Warring States Call

Chapter 800 Prison Dragon Broken...Da Chaoyang
Han Chen frowned. This guy is not a good guy, and he is deadly. Han Chen single-handedly leaned on the ground with the tip of the gun on the ground. Looking at the black shadow that was rushing towards him, Han Chen picked up the silver gun in his hand. , splashing a large amount of dust and throwing it at the enemy.

"Hmm...!" Heiying was puzzled, and quickly raised his hand to cover his eyes.

Han Chen quickly ran forward and distanced himself from Hei Ying. Hei Ying secretly underestimated and didn't know what he was talking about.

"Go away!"

"Turn back to the carbine!" Han Chen stepped back three steps in a row, his eyes widened, and the silver spear in his hand was extremely sharp. He turned around and shot, as fast as lightning, like a poisonous snake in the dark night.

"Whew!" The tip of the spear rubbed against the air, and a gunshot sounded.

The old man was also startled, but then he walked away with a gun in one hand, stabbing at the key point of Han Chen's shoulder.

Han Chen's pupils shrank. How could he not know this trick? He thought of it to deal with Yang Wenguang.

Han Chen frowned, pushed the gun away with one hand, and threw it straight at the shadow's throat. Han Chen turned over with a kite, avoiding the attack range of the shadow, and kicked the dirt on the ground hard with one foot, preparing to leave the battle ring .

Soi Ying's pupils also shrank, and he cursed secretly: "Sly boy!"

With one move, he overturned the gun thrown at him, and it fell lightly to the ground. It looked like a fairy, but Han Chen didn't think so. Without the weapon, all that was left was meat. Han Chen had a waist shovel, He paddled in front of Soi Ying, raised his foot, and kicked directly at Soi Ying's cheek.

"Go!" Heiying held the gun with both hands, and Han Chen stepped on it, turned over, landed behind him, grabbed the silver gun on the ground, and stared intently at the night.

"Hundred birds towards the phoenix...!" Heiying looked at Han Chen, and directly threw out a move of "Hundred birds towards the phoenix", covering Han Chen. Feng was more than three times faster than Han Chen in terms of momentum and speed.

"Hundred birds facing the phoenix...!" Han Chen murmured to himself, he could not think of anyone in this forest except Tong Yuan, who could train the hundred birds facing the phoenix to this level.

But now that the enemy and the enemy are unknown, Han Chen couldn't relax. He looked at the black shadow, holding the silver gun tightly in his hand, and watched the birds and phoenixes gradually enveloping him.

Han Chen suddenly opened his eyes, and the morale that had been brewing for a long time gradually dissipated: "Prisoner Dragon Po!"

Looking at Han Chen's move, Heiye was stunned for a moment. This was the first time he had seen such a spear technique, but it was so powerful that he had to shoot it.

"Roar!" The silver spear in Han Chen's hand turned into a counting gun shadow, like a black tornado, enveloping the bird towards the phoenix. Similar to a cylinder.

"Ding Ding Dang Dang Ding Ding Dang Dang!" Every time the two guns hit each other, they could clearly hear the cutting sound of the weapon, but no one could stop it. If anyone stopped, it meant they couldn't suppress it.

Han Chen's tiger's mouth gradually turned red, and his strength gradually weakened. He was panting like a cow, and his neck was red.

"I'm pressing!" Heiye shouted immediately, the shadows of his guns were densely packed, apparently still had enough power left.

The cold sweat on Han Chen's head gradually broke out. Seeing that he couldn't stand it anymore, Han Chen's eyes flicked back and forth for a while: "Don't worry! Jail Dragon Break!"

The shadow of the gun in Han Chen's hand gradually merged into one gun, which could break all spells with one shot.

"Prison Dragon Po... Great Chaoyang!"

With a shot from the sky, it is like a dragon breaking through the sky.

"Hundred birds facing the phoenix... Phoenix feathers!"

Upon hearing the name, Han Chen froze for a moment. In this world, there is really no one who can use Phoenix feathers except Tong Yuan.

"Shhhhhhhhh"

"Shhhhhhhhhhhh!"

“Boom………………………………… Dingling……!”

Han Chen flew out like a kite with a broken string, blood gushed from the tiger's mouth, and fell to the ground, at a loss...

And the silver spear he used turned into fragments all over the sky at this moment, scattered in the forest.

Soi Ying stood there safe and sound, holding the gun in both hands, as if he was always thinking about Han Chen's shot just now.

Han Chen sat on the ground, looked at his hands, and couldn't laugh or cry: "Master Tong Yuan, you don't have to do this! You are going to kill me!"

"Stinky boy! I have seen that you are deliberately giving way to Yang Wenguang, but I didn't expect you to have grown to this point." Tong Yuan took off his mask. If he hadn't tried this boy today, I am afraid that everyone would He was all kept in the dark.

"Master, you don't have to do this!" Han Chen patted the dust on his body, looked at Tong Yuan who had killed him, and wiped the blood from his hands helplessly. It was simply a bit of skin damage, nothing serious.

"Bullshit, who taught you this trick? If I don't use Phoenix Ling, I'm afraid I won't be able to do it. Tong Yuan also has lingering fears about that shot, and he has accumulated a lot of money. If he didn't take advantage of this kid's lack of strength and weapon advantages, this It will take some effort to win against him in the first battle. In fact, Tong Yuan is already considered old, and it is considered good enough to be able to display his current strength.

"No one taught me! When I was dreaming a few years ago, I dreamed that an old man taught me thirteen spears, and I only practiced three spears. I really can't practice the next ten spears!" Han Chen looked at Tong Yuan and waved his hands helplessly. He let him know his shortcomings today, and it seemed that he would have to practice hard in the future.

"There are still ten shots!" Tong Yuan was startled, looked at the boy, and said immediately: "You cover up the other few shots!"

"promise!"

Except for the three shots just now, Han Chen's other shots were all in the form of flower stands, with only their shape and no reality.

"A good gun! Exquisite... really exquisite!" Tong Yuan became excited when he saw it, and looked at Han Chen and said, "This spear is as strong as a dragon, but it still has changes. It is really the king of guns! "

"Master...!" Han Chen looked at Tong Yuan who was in a daze, and quickly patted him.

Tong Yuan came back to his senses this time, looked at Han Chen and said, "Although your marksmanship is exquisite, you are not strong enough to display his full strength. You must practice hard in the future. As a teacher, you will be able to hand over an apprentice like you. I am also satisfied!"

"Master, you can also practice this spear. It will be very effective when combined with your Phoenix Feather!" Han Chen said to Tong Yuan.

"It's useless! The old man is already old! Your strength has already begun to decline. What happens in the future depends on yourself. If you have a chance in the future, go to Shangdang to find your brother Zhao Yun. With his understanding of marksmanship, he will definitely help you. !” Tong Yuan said calmly
"Girl Fan! Bring the gun!" Tong Yuan greeted the grove behind him.

(End of this chapter)