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    Ye Futian walked forward, the strong man from the thirteenth floor looked at him, nodded with a smile.

    Stretching out his fingers, Ye Futian pointed to the silver spear in the middle of the demigod, and suddenly many people looked at him. Those who dare to challenge the demigod are extraordinary people.

    "Who is this person?" Among the crowd, someone whispered.

    "Silver clothes and a silver mask, with extraordinary bearing, I don't know which powerful person it is."

    "How to call it?" asked the strong man who only listened to the thirteenth floor.

    "Silver Spear, Sky." Ye Futian used a pseudonym, so naturally no one had heard of his name.

    On the thirteenth floor in front, on the thirteenth floor, a figure floated down and landed on the open battlefield next to it. Ye Futian walked over there and came to the opposite side, and silver light curtains appeared around him, directly sealing the area.  space.

    The battlefield is huge, but it's small for people of their level, but the Thirteenth Floor's sparring is to learn how to use marksmanship to attack and attack.  .

    "Thirteenth Floor, Silver Spear, Wen Yang, please advise." The practitioner opposite Ye Futian was a middle-aged man, holding a silver long spear, with an indomitable and sharp aura on his body, as if he was standing there  , is a gun.

    Both of them call themselves silver guns, whose gun is stronger?

    Ye Futian stretched out his hand, and suddenly the great power in his hand gathered into a silver spear. He held the spear, looked at Wen Yang, and said, "Please advise."

    The moment the voice fell, Ye Futian's body seemed to become extremely sharp, and it merged with the silver gun. The gun was like a man, and the man was like a gun. The silver clothes on his body fluttered, giving people a sense of extraordinaryness.

    For just a moment, Wen Yang seemed to sense that he had encountered a formidable opponent, and his expression became extraordinarily solemn.

    Round after round of terrifying fluctuations emanated from the spear in his hand. He walked forward and stabbed a shot at the void, causing the void to vibrate, and a powerful shock wave appeared.

    However, Wen Yang did not attack directly, but stabbed again, one after another, continuously, each time the shock wave was stronger, the power seemed to be multiplying, and it was constantly stacking and becoming stronger  .

    "Thirteen-level marksmanship." Everyone couldn't help being a little startled when they saw that Wen Yang's shots were unique. Moreover, Wen Yang seemed to be extremely cautious, did not try to attack, and shot after shot, constantly sublimating the power of marksmanship.

    The thirteenth floor spear technique, the further back, the more terrifying the power. It is said that the person who created this spear technique in the past only practiced to the twelfth level.  Weeping ghosts and gods, he himself died after using that final shot, a shocking shot before he died.

    Ye Futian stood there quietly, feeling the powerful shock waves that constantly hit, one after another, like a huge wave of destruction, oppressing this forbidden space, suffocating the space, and the avenue collapsed.  In a closed space, this kind of marksmanship is indeed extremely powerful.

    Moreover, the power of marksmanship is still stacking and becoming stronger.

    It's a pity that the opponent Wen Yang met was him. It is of course important to practice the art of attack and attack, but it is meaningless in the face of absolute strength.

    Ye Futian raised his hand and fired his gun.

    The human gun is integrated into one, as if turning into one, like light, like lightning, passing away in a flash.

    "Bang, bang, bang" There was a dull sound, and those shock waves were directly scattered by the light from the middle and front, and in an instant, a silver spear pointed directly at Wen Yang's eyebrows.

    Only one shot!

    In the face of absolute comprehension and absolute power, supernatural powers have no meaning, the way is connected, and all laws are connected. Ye Futian's simple shot is the way to simplicity, the combination of man and gun, and the unity of the way, even without using the reserve  Wen Yang's strength is not something that Wen Yang can contend with, the gap between the two is too great.

    Behind Ye Futian, the shock waves caused by the explosion continued, even impacting the surrounding seals, causing the seals to vibrate, and then dissipated after a while, and the sealing light curtain also disappeared.

    Wen Yang's gaze froze there, fixed on the silver mask in front of him.

    One shot!

    As the top human emperor of the thirteenth floor, he failed to withstand a single shot in marksmanship. In this shot, he felt an absolute gap. He and the other party's perception of cultivation were not at the same level.

    Many cultivators on the thirteenth floor got up and looked down, their pupils constricted, and there was a sense of shock in their eyes. Those who came to challenge were defeated more than they were victorious. There were very few people who could defeat the Chonglou marksmanship in terms of marksmanship, let alone  Not to mention a one-hit kill.

    In this simple shot, it seems to be returning to the basics, and the road is as simple as possible.

    "What an amazing shot." An old man praised.

    &??" The speaker showed a touch of sarcasm, and said: "One look at you and the news is outdated. Wang Mian went down to the original realm and was defeated. Princess Donghuang is such a character, how can she think about him again.  "

    "The battle lost to Ye Futian?"

    "Yes, when the top figures of the ancient gods teamed up and lost to Ye Futian and his wife, Wang Mian also participated in that battle." The person who spoke before continued to talk: "Many people think that Wang Mian may be the future  The city lord of Tianyan City, but in fact, Wang Mian has always been the number two person. His accusation is cultivation. The real successor of Tianyan City is extremely low-key. Even the outsiders don't know how powerful he is. According to what I got  According to the news, he has already passed through the Dao God Tribulation, and he was able to refine a magical weapon. In this refining competition, Tianyan City invited all the forces from China to come, in fact, it was to build momentum for him and make him famous all over the world.  First place in the Refining Contest."

    "The Wang family of the Lord's Mansion of Tianyan City has always been high-profile, but they have cultivated such a character in secret?" Someone asked curiously.

    "This is the cleverness of Tianyan City. The ancient gods, who doesn't keep their trump cards? Wang Mian is just for the outside world to see. The hidden person is the real core of Tianyan City. If he doesn't say anything, he will become a blockbuster  , His target may be Princess Donghuang." The man said mysteriously.

    Ye Futian listened quietly, picked up the wine glass to drink, and actually sneered in his heart.

    Princess Donghuang needs marriage?

    For a person of his level, hearing these words is like listening to a joke. Under the emperor, everyone is an ant, unless Emperor Tianyan is reborn.
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