Wang Lang slowly drew his sword and looked at the man not far away, "I am becoming more and more curious now. Who is the person who arranged the nine levels? He can actually let the Master of the Zihuang Pavilion come to be the ninth level."

Zhao Yin slowly stood up, "Everyone underestimated you."

"What kind of playing?" Wang Lang shook his ears.

"Call until I agree to you."

"If I can't get through, will the people above don't want the Dragon Stone?"

"I'm just a checker and don't care about this."

Wang Lang grinned, and the dragon sword was crossed in front of his chest, "I offended."

Zhao Yin took a leap and drew a circle in his hand, pointing to the sky with a sharp edge.

Wang Lang stepped on his feet and rushed towards Zhao Yin, slashing wildly. Zhao Yin's spear came out like a dragon, with a very tricky angle. The gap in his arms pierced towards Wang Lang's throat, and he would definitely kill him with one blow.

The dragon sword turned around and picked up the spear. Wang Lang lowered his head, missed the tip of the spear, and then rushed towards Zhao Yin again.

Zhao Yin took the gun, grabbed the gun with one hand and held the gun with the other. The tip of the gun suddenly hit Wang Lang. The speed was extremely fast, like forming a net with a dense spear tip.

Wang Lang waved the dragon sword in his hand repeatedly, and the jingling sound was endless, dazzled, and he couldn't see the swords and guns of the two, and only saw the interlacing of light and shadow.

clang!

The two of them found a chance at the same time. Wang Lang's sword light was like a rainbow, and Zhao Yin's gun was like a dragon.

The tip of the gun poked at Wang Lang's heart, and Wang Lang's knife slashed towards Zhao Yin's head.

Wang Lang's move is a move that kills one thousand enemies and destroys himself by himself for eight hundred.

The distance between the two was not far, just enough for Wang Lang to slash Zhao Yin on his head with a knife.

Wang Lang was shot and died, but Zhao Yin was sure to die if he was shot.

In desperation, Zhao Yin put away his gun and blocked it with his spear. His body was only slightly shorter, and the gun body was cut by Wang Lang's ferocious dragon sword.

Wang Lang took this opportunity and slashed towards Zhao Yin like a storm.

Zhao Yin used attack as the defense, swinging the spear in his hand continuously, and waving the spear was like condensing a barrier, blocking Wang Lang's eighteen swords alive.

Mars in the air are spilling for no money.

clang!

Zhao Yin's expression remained calm and calm, quietly counting Wang Lang's eighteen swords. As soon as the eighteen swords passed, Zhao Yin suddenly retreated, swung the spear in his hand from top to bottom, and the tip of the spear pointed towards Wang Lang's crotch.

Wang Lang pressed his knife to block it, but he didn't think that the gun was a spiritual one. It was obviously in his crotch, but Wang Lang's chest felt hot, and he quickly cut across and stepped back.

When I looked down, a nearly ten centimeter-long wound broke into my chest, and blood kept flowing.

The principle of Zhao Yin’s move just now was very simple, it was to use speed. If you slapped it fast enough, others would think you didn’t do anything at all.

Zhao Yin's moment when he poked Wang Lang's crotch just now, it did poke, but the speed was too fast. Wang Lang saw a phantom, and the real tip of the gun had quietly reached Wang Lang's chest.

Rubbing blood at will, Wang Lang looked up at Zhao Yin.

Zhao Yin was serious and pointed the spear in his hand at Wang Lang crazy, pointing his fingers to the east and west, hitting the fingers, and occasionally hitting wherever he pointed. The fastest one was almost twice as fast as the beginning, and he could only see the gun shadow. There was no blow at all.

Wang Lang waved his sword repeatedly, only blocking half of it. After a while, Wang Lang was covered in wounds, with wounds of all sizes.

A low shout came from his throat, Wang Lang slashed wildly, and his body was shorter, and he jumped forward as quickly as possible, jumped behind Zhao Yin. The two of them leaned back to back, grabbed the knife with both hands, and stabbed them under their armpits.

First, there was a sound of a knife entering the flesh, and then a clang sound. Zhao Yin's spear blocked the dragon sword in a strange posture.

Wang Lang twisted his sword, turned his elbow and hit Zhao Yin's head.

Zhao Yin turned his head and raised his elbow to block Wang Lang's elbow. Wang Lang kept hitting his elbow more than a dozen times. At the same time, he raised his leg and stepped on Zhao Yin's leg. Zhao Yin had extremely rich practical experience. He just bent his legs down and did not give Wang Lang a chance to exert force at all.

Wang Lang wanted to draw his gun and take this opportunity to instantly kill Zhao Yin, but in the end he endured it, turned around and stood behind Zhao Yin's back, and drew his knife and slashed it down.

Zhao Yin stole his horse and speared over his head, blocking Wang Lang's knife.

There are gaps on the gun body, all cut by the dragon sword. It is great that it can last for so long and not break.

When Wang Lang raised his hand to slash down, Zhao Yin's throat let out a muffled growl. Wang Lang saw Zhao Yin's spear bend into a huge arc, then grabbed the gun with one hand and let it go, and the tip of the spear drew an arc to suck Wang Lang.

All this is a long story, but it happens in the middle of a flash.

The speed was as fast as lightning. Wang Lang turned his blade and slashed towards the spear.

clang!

The sharp sound suddenly broke and the gun broke.

Wang Lang barely dodged, and the broken gun whistled past his side. The air made a sharp sound, extremely harsh. His skin was not scratched by the broken gun, but the air waves caused by the broken gun were painful.

Zhao Yin jumped forward, turned around in the air, and pointed at Wang Lang at the broken gun.

Wang Lang didn't even think about it and another knife was cut.

He directly cut off Zhao Yin's gun.

Zhao Yin's gun was one-third shorter.

Wang Lang knew that if he wanted to defeat Zhao Yin, a gun like someone could only fuck him with his face. Wang Lang had tried his best to fuck him with his face before. After finally fucking, he opened the distance again. The master of the Zihuang Pavilion was indeed awesome, and the grandson of Zhao Hou really favored his grandson.

Zhao Yin held the gun in both hands and made a starting move. The meaning was very obvious and he still had to fight.

"Why didn't you kill me just now?" Zhao Yin stared at Wang Lang.

Wang Lang took out his ears and wiped the blood from his belly.

He grinned at Zhao Yin, "I have a habit of not killing people on the 15th day of the lunar month, and not killing people on the 3rd and 6th day of the National Day, Spring Festival, Dragon Boat Festival, Labor Day, Mid-Autumn Festival, Qingming Festival, and Qingming Festival. He may kill people on Christmas, and there are many killings, which are carnival nights." Wang Lang smiled.

"A very strange habit." Zhao Yin spoke.

"You believe it too? Even your IQ is your master of Zihuang Pavilion." Wang Lang smiled awkwardly.

Zhao Yin frowned and came with a gun.

Wang Lang's face was still a smirk. When the blade turned, Zhao Yin stabbed him with a shot. Unexpectedly, Wang Lang's body bent into a huge arc and the knife in his hand stabbed Zhao Yin's jaw.

Zhao Yin grabbed the gun with both hands and twitched Wang Lang's stomach.

"Oh, haha!" Wang Lang cursed and fell to the ground.

Zhao Yin held a broken gun in his hand, his face was expressionless, and he stung Wang Lang's throat. This was the rhythm of killing Wang Lang.

In desperation, Wang Lang raised his hand and grabbed a wooden card in his hand.

The broken gun stopped one centimeter outside Wang Lang's skin.

Wang Lang lay on the ground, crossing his legs, looking at Zhao Yin, "Come on, kill, you're going to kill."
Chapter completed!