Spear shadows led, with a figure following behind.
The long spear swept through the air. Lian Youming gripped it in both hands, seemingly pouring every last bit of strength into this one strike.
Yet astonishingly, although the spear had almost pierced his opponent's throat, Hong Tiangui still had strength to spare.
Hong Tiangui shook his body and caught the Iron Spear with his bare hands.
One advanced while the other retreated, one sliding backward with his feet against the ground, the other pressing close with great strides.
The collision swept Situ Wudi and Gong Wuer back, and sent Chen Babai tumbling away as well.
Thick blood ran down the shaft and pooled across the ground.
They stared at each other across the gap, one with the corners of his eyes splitting, the other with blood flooding both pupils.
Brutal.
Neither could speak now. Both had mustered all their breath and all their strength.
Yet at this moment of life and death, the Iron Spear Lian Youming drove forward actually seemed to be getting pulled out by Hong Tiangui, as though it could advance no farther.
He could not let everything fail at the last moment.
Lian Youming summoned his remaining strength again. As his muscles swelled, every wound on his body split open, spraying jets of blood.
Hong Tiangui's lone eye widened as he too desperately held on.
But just then, gunshots rang out again.
Bang, bang, bang...
Three shots in succession sent three bullets toward Hong Tiangui in a triangular pattern.
Lian Youming had pinned the man's movements, but to guard against any mishap, Yang Shuang still boldly took the chance.
Two of the bullets not only blocked Hong Tiangui's movements but also grazed two bloody tracks across Lian Youming's body.
But the third shot-
Pfft!
A bloody blossom