The Warriors of the Three Kingdoms

Chapter 463
Fat Mantis's words before his death caused a commotion among the leaders of the Killer Alliance, but the man in the black iron mask suppressed the commotion directly.

"Just based on one-sided words, do you believe this guy who colluded with outsiders?" The man in the black iron mask dispelled everyone's thoughts. "Follow me to meet His Majesty."

At this time, the Tianjiazhuang gate was full of killing noises, and Dongfang Sheng led the elite of the guards below to fight back frantically under the blocking of the Killer Alliance.

Dongfang Sheng didn't know how many enemies he had killed. He only felt that the bloody gun body was covered with blood, and it felt slippery when held in his hand.

The elite of the Suwei camp kept falling around him, but Dongfang Sheng couldn't care so much at this time, he only wanted to kill!kill!kill!

At this time, the man in the black iron mask outside was holding a silver-white spear and looking at the blood in Dongfang Sheng's hand.

"It's him, there are three guns in our clan, one is the blood, one is the black dragon, and the other is the silver dragon in my hand." The man in the black iron mask said with emotion, "These three guns Among them, the Remnant Blood Lord kills, the Black Flood Dragon Lord is peaceful, and the Silver Dragon... hehe."

"Let them stop!" the man in the black iron mask said to a strong man beside him.

The strong man didn't talk too much nonsense, he rushed up with a group of people, each of them untied the small black bells around their waists and rang them directly.

Jingle!Jingle!
Although the bell was not big, after a group of people shook it together, it was like an ensemble that overwhelmed the shouts of killing, and at the same time had a soothing effect.

In an instant, all the men in black retreated like a tide, and they didn't care whether the soldiers of the guard camp were still fighting with him or not, they retreated as soon as they said they wanted to, clean and tidy.

Dongfang Sheng had noticed the man in the black iron mask a long time ago, because the man in the black iron mask had been staring at Dongfang Sheng as soon as he appeared. His sharp eyes made Dongfang Sheng feel like he was being spied on.

"Who are you?" Dongfang Sheng put away the residual blood and asked.

The man in the black iron mask looked at Dongfang Sheng carefully and said, "After all, you can call me uncle."

"Uncle Master?" Dongfang Sheng frowned. Someone in the Killer League claimed to be his uncle. Dongfang Sheng couldn't believe such a thing, so he just glanced at the man in the black iron mask suspiciously.

Holding his silver gun, the man in the black iron mask stepped forward and said, "Let me test your strength and see what kind of apprentice my ineffective junior will be."

Dongfang Sheng wiped off the remaining blood, and at the same time shook off the blood on his hands, saying, "Okay, let's see if you are qualified to be my uncle!"

The two looked at each other, and after about three seconds of silence, they moved.

The movements of the man in the black iron mask are very elegant. Rather than saying that he is fighting, it is better to say that he is dancing.

But no one dared to underestimate him, because there was a murderous intent hidden in his steps. The silver-white long spear with the snow-white fringe rushed towards Dongfang Sheng like snowflakes in the sky, which was both light and elegant, and full of murderous intent.

When the man in the black iron mask made a move, Dongfang Sheng mustered all his energy to deal with it.

As a master of using spears, Dongfang Sheng naturally knew that the black iron mask man's move was not as easy as it seemed. If he wanted to use such a move with ease, it would be impossible to do it without years of accumulation.

Fortunately, Dongfang Sheng not only has unknown marksmanship but also has a sense of life and death, and the improvement of his realm has narrowed the gap between him and the man in the black iron mask to almost the same distance.

Bang!

The spears of Dongfang Sheng and the man in the black iron mask separated after only touching each other.

But this time, both of them showed surprised expressions.

"Your skills are good!" The man in the black iron mask laughed and said, "Come again!"

Dongfang Sheng did not answer, but responded to the man in the black iron mask with actions.

The remaining blood was like a thin blood-colored python that wanted to devour someone, sometimes thrusting, sometimes poking, sometimes cutting, and sometimes sweeping in Dongfang Sheng's hands.

The man in the black iron mask maintains his usual relaxed style, graceful and elegant, and looks pleasing to the eye.

This fight was so exciting that the people on both sides held their breath and didn't make any noise, for fear of affecting the atmosphere.

And Dongfang Sheng and the man in the black iron mask also fought faster and faster.

The spears of the two sometimes intertwined and sometimes collided.

The footsteps kept moving, circling in circles.

The man in the black iron mask has rich experience in actual combat, is older, and has spent more time practicing spears than Dongfang Sheng. Of course, he has a deeper understanding of marksmanship.

Although Dongfang Sheng had other supplements, he was still a little short of heat after all.

This was already felt by Dongfang Sheng in the faster and faster fighting.

It's just that Dongfang Sheng insisted on gritting his teeth with the mentality of punching the old master to death.

Outsiders only saw that the two were fighting fiercely, which seemed to be a five-to-five tie.

But in fact, Dongfang Sheng's defeat has been decided. In the fast fighting, Dongfang Sheng's rhythm has been messed up, but the man in the black iron mask can still maintain the previous rhythm without losing his elegance.

A master is a person who can always maintain the balance between his strength and moves. The average person is brave and powerful at first, but when he strikes, his strength begins to weaken and his moves lose shape. It's about ingenuity and balance.

At the last moment when Dongfang Sheng was in danger, the man in the black iron mask suddenly withdrew his gun and did not fight.

There was a look of appreciation in the eyes of the man in the black iron mask and he said: "Not bad! If you give you another ten years of effort, you must be able to surpass me."

Dongfang Sheng didn't speak, but the old men of the Killer Alliance next to the Black Iron Masked Man showed surprised expressions. You must know that the Black Iron Masked Man's marksmanship had been superb 20 years ago, and he was also called the Killer Alliance. For the Gunslinger, over the years, how many people in the Assassin Alliance have challenged him with confidence, but none of them can successfully defeat him.

Dongfang Sheng was able to get the approval of the man in the black iron mask at such a young age, which shows that his talent and strength are also superhuman.

After this fight, Dongfang Sheng also restrained his previous doubts. Although the man in the black iron mask's marksmanship is more elegant and free, but this set of tactics is exactly the same as that taught him by Wuming. Even if the man in the black iron mask is not his uncle, he should be There is a certain relationship.

"I offended you just now, please forgive me." Dongfang Sheng gave the black iron masked man a disciple salute.

People can't forget their roots, even if they are honored as ninety-five, Dongfang Sheng will not be arrogant to the point of ignoring etiquette.

"Hey... tell me about your master, I haven't seen him for 30 years." The man in the black iron mask sighed.

(End of this chapter)