Chapter 1597: The Definite Killing on a Rainy Night 1

Since he had already taken action, there was no reason to look back. Xiang Yufeng's eyes became brighter and brighter, and there was no distraction in his mind. It was full of vigorous fighting spirit and a state that had been urged to the top. The tiger roared silver spear in his hand, and the world might not have, but at least it had the ambition and ambition to break through the world. And the unfathomable strong man in black in front of him, in Xiang Yufeng's eyes, that is the world.

A thunder suddenly flashed in the sky. In an instant, the dark sky started to rain heavily. The rain all over the sky seemed to be fun for this battle that was destined to be remembered by people.

Looking at the eyes of the young man in front of him through the rain, the guest in black suddenly understood what his master had said to him before he left.

"careful!"

The guest in black has performed many death missions. Even when he received the task of investigating the ancient forest in the back mountain of Tiandao Sect, his master did not say a word of caution to him. But this time, he said that it was precisely because of the young man named Xiang Yufeng in front of him.

Before he came, he didn't understand why his master said that to him. Now, he understood, be careful, be careful of the young man.

The guest in black stood in the rain, looking at the upcoming attack.

The heavy rain like beans was falling in the sky. Suddenly, four spear lights illuminated the slightly dark world. Four unpredictable and extremely strange traces appeared in the sky. In each trace, there was a heart-wrenching gun light that could not be distinguished. Which shot was the first shot and which shot would come later.

Unlike the murderous intent contained in these four silver lights, the guns were gone with the wind and rain of heaven and earth. It was wonderful and I didn't know where to fall.

In an instant, Xiang Yufeng had already floated in front of the guest in black, his right arm sounded, and every trace of muscle under the shirt burst out violently with the most amazing energy. He fired a gun and pulled it away in a flash, stabbing four shots in a row!

Four guns escaped from heaven and earth, and each gun pierced into the heavy rain between heaven and earth, and then stabbed the black-clothed guest's hair, and the side of his sleeves... they were all pierced!

In an instant, all four shots were stabbed in the air, especially the last shot was only one inch away from the guest's lower abdomen, but it was just this inch away, but it seemed like a thousand mountains and rivers were separated. The gun had been exhausted, like a waterfall had dried up, and could no longer surging or approaching.

The guest in black swept his sleeves slightly, and in front of these four sharp guns, he danced freely on the heavy rain ground in an extremely casual manner, lightningly, but it was so wonderful that he made way for Xiang Yufeng to release the four guns that had been accumulating for a long time and released like lightning.

The four guns that Xiang Yufeng stabbed out in an instant were more of the atmosphere of being close to heaven and earth. In this way, under the cover of the wind and rain, under the influence of heavy rain, it was as fast as lightning, and moist as heavy rain, and forced the black-clad guest to attack the body of the black-clad guest without thundering the first time.

These four guns did not have a trace of cold-blooded killing intention, but were close to each other. This gave Xiang Yufeng the opportunity to get close. However, the four guns, which had gained the exquisite momentum of the Heavenly Dao Sect, still did not cause any harm to the black-clad guest. Even the other party did not retreat at all, and stood still steadily and awake, just as if they had not moved before.

The cultivation level of a strong man is indeed not something that ordinary people can touch the ground level. In the face of four guns that escaped by the power of heaven and earth, the guest in black easily resolved it.

The tip of the tiger roaring silver spear kept whispering in front of the black clothes, as if feeling a sense of despair and frustration. He wanted to bow his head and accept his fate, but he was unwilling to accept it. He struggled desperately, and the four heavy rains penetrated through the gun also began to appear in a scattered sign. Unlike the gun in his hand, Xiang Yufeng's face did not have any disappointment expression, and he still looked calm. The light in the eyes suddenly disappeared, turning into a deadly dull, ruthless and unsense, leaving only the intention of killing.

His eyes were like murderous intent soaring into the sky, piercing through the rain nets of heavy rain and reaching the eyes of the guest in black. There was no trace of emotion mixed, only indifference. The gun in his hand also turned into a dead object at this moment. The weapon of the god of death, a dead-like cold, turned the four gradually dissipated heavy rain on the gun into a piece of frost in an instant, condensed like a mirror.

The clothes on the right shoulder suddenly broke, and a series of crackling sounds suddenly sounded. Xiang Yufeng's two circles were running rapidly, conflicting and struggling, breaking through the Sword Head Pass, and passing through the Yangming meridian to the elbow Pass, reaching the wrist gate. Then sending the gun body.

His right arm seemed to have been thrown out. He threw it out violently, using the power of Haotian’s battle aura to carry the gun! The gun that had already ended up meeting Liu Ming and Hua Ming again. He suddenly grew one foot longer and stabbed the black-clothed guest in black!

This is the real shot, ruthless and unrestrained, and he will never return to the death. He will lose the city and the world!

There was a heavy rain on the street, and the tiger's roaring silver spear turned into a strong wind. It was extremely cold and extremely determined. There was no way out. There was no opportunity to turn around and stabbed forward!

The sound of friction that makes people hear sounded, only for a moment, but it seemed to ring in Xiangyufeng's ears for countless years, very long, and finally stopped.

The two fingers, which were very well maintained, clamped the tiger roaring silver spear steadily and coldly. The friction sound was the sound between the cold gun body and the two fingers. Half of the frost on the gun body had been pinched off by the fingers. At this time, the two fingers were clamped in the middle of the gun body, and a faint hot mist rose out from the two fingers!

Even though the guest in black was a strong man, he would not underestimate Xiang Yufeng's shot, because the shot was too cold and too blood-sucking. The gun body actually broke through his two fingers and forced forward half the distance between the gun body.

The black-clothed guest finally took a step back, but his body was still one inch away from the tip of the tiger roaring silver spear. Xiang Yufeng still could not break through this inch, and truly touched the black-clothed guest's black-clothed guest.

The guest in black looked indifferently at the beards of the closeness of the whiskers, and his beard under his jaw also condensed with some frost and ice, which looked particularly terrifying. The two fingers with the tiger roaring silver spear were slightly white, extremely majestic, and as powerful as thousands of lakes, rivers and rivers, gushed out from these two fingers.

With a gentle twist, the extremely sharp tiger roar silver spear bent like noodles between the black-clad guest's fingers! However, the tiger roar silver spear was a treasure given by the wine Taoist. Under such terrifying and powerful suppression, it had not been broken yet!

Xiang Yufeng was very close to the black-clad guest. He maintained a small step, slightly retreated and squatted down, his whole body maintained an extremely perfect line without any flaws, giving people a feeling that he could not attack.

However, he held the tiger roaring silver spear in his hand, and he could not achieve the unity of man and gun. This gun was not himself, but connected to his body. At this moment, it looked like a very beautiful big character, and suddenly there was a very bad pen.

The violent energy like a big river surged from the tiger's roaring silver spear. Blood burst out from the tiger's mouth at Yufeng, but he did not withdraw his gun because he knew that the will to fight for the first time and the will to fight again could not be taken away by the enemy. The cold color in his eyes became stronger and stronger, and the energy in his body began to gush out.
Chapter completed!