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Chapter 351 Qin Jie VS Yang Haoyu!  (ten)

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    For the final blow, he paid such a high price, consumed so much spirit, and shed so much blood. The final blow must be like a thunderous movement. He could not give the enemy any chance. The bloody flag in front of the house would be waiting for him. If he were around the battlefield,  The purpose of ambushing thousands of Tiandao League disciples is to suddenly attack when the enemy cannot attack for a long time to confirm the victory. The elite Tiandao League disciples are the most powerful and terrifying iron stream that has been gathering momentum for a long time and is inevitable.  The iron gun in the blood flag was Yang Haoyu's most powerful and terrifying means. He was invincible across the four fields. Only when he was released at the end was he naturally the winner. This gun embodies the strong belief and momentum of a strong man at the pinnacle of martial arts. It stands to reason.  Speaking of which, even a more powerful practitioner than Qin Jie would not be able to withstand it. However, the iron spear came out and Ye Yun thunder struck Qin Jie, but Qin Jie did not die. Although he was coughing blood and was obviously seriously injured, he did not die.  The fact of death still made Yang Haoyu feel extremely confused. During the brief conversation with Qin Jie, Yang Haoyu thought about this problem and tried to find the source and solution of the doubts and inexplicable vigilance in his heart. After a while, he figured out half of the answer, so he looked at  Qin Jie's eyes became brighter and colder, just like the ice scattered on the snowy lake in front of him. It was enough to understand half of it. At least he thought it was enough to solve the doubts and vigilance in his heart. He waved his right arm with the remaining traces of it.  The silk-like clothes were instantly pulverized, and the blood dripping from the wound was sprinkled like a gun on the black night. The iron gun held in the palm of his hand broke through the air and disappeared without a trace. Yang Haoyu's second gun was not pointed at Qin Jie under the cliff, but directly at him.  He stabbed Zhang Chuchu at the top of the cliff. He had enough intelligence sources to know that it must be Qin Jie¡¯s little girl on the cliff. He knew that the little girl and Qin Jie had an extraordinary relationship, and he also knew that the little girl was a descendant of Xie Junyuan. Zhang Chuchu¡¯s identity  Yang Haoyu has always felt a little strange and wary, so he decided to kill her first. This decision is still a secret. The art of war is not sinister and complicated. Instead, it is simple and upright, just like the temperament of the iron gun itself. Yang Haoyu wants to tell clearly.  Qin Jie wants to kill Zhang Chuchu. He wants Qin Jie to turn around, rescue and then die. Zhang Chuchu is Qin Jie¡¯s life. If someone dares to threaten him with Zhang Chuchu, he will kill him first at all costs, just like in the wasteland.  Shooting Yun Zhengming through that. And for most people, a little girl who looks so thin and precious more than life will turn around to save her immediately if she is threatened by death, putting her own life at risk. But Qin Jie did not do that.  When he felt the majestic and domineering iron spear piercing the cliff, he did not look back. Instead, he held the hilt of the knife tightly and stepped hard on the ice with his right foot. His body swept over the snow lake for more than ten feet in an instant. He flipped his wrist and raised the sharp edge.  The talisman knife rushed towards Yang Haoyu. His speed was very amazing. The cold wind on the snow lake blew the black hospital clothes on his body, whistling as if the night sky was about to disperse. Yang Haoyu raised his brows slightly in confusion and stretched out his iron-like eyes.  With a weak hold of his right hand in the night wind, the iron gun shot through the air. In an instant, it reached the cliff on the south bank of Yanming Lake and stabbed Zhang Chuchu. Because the friction with the air was too intense, the dark gun body was glowing.  The bright luster looked extraordinarily thick and terrifying compared to Zhang Chuchu's thin and short body. The gun wind wrapped in the residual snow on the cliff and blew towards her face, causing her cheeks to hurt. Her short, yellowish hair whirled like waterweed in a steep stream.  After falling down, she knew that Qin Jie would not come back to save her, because Qin Jie was too late to save herself, because Qin Jie believed that she could save herself, because at this moment, she had to save herself. Although Zhang Chuchu was the descendant of the general manager, he had learned magic from the old man.  These days, she and Li Tong confirmed each other, but she had never participated in the battle of practitioners. If she didn¡¯t know how to fight, she didn¡¯t know how to save herself. She relied on instinct and hugged Bai Yi tightly, shrinking desperately and letting Bai Yi hold her.  Every part of the body was covered. A very strange sound sounded from the cliff. It was like a drumstick falling heavily on a broken drum. It was also like Yang Haoyu's previous steps of crossing the river and mountain. He stepped on the ice and fell into the water.  Inside, the iron gun pierced Bai Yi's sharp tip, piercing through the years of grease and black mud. The place where the white clothes and the iron gun came into contact sharply sank. The black cloth hissed and seemed to turn into a terrifying black hole. However, in the black hole,  The tip of the spear at the bottom always failed to pass through the umbrella. The white clothes pressed against the cliff and made a sound like a knife cutting tofu, then stabbed in. The gravel was flying everywhere. Zhang Chuchu, who was hiding under the umbrella with his eyes closed, was heavily shaken and his face suddenly changed.  Turning extremely pale, blood spurted out from his lips and dyed the new clothes he changed into red this morning. Yang Haoyu, who betrayed the Demon Sect, was born with that terrifying open gun. He could clearly perceive all the details before the iron gun.  So he knew that Zhang Chuchu was not dead, and with great perseverance, he could not kill Qin Jie with his first shot.The second shot that should never be missed in the way of Zhengqi failed to kill the little girl on the cliff. Two consecutive incredible misses made Yang Haoyu's mood become a little strange. Qin Jie had already swept dozens of feet and arrived.  On the snowy lake, at this moment, Yang Haoyu frowned slightly and tightened his hold on his right palm in the cold wind. The iron gun on the cliff suddenly shrank back, as if it had been bounced back into the air by the white clothes. The dark iron gun stabbed him.  The remaining snow floating on the broken lake pierced through the slightest cold wind, with a sharp whistling sound that pierced Qin Jie's back like lightning. The sharp whistling was the sound of the breaking wind, and the sound of the turbulence in front of the sharp spear tip became louder and louder.  It means that the faster the speed, just by listening to the sound, you will know that this iron gun is not as fast as the Yuan Thirteen Gun, but it is still extremely terrifying. Logically speaking, with Qin Jie's current cultivation strength in the late Jindan period, there is no way to predict the trajectory of Yang Haoyu's Ming Gun in advance.  There is no way to deal with this terrifying speed. But Qin Jie has never been a reasonable person. If you think carefully about his life experience and cultivation process, there is really no reason to explain. Just when the iron gun was still three feet away from his back.  Before the scream reached his ears, he once again reacted in advance, infusing his whole body with awe-inspiring Qi, twisting his body forcefully in the night sky, concentrating all his energy and strength on the blade, and slashed it down behind him with an extremely bright crisp sound.  With the strong air splashing from between the blade and the tip of the spear, it spread out in all directions, shaking the snow on the winter lake. Qin Jie felt a sharp pain in his wrist and almost couldn't hold the talisman knife in his hand, but he used his extreme strength to do so.  With a firm mind, he stabilized his body, and with the force of the backlash from the blade, he whirled in circles in the night wind and rushed towards Yang Haoyu again. The speed was actually a few minutes faster than before. The iron gun was in the night sky.  Drawing an arc, he arrived in front of Yang Haoyu earlier than Qin Jie, and returned to his right hand that was held in the cold wind. The cold wind suddenly broke through the wind, Qin Jie clenched the talisman knife with both hands and chopped it down on the head. Yang Haoyu was already covered in blood.  Yuxue's face was pale, but his expression remained firm and still. He looked at the figure that was rushing towards him like a ghost, and simply handed it over with a single shot. The tip of the iron gun glowed brightly. After a loud and crisp sound, Qin Jie fell back like a wounded bird.  He swept away and fell heavily on the snowy lake again. The dark iron gun trembled at a very high frequency in Yang Haoyu's hand. He could not calm down for a long time, making a chilling and desperate low buzzing sound. The iron gun and the talisman  Every collision of the knife is so simple and powerful. It seems simple and boring, but in fact it hides the meaning of splitting mountains and splitting lakes. Qin Jie stood up and felt that his wrist seemed to have been broken. His face was as pale as snow, although Yang Haoyu was in front of him.  He was seriously injured by the rune gun, but in terms of strength and vitality, he was still far inferior to his opponent. There was no way to make up for or close the gap. Yang Haoyu defeated Qin Jie's long-planned plan with a simple shot.  There should be no reason to be dissatisfied with a knife that risked life and death. However, his brows frowned deeply because the gun still failed to penetrate Qin Jie's body. At that moment, the gun was about to tear apart like the blazing sunshine.  When Qin Jie's body was the color of night, the talisman knife in Qin Jie's hand came out of nowhere and struck the tip of the spear without missing a beat. Then his body took advantage of the situation and was swept away, but it was not picked out by the tip of the spear. Yang Haoyu  He narrowed his eyes and looked at Qin Jie and said, "It turns out that when you retreated in Qingmengzhai Cliff Cave in the spring, you were not a practitioner of both Fu and Wu, but youhad become a demon." Qin Jie spat a mouthful of bloody spit into the snow in front of him.  Answer: Yang Haoyu had figured out half of the answer before. The answer is that Qin Jie is already possessed, otherwise ordinary practitioners would not be able to withstand the huge power carried by the iron gun. But that is only half of the answer. Yang Haoyu shot Qin Jie three times tonight.  Every spear is a work of great spirit. He believes that even those masters of the Demon Sect could not follow. Qin Jie should be dead, but he is still alive. The shadow of death always covers the tip of the spear at the most critical time.  When his body is in danger, he can always respond in advance and it is the most correct response. Even if Qin Jie becomes a demon, he can't explain how he can do this, because it means that he has the deepest understanding of the fluctuations of the spiritual energy of the world around him.  Cognition In other words, Qin Jie tonight seems to have the fighting consciousness of the Nascent Soul stage. Mobile phone users please visit http://m.piaotia.net
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