Chapter 805 (2/2)
Within half a year, it is entirely reasonable to forget the endless years of shooting and learn it again.
Qin Yi was funny to himself. On the surface, he gently nodded his head: ”within half a year, he will learn the second half of the Dragon fighting gun technique. Such a speed is really fast enough. You know, this is a set of gun technique left over from the ancient immortal years. Its difficulty is so difficult that it can be imagined. It is even difficult to master compared with those imperial Taoist martial arts.”
”That goes without saying.”
There was never the word ”modesty” in Long Yan's dictionary. When he was about to look up his handsome face, he looked up slightly with a little pride and a pretty smelly appearance.
Seeing his appearance, Qin Yi almost laughed directly.
”Very good. Then I'll learn about the power of your last three shots?”
Qin Yi said slowly.
From beginning to end, his left hand did not return to its original shape. It was still as wide as Zhang Xu, and his palm was dark. There was an interesting ancient evil spirit lingering on it.
”Good!”
The two stopped talking nonsense and continued to fight.
”Dragon blood warrior now - Dragon killing style!”
Long Yan burst out a drink. The soles of his feet were on the ground again and stamped hard. The ground was stamped out a huge crack again. With the help of this force, he went to Qin Yi with an ink gun.
As soon as he got up, he disappeared directly.
The next moment, he suddenly appeared in front of Qin Yi. The dark and sharp gun head had already hit Qin Yi's chest.
”Buzz!”
The head of the gun vibrated and gave a huge killing intention, just like a life-threatening gun stabbed from hell.
In an instant, Qin Yi was shrouded in a breath of death. Although there was only one gun head, the pressure was like a Mount Tai, pressing towards Qin Yi.
”Peng!”
This peerless invisible pressure hit Qin Yi hard and made a huge noise. Qin Yi was shocked by this pressure and flew out.
The gun head of Long Yan was more than twice as fast as Qin Yi's flying speed. In the blink of an eye, it was stabbed at a high speed. Qin Yi's eyes were full of flowers. He only felt that Long Yan's handsome face was close at hand and full of war.
Obviously, the quality of Longyan's gun is twice as high as that of the previous one. Not only its power is not reduced, but also its speed is indescribable!
”Seven forms of heavenly demons - the fourth form!”
Qin Yi had no time to think about it, so he patted the dark demon's left hand out with a roaring sound.
”Pa Pa Pa!”
Before the devil's left hand could capture it, the air around them suddenly burst, forming huge air whirling nests around them.
The devil's left hand didn't stop and move forward.
”Peng!”
The devil's left hand slapped on Long Yan's body. The mighty energy wave shook Qin Yi and Long Yan out again.
The next moment, they both stopped flying at the same time.
At this time, their faces were slightly pale.
It can be seen that this big collision is still equal!
Qin Yi had never met such an opponent as himself. At this moment, his chest was also filled with a surging sense of war, which almost burst his chest.
He stood there proudly, as if he were the only one in the world. His whole body was full of hair that made his soul tremble. His clothes were hunting and his black hair was dancing wildly, like a dark cloud.
”Dragon blood warrior now - dragon blood style!”
In the roar, Long Yan played the seventh form of the eight forms of fighting the dragon.
With his shooting, a huge blood dragon shadow appeared out of thin air, hundreds of feet long, circling in the air.
”Roar...”
The blood dragon shadow roared and dived down. In the blink of an eye, it disappeared into the Dragon Yan's ink gun.
As the shadow of the blood dragon disappeared, the whole ink gun suddenly became blood red, which reflected the whole martial arts field into a blood red, with a sad smell, making it seem as if it had fallen into an eternal killing field.
Hiss, hiss
The sound of the blood gun breaking through the air burst out towards the young man in front. It was still too fast to describe.
With the piercing of this gun, Qin Yi's chest was in great pain, as if he had been directly pierced by a blood gun.
”The seventh form of the devil - the sixth form!”
In the cold cry, Qin Yi patted the devil's left hand again towards the Long Yan who burst the thorn.
The power of this palm can be imagined. When the dark demon clapped his left hand on Longyan's body, his body suddenly showed signs of cracking, and blood gushed out of the cracks.