On the field, Dugu Yan gritted his teeth. "Tianheng, your injury..."
"It's okay." Yu Tianheng interrupted her and glanced at the six teammates, "I was careless just now. Now let's follow the second tactic."
Shi Mo Shi Mo looked at each other and nodded at the same time. Yu Feng and Osler stopped laughing.
The breaths of the seven people were reconnected.
Zhou Qiubai's eyes flashed with approval.
"That's right." He said softly, "This is interesting."
Yang Guyun grasped the gun barrel tightly, and blood lines slowly flowed on the gun body. "Second style."
"Are you sure?"
"Try it."
As soon as the brief conversation between the two ended, Imperial Fighting Team's offensive had already struck.
This time, the rhythm has changed.
This time, it's You Dou.
Yu Feng roared, its wings vibrated, and the third Soul Skill "Wind Rises Clouds Surge" was released with all its strength.
Wind Blade is no longer dense like rain, but turns into three huge tornadoes, rushing towards Zhou Qiubai from three directions.
Osler's figure flashed and turned into three black shadows, rushing towards Yang Guyun from different angles.
Ghost Leopard Martial Soul's speed was fully revealed at this moment, and the three afterimages were difficult to distinguish between true and false, making it dazzling.
Shi Mo Shi Mo did not rush forward, but stood side by side in front of Dugu Yan and Ye Lingling, firmly protecting their own core.
And Yu Tianheng...
He closed his eyes, and endless thunder and lightning surged deep in his heart.
When he opened it again, the lightning in his eyes had turned into actual electric current, jumping in the depths of his pupils.
"Second Soul Skill, Thunderbolt."
This time, instead of thousands of thunderbolts firing in unison, they began to gather together.
All the power of thunder and lightning was compressed on the Dragon Claw in his right hand, spreading from the tip of the claw to the forearm, making a crackling sound, and the air was filled with a burning smell.
He is gathering strength.
Dugu Yan and Jade Phosphorus Three Poisons no longer spread, but become three thin lines.
"Smart." Zhou Qiubai commented, "When you know you can't fight hard, you switch to a war of attrition, a standard academic tactic."
Yang Guyun raised the gun tip slightly. "How to break it?"
Zhou Qiubai smiled, "Since they want to play tactics, then we will..."
He paused, a glint of brightness flashed in his eyes.
"Play a little wild."
As soon as the words fell, the two of them moved at the same time.
But instead of charging towards the enemy,...
separate.
Zhou Qiubai goes to the left, Yang Guyun goes to the right.
The two of them were like two forked lightning bolts, instantly separated by twenty feet.
Yu Feng's three tornadoes chased Zhou Qiubai, and Osler's three black shadows pounced on Yang Guyun.
There were exclamations in the stands.
"They separated? Two versus seven still dare to separate?"
"Isn't this looking for death?"
Qin Ming frowned.
Something is wrong.
With the tacit understanding shown by Spear and Sword Peerless before, such low-level mistakes should never be made.
Unless...
"They must be defeated one by one!" He stood up suddenly.
In the field, Zhou Qiubai has fought against Yu Feng.
Three tornadoes came from three directions, blocking all escape routes.
But Zhou Qiubai did not retreat, but rushed forward.
Although the three tornadoes seem to block all angles, at the intersection, Wind Blade will interfere with each other, creating an extremely short gap.
Half a breath is enough.
Floating Cloud Nine Palace Steps uses all his strength.
Zhou Qiubai's figure shuttled between the three tornadoes. For a moment, the three tornadoes didn't even touch the corner of his clothes.
Yu Feng's pupils suddenly shrank. "How is that possible?"
His wings flapped rapidly, trying to increase the distance.
But it's too late.
Zhou Qiubai has passed through the tornado and jumped into the air.
Second Soul Ring lights up.
The sword energy exploded with him as the center.
Wherever the sword energy passed, Wind Blade collapsed and the tornado collapsed.
Dustless carries the sword energy to shake away the dust and keep the whole body clear.
Yu Feng and Wind Blade are also a type of energy, so they are naturally among them.
Three tornadoes collapsed in an instant.
Yu Feng was frightened and retreated hastily, but Zhou Qiubai's sword had arrived.
The sword light surged like a long river, carrying the majestic momentum of the setting sun, and pierced Yu Feng's chest.
Yu Feng gritted his teeth, First Soul Ring lit up.
"Wing Blade!"
The edges of the wings glowed with metallic luster, like two giant knives crossing each other.
Clang--!
The tip of the sword is at the intersection of Wing Blade.
Yu Feng felt a terrifying penetrating force, his wings were in sharp pain, and his whole body was blown away.
He lowered his head and found a deep crack on the edge of his right wing.
With one sword, his Wing Blade defense was broken!
On the other side, Yang Guyun's battle is more simple and crude.
Osler's three black shadows came from different angles, tearing the air with their sharp claws.
Yang Guyun didn't move.
The gun didn't move until the three black shadows were only three feet away from him.
Returnless Spear swept across, and wherever the gun passed, the air exploded.
"Puff puff puff--"
Three black shadows collapsed at the same time.
It's all afterimages.
The real Osler had already circled behind him, piercing his heart with sharp claws.
But the tip of the spear is waiting there.
It seems that he has been expected to take action from this position.
No Return Spear Technique, Go Without Return!
There is no turning back when a gun is fired, and there is no forward movement.
Osler was shocked and retreated hastily, but the tip of the spear followed him like a shadow.
"Imperial!" He roared, the third Soul Ring lit up, and the Ghost Leopard shadow merged into his body. His speed increased by 30%. He narrowly avoided the shot and hid behind Shi Brothers's Black Tortoise Shield.
But Yang Guyun's gunfire didn't stop.
The gun turned around and the second shot had arrived.
This time, the shooting method changed.
No Return Spear Technique second type, Abandon Self!
The gun never comes back.
Life and death No Return.
Yang Guyun has been practicing this shot for three years, but is still missing the last step.
Abandon Self It's easy, but it's hard to put the gun away.
Shoot out with one shot, leaving no room. If you can't kill the enemy, you will fall into death.
So he never dared to use it in actual combat.
But today, he used it.
The spear tip stabbed Black Tortoise Barrier.
There is no sound.
Because the tip of the spear passed through the barrier.
The fourth Soul Skill is perfectly integrated with the second form of marksmanship at this moment.
Transparent ripples spread out, and Black Tortoise Barrier was penetrated like paper.
The tip of the spear passed through the barrier and pierced Yu Tianheng's heart.
Shi Mo Shi Mo was shocked and wanted to block it, but it was too late.
Yu Tianheng gritted his teeth, turned around, and Dragon Claw struck the tip of the gun with all his strength.
Clang--!
Clawguns intersect again.
This time, the tip of the gun did not pause.
It pierced Dragon Claw's scales, penetrated the flesh and blood, pierced the metacarpal bones, emerged from the back of the hand, and continued forward with a pool of blood.
Straight into Yu Tianheng's chest.
"Tianheng!" Dugu Yan screamed, and Jade Phosphorus Three Poisons sprayed at Yang Guyun with all its strength.
Yu Feng and Osler pounced at the same time.
But it's too late.
The tip of the gun has reached Yu Tianheng's heart.
Just one more inch would pierce the heart.
The whole place was dead silent.
Yang Guyun's hand holding the gun was as steady as a rock. The tip of the gun was pressed against Yu Tianheng's heart, and blood dripped down the gun barrel.
He looked at Yu Tianheng with calm eyes.
"Admit defeat?"
Yu Tianheng stared at him closely, the lightning in his eyes gradually extinguished.
For a long time, he slowly uttered two words: "Admit defeat."
As soon as he finished speaking, the whole place was in an uproar.
"Won! Spear and Sword Peerless won!"
"Two versus seven! Really won!"
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The referee shouted with a trembling voice, "Winner, Spear and Sword Peerless!"
Zhou Qiubai walked up to Yang Guyun and patted his shoulder. "Put your gun away."
Yang Guyun nodded and drew his gun.
When the tip of the gun left Yu Tianheng's heart, a stream of blood came out.