Chapter 1696: Destroy Northeast Gang 3

A flash of light, a miserable white appeared in the streets, and two hissing sounds of breaking the wind. A little silver light, the tiger roared and silver spear rushed out from Xiang Yufeng's hand.

The tiger roared the silver spear like a black snake, stabbed into the eyebrows of the first man in black. The other party's plan was very detailed this time, and of course he knew Xiang Yufeng's most terrifying method.

He wanted to see how Xiang Yufeng, who was praised as a handsome young man by the old man above, could face his own shot when he lost his energy.

When the tiger roared the silver spear just flew out of the railing, Xiang Yufeng turned around quickly and hung his back to the man in black. During the turn, he took advantage of the momentum to wave it back with a very fast speed that no one could see clearly.

But the man in black seemed to know Xiang Yufeng's way of fighting, and also closed his breath, and still shot straight through thousands of mountains, crossed thousands of water, broke through the smoke, and rushed towards Xiang Yufeng's face.

One shot is coming!

The Haotian fighting energy in Xiang Yufeng's body became extremely violent. At this time, I don't know if it was the mind commanding the energy or the energy had already controlled the energy. He heard a scream and his palms came out quickly. The energy in his body seemed to be compressed into two extremely strong rocks, and came out through his arms to face the cold spear.

The man in black frowned slightly, knowing that if he still had a gun in, even if he stabbed Xiang Yufeng's chest, he would probably be slammed into all the sternum by these terrifying two palms.

With a sneer, the curved gun was like an immortal pulling out a green branch in the world, and it swung slightly and stabbed into Xiang Yufeng's shoulder!

At this moment, the man in black put a gun and faced Xiang Yufeng with his hands.

With a loud bang, the force shook the four sides, dust was shaking, and the poisonous smoke was gone. No matter how talented the man in black was, he could not get as strong as the muscles and bones that Xiang Yufeng Haotian had cultivated.

But what made Xiang Yufeng frightened was that when the man in black was shocked by him, he could even pull out the bending gun inserted on his shoulder! How fast and what a wonderful technique it was!

If he missed a blow, he immediately retreated. It was exactly the style of a first-class man in black. The man in black was on the street and never looked at Yufeng again. His clothes were blown away by the strong wind, like a white crane that was not covered with dust.

Moreover, the calmness shown by the man in black and even avoided like an instinctive reaction made Xiang Yufeng very impressed. He had been in contact with things since he was a child, so of course he knew how many years of immersion it would take to achieve.

Especially when I noticed the other party's technique when covering the traces, it was very sophisticated. It exuded a gloomy smell, which always made Xiang Yufeng feel very familiar - I felt that the other party's way of shooting seemed familiar, and I really wanted to see it somewhere, but where it was, Xiang Yufeng couldn't remember it.

I guess this is the true side of the man in black. He is calm and not to mention it. He is vicious and decisive, and is the ultimate in the world.

Although the shot on the street was brilliant and extremely heroic, in Xiang Yufeng's eyes, it was not astonishing as the dark aura emitted by the other party at this time. The real strength shown by this person would probably not be simple.

Xiang Yufeng looked a little solemn. This time he returned to Shanghai, he was chased by people all over the place. The most tragic thing is that he, the king of Shanghai, still doesn’t know who the other party is and where he comes from.

With a shout, the man in black did not stop casting, took off his clothes with one hand, revealing a simple and simple piece of clothing inside.

The black clothes fell into the mud. After a moment, one toe gently tapped on the clothes, and a figure swept over quickly.

The gun light seemed to illuminate the entire street in an instant, and the dust in late summer was blown up by the gun wind, and it flew chaoticly among the two people. The ancient bending gun suddenly and resolutely came to Xiangyu Peak with the tragic and beautiful dust.

Just like on the side of the street, Xiang Yufeng's body was rushing out and transported to his palms. He opened the world and slapped at the other side's ground door with the extremely powerful palm wind, and he didn't even look at the oncoming crooked gun.

The palm was so fierce that the man in black shook his hair back, like steel thorns.

He was not as good as the other party in martial arts, so he had to fight for his life. Moreover, he knew very well that the more he killed people, the more he cherished his life and the more proud he was, how could he exchange his life?

As he wished, the other party really swung his spear and slashed towards his fist force. Xiang Yufeng stopped his hand very quickly, turned into two black shadows, and hit the other party's temples. The fists were clean and neat, extremely simple, but extremely fierce.

At this moment, the man in black who was fighting against him did something that Xiang Yufeng could never have imagined!

The man in black put his gun away from his waist. He directly used the gun in his hand as a hidden weapon and quickly threw it towards Xiang Yufeng.

The gun was out of his hand and shot out quickly. It hit Xiang Yufeng's throat. However, his body shrank unusually, avoiding Xiang Yufeng's fierce fist wind. He put his hand at the mouth of his left leg boot.

Xiang Yufeng screamed softly, closed his fists back, and attacked him in an interlaced manner. He relied on his Haotian battle aura to knock the deadly gun away. The gun turned into a straight line and flew out, sniffing and trembling on the ground, trembling and buzzing.

What shocked him even more was that the other party's speed seemed to be faster than the gun. When the gun just inserted into the ground, he had once again held the shaking gunman.

When the man in black bent his gun in his hand, he was a peerless gunman open and open, and upright, so Xiang Yufeng used the Haotian battle aura to respond. However, after the man in black abandoned the gun, his entire body seemed to be gone, turning into a phantom in the autumn wind, holding a sharp tiger roaring silver spear in his hand and stabbed out.

In an instant, the two figures started to fight in the alley, and their close-knit fights were all in strange ways. The tips were silent, pointing out the insidiousness, and they were extremely dangerous assassinated within a very small range. The two people were moving faster and faster, bent their elbows and knees, lifted their abdomen and chopped their feet, stood on the wall from the corner of the wall, and then fell to the ground. A series of physical attacks sounded in a series of thrilling sounds.

If Xiang Yufeng had not been trained by Taoist Qingfeng since childhood, and had not been deeply immersed in the style of the Tiandao Sect, it would have been this way, I would have been killed by that gun. No matter what, the other party's harmony in gun art has surpassed him.

A light gray light flashed across the eyes of Yufeng, and the tip of the tiger roared down very straightly.

With a wave of his hand, the violent energy in his body burst out suddenly, the sleeves on his arm were shattered slightly by the shock, and his right hand was stimulated by the energy. He kept shaking and hitting out with a bang.

The man in black who was attached to his left arm like a ghost felt a powerful and conical energy coming to his face. The other party's fingers scattered one by one, as if a dead branch was trembling!
Chapter completed!