I'm a son-in-law in heaven

Sun Wenming was still full of confidence when he fired the gun, but after seeing Zhao Sanyan's methods, his confidence suddenly disappeared.

During the final blow, Zhao Sanyan even paused on purpose.

He only saw Zhao Sanyan flicking two fingers, hitting the barrel of the gun, and the infusion of majestic power made Sun Wenming feel like a small boat under the vast waves, which would capsize at some point.

After retreating five steps in a row, Sun Wenming finally waited for the opportunity, thrust his spear obliquely into the ground, and let go of his strength.

Then he almost fell to his knees.

"I really don't know what you are thinking, do you want to rely on this spear skill to defeat me?"

Zhao Sanyan shook his head. Previously, Sun Wenming's methods were not even supernatural powers, but techniques.

"I think you want me to get hurt, and it will be your means later, so you are betting on the almost non-existent possibility. It's just that you forgot that it is impossible for you to hurt me."

"Because you don't know my real state at all, because of my cultivation base, I can only use the magic power of heavenly immortals in Chixian Shenzhou, but my physical body will not be weakened by this."

"This is your biggest failure."

Zhao Sanyan pointed to Sun Wenming.

"You still have two chances, use your strongest means, don't let me down again!"

Sun Wenming's state of mind was not disturbed by Zhao Sanyan's words, but was preparing for follow-up measures.

Another sudden attack, Sun Wenming stepped forward, stabbing at Chen Yangyu with a big gun shaking in his hand.

This simple and straightforward move has no fancy at all, but it has a tragic meaning, and it is more decisive to tear the space and shatter the magical power.

But when a tiger roared, a big tiger jumped out from Sun Wenming's body, threatening to tear Zhao Sanyan in half with its claws.

Seeing this scene, Zhao Sanyan couldn't help nodding.

"This trick is finally interesting!"

The white tiger's killing is the most fierce, and it is easy to break through all magic and supernatural powers.

The way of cutting swords is the way of killing and cutting. Zhao Sanyan also practiced this way in his early years. It can be said that he knows it far more delicately than Sun Wenming.

This sounds a bit irritating, but it is such a thing.

How to put it, Zhao Sanyan is also the first disciple of the three generations of Jiejiao, he studied under Zhao Gongming, and practiced with the master of Tongtian sect. There are so many classics in Biyou Palace for him to use at will, and his vision is not comparable to that of a mere Sun Wenming.

Of course, Zhao Sanyan believes that the ancestors of the human race must have a more advanced method of practice.

It's just that Sun Wenming's cultivation base is low and he has never practiced it.

All of these created a gap between the two.

Zhao Sanyan was still thinking about it. Sun Wenming's spear had arrived. Seeing the tiger slaying above his head, Zhao Sanyan pointed again and did not use the sword at his waist.

The sword point turned into sword light, Zhao Sanyan swung the sword and cut it down, the sky was dim, and there was only one sword left.

Sun Wenming held his breath, in your eyes, that ray of sword energy is like a mountain, chopping towards you.

The tiger was chopped off in the middle by this sword, relaxed and comfortable, not even whining.

But after the sword slashed the tiger, it barely stopped before the tip of his hair, scattered into ashes.

Sun Yingbo was also relieved to see that Sun Wenming was safe and sound.

Finally, there was no big trouble.

If something happened to Sun Wenming, he really didn't know how to explain to the family.

Kong Yoo was also sighing at this moment, seemed to be lonely, Xun Gu and others also bowed their heads and said nothing.

"Second trick, you lost again!"

Zhao Sanyan looked at Sun Wenming with a half-smile.

"There is one last trick, don't slack off, hurry up."

Sun Wenming raised his head and looked at the arrogant man in front of him, feeling a little more frustrated in his heart.

What he was proud of was vulnerable to the opponent.

When the sword light never fell, he knew that he could never be Zhao Sanyan's opponent.

He has cultivated the heart of the sword, and everything can be a sword with a wave of his hand, and he lifts the weight as if it is light, which makes people feel desperate.

"I'm not your opponent!"

Sun Wenming finally spoke.

Zhao Sanyan couldn't help being stunned when he heard the words, and frowned, "What do you mean by that, do you want to give up?"

Zhao Sanyan's good feelings in his heart are dissipating, and his impression of Sun Wenming is getting worse.

What he despises the most is the decadent people.

"I never intend to give up, I just hope that you can use the sword in your hand to defeat me with your strongest means, and let me see how big the gap is between us!"

When Zhao Sanyan heard this, his frowning brows relaxed immediately, and the corners of his mouth curled up into a smile again.

"Very well, if you are ready to give up, then I will not be polite to you!"

"But now you are too weak, you can't stand my strongest sword at all, but I will show you my sword!"

Zhao Sanyan made a promise.

Sun Wenming felt unusually strange at this moment. He clearly felt that he had been humiliated, but he was not angry, and instead took it for granted.

It seemed that Zhao Sanyan was right only when he said that.

This... is a bit embarrassing!

Sun Wenming was laughing at himself.

While speaking, Zhao Sanyan spread out his palms, and a small black sword swelled against the wind, and was held in Zhao Sanyan's hand.

And the moment the Four Questions Sword appeared, the aura around Zhao Sanyan suddenly changed.

Everyone saw only a sword stretching across the sky and earth, and nothing else.

"I'm going to use my sword!"

Zhao Sanyan's voice interrupted Sun Wenming's emotions, making him feel like he was facing a big enemy.

As soon as he was on guard, Sun Wenming saw a sword light tearing the sky and earth to kill, and he slashed horizontally.

Sun Wenming felt a strong killing intent, which made the pores of his whole body dilate, and he was terrified beyond words.

The two-handed guns danced at this moment, and the bloody power was squeezed by Sun Wenming, flowing on the surface of the body, like a sea of ​​blood expanding.

Countless heroic souls appeared in the blood demon, formed a battle formation, and fought together with Sun Wenming.

"kill!"

The sound of killing came from Sun Wenming's mouth again, and he turned himself into a single shot, and a larger tiger jumped out from behind. Following the shot, he was chopped down by the sword in mid-air.

Sun Wenming only persisted for a moment, and then the big gun in his hand broke, and he fell out.

But after Sun Wenming's defeat, all the visions disappeared.

Only Zhao Sanyan walked out without sadness or joy and stood beside Sun Wenming.

Looking at Sun Wenming, who was still saddened by the breakage of his precious sharp gun, he said, "Your supernatural powers are wrong. The gun is a clever method, but the way of killing the white tiger is brute force. If you use a knife, you will definitely have it." It has twice the result with half the effort, but using a gun out of thin air weakens the power by three points."

Hearing this, Sun Wenming's originally empty and lifeless eyes became brighter.

"Of course I know, but I don't like to use knives, I only like to use guns, there is no way."

Zhao Sanyan's eyes widened, "Could it be that the entire human race can't find a spear magic power?"

Zhao Sanyan thinks it shouldn't be!No matter how powerful they are, it's too shabby.

"No other supernatural power can compare to the white tiger magic!"

Zhao Sanyan was speechless, it sounded so sad.

Anyway, Zhao Sanyan has never experienced it before!