The first master of the arena

Chapter 51 Silver Spear Wen Dongyang ([-])
After the figures of the two disappeared, Du Xiang said: "He Xiaohong went after the Seventh Son of Yin, it seems that they have a fierce fight now."

"He Xiaohong can't take advantage of the kung fu of the Yin Qizi." Yue Tianyang is very confident in the kung fu of the Yin Qizi.

"I know that person." Du Xiang suddenly pointed to a person below who was fighting with the master of Hejiazhai and said, "He is Lin Fusong, the leader of the fifth branch of the Qiufeng Gang, and this group of people who just came is the fifth branch. The person at the helm, I didn’t expect the Qiufeng Gang to transfer the fifth branch helm to Xincheng. This Lin Fusong was originally a Shaolin disciple, and he is very good at martial arts. It seems that the Qiufeng Gang is fully prepared to hide reinforcements.”

Yue Tianyang said: "The good show is yet to come."

He remembered that Baibu Shenquan told him before his death that Wan Feilong had secretly arranged a third batch of people.It is estimated that when this group of people appeared, it was the time when the Qiufeng Gang's disaster was imminent.

When He Xiaohong chased Yin Qizi out of the willow forest, Yin Qizi stopped.So He Xiaohong saw a person.The man squatted in front of a small mound of soil and fiddled with a small piece of soil with his fingers to relieve his boredom.On the ground next to him was a gun that was all white and shone dazzlingly white under the moonlight—a silver gun!This gun is much shorter than ordinary guns and only longer than a sword, but the tip of the gun is very long and thin.The man stood up slowly and patted the soil on his hand and looked at He Xiaohong.He has a square face with a large nose and mouth.

He said to He Xiaohong in a gentle voice: "I was thinking in my heart just now, whether Yin Qizi will attract you, Iron Whip Scary Ghost God He Xiaohong, or Wild Wolf Fangzheng, and if he attracts you, then it will be you Bad luck."

He Xiaohong stared at him and his pupils shrank, and he said in a deep voice, "Silver gun——Wen Dongyang."

Wen Dongyang smiled and nodded.

"Actually, I came to Xincheng earlier than you. Our Qiufeng Gang will not be so stupid as to just send some ordinary masters to let you slaughter wantonly, don't you think?"

He Xiaohong shifted his gaze to Yin Qizi again.

"I didn't expect you to be a member of the Qiufeng Gang."

Yin Qizi said coldly: "The Qiufeng Gang has nothing to do with me, and you don't need to know who I am."

Wen Dongyang said to Yin Qizi: "Your task is completed, you can go."

Only now did He Xiaohong understand that Yin Qizi's task was to lure him here.No wonder he didn't fight himself well.

Yin Qizi said coldly to Wen Dongyang: "I'm not yours, you have no right to order me. If I want to leave, I will naturally. If I don't want to leave, no one can force me to leave."

Wen Dongyang was angry, but he controlled his emotions.He doesn't want to provoke Yin Qizi now, he has been secretly guarding against this half-human, half-ghost guy, because he knows that Yin Qizi hates him in his heart, what is this?Because he has a relationship with Xue Linglong.Now he is afraid that if he gets angry, Yin Qizi will fight back and it will be troublesome for He Xiaohong to deal with him together.He knew that this person could do anything - for Xue Linglong.

Wen Dongyang pretended to be indifferent and smiled and said: "Since the seventh brother wants to stay and watch me fight with Mr. He, you might as well stay. After all, the battle between our top masters is rare in a hundred years, and the seventh brother can also take the opportunity to learn from me." A few unrivaled marksmanship."

Yin Qizi sneered disdainfully and said, "I don't want to see you two dogs biting dogs, and I don't want to learn your spear-breaking skills." After speaking, his figure floated into the woods.

Wen Dongyang laughed, now he found that Yin Qizi couldn't stand the provocation.He Xiaohong heaved a sigh of relief when he saw that Yin Qizi had gone, if Yin Qizi and Wen Dongyang joined hands to deal with him, he would be dead tonight, and he was no longer afraid of Wen Dongyang alone, he had long wanted to see Wen Dongyang's face marksmanship.

Wen Dongyang looked at the bright moon in the sky and sighed, "The moonlight is so beautiful tonight, but brother He is about to pass away. A strong man dies before he is paid, which often makes the hero burst into tears. It's a pity, it's a pity."

Facing Wen Dongyang's outrageous contempt for He Xiaohong, he rushed upwards, and said, "Maybe the result is just the opposite!"

Wen Dongyang said confidently: "There is no possibility. You are ranked ninth and I am ranked third. If you say you will die, who will die?"

Ho Hsiao-hung said: "The ranking doesn't mean anything, the most important thing is to use kung fu to speak."

Wen Dongyang said contemptuously: "Then show me your hands, maybe you are not even worthy of being ninth!"

Wen Dongyang angered He Xiaohong, he raised his iron whip and rushed towards Wen Dongyang with a loud roar.Wen Dongyang held the handle of the gun beside him with his right hand, and he stared at He Xiaohong who was rushing forward without moving.Just when He Xiaohong was four or five steps away from him, with a force on his wrist, the silver gun burst out from the ground with a stream of mud.The mud shot at He Xiaohong, and then the snow-white silver spear also stabbed at him.He Xiaohong tilted his body to avoid the mud, and at the same time, the iron whip took a defensive position to block Wen Dongyang's shot.Instead of retreating, Wen Dongyang shot straight at He Xiaohong's throat. He Xiaohong avoided the shot and hit Wen Dongyang's chest with a whip.

Wen Dongyang shoots a silver gun dancing around like a snowflake, one shot after another, one shot faster, and he doesn't even know how many shots he has fired.He Xiaohong's iron whip gradually became passive under Wen Dongyang's silver spear, and in the end he could only defend himself.And Wen Dongyang's silver spear was like a rolling and flying white python wrapped around He Xiaohong, and the attack did not decrease but became faster and more fierce.He Xiaohong's heart is getting colder and colder, he has never seen such a terrible marksmanship, and he doesn't give you a little room to breathe.It's like a boa constrictor that entangles a person. It becomes tighter and tighter until it wraps you to death.After a while, He Xiaohong's body was stabbed with blood by Wen Dongyang's spear point, and He Xiaohong's iron whip was swinging slowly... I don't know how long after the beating, He Xiaohong's iron whip slowly slipped from his hand and fell to the ground , Wen Dongyang's cold silver spear pierced his chest.Wen Dongyang's body was almost close to him, and Wen Dongyang let out a long breath. He fired more than 180 shots in a row, and the whole process did not give He Xiaohong a chance to breathe.This is the characteristic of his marksmanship.Like sailing against the current, if you don't advance, you will retreat.If you advance, you will live, if you retreat, you will perish.Wen Dongyang's breath hit He Xiaohong's face, and he could smell a foul smell in it, maybe it was the smell of death.

Wen Dongyang raised his left hand to caress He Xiaohong's face and said, "You really don't deserve to be the ninth. I was going to kill you and lie on the bed for ten days to recuperate. Now two days are enough."

He Xiaohong struggled to say three words: "Good marksmanship."

Wen Dongyang pulled the silver gun out of He Xiaohong's chest, a stream of blood splashed on him, and then He Xiaohong's body slowly fell to the ground.Wen Dongyang wiped the blood from the gun on He Xiaohong's clothes.It was his habit to wipe the blood of his enemies with their clothes.Then he looked at the tip of the gun that was shining white light and nodded in satisfaction.He coughed, he bent over, and some blood was coming out of his mouth.During the entire fight, He Xiaohong's iron whip lightly brushed his chest, the only blow, if it hit his chest firmly, he would have died miserably.After coughing up some blood, he wiped the blood from the corners of his mouth with his sleeve and straightened up. He put the silver gun in the brass buckle on the waist of his gown. From the outside, he didn't have any weapons on him.

At this time, two tower-like giants came towards him. Behind them was a brocade couch carried by eight burly men. The couch was covered with a black curtain, and there were more than a dozen young swordsmen guarding it on both sides and behind.They stopped a few steps away from him, and the brocade couch fell to the ground slowly.

"Dongyang, is the matter settled?" A soft voice came from the brocade couch.

Wen Dongyang walked to the side of the couch, and he said to the people inside: "Linglong, if you come out, you will see the mighty Mr. He lying on the ground and sleeping, but he will never wake up. "

"Really?" Xue Linglong said with a coquettish smile inside: "But I don't dare to go out to see, people are most afraid of seeing dead people."

Wen Dongyang coughed again, and he swallowed a mouthful of blood when it reached his mouth.

"Dongyang, are you injured?" She asked with concern.

Wen Dongyang stopped coughing, and said, "It's nothing serious, it's much better than I expected."

"Then come in quickly and let me see where you are hurt," she said.

Wen Dongyang's heart fluttered, he lifted the black curtain and slipped in.The outside is brightly illuminated by the moonlight, but the inside of the couch is dark.The fragrance inside was overwhelming, and Wen Dongyang only felt that his dizzy body was so light and light, as wonderful as being in a cloud.Then a body exuding a faint fragrance embraced him, and Wen Dongyang didn't even know where he was.

"Where's Yin Qizi?"

"I ran away in anger."

"Why don't you let him stay and help you? If he stays, you two will save trouble and you won't be hurt. Do you know that I feel sorry for you being hurt?"

"I'm afraid that if you keep him, he will come with He Xiaohong to deal with me. Then your heart will hurt even more."

She "giggled" and said, "There are two kinds of people in this world that you have to guard against, one is a woman who is jealous, and the other is a man who is jealous. You should get rid of your anger first, it seems that you are still Are you not stupid?"

He said: "If I was stupid, I would have died."

Then he asked: "Is your people all arranged?"

"It's all set," she said.

"Then why didn't you order an attack? Wouldn't it be better to kill all the people in Feilong Villa earlier?" He thought the time had come.

She nodded his head with her finger and said: "You are always in a hurry to do everything, anyway, they can hold on now, let's wait, Wan Feilong is old and cunning, maybe he has arranged a third group of people. If there is a third group of people, let’s catch him completely. I have a habit of fishing, and I can’t wait to catch all the fish in the sea. Do you think I’m greedy?” She said with a smile up.

He said: "I like greedy women. Greedy women are often very capable. I admire you very much. Your master has a talent like you, so why not worry about big things."

She proudly said: "People only know that there are two major forces in Jianghu, the Qiufeng Gang and Feilong Villa. They never expect that there is our third largest force. Your Qiufeng Gang is in the open, and our Dragon Slayer Club is in the dark. We cooperate with Wan Feilong It was unthinkable in my dreams, Feilong Mountain Villa will soon be over, the whole rivers and lakes will soon be ours, and in the near future, the whole world will also be ours, haha..." She laughed excitedly.

(End of this chapter)