“Good marksmanship!”
Chen Xingwen thrust his spear out, making Dong Qianqiu’s eyes light up.
As the saying goes, an expert will know if something is there as soon as he makes a move.
Compared to Xu Yang, a former disciple of the Sword Sect, Chen Xingwen was more than ten times stronger in
terms of cultivation, skills, and combat experience.
A simple shot is not only astonishingly powerful, but also contains all kinds of changes, making it difficult to guard
against.
This strength can even compete with ordinary martial arts masters.
I have to admit, this is real genius!
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇt“Qiang!”
Facing Chen Xingwen’s fierce attack, Kusama Yayoi remained calm and unsheathed her famous sword Onimaru in
an instant, slashing down towards the front.
This knife is very simple, very crisp, nothing fancy.
Just at the same time as it was slashed, the famous sword Onimaru glowed red, and the surrounding air became
thicker, like blood. Following the trajectory of Onimaru, it drew a strange arc in the air, and then struck heavily. On
the silver gun.
“boom!”
There was a loud bang.
The swords and guns collided, erupting into a powerful wave of energy that swept around like a wave.
In an instant, sand and rocks were flying, and smoke and dust were everywhere.
Many people were blinded by the wind and sand.
After one blow, the two sides separated.
Chen Xingwen’s body trembled to neutralize the repulsive force, and then he trembled with the silver gun, without
any pause, and swung it towards Kusama Yayoi’s head with a sweeping force.
The force of this blow weighs ten thousand kilograms and can break rocks. If it hits a person’s head, it will be like a
hammer smashing a watermelon. It can be smashed easily.
Yayoi Kusama seemed to have expected it. She raised her head to avoid being struck by the spear, and at the same
time slashed out diagonally with her sword.
Chen Xingwen put away his gun and blocked it, using his skill to neutralize Kusama Yayoi’s fierce force. Then he
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmused retreat as an advance, widened the distance, and launched a fierce attack by taking advantage of the gun’s
length.
“Qiang Qiang Qiang…”
There was only a sound of gold and iron clashing, accompanied by a large number of sparks.
Chen Xingwen’s offensive became more and more fierce. He stabbed, pointed, whipped, flicked, circled, blocked,
and pounced, and various attack moves emerged in an endless stream.
His gun is so fast that ordinary warriors can only see blurry afterimages, unable to distinguish the real ones from
the fake ones.
The essential. Chen Xingwen is not only fast with his gun, but his attacks are extremely sharp, his angles are
extremely tricky, and every move and style is unpredictable.
A silver gun in his hand seemed to have spirituality, like an arm.
The profundity of his marksmanship has reached the pinnacle, and even looking at it from a distance is
breathtaking.