On the field, Jiang Zhuying and the unknown boy were fighting each other. The fierce battle was in full swing, but the people watching around were excited and excited.

Such a superb martial arts can be seen with my own eyes, which is just a wonderful and satisfying for the people present, but for these generals, it is a rare opportunity to understand and learn, and how can you miss it easily?

"Good halberd technique, good marksmanship!" British Hou Zhao Huicheng stood up and shouted.

"Well, Xiaoying's shooting skills have already obtained the true teachings of the British Marquis, but they are different from what you use in Feilan. It's indeed good." Guan Bowen, Minister of the Emperor** Department, praised.

"Haha." Zhao Huicheng nodded, but he knew that although Jiang Zhuying had what he had done with his own marks, he also had some of the experiences recorded by Zi Longgong himself in the "Eighteen Spring Breeze" gun chart obtained from the secret room of the Golden Desert.

Since Jiang Zhuying returned to Jiangshan, after seeing Zhao Huicheng, she told her adopted father about the books she obtained in the Golden Desert and Fengxing Gun. After all, she could not hide such a big thing as a matter of abandoning her halberd and replacing her gun.

Zhao Huicheng was very happy to learn about this news, especially Feng Xing Changji. Since his ancestor Zi Longgong left, the descendants of the Zhao family have never seen each other again. Now that they can be obtained by future generations, how can they not be happy?

But Zhao Huicheng did not mean to take Feng Xing Gun back. He just took the gun score and read it carefully. After sorting out some things he couldn't figure out, he added some of his experiences to Jiang Zhuying. After all, in his heart, Jiang Zhuying was just like his own daughter, and was enough to be the successor of the "Eighteen Spring Breeze Snaps". Of course, Zhao Huicheng himself also benefited a lot from the cultivation experience recorded by his ancestor Zi Longgong, and consciously made new progress on the gun.

Of course, Zhao Huicheng would not tell Guan Bowen these words, and the more he can keep the secrets of his martial arts, the more he will be the trump card against the enemy in the future.

Obviously, the young man was very impressed by Jiang Zhuying's martial arts. He didn't care that he was on the court, so he said to Jiang Zhuying: "My sister's martial arts are more sophisticated than when using the Double Halberd."

"Who are you?" Jiang Zhuying couldn't help but say.

"I'll know after the fight, my sister will take me another halberd." The young man laughed, waved his backhand, and cut off the halberd of the long halberd in his hand. Within a short distance, the wind roared.

If the young man's halberd technique just now was just a wave of slaughtering blood, it seemed to have turned into endless waves of anger, and rushed towards Jiang Zhuying with a surging momentum.

"This son's halberd technique is powerful and rare in the world? But whose children are they?" At this moment, the empire's tycoon who was watching the battle, as long as the generals were watching, felt a sense of horror in his heart.

It’s just a person and a halberd. It can make people feel like facing thousands of troops. It’s really shocking.

Many people even had the idea of ​​being powerless to resist. Even Cao Shiwu, who had always been disdainful, changed his expression, and he secretly thought about how he could resist such a powerful move.

As the protagonist who faces the waves created by steel, Jiang Zhuying's pressure is even greater, but his face is still as cold as jade. He lightly opens his red lips and shouts. He then pulls his hands hard and then pulls it. He moves his hands back and brings out dazzling gun flowers, but it is a defensive move in the "Eighteen Spring Breeze Guns" that "the wind cannot blow."

Jiang Zhuying waved his arm lightly, Feng Xing's spear was pulled back in front of him, and swung his left and right. He wanted to use this "wind to blow" to defend against the halberd as fierce as flames in the young man's hand.

If the young man's halberd technique is fire, then Jiang Zhuying's marksmanship is Qingfeng and Flowing Water.

Back then, Zhao Yun, the British Marquis, was a beginner in the art of shooting and was talented. His teacher asked, "What is the way of gun?"

Mr. Zilong said: "The gun is like water, and there is no fixed trend. The weak are not weak. The strong are stronger."

His master said: "The gun technique is not fixed, and there are only things that come and go. The lower ones are counterattacking moves and are always controlled by others. The higher ones can have guns as they move, and come and go without any determination. Not only does the opponent not be able to dismantle, but each move will not be the same as last time when I use it once! I have told you that the Eighteen Swords of Qingfeng are called Eighteen Swords, but the real masters use thousands of moves, and every move will not be the same as the previous time! And these Eighteen Swords are actually eighteen ways to shoot guns, such as the stream in front of it, and there are both sides of the river on both sides of it.

If the method of a gun is given a way down the mountain, but the water has no fixed trend. When it flourishes, it will inevitably leave this range, have a broader development, and even become stormy waves. However, no matter what, the water has its own shores, so it is like your 18-bree guns. Although there are always eighteen methods to shoot out guns, as long as you have the ability, the gun hidden in it can change thousands, one thousand guns, or ten thousand guns... As long as you have unlimited abilities, your guns are infinite!"

Later, the British Marquis Zhao Yun used this as the basis and finally achieved great success in his guns and was no match for the world.

Therefore, for the "Eighteen Spring Breeze Guns", whether it is offensive or defense, there is actually no fundamental fixed pattern. Instead, it changes slightly according to the opponent's moves, and one move changes ten moves, and ten moves change hundreds of moves. Just like the initial stream, it has become a storm of thousands of acres of waves in the continuous development and changes.

At this moment, the Fengxing Gun in Jiang Zhuying's hand was like a breeze controlling the water flow, causing layers of turbulence without moving.

You can do as strong as you can. The young man's halberd technique is so fierce, like the blood-colored waves burning in anger. However, under Jiang Zhuying's proven advance and retreat, the extremely exquisite moves, the halberd immediately broke out as if it hit a reef that had not moved for thousands of years on the coast.

Moreover, Jiang Zhuying's move also contained a huge spiral force. Under the violent impact, it actually brought a powerful backlash. This is exactly the essence of Jiang Zhuying's shot. With the force of force, it can make a huge move.

However, it was the skill of Zilong Gong who was good at the defensive power-type general at that time. With the cooperation of Jiang Zhuying's spiral force, this skill even exploded with a rebound force.

Even though the young man was born with great strength and had to withdraw his halberd immediately after such a delicate attempt, the force of recoil still made him feel restless and his blood surged.

The two horses finally staggered the stirrups. When the young man saw Jiang Zhuying, there was a scratch on the side of the leather armor on his body. It seemed that it was his long halberd's contribution just now. Jiang Zhuying finally couldn't defend against all the offensives.

"Sister, are you okay?" the boy asked, with a look of concern.

"If you want to care, there is another move!" Jiang Zhuying didn't care. In her opinion, the young man in front of her definitely had the strength that was not commensurate with his age. He was able to catch the move just now by relying on the defensive, which was already very successful.

Seeing that Jiang Zhuying was fine, the young man showed a bright smile on his face, but he was satisfied that he was able to attack Jiang Zhuying just now. After all, in his heart, Jiang Zhuying was a first-class general in this empire, and now he has seen the true legend of the British Marquis Zhao Huicheng.

Back then, the boy took Jiang Zhuying as his idol.

"Zheng'er, your halberd technique has been achieved, and ordinary generals will not be your opponent, but if you meet the people from the Zhao family of the British Marquis, you must be careful. Their 'Eighteen Snaps' are good at scrutiny and skills, and they happen to be our halberd technique." The elder's advice was still in his ears, looking at the familiar Jiang Zhuying in front of him, the young man was thinking.

In fact, even if the elders at home did not give advice, the young man would not dare to look down on Jiang Zhuying a little.

In fact, today is a rare state for him. He was not very happy to take human life with one move. It seems that the competition between experts is only at the front line, and the psychological feeling is only at the front line.

The next moment, the boy felt the soreness of his arm. He immediately knew that Jiang Zhuying used his shot to repel a huge force. Although this force did not cause any substantial damage to him, the scar undoubtedly had a deep psychological impact on the boy, because since the completion of the halberd technique, the boy had never been touched by other people's weapons, let alone his arm was repelled by his own power to repel a soreness of his arms?

"There is another move!" Jiang Zhuying was calm and gentle, like an invisible wind, but his words penetrated deeply into the boy's heart.

"Is the last move? Can you still not break the gun technique in front of you after many years of learning the arts and putting all your strength into three moves?" The young man's proud heart fluctuated.

The boy who was originally laughing became serious, but his willow eyes turned a little red and bloody murderous intent.

"I know who he is!" When the old Taoist looked at the young man's bloody eyes, some secrets of the imperial families that Lin Zhiheng told him suddenly sounded, including the characteristics of many of the unique martial arts of the aristocratic families.

"It's been ten years, and the descendants of this family have actually come out..." Xu Huanzong was also a little surprised.

What kind of legend was that? The so-called general level among all the troops is about such a blood-killing existence, right? It is as shocking as Shura.

"Prepare the horse, if the situation is wrong, separate them immediately!" Zhao Huicheng in the stands stood up suddenly. He could already confirm whose descendant the young man on the field was. Seeing that the young man's moves became more and more fierce, he was worried that the two tigers would have to be injured, so he immediately stepped down.

On the side of the field, Lei Dongfeng, who had already finished the game, was even more nervous and held the cold front double halberd in his hand, afraid that Jiang Zhuying would accidentally be injured by the boy.

"Shura Sea!" At this moment, on the field, the young man shouted loudly, and the long steel halberd in his hand was like a surging flame, shaking a sea of ​​burning fire. Under his slightly tender hands, it rotated like a light curtain, heading straight for Jiang Zhuying.

"The third move!" Jiang Zhuying snorted coldly. Although he had already felt the supreme pressure, the Fengxing spear in his hand became more and more firm.
Chapter completed!