Chapter 228 Not Strong Sword lights filled the sky like a group of bloodthirsty snakes, cutting through the rain curtain and coming suddenly. Amid the interweaving silver threads, there was a sharp blade light hidden among them, which came from behind and swept towards Liang Qu's neck and throat like a poisonous dragon. Binding with fishing nets and catching with harpoons should have been a seamless collaboration that would lead to a sure kill, but suddenly a flash of green light passed before the eyes of the two men. Liang Qu's four fingers swept across the gun body, and the vast energy and blood that had been lingering in his dantian for a long time suddenly rose like a dragon. The light on the tip of the gun leaped, emitting a faint green light, and with just a shake, it pierced through the surrounding sword energy. "not good!" It was as if a lead block was dropped on Huang Jinghong's wrist. The big fish tied in the sword net flipped over and turned into a green dragon, tearing the fishing net apart while struggling. Suddenly, the sword light dissipated. Liang Qu took a step forward, followed the gun, cut the air flow, and stabbed at the terrified Huang Jinghong. too close! The air around me seemed to suddenly turn cold. Huang Jinghong had no way to dodge or block. He tried to retreat, but it was useless. Liang Qu's gun was relentless and he kept advancing, not caring about the knife light coming from the side.
The green light on the spear tip became even brighter, and the roar of a blue dragon resounded through the sky, sweeping over as if it came from the ancient mountains. "Zi Yan, save me!" This reckless fighting style made Huang Jinghong's pupils shrink sharply, and his gaze shifted to Huang Ziyan. In a flash, Huang Jinghong died. It would be meaningless to kill Liang Qu. Huang Ziyan immediately gave up the opportunity, turned his wrist, and chopped at the spear accurately. The spears and swords collided, and Fu Bo switched directions. Huang Jinghong, who had escaped from the crisis, almost cried out for joy, but he caught a glimpse of Huang Ziyan's pale face out of the corner of his eye. At the moment of collision, his hand felt lighter, and all the sword beams he released missed the target! There was no power in the gun! Except for a slight jolt, it was like being swept by a stream of water. This is a feint! Damn it, how can there be such an amazing momentum without any power? The two sides brushed past each other, and Huang Ziyan, who had attacked with all his strength, lost his balance and stood in front of Huang Jinghong. Liang Qu gripped the gun barrel with both hands, leaned back, exerted force with both arms, and the ivory wood gun body drew a large circle, slashing towards Huang Ziyan's exposed neck with a cold light, and the offense and defense changed in an instant! Huang Jinghong at the back glared with anger, and burst out at the fastest speed in his life, grabbed Huang Ziyan by the back of his neck and retreated violently! Rumble. Green light and electric light intertwined, and drops of blood slowly fell from the black and gold-colored spear tip. The blood-covered spear was quickly washed clean by the rain. The clothes were torn and the rags sank into puddles, covered with a layer of mud. Huang Ziyan only felt a chill in his chest, followed by a burning pain. If Huang Jinghong hadn't pulled him back, the bullet would have almost cut his ribs! "Very experienced." After just one encounter, the two of them supported each other, with cold sweat on their backs. How could someone have so much experience in fighting? Fighting to the death with your own brother since the womb? Liang Qu turned his spear, the red tassel flew, and rain mixed with blood spilled out. He did not give the two men a chance to breathe, and raised his spear again to kill them. The charge stirred up the fallen leaves floating in the puddle. Liang Qu poured all his strength into the gun like water. He took three steps forward, and his strength accumulated to the peak. A raging murderous aura came towards him.
Huang Ziyan ignored the pain in his chest, turned his wrist and raised his sword to meet the spear. Huang Jinghong on the side took a step sideways and swung the tip of his sword towards Liang Qu's face. The tip of the spear touched the blade of the long sword, Liang Qu pulled it hard, dazzling sparks mixed with raindrops burst out, and the blood accumulated on the red tassel splashed on Huang Ziyan's face. He did not reduce his strength, and swung it straight over Fu Bo and hit Huang Jinghongjian next to him. Huang Ziyan was hit by Liang Qu's spear several times in succession, his palms felt painful and his forearms trembled slightly. The same happened to Huang Jinghong, who almost had his sword knocked down. The falling rain water seeped into my mouth and tasted bitter. Liang Qu's spear skills were ferocious, and his bursts of force made them terrified, as if he were an indefatigable tiger. sulfuric acid! Liang Qu swung his sword and used the rain to sense everything around him, and he was almost always able to arrive first. No matter which of the two men in front of him is picked out to fight alone, he can easily defeat the Whale Gang leader Liu Jie. But he is also no longer the same person he was before. The marmoset provides strength, the Yinglong pattern provides agility, and the mirage insect provides experience. Any fight in a dream is a fight to the death, which gives him an unparalleled advantage. Adding these three together, Liang Qu could fight the two of them on equal terms with just ordinary means. We can't say that the two are weak; Not strong. "Boring." Liang Qu swept across with one move, forcing the sword back again. Boring? Huang Jinghong and Huang Ziyan were stunned for a moment, and the moment they understood, they flew into a rage. The veins on their hands holding the hilts of swords and knifes were exposed. They were about to move forward when suddenly a thick fog came in from the woods by the roadside, as thick as milk, covering everything in an instant. fog? How could such a thick fog appear out of nowhere? The white mist, as thick as liquid, stuck to the sword and submerged the entire body, as dense as a heavy white curtain. Every time Huang Ziyan's knife made a cut, the crack would heal itself in an instant. The two looked at each other, alarm bells rang in their hearts. They leaned back and tried to use their breath and perception to explore the surrounding environment, but they found that the fog was extremely unique and could even conceal their breath, so they could not find Liang Qu's figure at all. Is it that kid? Huang Jinghong frowned: "Wanxiang Martial Arts?" "What kind of Wanxiang martial arts can create such a thick fog?" "I told you not to wait, but now something bad has happened!" Huang Ziyan was indignant: "What's the point of blaming me now? What do you think I want?" "Something is crawling up my feet!" Huang Jinghong jumped up from the ground like a frightened rabbit, but he staggered and almost fell to the ground. He kicked his legs hard to break free, and looked down to see the tentacle-like water stream dissipating into splashes. The scene just now seemed like an illusion. "What the hell? Did you see it?"
Huang Ziyan said solemnly: "I see." Huang Jinghong looked around nervously, and heard the sound of a surging tide, as if water was gathering from the sky and the ground. He thought quickly, and suddenly his eyes lit up. "I understand, it's an illusion! It must be an illusion!" Huang Ziyan heard this and thought about it and suddenly felt that it made sense. What kind of myriad phenomena could have such an amazing performance, causing a thick fog to cover the entire area? The fog, the water flow, the sound of the tide, can only be an illusion! It is a guide to the heavy rain today! Reminiscent of the golden eyes photographed by Liang Qu... He screamed, "Pupil Technique, he has practiced Pupil Technique, we have been tricked! Quick, find a way to break Pupil Technique." The two of them immediately urged their qi and blood to flow into the Niwan Palace, using their unique method of awakening the mind to try to break the illusion. However, when they opened their eyes again, nothing around them had changed. The fog was thick and flowing quietly. The two looked at each other, their hearts heavy. What a powerful illusion! The usual method can't solve it! He is good at body movement, horizontal training, spearmanship, illusion, and has almost no weaknesses despite being less than an adult. Is there really such a talented person in the world? The two men jumped up and down in the fog, and the long spear suddenly pierced through the white fog like water, creating a big circle. "caught you!" Huang Jinghong and Huang Ziyan, who were originally jumping up and down, suddenly joined hands, the flashes of swords and shadows of sabers intertwined, the streams of light gathered into a torrent, and slammed into the thick fog. The air currents danced wildly and the thick fog dissipated. The sound of the tide swept in, covering the sky and the earth. The two were stunned. They looked up fearfully and saw the waterfall pouring down along the edge of the skylight. The black rain fell to the ground and then surged into the sky from the ground. The yellow muddy water and the white splashes transformed from the skylight collided and gathered into a flowing wall of water, reflecting and distorting the faces of the two people. Liang Qu stood on the water and looked down, like gazing at two frogs sitting in a well and looking at the sky. With a casual move of his hand, the spear floated to his hand along the waves and pointed diagonally at the two of them. "I told you that you two can't take me down." The huge wall was shattered, with a sound like thunder! Another bolt of lightning struck through the gray clouds, and the dark blue spear light left his hand. The sound of the tide and the whistling of the wind rose together, and the broken knife circled and flew several feet away, piercing into the ground obliquely. Huang Ziyan fell straight down like a kite with a broken string, with a mouth full of blood spraying onto the tree, staining the wrinkled bark red and soaking the black soil. He widened his eyes and looked at Huang Jinghong, whose pupils were dilated. Thousands of tons of torrents slowly dissipated in all directions and merged into the woods. (End of this chapter)