Control The World

Ning Wufeng shook his head gently, with Zhao Wuqing's current strength still far from the one-eyed sixth. And the one-eyed old six still has the fake spirit.

"Hey, little nephew, since you obediently die, you can't blame being an uncle." The one-eyed old six smiled, the blade passed in front of him, and the momentum of the whole person became sharp.

The silver gun screamed out like a dragon, and there was a faint rumbling sound between the guns, and Zhao Wuqing's gun was extremely sharp, only a short distance from the true meaning of the gun.

Ning Wufeng felt that as long as he was given ten days, the true meaning of the gun could definitely be broken. Zhao Wuqing's qualifications are also very good for the real meaning of the gun when he has just stepped into Tongqiao.

Zhao Wuqing had a very good foundation, strong spiritual power, and the spiritual power poured out, smashing into the ground with a bang, and a huge pit appeared.

The one-eyed Lao Liu moved to avoid Zhao Wuqing's offensive, and in the course of his gunman's walk, the sword force was exhibited. The sharp swordman was like a red drill, one ring after another swept out.

The true meaning of the sword is second, and the attack is extremely overbearing. Every Daomang exudes trembling power. Zhao Wuqing's sweaty hair was taken by the swordman, and he was erected.

"I want to make a breakthrough, I want to make a breakthrough!" Zhao Wuqing growled hysterically, one shot after another.

The one-eyed old man's sword was stabbed with blood and didn't care. An indomitable momentum rushed to the one-eyed sixth.

"It's still worse." Ning Wufeng said lightly. Zhao Wuqing was tens of days away from realizing the true meaning of the gun. If he wanted to break through the potential of persecution in a short time, it could only be said that it was a risky move.

As for the result, Ning Wufeng could imagine.

"Breakthrough!" Zhao Wuqing yelled, and Gunman became crazy.

"Get away from me!" The one-eyed sixth boy was upset by his fear of death. He yelled, the sword light burst out, and turned into a series of swordsman chopped at Zhao Wuqing.

Thirty thousand pounds of huge force poured out, and a bang, smashed Zhao Wuqing's silver guns.

With a bang, in turn, Zhao Wuqing was kicked by him. With a stun, he retreated along the ground, kneeling in front of Ning Wufeng.

Wow, Zhao Wuqing turned his head and spit blood. In front of him was the corpse of Black Claw.

"Can I really compare him?" He growled hysterically, but the roar was full of helplessness and struggle.

The one-eyed old boy dealt with him, even the black bell didn't need to be used.

"Master, help me!" He suddenly raised his head, looking at Ning Wufeng with hope. Ning Wufeng saw anger, longing and struggle from his eyes.

Ning Wufeng sighed softly. Although he looks like a teenager, he has experienced a lot of life and death in his previous life.

Zhao Wuqing's expression trembled in his heart.

"Come on." Ning Wufeng said lightly, the extinction gun appeared in his hands.

"Just because you have a monk who hasn't reached the situation, want to do something to the old man?" The one-eyed old man laughed, and he never thought of Ning Wufeng.

Because, Ning Wufeng does not have the strong power fluctuations of Tongqiao.

There is no connected state of affairs, and it is tantamount to stay with him.

"It's enough to kill you." Ning Wufeng said lightly, the extinction gun trembled with a buzzing sound, and a sharp light flowed from the gun to the tip of the gun.

One-eyed Lao Liu's pupils shrunk slightly, licking her lips, revealing a sloppy look, the waist knife in her hand raised the upper door, and the cold light suddenly appeared.

Suddenly, the one-eyed old six moved. The wind-breaking knife whistled out, and the knife light was faster than the speed of sound. A turbulent burst out, buzzing several layers of swordsman burst out.

Ning Wufeng stabbed in one shot, and the pure-yang shot was taken-a rising sun. The dazzling light burst out from the gun mang, as if the sound of a water drop appeared on the tip of the gun, the light of the one-eyed sixth child was pointed.

As soon as Daoguang touched, he repeated this heavy knife and whistled out. A force of tens of thousands of kilograms followed, and the forces superimposed on it.

The one-eyed old Liu cut off with one knife, and quickly added the second sincerely, adding as many as six knives in an instant, and the huge force of 60,000 kilograms burst out.

The speed of the knife is extremely fast, and the time interval between one knife and one knife may not exceed one thousandth of a second, so the power of the six-fold knife method is instantly superimposed.

The great power in Ning Wufeng's pistols broke out in an instant, and the strength had exceeded 60,000 kilograms. The buzzing gunfire and knife light burst out, and there was a humming roar in the air.

Juli suddenly broke out. When the air-entraining realm was in the seventh heaven and earth, Ning Wufeng had reached 50,000 kilograms by virtue of great strength. Now he is enlightened. The strength is even more than 70,000 catties.

The one-eyed Lao Liu's face changed drastically, and he felt the power of the gunman to capture the mind. This is no longer a gun, but one after another the giant peaks fall from the sky, crushing him.

puff……

One-eyed Lao Liu spurted against the blood, and he hurriedly wanted to withdraw his knife, but Ning Wufeng's extinction gun seemed to be sticky, and the dripping water showed its true meaning, and the power continued. He couldn't withdraw his knife.

"How can this be?" The one-eyed sixth was pale at this moment, and then touched with a bite of inverse blood.

He had no idea that an enlightened monk could render him powerless!

How could this be?

With a bang, Lao Liu with one eye fell to the ground. The waist knife in his hand was rattling, and he couldn't bear the wave after wave of the annihilation gun, and it broke directly.

The one-eyed old six-faced man was embarrassed and was about to use the black bell, but was quickly picked by Ning Wufeng's gun, and the black bell fell into his hands.

The one-eyed old Liu suddenly turned pale.

"Did you see clearly?" Ning Wufeng said lightly.

Behind him, Zhao Wuqing had stood up, and the tears on his face had dried up. He nodded expressionlessly towards Ning Wufeng and dragged over the silver gun.

"Leave it to you." Ning Wufeng sighed softly.

Once the annihilation gun was collected, he turned and walked back.

"Good nephew, don't kill me." One-eyed Lao Liu shed tears and hurriedly nodded at Zhao Wuqing, banging his head on the ground.

His hands were stained with blood, but he knew how terrifying it was when death hit him.

Zhao Wuqing did not have the slightest expression on his face, dragged the silver gun, and approached step by step. The sound of the gun-tip rubbing against the ground fell into the one-eyed old six's ears like a dancing point of death.

"At that time, I and Mr. Zhao were in Jiangning Prefecture together, and laid down the grand family business of You Long Gang. Do you want to be an inhumane?" The one-eyed old man shouted sternly, all in the words of begging. .

But Zhao Wuqing was completely unmoved.

His beloved Uncle Claw died in the hands of the man in front of him. But he was helpless. Now watching this man also begging pity in front of himself. He felt no pity, but felt that he had a lot of spare.

Living in this world is superfluous.

Wrong, just do it once. Uncle Claw has paid the price of his life.

"It's not that easy for your kid to kill me!" The one-eyed Lao Liu roared hysterically, a broken-edge dance like a white light, struck violently, and chopped at Zhao Wuqing.

Even if he died, he would pull a back.

Zhao Wuqing also moved, the silver gun was like a dragon in the air, a clear roar rang through the clouds, and a little cold light burst out suddenly.

At this time, the one-eyed sixth boy's knife fell on his shoulder.

"Haha, you can't kill me!" The one-eyed old man laughed wildly. His knife had fallen on Zhao Wuqing's shoulder, and the blade had already seen blood.

The next moment, he found that he wanted to take the blade one step closer, but he couldn't use any energy.

Is it so tired after fighting so long?

A little scarlet blood spot was constantly enlarged in his chest, and the blood gurgled out. One was exactly the same as the black claw.

With a stun, the one-eyed sixth fell to the ground. The madness on his face also stiffened.

"kill!"

After a while shouting and killing, Zhao Wuqing finally broke out, and a roar, the people and horses behind him rushed into the one-eyed sixth team.

The men and horses under him had already accumulated a lot of anger and became more courageous. When the one-eyed sixth team saw that the boss was dead, they ran away and surrendered.

Without knowing it, the sky was white. The ants that creaked in the jungle all night slowly became quiet.

Zhao Wuqing stepped out of the jungle again, holding the jade box in his hand, and came to Ning Wufeng.

"Master, what you want," he said softly.

Ning Wufeng took the jade box and opened it for a look. Dihua Lingcao is not as long as the thumb. There are three leaves in total, each of which is dragon-shaped. Like three little purple faucets came together.

The hair must be extremely real.

Absorbing the spiritual force in the space, the three dragon-shaped leaves of Dihua Lingcao turned into three purple little dragons, tossing and fighting each other in the air.

"Okay!" Ning Wufeng closed the jade box, put away the earth's spirit grass, jumped up to the yellow horse, drank a long drink, and galloped away.

"Master!" Zhao Wuqing shouted.

"You don't have to call me a master, my name is Ning Wufeng!" Ning Wufeng's figure had gone away between words.

"Ning windless." Zhao Wuqing muttered a word, then immediately shouted: "I will go back to Jiangning House to find you!"

...

Zhao Wuqing's rich people and captives in the forest, left here.

However, two people appeared here during the time of Zhancha. One of the men was holding a white jade plate in his hand, and a gold needle with a glittering light on it was constantly spinning.

"Brother, that grass should be here." On the side is a woman with short hair and sturdy posture. She has been cultivating all year round. She has a very good body and straight thighs.

A flaming, close-fitting long skirt with a raised brow, a look of coldness and pride in her eyes.

The man next to him frowned, and an aura of energy sank into the white jade plate. The gold needles slipped straight, and finally stopped in the direction that Ning Wufeng left.

"In this direction, I should not have been away for a long time." The man shouted, a scar on his face slid from his neck to his temples, and he wandered like a huge cricket between words.

"Chasing!" The brothers and sisters turned cold, and a stream of light emerged from their feet, chasing in the direction of Ning Wufeng.