Chapter 208 Returning the Carbine

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Another knife pierced deeply into the neck of the colorful giant tiger. The familiar force flowed into his body again, filling his loss.

However, just when Ou Yangming was about to pull out the dagger in his hand, his expression changed suddenly.

The energy in the dantian in the body surged and boiled, pouring down like a flood. No matter what kind of obstacles came rushing down the road, it was impossible to resist such a strong impact.

Ouyang Ming's body trembled heavily, even his footsteps staggered. The body rushed forward and fell to the ground.

The eyes of the extreme old man who was struggling to catch up behind him lit up, and his heart was filled with joy.

This kid can't hold on anymore!

Running all the way for so long, not to mention a small yin-rank warrior, even the ancestor of Jidao may not be able to persist all the way.

He was able to do this step because he had taken some precious pills, otherwise he would have been dumped somewhere halfway.

However, at this point all the hard work has been worth it.

He must capture him alive and force all the secrets out of that kid's mouth.

However, as soon as the joy on his face bloomed, it froze immediately. Because he saw that after the fall, Ouyang Ming did not lie on the ground due to exhaustion, but jumped up as if on a spring.

There was a coldness in his heart.

This kid, can he still run?

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Ou Yangming's eyes were shining brightly,

He stood upright like a carp, feeling the surge of true energy in his body, with an extremely strange expression on his face.

At this time, the zhenqi in his body actually increased a level, broke through the limit of the third class, and reached the fourth class of the Yin product.

There was a doubt in his heart, can running also advance to the realm of martial arts? It was the first time he had heard of it.

With a sudden movement in his heart, he raised his head and looked forward, a confident smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.

When his eyes flickered, he suddenly became firm.

Turning around slowly, Ouyang Ming flicked his wrist and pulled out the spear from his body.

He held the gun with one hand, and the tip of the gun thrust forward, aiming at the ancestor who was gradually approaching the Jidao from a distance. Slowly, the spear in his hand dropped down a little bit, and finally touched the ground.

However, the position of the spear tip did not change at all.

The old man at the back was slightly startled, and a look of surprise flashed across his face. He originally thought that after Ouyang Ming got up, he would continue to escape, and once again he had the heart to give up.

However, I didn't expect that after this kid got up, he didn't run away, but put on a posture to fight himself to the death.

At this moment, the old man felt an unbelievable feeling in his heart.

Could it be, is there really such a thing as a pie in the sky in this world?

However, regardless of whether the kid is crazy or not, this is a great opportunity that he cannot miss.

With a little force on his toes, his speed suddenly increased to the extreme, and he rushed towards Ouyang Ming fiercely. This time, no matter what, he couldn't let him escape.

However, just as his figure approached Ouyang Ming, Ou Yangming suddenly stretched out his legs and kicked the spear hard.

The long spear bounced instantly, like a poisonous snake, it pointed towards the old man's throat.

There was a hint of disdain in the old man's eyes, he reached out and grabbed the gun head. The light of a mere firefly dares to compete with the bright moon?

However, at the moment when his palm was about to touch the tip of the gun, he suddenly noticed something different.

Martial arts cultivation has reached his level, and every muscle in the whole body can be controlled freely. Although he hadn't really touched the tip of the spear yet, he could already feel the unreasonable sharpness.

Without thinking, the old man let out a strange cry, and stopped abruptly in mid-air. The palm that was about to grab the spear head suddenly became soft and boneless, but the sleeves were wound up like flowing clouds and flowing water.

Ouyang Ming's expression remained unchanged. It seemed that the weapon wrapped by his sleeve was not his own. He took a step back, clenched his fist with lightning in his right hand, and struck heavily at the end of the gun. The target was still firmly locked on the old man's throat.

"Wow..."

There was a shrill sound of clothes being torn, and the sleeves of the old man were actually torn apart by the gun.

At this point, the old man's face really changed.

Because he knows better than anyone how powerful his sleeves are. It is woven with golden silk and special steel wire. Under normal circumstances, even if it is chopped with a fifth-level broadsword at the top of the boutique, it can only leave a white mark.

However, at this moment, when Ouyang Ming picked it up with the tip of his spear, it broke.

At this moment, the shock in the old man's heart is really indescribable.

What gun is this?

The spear in Ouyang Ming's hand was slightly deflected due to the strength of the opponent's sleeve. However, he stretched out his hand and gently pulled the end of the gun, and the tip of the gun was immediately adjusted to the correct direction.

One after another gun shadows emerged, seemingly overwhelming. But the direction the gun pointed was always the same. It's like the closest lovers are always stuck together, and they don't want to separate no matter what.

The old man's figure flickered and swayed slightly, as if he had countless incarnations at this moment.

He is also a super strong man who has reached the realm of harmony between man and nature. If Ouyang Ming can blend into nature, so can he.

However, he immediately discovered that no matter how his body swayed, Ouyang Ming's spear tip could always find the most correct direction. In just a split second, his throat seemed to have sensed the icy and piercing chill.

With a sigh in his heart, the old man's body finally moved, but instead of moving forward, he retreated backward.

A Ji Dao Patriarch was actually forced back by a Yin rank warrior in a direct confrontation. If this record is spread, Ouyang Ming will definitely be able to become a hero in the world by leaps and bounds.

Ouyang Ming shook his spear, countless shadows of the spears condensed into one, and fell quietly, just like the previous situation, the point of the spear that landed was pointed at the old man far away.

"Chen's Throat Locking Gun, what is your relationship with Chen Dishou?" the old man said coldly.

"Senior Chen has the kindness to teach the younger generation." Ouyang Ming said calmly, "Who is the senior, and why is he chasing the junior so hard?"

The old man looked at him gloomyly. If this sentence was asked before the shot, the old man would not be interested in answering at all.

However, this shot showed momentum, and coupled with the Chen family's throat-locking gun, it gained his approval to a certain extent.

"Hmph, old man Cheng Bingyu, Zhang Yinli is my beloved disciple." The old man said coldly, "Yinli died at your hands, and this old man came here to avenge him."

"I see." Ouyang Ming nodded slowly, his face was stunned, no wonder this person has such perseverance.

Cheng Bingyu said slowly: "Boy, what's the secret in the fire order? Tell me, and I'll spare you!"

Ouyang Ming was startled, and said in surprise, "What secret?"

Although his face was calm, his heart was slightly tensed.

Although the fire-absorbing order has the devouring attribute, it is restricted by the fire-absorbing order itself and cannot devour flesh and blood. And only after breaking the fire-absorbing order and transferring the devouring attribute to other weapons, can it have the miraculous effect of devouring the energy of flesh and blood.

Could it be that what Cheng Bingyu said was the secret?

"If you haven't comprehended the secrets of the fire arresting order, how can you use the method of blood escape?" Cheng Bingyu suddenly shouted loudly, the voice resounded through the world and shook people's hearts.

Ou Yangming was at a loss, and asked in surprise: "What is the relationship between the method of blood escape and the fire order?"

Cheng Bingyu looked at Ouyang Ming with piercing eyes, but he couldn't see the slightest difference. However, he felt something was wrong in his heart.

However, he immediately put all his thoughts aside, let's grab the other party first and then talk.

However, just when he was about to make a move, he saw Ouyang Ming suddenly turn around and walk away. The gun still hadn't left the ground, but was pointed at him from afar.

Cheng Bingyu sneered, thinking in his heart, the Chen family was really overconfident when they returned to the carbine.

He was unprepared before, and was forced to retreat by a single shot, but now he not only saw through the opponent's marksmanship, but also knew the sharpness of this long spear, so he would not be afraid.

Stretched out, he suddenly felt a slight chill in his arms, and only then remembered that his beloved sleeve had been torn.

A look of shame and anger flashed across his face, if he didn't take this son down, what face would he have when he saw his friend again?

His eyes fixed on the spear, and he quickly caught up. At the moment when his body was almost close to the spear, the spear rose up in response to the sound and stabbed towards him.

Cheng Bingyu let out a laugh, his figure suddenly turned around, and he retreated instead.

Returning the carbine, the most imposing, the gun will never return. As long as he escaped this blow, Ouyang Ming would be like a lamb waiting to be slaughtered, and he would no longer have the ability to resist.

However, at the next moment, the color in his eyes suddenly changed to the color of horror.

Although he has already retreated with all his strength, the terrifying spear point in his eyes has not become smaller, but has become larger.

In his eyes, there was even a reflection of the tip of the gun.

Cheng Bingyu's spirit suddenly rose and reached its peak in an instant. He shrugged his right shoulder slightly, and a black object shot out suddenly, hitting the gun head like lightning.

"Pa..." The object broke immediately, but after such a slight delay, Cheng Bingyu's neck suddenly twisted, barely avoiding this lore.

He fell to the ground and looked at it with lingering fear.

I saw Ou Yangming strode forward, and had already firmly caught the spear.

Although that shot was a carbine return, Ou Yangming did it to the extreme and even threw the whole gun out.

Cheng Bingyu touched his neck and felt a touch of warm and viscous liquid. He stared at Ouyang Ming and said slowly: "Okay, what a killer return to the carbine!"

Ouyang Ming sighed softly and said, "It's a pity."

"It's a pity you didn't kill me." Cheng Bingyu said slowly, "You are doomed!"

However, Ouyang Ming shook his head slightly, and said, "You are wrong, what I said is a pity, because you have no chance to kill me."

Cheng Bingyu was startled for a moment, and suddenly felt a sense in his heart, and he slowly turned his head to look.

Behind him, a yellow figure suddenly appeared, and came to them in an instant like lightning.

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