen yelled, and the big gun in his hand fell down by himself.

"Han Chen, you are doomed! Overwhelmed!" Yang Wenguang was overjoyed, and stabbed him with a backhand.

(End of this chapter)