Gaowu Fantasy: My Talent Has No Limit

In the alley, Chu Yang and Zhao Chuang surrounded the warrior.

Holding a long and narrow knife, the warrior moved left and right in the narrow alley, dodging Chu Yang's big spear like a swimming dragon, and instantly shortened the distance between the two of them.

"Back quickly!"

Zhao Chuang shouted loudly.

At this time, Chu Yang's big gun couldn't repel the warrior, and the constantly puffing gun was more like a protective umbrella for the warrior, isolating Zhao Chuang, and the situation was extremely dangerous.

Hearing this, Chu Yang stabbed a few times with the big gun quickly, and a series of sparks erupted with the thin knife in the warrior's hand.

Forcing that person or figure to stagnate slightly, then Chu Yang's figure retreated rapidly.

The martial artist wanted to leave this place quickly, so he could only break out in the direction of Chu Yang, and followed him, waving the thin knife to create a blue light, and the rush of the wind blew.

How could Zhao Chuang dare to let Chu Yang take risks? He raised his broad-backed sword and slashed at the warrior's head.

The enemy must be saved!

The warrior's eyes were fierce and he was angry, but he didn't dare to let the powerful enemy slash at will.

"clang!"

The two knives collided again, and a series of sparks burst out, flickering like fireworks in the night.

"Damn it, if I'm alone, no matter who it is, I can kill it at will!"

"If you fight for a while, I will be dragged to death by these two people here!"

The martial artist was anxious, the reinforcements from the Guardian Division would arrive in a blink of an eye, knowing that he couldn't delay, he broke out with all his strength, relying on his swift and flexible saber technique, he thrust left and right, trying to break through the encirclement of the two.

But Zhao Chuang's broad-backed sword was powerful and powerful, and the offensive was like a tide. Once he was entangled, he would immediately fall into wave after wave of attacks and be difficult to escape.

And Chu Yang was even more cautious, letting Zhao Chuang charge forward, holding a big gun and standing in the distance on the other side, attacking with superb marksmanship from time to time, every shot was a steal, attacking the enemy must save Zhao who was at a disadvantage break free.

After only a few seconds, he was almost hit by a big gun several times, and the more he hit, the more he was stretched, especially as the big gun in Chu Yang's hand on the other side became more and more experienced in combat, and its strength became heavier and heavier. It was a foregone conclusion, the martial artist was shocked and angry in his heart, secretly regretting that he had fallen into this dangerous place by taking care of himself.

At this moment, Zhao Chuang saw the opportunity and slashed at the warrior's head with a broad-backed sword.

"Clang clang clang!"

A series of explosive sounds of gold and iron slamming sounded one after another.

The martial artist was forced by Chu Yang to resist with a sword, and it was difficult to dodge under Zhao Chuang's continuous attack. Seeing Chu Yang's big gun protruding like a dragon, he hastily retracted his waist and abdomen, and shrank back.

With a sound of "呲", a wound was cut on his abdomen. If he didn't avoid the vital point, this shot would definitely cut his belly open.

But in a blink of an eye, Chu Yang's waist and abdomen were exerting force, his arms were pulled hard, and the big gun in his hand was thrown horizontally, forming a terrifying arc in the narrow alley, like a moon-like bow.

In the next moment, it rebounded suddenly and slammed into the warrior's stomach.

"boom!"

The beaten body of the martial artist retreated quickly, clinging to the wall on one side, even though he was a second-tier martial artist with a strong physique, he was also beaten to spit out a mouthful of blood.

And Zhao Chuang, who had been stabbed seven or eight times in a row, struck down again with a sharp blow.

The warrior could only raise his saber to go up to the fight, only to hear a "click", the thin saber in his hand was finally severed by Zhao Chuang's broad-backed broadsword, and when there was no time to spare, his head turned slightly.

"Shua!"

The left ear fell in response to the sound, and then slashed on the warrior's shoulder with unabated force, almost shattering the shoulder blade.

Zhao Chuang wanted to draw the knife and slash again, but he saw the man holding the broad-backed broadsword that was cut on the shoulder bone with his left hand. He was so severely injured and became even more fierce. He broke the knife in his hand and swung it in the direction of Chu Yang. , shot past like a sharp arrow.

Then, - kicked Zhao Chuang's wrist, and the latter felt that his bones were about to crack, so he couldn't help letting go of his hand.

Kicked in the chest by the martial artist, his figure slid back rapidly.

Immediately afterwards, the warrior pulled out the broad-backed broadsword from his shoulder in pain, and flung it towards the far side of the alley.

In a few seconds, Zhao Chuang retreated, Chu Yang was forced to stop his attack, and there was a momentary gap, and the warrior did not stay any longer.

Stepping on the ground, a few points on the wall, and rushing to the wall several meters high in the blink of an eye.

Seeing this scene, Chu Yang, who was dodging the broken knife, his eyes sank. If he was escaped by such criminals, there would be endless troubles.

Seeing that the warrior had climbed over the high wall, Chu Yang held the big gun in his hand, his back and spine trembled like a dragon, he twisted his waist and swung his hips, bursting out with all his strength, the big gun blatantly hit the high wall next to him.

This wall is the courtyard wall of ordinary residents. It is not generous, and the quality is so-so. It was scarred and full of knife marks under Zhao Chuang's attack.

There was a loud bang, and the entire high wall collapsed, broken bricks fell, and smoke and dust rose, forming a big hole two to three meters wide.

At this time, the big gun in Chu Yang's hand trembled violently, his arms were numb, a pair of tiger's jaws were shattered, blood was dripping, his throat was blocked, and he swallowed the surging blood again.

"Don't let him escape!"

Zhao Chuang was shocked by the power of Chu Yang's shot, but he didn't care about it at this time. Director Lu arrived in a blink of an eye, and he couldn't let this man run away again.

Just at this moment.

A few bricks on the ground shot towards him suddenly, and a figure instantly bullied him.

Zhao Chuang never expected that this warrior would dare to take the opportunity to ambush and counterattack in such a dangerous situation.

Only after avoiding a few pieces of broken bricks did they see that martial artist approaching him, fighting hastily. There was a loud noise, and Zhao Chuang was hit with two punches—his feet before he hit the martial artist with one punch.

As soon as the two touched each other, that person staggered back seven or eight steps.

But Zhao Chuang shot out and hit the courtyard wall, his body shriveled, his face pale and bloodless.

Fighting warriors, life and death are just a matter of thought!

It took less than two or three seconds just now, but he fought so fiercely!

On the other side, Chu Yang rushed in with a gun. Seeing that Zhao Chuang was about to be defeated at the first touch, his heart sank, and he rushed straight to the warrior.

"Damn it, I will destroy you both in the future!"

Seeing Chu Yang rushing forward bravely again, the warrior said in a gloomy voice, his body was advancing instead of retreating, not daring to hold back the slightest bit of his strength, the speed was so fast that he almost pulled out an afterimage on the ground.

Arriving in front of Chu Yang in an instant, a fierce attack erupted in an instant.

Chu Yang's big spear skills are only at the level of rough proficiency, and it is already shocking to be able to fight this kind of murderer to such a degree. The big gun in his hand was kicked by the warrior, and it shot out immediately, turning into a stream of light, smashing down a small shed in the courtyard, and inserting it into the brick wall.

"Baguazhang, poking feet, kicking legs, seventy-two-way Sanshou!"

Chu Yang quickly distinguished the old martial art used by this warrior, his eyes were as deep as the sea of ​​stars, and his momentum was as dignified as a mountain.

"only!"

"It's too rough!"