The Era of National Martial Arts

Know yourself and the enemy, and you will be safe in a hundred battles!

Even if he is extremely confident in himself, he will not fight an unsure battle.

Xu Zhen's marksmanship is top-notch, and he can even be called a master of marksmanship of the previous generation.

In addition, many martial artists from other schools who have fought against Xu Zhen said that Xu Zhen's strength is strange, big and small, which makes no sense at all, let alone any rules.

Completely depending on the mood, the strength varies from time to time, when it is small, it is only the late stage of the second rank, and when it is large, it is comparable to a fourth-rank warrior.

This is Xu Zhen's horror.

Rao Duan Fei had already made mental preparations, and when he came to the real experience, Duan Fei realized how naive he was.

I thought it was just a joke, or maybe it was an exaggeration if the strength exceeded the fourth rank.

Now that he has experienced it himself, Duan Fei knows that what those martial arts students said before are not empty words, they are all real things.

Really...

The power of ten thousand junjun is unbearable!

Ding Ding Deng

An abnormal red color appeared on Duan Fei's face, and he was forced to retreat again and again, staggering all the way.

Xu Zhende was unforgiving, and after repelling Duan Fei, he suddenly changed his marksmanship.

Suddenly, Xu Zhen put away his gun and stood up, hiding all his aura, ready to go like a cheetah ready to prey.

Seeing this, Duan Fei frowned, feeling a bad premonition in his heart.

Immediately afterwards, as if remembering something, his pupils shrank suddenly, and he muttered in shock: "Could this be the miraculous no-gun posture they taught?"

Thinking of this, Duan Fei immediately prepared himself, his whole body tensed up.

From what they said, it seemed that this move could almost win easily, and it was a unique skill.

Duan Fei has always been cautious, so he immediately concentrated his attention on this, staring at Xu Zhen with a pair of eyes, not daring to slack off in the slightest.

Victory is only in an instant.

Once he slackens, he will undoubtedly lose.

Now, he no longer regards Xu Zhen as a second-rank warrior.

Whoever regards Xu Zhen as a second-rank martial artist is a fool.

This is so powerful that it is comparable to a third-rank peak warrior.

He is the strongest under the third rank of the Zhucheng Martial Arts University. Compared with Xu Zhenyi, he feels that all his strength has been cultivated on a dog.

At this time, Xu Zhen's eyes were unusually calm, without any emotional color, and his whole body was as motionless as a rock.

call!

Duan Fei's pupils suddenly shrank as a gust of breeze blew by, and he vaguely saw it.

Maybe Xu Zhen was slow, or maybe it was because of his strength.

Anyway, he saw it, saw the Liaoyuan gun suddenly appearing in front of him as if cutting through the space.

At the same time, Xu vibrated.

The prairie gun in Xu Zhen's hand stabbed out at an extremely fast speed, and in the blink of an eye, the tip of the gun was already in front of Duan Fei.

"not good!"

It was too late to say it, and then it was too fast, Duan Fei suddenly let out a low cry, and his whole body was like a falcon, sprinting backwards.

This kind of speed even exceeds the scope of his own strength, which is an extraordinary performance.

"Bah!"

A stream of scarlet blood shot out, reflected in Duan Fei's pupils, and he couldn't help muttering: "How could it be so fast, I have already avoided it, but I still didn't have time, what kind of marksmanship is this? What, there is not even the slightest sign, the entire aura has been concealed, it is really terrifying, no wonder those students were defeated."

Thinking of this, Duan Fei couldn't help laughing wryly, this shot was too powerful, he sighed to himself.

This spear alone - without the power of the spear, Xu Zhen is enough to dominate the warriors below the peak of the third rank.

This trick is almost unsolvable for third-rank warriors.

Fortunately, the third-rank fighters have finished forging their bones, and their limbs have been tempered with qi and blood, and their speed is even faster than that of second-rank warriors.

If not, he might not be able to avoid it, and it would not be as simple as being stabbed in the chest.

If it was a life-and-death battle, he might have died on the spot.

However, Xu Zhen's shot didn't really make him lose his combat effectiveness, so he could fight again.

Boom!

Duan Fei clutched his chest, one foot fell to the ground suddenly, his whole body staggered, and then he stood upright on the spot, taking a defensive stance in an instant.

He was a little worried that Xu Zhen would continue to take advantage of the situation and attack.

And what about Xu Zhen?

And indeed!

At the same time, Xu Zhen single-handedly raised his gun, stepped lightly on his feet, and with a whirlwind under his feet, he suddenly came in front of Duan Fei.

Without any spear skills, he simply slashed vertically and swept across, using the Liaoyuan Spear as a mace, and violently blasted at Duan Fei.

Seeing this, Duan Fei's eyelids twitched, never expecting that Xu Zhen is still a wild and rough person.

Boom boom boom!

A series of trembling voices came from the ring, and Fan Jingwen's face darkened again and again.

The battle between the two can be called the most dangerous of all the fights, and it is also the most dynamic one.

Not only Fan Jingwen's expression changed, but Duan Fei who was facing Xu Zhen felt the same way. He was facing a ferocious beast instead of a person, a savage and brutal beast.

If it wasn't for Xu Zhen being an individual, he really thought Xu Zhen was a ferocious beast from outside the territory.

"Bah..."

When Xu Zhen violently waved the Liaoyuan gun, Duan Fei took advantage of the gap and slashed across Xu Zhen's shoulder. The wound was huge, and blood flowed down his arm.