Invincible Gun Master

Zhou Chuanxiong glanced at Yuan He, who was holding a long knife, and said with disdain, "You are too weak. I'm afraid I won't be able to hold it back later, and I will kill you again. Should I stop calling someone to help you?"

Mu Qingtian in the audience was still cooperating: "Since the yellow-mouthed child asks us for 500,000 low-grade spirit stones, you don't have to be merciful, just fight it! How can the dignified Luoyun Sect fail to lose!"

Hearing this, the many disciples around were angry and cursed.

"Sing and make each other, you two pretended to be too close!"

"Hey hey hey, it's crazy!"

"Is the Falling Cloud Sect a place where you can pretend to be in the Imperial Palace?"

"I look down on people too much, Yuan He, I will beat Zhou Chuanxiong to death later!" Lin Feng didn't pay attention to the words between them, but sat on the ground with countless spirit stones in front of him. He knew Yuan He is not Zhou Chuanxiong’s opponent at all. What Yuan He is doing now is delaying time for himself.

Quickly regaining the spiritual power in Qi Hai, Lin Feng closed his eyes tightly, no longer looked at others, his mind was calm, and he gradually sank into cultivation.

"And me!" At this moment, a man in coarse linen ran from a distance, stepped onto the ring and stood in front of Yuan He.

"It's you! Gu Zama!"

Yuan He took a surprised look at Gu Zama who had just arrived, and found that his injuries were a bit serious. It should be the injuries left by the previous confrontation with Lin Feng. Yuan He asked with some worry: "You have injuries now, sure. Can you fight?"

"It's okay, it's all minor injuries!" As he said, Gu Zama tore off the gauze on his body, revealing a strong body.

Opposite Zhou Chuanxiong said coldly: "Since everything is here, let's go together!"

"Are the people in Yutian Shrine so arrogant?"

"Arrogance has a price!"

The strengths of Yuan He and Gu Zama were fully exploded at this moment, and the aura on their bodies reached the realm of the Ninth Heavenly Refining Great Perfection.

"Go together!"

Yuan He held a long knife and slashed it fiercely from the front. Gu Zama followed closely, attacked from Zhou Chuanxiong's side, and kicked it with a whip.

"Boom bang bang!"

"Clang!"

Zhou Chuanxiong didn't move at all, and punched Yuan He's long knife. Suddenly, Yuan He's long knife was directly shaken by Zhou Chuanxiong's huge power. Yuan He's mouth was numb, and his body turned back.

"Boom!"

At the critical moment, Gu Zama's whip-leg offensive has come, and he kicked Zhou Chuanxiong's neck heavily. Zhou Chuanxiong's neck was very hard, and Gu Zama felt like he was kicking against a slate.

"Get down here!" Zhou Chuanxiong grabbed the Gu Zama who had just performed martial arts in the air, and then two sturdy giant hands lifted Gu Zama up.

"Boom!"

Gu Zama flew ten meters away and fell to the ground.

Yuan He picked up the long knife, rushed to Guzama's body, and quickly helped him up

"His power is too terrifying to be head-on!" Yuan He said solemnly to Gu Zama beside him. "Although you and I are in the same realm as him, the difference in strength is too great. For the present plan, I have no choice but to face it hard!" Gu Zama's eyes were fierce, his hands folded, his spiritual power was quickly consumed, his mouth Yelled: "Xiao Qiankun points

Splitting! "

I saw Gu Zama arched his entire back, slowly bulging two big bags, and then suddenly two arms grew out of his back!

Seeing Gu Zama with four arms on his body, Zhou Chuanxiong on the opposite side frowned and muttered to himself: "Do you also practice this kind of secret technique that kills one thousand enemies and destroys 800 people?"

"Hey! As long as I can defeat you, don't care what I use, don't talk nonsense, look at the trick!" Gu Zama's indifferent words immediately rushed to Zhou Chuanxiong's body and fought fiercely with him.

"Boom boom boom boom!!"

Gu Zama's eyes were completely red, and his two arms squeezed Zhou Chuanxiong's arm tightly, and the other two arms hit his abdomen hard.

"Your strength is too weak, it's useless to me!" Zhou Chuanxiong was nearly a head taller than Gu Zama, looked at Gu Zama condescendingly, and laughed.

"How is it possible!" Gu Zama's expression was shocked when he saw Zhou Chuanxiong who was relaxed and indifferent.

"Boom!"

Zhou Chuanxiong's spiritual power is immense, his body shook suddenly, and he broke away from Guzama's two arms in an instant, and then punched Guzama on the head.

"Boom!"

At the critical moment, Gu Zama's four arms instantly closed and blocked him, Zhou Chuanxiong's punch was on Gu Zama's arm, and the whole person was shocked and flew out by huge force.

Gu Zama tumbled steadily and landed on the ground. His four arms were convulsive and trembling. He looked at Yuan He not far behind him, and shouted: "What are you still waiting for, come on!"

Having said that, Gu Zama rushed forward again with no fear of death.

Yuan He saw that Gu Zama had gone all out, and he didn't hide himself anymore. The **** drink tyrant knife in his hand flipped down, the surrounding air flow exploded, his spiritual power turned into substance, and Yuan He displayed his biggest trump card.

"The sword cuts the sky!" Yuan He's eyes were bloodshot, and he roared through the clouds.

Yuan He held the Blood Drink Tyrant's knife, and the blade turned red, like a hot flame, and the power of the carrier to destroy everything slashed towards the opposite Zhou Chuanxiong!

"Humph!" Zhou Chuanxiong snorted coldly, and the spiritual power on his body instantly boiled, like a beast roaring, his feet slammed on the ground, his hands resting on top of his head.

"Boom!" A sound of explosion spread across the ring, Yuan He's whole person turned into a fiery red, the surrounding airflow was moving in the opposite direction, all the stone slabs under his feet were shattered, the chaotic misty airflow gradually dispersed, and Yuan He's body stood still. In mid-air, blood in hands

The Yinba knife slashed towards Zhou Chuanxiong, but was clamped by Zhou Chuanxiong's two big fan-like hands, unable to move at all!

"How is it possible!" Yuan He said with a shocked expression on his face.

"Boy, you are still far behind!"

Zhou Chuanxiong glanced at Yuan He grimly, rubbing his hands vigorously, the long knife in Yuan He's hand instantly released and fell to the ground.

"Not good!" Yuan He turned back and was about to run away, but Zhou Chuanxiong grabbed his leg and pulled down suddenly. Yuan He fell to the ground, and Zhou Chuanxiong grabbed what was on the ground. Yuan He lifted it horizontally into the air, and then pressed down hard,

The knee is heavily on Yuan He's waist

"Crack!"

Yuan He's waist was broken by Zhou Chuanxiong's sturdy knee. He was thrown to the ground like a torn sack.

"Puff!" Yuan He on the ground kept spraying blood out of his mouth, his face was pale, and he passed out instantly.