Chapter 1162

"You can't shake the tree."

With a long gun in his hand, Nangong Shuo swept away.

The surging spirit power continuously erupted from his body, all condensed in the gun body, making the long gun look like in the night, emitting a faint halo.

Monan's eyebrows were raised.

Even if he didn't touch the spear, he felt a sense of crisis in his heart.

It's just Nangong Shuo's quick move. He wants to hide, but it's too late.

This is the first time that the old rascal has felt that his speed can't keep up with the rhythm of the other side since he drank the medicine William gave him.

"Special!"

With a dull sound in his mouth, the long knife blocked the direction of the gun. However, with great strength, he shot Mo Nan out directly.

It took six or seven meters to reach the ground.

"Pounce."

A sweet throat, Monan almost a mouthful of blood out.

Standing up from the ground, Mo Nan has some bitterness.

The gap is too big.

Although he had made psychological preparations before he came, he underestimated Nangong Shuo's strength when he really played.

God knows how this guy practices.

Mo Nan's foundation is already very solid, but Nangong Shuo is no worse than others.

As a result, a small realm separated between them is like a natural moat.

"I'm so disappointed."

Slowly receive gun, will long gun stand in the side, South Temple Shuo eyebrow tiny Cu way.

A few days ago, he came out from the clan to do business. Passing by Jinling, he happened to receive a challenge from the Liu family.

Instead of being angry, he had expectations.

Who knows, originally thought that the people from the Liu family could at least let him enjoy himself, where thought that he was so vulnerable.

He didn't even give his best.

In the past, he was the one who ridiculed those childe brothers, but he didn't expect the good reincarnation of heaven. Now it's his turn to be despised.

This feeling is not so good!

"Don't be too early."

Squinting and smiling, Monan took a few deep breaths to recover the injury in his body. In a moment, he lifted the long knife in his hand again and made a gesture of drawing it.

"Why?"

Not far away, Nangong Shuo was slightly surprised.

He felt that this guy should have been hurt a lot just now. He couldn't see the abnormality in the twinkling of an eye.

But, the injury is good fast, does not mean that can enhance the strength.

When the injury is healed, it's nothing more than being beaten down.

"Come on."

Nangong Shuo raised his long gun again and spat out a word.

"Am I being looked down upon?"

Mo Nan tugged at the corners of his mouth. Then he regained his solemnity and raised his hand. The long knife went straight ahead.

No name knife, first knife.

So far, what he is best at is still the first knife.

I don't know why the second knife is used. When it is used, it always feels obscure.

Sharp knife gas in an instant towards the front shot away, splashing off sand stone.

"Well come!"

Nangong Shuo's eyes brightened without a panic.

At the moment, he just seemed to have just raised his spirit. He drank a lot in his mouth. He held up his long gun and criticized the attacking knife.

Boom.

Smoke and dust are everywhere.

It was quiet all around.

Not far away, although not see the scene in the smoke, Monan's eyelids have been shaking.

At this moment, he was really a little upset.

I love you

If it's a card game.

Both sides each take a deck of cards, the double king in his hand has already played out, but it may not be as big as the other party's four Pipan. How can we play?

Nameless Sabre is his only card.

Moments later, the smoke cleared.

"I'm looking down on you."

After coughing, Nangong Shuo put away his long gun with a look of evil. Although he blocked Mo Nan's Dao Qi for the first time, the Dao Qi dispersed and fell on him everywhere.

Although the injury was not serious, and even some minor scratches could not be seen, his original black sweatshirt had been destroyed, and his neat hair had become messy, which made him look rather embarrassed.

Mo Nan: "I'm not sure."

You look down on your uncle!

Well, now it seems that he told himself, not to mention comparing with other people's four preserved eggs, I'm afraid even four small cards are inferior.

Something's wrong.

There is calmness in every great event.

Monan reminded himself.

If Nangong Shuo can resist his Sabre technique, he believes that he is a great master. It's strange that he can't resist it, but he doesn't believe that there is no damage after blocking it.

Compared with the day when he fought with Gu Jian, today's successful breakthrough of his master will only make him stronger.

Gu Jian is born, Nangong Shuo is born. Why is there such a big gap between them? Mo Nan immediately looks at the long gun in Nangong Shuo's hand. The body of the gun is dark and bright. Although it is not as coquettish as the long sword made of celestite in his hand, it has a mysterious texture... It doesn't look like any ordinary product. Mo Nan is faintly tired. He doesn't believe that Nangong Shuo didn't take the credit of the black gun to block his knife. Sure enough, compared with the younger generation of these hermits, they are well fed. If you can't do it long-range, close combat. Just now, a knife cost Monan a lot of spiritual power. For the first time in history, he took it with him. He was not in a hurry. He took out a fruit from his pocket that seemed to be crushed. He didn't dislike it and put it directly into his mouth. Hold the knife close“ Are you ready to give up Nangong Shuo sneers and is not afraid to fight Mo Nan. Just when Mo Nan is about to get close to him, his long gun is like a snake. His angle is tricky and his trend is flexible. He blocks Mo Nan from the most effective attack distance of the long gun. The sound of the gunfire has spiritual power, and every blow is powerful. Monan's face darkened. This guy, let's go. At most, I used it as a mercenary for a long time, but I didn't practice it seriously. I just learned from practice. I'm much more powerful than some so-called sword masters. Nangong Shuo is different. Mo Nan has never met a master of gunshot, but Nangong Shuo must be one. It's hard. A touch of cruelty flashed through the eyes of the old rascal. In a moment, ignoring the long gun which was picked towards his shoulder, he rushed to Nangong Shuo's whole body. The long gun pierced into his shoulder and shook to the right, almost tearing off Mo Nan's arm. Even so, it made his right shoulder bloody. In a short period of time, it's hard to work. But it's not without a harvest“ It's my turn. " The forehead is sweating toward the corner of Nangong Shuo's mouth, and the long knife in Mo Nan's hand cuts straight down the latter's chest“ Well As the blade fell, Monan could not help but frown. He felt that it was wrong. I saw Nangong Shuo standing in the same place with a cool face. Instead of hiding, he looked at him sarcastically... Ding. There was a rasping sound. Monan's wrist trembled by his own distance. At the same time, Nangong Shuo, as if hit by a huge force, just stepped back a few steps, with a long gun in his hand, and then stood in the same place. His upper body's sweatshirt is completely broken and slowly falls to the ground, revealing a sleeveless close fitting vest on his body. It looks like silk, but I don't know what material it is. Monan went down with a knife and didn't even leave a scratch.