"when"!

At the moment when the guns and swords were fighting, many people thought that the end of the world was coming.

The aftermath caused by this blow is also completely in line with everyone's speculation.

Flying sand and stones, and forests shatter.

Xie Xuan's clothes flew away, taking advantage of the momentum to retreat, his movements were graceful and natural, like a spiritual ink painting, with indescribable freehand paintings, which made people unconsciously intoxicated and unable to extricate themselves.

"It was indeed the first shot in the north, Xie Xuan understood it." Xie Xuan laughed.

"It's not just the first shot in the north, but also the first shot in the world." Murong Chui's right hand trembled, but his tone was still full of domineeringness.

In the attack just now, both sides were subjected to a recoil force.

In contrast, Murong Chui believed that Xie Xuan would be subjected to more recoil force.

The reason is very simple. He used a gun, while Murong Chui used a sword.

Therefore, it is wise to not give the other party a chance to breathe.

Murong Chui picked up the spear slightly, and his whole body rushed towards Xie Xuan like an arrow.

Compared with swords, although marksmanship is not suitable for melee combat, it is in the hands of ordinary warriors.

For Murong Chui, no matter what distance it is, as long as his gun can reach, there is no unsuitable battlefield.

Xie Xuan was not surprised. The sound of the sword sound came again. This time it was no longer the roar of dragons and tigers, but the sound of lightning and thunder.

Xie Xuan rose up with his sword, his gun shadow flashed, and his sword blew, and both sides used the most extreme methods to fight head-on.

The two armies have the most powerful momentum in front of the formation. If they blindly dodge, they will bring an unparalleled blow to their morale.

So Xie Xuan had no way out.

Xie Xuan was still calm and composed, carrying wind and thunder. Such power was enough to make the prisoner retreat. However, Murong Chui was not an ordinary person, and he himself was like a gun demon.

Facing the power of heaven, Murong Chui seemed to have no feeling at all, roaring in a voice, as if expressing his dissatisfaction with heaven and competing with heaven.

"Zheng!"

The Jiushao Dingyin Sword in Xie Xuan's hand slashed out a mysterious trajectory. When the Beiba spear in Murong Chui's hand was about to be inserted into Xie Xuan's chest, it appeared in front of the Jiushao Dingyin Sword again.

The way there has been completely blocked by the Jiushao Dingyin Sword.

After another gun and sword attack, Xie Xuan finally couldn't help but spit out a mouthful of blood, and Murong Chui was also shocked and his face was pale.

Both sides retreated and needed time to ease their injuries.

"Murong's martial arts attainments have indeed reached the limit of mortals, which is eye-catching." Although he was against the opponent, Xie Xuan couldn't help but exclaim.

In terms of true martial arts level, Xie Xuan still lost half of Murong Chui.

But his swordsmanship was so mysterious that he barely got back to his disadvantages.

Murong Chui's expression remained unchanged. He had already stood up enough with similar praise.

"Even so, I still haven't killed Brother Xie. I have been in the world for so many years, Brother Xie is the only one who can take me a hundred shots." Murong Chui glanced at Xie Xuan deeply.

When you reach Murong Chui's realm, there will be no flaws between any movements and movements, and you will not give the enemy any chance.

However, Xie Xuan's sword energy and thunder sound influenced Murong Chui's martial arts first, and his sword technique suddenly started, killing and attacking everywhere, completely blocking the exquisite changes in Murong Chui's movements.

Although Murong Chui still showed no flaws, the rhythm of the battle was always controlled by Xie Xuan.

Of course, this does not mean that Xie Xuan has the upper hand.

No matter at any time, strength is always the first priority.

Although Xie Xuan controlled the rhythm, he still had to take over Murong Chui's shooting skills.

Under this premise, Xie Xuan will inevitably be injured, but Xie Xuan minimized the possibility of injury.

Even so, this is the only one that Murong Chui saw in his life.

Xie Xuan is the most powerful enemy he has faced since he was born. Murong Chui realized extremely deeply that even if he could kill Xie Xuan tonight, he would probably be seriously injured and would probably fall into the hands of the Yellow Bird.

But just a moment later, Murong Chui threw this idea away.

Now that Fu Jian has been defeated, the Xianbei tribe is the most numerous among the Hu people, and Murong Chui is the supreme king of the Xianbei tribe.

It can be said that Murong Chui has become the de facto overlord of the north. After Fu Jian, Murong Chui is the person who is most likely to unify the north.

At this time, who dares to touch Murong Chui's tiger beard?

Moreover, it is not so easy for Murong Chui and Xie Xuan to be the oriole.

Before he came, he had already spyed around him. Once he entered a certain range, someone would report it.

There is no movement yet, which is enough to show that we have the initiative. After all, not everyone can think of the ambush Xie Xuan, let alone anyone can do it.

Xie Xuan must die, Murong Chu made up his mind. Once Xie Xuan died, he could let go and rectify the north, and then fight to merge the south this time to complete the hegemony that Fu Jian did not complete.

Giving Xie Xuan a chance, he may not be unable to integrate the South into Tietong, and he will inevitably become his enemy.

The more he fought with Xie Xuan, the more Murong Chui attached importance to Xie Xuan. The difficulty of this opponent was still above his expectations.

So his murderous intention became stronger and stronger.

"Brother Xie, if you take a shot from me, Murong Chui will turn around and leave." Murong Chui said seriously.

Xie Xuan did not show any joy on his face, but instead felt solemn.

He knew that Murong Chui was going to decide the outcome of life and death.

When they reach their level, they naturally have the ability to determine life and death success or failure in one move.

However, from the beginning, Xie Xuan did not retreat. At this moment, of course there was no reason to retreat.

"Xie also has a sword. Please give General Murong a taste." Xie Xuan said in a deep voice.

The atmosphere was unprecedentedly quiet.

The air is filled with a solemn atmosphere.

Murong Chui and Xie Xuan's army were both holding their breath. Even though they had a slight understanding of this duel that was far beyond their realm, they also knew from their words that the next move was a critical moment.

"Boom!"

In the air, there was a sound of thunder, but when you look closely, it was just the North Domine Spear in Murong Chui's hand dancing wildly in the sky.

The thunder sound suppressed all the sword sounds. Then in this short time, Murong Chui changed to holding the gun in both hands, and shot towards Xie Xuan like an arrow from the string.

This attack is very similar to the attack that Xie Xuan started, but it is even more powerful.

Murong Chui went forward, just like a tiger going down the mountain, and the atmosphere instantly became extremely tragic.

Compared with the lightness of the sword, the Beiba Gun, a weapon that wins with length and mass, changes the color of this attack.

When Xie Xuan faced this thunder attack, he seemed to face this angry world. What kind of offensive would he take?

Everyone's eyes fell on Xie Xuan, but Xie Xuan seemed to have not seen him, and he could not see him.

At this moment, his eyes were filled with more and more guns.

Murong Chui calculated everything perfectly, Xie Xuan's response time, Xie Xuan's direction of avoidance, and Xie Xuan's Jiushao's length of the sword.

Murong Chui, who had the initiative, did not give Xie Xuan any chance.

One move, divide life and death.

Faced with Murong Chui's unprecedented blow, a trace of firmness flashed in Xie Xuan's eyes, and there was no hesitation in his hand.

With a light blow to the sword body of Jiushao Dingyin, the thunder disappeared, and replaced by endless crying sounds.

Listening to this cry, everyone present felt sad.

In a trance, they saw countless sages who were carrying out national disasters.

Confucius said Chengren, Meng said to be righteous, and Xie Xuan read Confucian classics and history well. Although he was not a great Confucian scholar who had studied the classics for a long time, he was no worse than anyone in his practice of Confucianism.

Left and left, just one death.

Xie Xuan suddenly stormed the void, and a light that could not be despised appeared on the Jiushao Dingyin Sword.

He actually greeted Murong Chui's Beiba spear without any defense.

Is he crazy?

"No." Murong Chui immediately sounded a warning sign in his heart, and he immediately understood Xie Xuan's thoughts.

But at this moment, he couldn't stop even if he wanted to.

He had calculated too much before this shot, blocking all Xie Xuan's retreat, and also completely blocking his retreat.

There is no return to the end, no regrets in life and death. This is Murong Chui's choice, and he can only continue.

"Um!"

A muffled groan sounded, and the Beiba spear penetrated directly through Xie Xuan's chest.

However, it's not over.

Xie Xuan continued to move forward, and ran forward at an extremely fast speed along the body of the Beiba Gun.
To be continued...