Chapter 141: Broken, broken!

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Tang Huan had already realized the mystery of this "true flame Liuhong shooting", but until now, for the first time, Tang Huan has actually unfolded it.
"A good killing spirit!"
Inside the wooden shed, the woman in the purple dress bounced up, her eyes opened slightly, and her mouth couldn't help whispering, "If the air pressure is controlled at the level of a fifth-ranked martial artist, even the hundred-year-old Gun Saint Ye Chongshan shows it. This is the second shot, I am afraid.
On the side, Lei Ming also had his eyes fixed, even if he was a sixth-rank martial artist, he felt a lot of threats from the shot of Tang Huan.
Almost at the same time, among the warriors watching the battle, they also exclaimed.
After Tang Huan was stabbed with a shot, everyone seemed to be taken away by him, as if he was suddenly in the battlefield of Jinge Iron Horse, and the terrible killing intentions crisscrossed between heaven and earth. A few of the weaker minds Warrior, even the soul trembled for it.
"This……"
Hong Tao's face changed suddenly.
At this moment, he felt like he was locked by the spear gun that came across from him. At this moment, he even had a strange hunch in his heart, that no matter which direction he avoided, it seemed that he could hardly avoid the hot, pointed gunpoint.
In the next moment, Hong Tao gritted his teeth suddenly, and roared loudly. The fiery red tornado that was driven by the sword became more violent and terrifying. The surrounding void seemed to beep and scream.
Almost at the same time, the spear on the opposite side had been stabbed into the fast-tornning tornado like the gorgeous red streamer.
"boom!"
Outside this Fengling Valley, there was a deafening sound immediately, and the arrogant energy was raging at the same time.
Immediately after, the red mang collapsed, and the fiery red tornado surrounding the blade was torn apart in pieces. Hong Tao's long sword slammed back, his body seemed to be pushed forward by an irresistible force. That face was as pale as paper.
"Punch! Punch!"
Tang Huan is also going backwards.
Every time I set my foot backwards, the ground shuddered for it, the dust was rolled, the soles of the feet sank to the ground at a speed that was hard to capture by the naked eye, and instantly reached the legs. Taking two steps back, Tang Huan had stabilized his body, but his cheeks quickly passed a flush.
"Huh!" Tang Huan's lips closed tightly, and his nose snorted heavily. His body rose into the air immediately. The spear in his hand first flew up, and then smashed down to Hong Tao, who was receding. The whistling sound emptied up.
"Snapped!"
However, at this moment, a weird burst sounded, the red flame gun suddenly dissipated, and the entire gun body burst out. It was just a moment of effort. Tang Huan held more than two meters in his hand. The body of the gun became a short stick that was no longer than two feet.
This sudden change caused Tang Huan in the air to take a moment to think, thinking in his head of Tang Si's reminder to himself before the battle.
This guy's weapon is even better than he expected.
The red flame gun forged from hematite is very good in medium-level weapons. It was completely destroyed so quickly, but I don't know what material Hong Tao is made of.
"Oh!"
Down-to-earth touch came, Tang Huan suddenly awakened, a rabbit rising and falling, already appeared in front of Hong Tao, the short stick in his hand poked at his chest with thunder.
"Haha, Tang Huan ..."
Seeing that Tang Huan's weapon burst, Hong Tao laughed wildly, but the words behind him also said that a look of anger and anger appeared on his bloodless face. Within his pupils, Tang Huan's figure was approaching quickly and his hands were short. The coming of the stick made him cold all over the body.
But at this time, Hong Tao's long knife, which had been raised high by a violent impact, had no time to fall.
"Ok!"
Hong Tao twisted his body desperately, trying to avoid the short stick, but the next moment, he couldn't help groaning in his mouth, and his body flew up in the mist, falling to the ground, his body twitching, and his mouth vomiting blood Mo, on his left chest, the short stick was submerged.
Looking at the position in the short stick poking, you know that Hong Tao's heart has been penetrated, even if Da Luo Jinxian could not save him.
"call!"
Tang Huan sighed softly, walked step by step to Hong Tao's side, picking his toes, and the long knife broke away from Hong Tao's right palm, rose into the air, and was grasped by Tang Huan.
Hong Tao, like a fish lacking water, opened his mouth wide, but couldn't say anything. The eyes that opened round seemed to be filled with incredible looks.
"Congratulations, you can reunite with your brother right away."
Tang Huan looked down at Hong Tao with a smile, but Hong Tao couldn't bear it anymore, and a burst of blood spewed out.
"Three, six, nine, win!"
After a while, the referee on the sideline woke up like a dream, yelled loudly, and looked at the ground Hong Tao with a little regret.
Outside the competition ground, after a short silence, a loud noise suddenly broke out.
"Victory? Actually Tang Huan won?"
"I didn't expect it. Tang Huan not only defeated Hong Tao, but killed him!"
"Hey, I already knew that Tang Huan will win this battle."
"It's really a hindsight. I don't know who said that Tang Huan will definitely lose?"
"..."
"Well, Tang Huan's weapon was actually damaged. Without the weapon at hand, in the next eighth round, Tang Huan will undoubtedly lose."
"This is indeed a big problem. His gun seems to be very suitable for the refiner. The borrowed gun, even if the same shooting is performed, I am afraid that the power will be greatly reduced."
"Even if the next round fails, it doesn't matter. Winning this round has put him in the top eleven."
"..."
In the shouts of everyone, Tang Huan walked out of the No. 3 martial arts arena.
As soon as he left, dozens of young men ran out, rushed into the arena, and hurried away with Hong Tao's body. But before they left, they looked at Tang Huan with murderous eyes, and they seemed anxious to be able to rush up immediately, tearing Tang Huan's body into pieces.
Tang Huan just swiped his lips, then returned to the rest area on the left and sat down.
At this time, there were two places in ten martial arts battlefields that had ended the battle. In addition to him, Meng Zixuan and the man in black who made him quite concerned about the sword also became the seventh round of competition. The winner of Wu, both sat cross-legged, motionless, seemingly regaining their vitality.
"Tang Huan, here you are, for healing."
A small white hand reached in front of her, and her delicate palm was lying quietly with a white pill about the size of a finger.
Immediately afterwards, Gu Fei's playful face entered Tang Huan's sight, and she had undisguised concerns between her eyes.
"Thanks a lot."
Tang Huan was also unpretentious and threw the white pill into his mouth and swallowed it.