Dao fellow initiates

Without giving the opponent time to react, Yang Mu picked up a broom made of bamboo strips on the ground with his toes, grabbed it in his hand, waved his hand, and fanned it towards the opponent with the sound of howling wind.

This is the sound of weaving the ends of the broom together, and hundreds of bamboo strips passing through the air. You must know that bamboo strips are the toughest, and when sharpened, they are even more powerful weapons for hurting people. His body must have been torn apart, bloody and bloody.

Huo Qiu was shocked immediately, and he jumped back to dodge. Although he narrowly avoided the consequences of being scanned with a QR code on his body, the intertwined strong wind still shaved his face It hurts.

"Ah!"

Yang Mu snorted coldly, threw the broken knife aside, held the broom in both hands, and swept away like a spear.

Along the way, Yang Mu has not been idle, and has studied the basic gun score that he carries with him. As the saying goes, a tall building rises from the ground, and the glory is only...

Ah no, it's crossed.

As the so-called high-rise buildings rise from the ground, since he has decided to practice marksmanship well, and there is still a dragon-song gold gun in the system backpack, he must first lay a good foundation, otherwise, even if he learns some fancy marksmanship moves, it will be nothing but hard work. Competing for the level of realm, it is just outputting warriors as mages.

When he wanted to practice spears, he naturally didn't just focus on the shape. He knew the importance of the foundation. Only with a solid and solid foundation could he go higher and further, whether it was weapons or martial arts.

Not surprisingly, Yang Mu quickly grasped the basics of this book of marksmanship. He found that he learned things very quickly, and he could almost understand everything after reading it once.

In addition, he took time to practice waving branches every day. He dared to say that his basic moves were no worse than those of the big-headed soldiers who had been working for several years, or even better.

However, the broom is a bit lighter after all, and the broom head is flat and wide, which creates great wind resistance when swung, making it extremely difficult to use.

However, there is only such a long thing right now, so I can only use it as it is.

Huo Qiu was just caught off guard by Yang Mu. After seeing that the other party was holding only a broom, he couldn't help sneering: "Just because of this thing, I want to fight with me. Hmph, ignorance, don't forget that I am Tong Xuan Quadruple, and you, one level lower than me, the porch under your feet has not yet been opened, do you really think you can win me?"

"Then you might as well give it a try!" Yang Mu didn't have the slightest fear, the profound power reserve in his dantian was three times that of ordinary third-level Tongxuan Realm, presumably with this innate condition, it would not be worse than a strong person in the fourth-level realm how much.

Not powerless.

With calculations in his mind, Yang Mu stopped delaying, picked up the broom, and slashed down towards the opponent. With a move of "Crystal Fall", he forced the opponent back, fell to the ground, rolled up a cloud of dust, and blurred obscuring the view.

Huo Qiu was suddenly alert. At this moment, he was entangled by Yang Mu and lost his mount. He couldn't use the distance to use archery. If he rashly bent his bow and shot arrows when the opponent was close to him, he might be caught by the opponent. Stay in the gap, one move is fatal.

In the situation where the strength of the two sides is not much different, the victory or defeat is often only a moment, and he dare not be careless.

Just when he was concentrating on vigilance, the dust in front of his eyes suddenly rolled out, and then a broom brushed towards his face.

Resisting the choking dust, Huo Qiu grabbed the arrow and thrust it forward. As a result, the thrust was accidentally stuck in the gap between the bamboo strips. Instead of blocking the broom, it restricted his own movement. Action was a last resort, Huo Qiu had no choice but to abandon the arrow and flee.

"This time you met your nemesis!" Yang Mu laughed loudly, waved away the smoke and dust around him, walked up, and stabbed with a bamboo pole with his backhand.

Unlike the flat and wide broom head, which has great air resistance, the bamboo pole is slender and has almost no resistance. In one go, it stabs out like a gun shaft in an instant, and hits Huo Qiu's left shoulder.

A sharp pain hit him, and even his entire left arm fell into a state of paralysis and weakness. For a while, he couldn't exert any strength at all.

This is the technique Liang Kuan taught him in the City Lord's Mansion, and it is similar to the acupuncture technique in the martial arts novels he read in his previous life.

Hitting the opponent's Xiangjing acupoint, with just a little force, can make the opponent feel pain, and what's more terrible, it will also paralyze the nerves in the opponent's arm in a short time.

According to Liang Kuan's explanation: This acupoint is located on the shoulder where the muscles are plump, and is connected to a part of the descending gallbladder meridian.

Huo Qiu was injured immediately, he never expected the opponent to be so difficult, he rushed out with his right hand, using his hand as a string, bent the bow with his arm strength, and threw the arrow fiercely.

The arrow feather pierced the air, which was not much worse than Huo Qiu's long-range shot, and the distance between the two was only one meter, so it was almost instantaneous.

Yang Mu was shocked, and he didn't have time to dodge. While backing up, he rolled up the broom with both hands to stir it, and blocked the sudden arrows with a blow of wind rolling leaves.

The arrow carried a huge Qi machine, although it was blocked by Yang Mu, it also twisted the bamboo chips flying, and soon, there was only a bamboo pole left in his hand.

Huo Qiu retreated to the side, and hurriedly circulated his profound energy to open up the meridians of his left arm, and only then did he completely get rid of the pain and numbness, but it took a few minutes to recover before he could use his full strength.

With a cold snort, he said disdainfully: "Children play tricks, thinking that they can win me with just a broom?"

Yang Mu shook his arm and shook off the remaining debris on the bamboo pole. Looking at the bare bamboo pole in his hand, he smiled and said, "It's so good!"

"If you use a sword, I might be a little more afraid..."

Then he cast his eyes on the quiver behind him, shook his head and said, "That alone is not enough!"

Huo Qiu was furious when he heard this: "Zhuzi is arrogant!"

The other party is no longer as simple as a provocation, but is insulting him, insulting his proud capital, trampling on his dignity, his belief and hard work all the time.

It’s like you are a student of Chinese, and you are the best among them, and you are proud of it, but one day, an intellectual who studies physics or mathematics suddenly walks over, looks at the Chinese language piled up behind you, and expresses his opinion. This kind of outlier gave a disdainful smile and said, "That's it?"

The ambiguity in it is not concealed, and I can't wait to grab the Chinese books that are as thick as bricks and express cordial greetings to the other person's face.

And now Huo Qiu has this idea, but he is more direct and simpler, he just wants to peel and cramp Yang Mu, and dismember him into pieces.

In fact, in Yang Mu's perception, when there is not much difference in strength between the two, a person who is good at archery, except for long-distance output, if he encounters a person who uses a spear (this spear is not the other spear) in close combat, he must be the best archer. It is a fact that there is a dead end, but he did not expect a critical attack on Huo Qiu unintentionally.