A black sword was inserted into his chest, pinning him to the ground unable to move, and he was vomiting blood profusely.

around him.

A black gun was stuck there diagonally, without any momentum at all.

Everyone was stunned!

Gu Han... won!

A swordsman who switched to guns on a whim unexpectedly defeated a prodigy who had been immersed in the art of guns for decades!

What about justice?

What about heaven?

"Uncle Jiao knows things like a god!"

Jiao Qingqing had a look of emotion on his face.

Jiaocheng...

His old face twitched, and there was a dull pain. The old injuries were not healed, but new ones were added!

"Ahem...

…”

Wei Jun vomited blood and stared at Gu Han, "You... aren't you a sword cultivator? How could you..."

"I am a swordsman."

Gu Han said calmly, "I learned marksmanship from my brother. I don't have any talent. I just learned a superficial lesson!"

"who is he!"

"Yang Ying."

Gu Han thought for a while, "Compared with him, my marksmanship is nothing."

Yang Ying!

At this moment, everyone in the room remembered this name and this gun repairman who had never seen him before!

A little bit of skin can defeat the Wei army.

Then the real Yang Ying... how terrifying must he be!

"I don't believe it!"

Wei Jun's Taoist heart almost collapsed, "How can there be such a strong gun cultivator in the world...?"

"You have a gun bone."

Gu Han thought for a while, "But he has a gun soul, so you will never understand and you will never see his shadow."

brush!

During the conversation.

With a move of his hand, the sword rose from the ground and fell into his hand, "You really don't deserve to hold a gun!"

brush!

With a flash of sword light, the black gun broke into two pieces, and the cut was extremely smooth!

There was a wisp of Wei Jun's gun bone in the black gun, which was closely related to his life. If the gun is broken, the man will naturally be dead!

"you……"

Feeling that his foundation was destroyed and his cultivation level was declining, Wei Jun looked desperate and said bitterly, "I swear, the Wei family will never spare you..."

Gu Han ignored him and raised his sword again.

boom!

boom!

At this time, two powerful auras approached from far to near, accompanied by two roars.

"Keep a man under the sword!"

puff!

Gu Han didn't seem to hear it, and the long sword fell instantly, nailing it between Wei Jun's eyebrows!

"Wrong shout!"

There was smoke coming from the little sapling's head, and he sighed and said, "I should have told you to save people under the gun."

Feng Xi glanced at it approvingly and raised the wine bottle.
Chapter completed!