Chapter 208: Back carbine

"puff……"
Another knife, deeply penetrated into the neck of the colorful giant tiger. The familiar power flowed into the body again, filling his loss.
However, just when Ouyang Ming wanted to pull out the dagger in his hand, his face changed abruptly.
The air of Dantian in the body is boiling like a flooding water. This way Mercedes-Benz passed in the past, no matter what obstacles were rushed down, it could not withstand such a strong impact.
Ouyang Ming's body shook heavily, and he even staggered his footsteps. The body rushed forward and fell to the ground.
The eyes of the elder elder who is chasing hard in the rear are bright, and his heart is very happy.
This kid finally couldn't hold on!
It's been a long time since Mercedes Benz, not to mention a small Yinpin martial artist, even the extreme ancestors may not always be able to stick to it.
He was able to do this because of taking some precious elixirs, otherwise he would be dumped somehow as early as halfway.
However, all the hard work at this time is already worth it.
He must catch alive, and press all the secrets out of the boy's mouth.
However, the joy on his face had just bloomed and immediately solidified. Because he saw that after falling, Ouyang Ming did not lie on the ground because of exhaustion, but instead jumped up like a spring.
His heart was cold.
Can this kid still run?
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Ouyang Ming's eyes were shining brightly. He stood up as a carp, feeling the surging vitality in his body, and the expression on his face was very strange.
At this time, the true energy in his body actually went one step further, breaking through the third-grade limit and reaching the fourth-grade Yin product.
There was a trace of doubt in his mind. Can running and running be promoted to the realm of martial arts? He heard it for the first time.
There was a sudden movement in his heart, and he looked up to the front, and there was a smile in his mouth.
In the blink of an eye, he suddenly became firm.
Turning slowly, Ouyang Ming's wrist shook, and he had pulled the spear out of him.
He held the gun in one hand, the tip of the gun protruded forward, and aimed at the ancestor who gradually approached the pole. Slowly, the spear in his hand fell down a little bit and finally touched the ground.
However, the position of the gunpoint did not change at all.
The old man in the rear froze slightly, a strange look flashed on his face. He originally thought that after Ouyang Ming got up, he would continue to escape, and once again he gave up the heart of giving up.
However, I didn't expect that after this kid got up, he didn't run away, but showed a posture to fight against himself.
At this moment, there was a feeling of disbelief in the old man's heart.
Could it be that there are really pies in the world?
However, no matter whether the kid is crazy or not, it is a great opportunity that he cannot miss.
With a slight toe effort, his speed suddenly rose to the extreme, and he rushed towards Ouyang Ming. This time, he will not be allowed to escape from birth anyway.
However, just as his figure approached Ouyang Ming, Ouyang Ming suddenly stretched his legs and kicked the spear.
The spear bounced instantaneously, just like a viper pointing towards the old man's throat.
A trace of disdain appeared in the old man's eyes, and he reached out and grabbed towards the spearhead. Dare the glow of fireflies, dare to compete with Haoyue?
It was just that the moment his palm was about to touch the gun head, he suddenly felt something different.
When Wu Daoxiu reached his level, every muscle in the whole body could reach the point of control. Although he hasn't made real contact with the spearpoint, he has already felt the unreasonable sharpness.
Without thinking about it, the old man screamed, and his figure stopped abruptly in midair. The palm that was about to grab the gun head suddenly became soft and boneless, but the sleeves were wrapped up like clouds and water.
Ouyang Ming’s expression remained the same. It seemed that his sleeve was not his weapon. He took a step back, fisted with a lightning bolt in his right hand, and hit a heavy blow on the tail of the gun. The goal was still to firmly lock the throat of the old man.
"Wow..."
A shrill tear in the clothes sounded, and the old man's sleeves were cut apart by the spearhead.
At this point, the old man's complexion really changed.
Because he knows better than anyone, what a powerful outfit his sleeves are. It was woven with gold silk thread and special steel wire. Under normal circumstances, even if it is cut with a high-end fifth-level knife, it can only leave a white mark.
However, at the moment, he was picked by Ouyang Ming's spearpoint, and it broke.
At this moment, the shock in the old man's heart is really beyond description.
What is this gun?
The spear in Ouyang Ming's hand was slightly deviated because of the pulling force of the opponent's sleeve. However, he stretched his hand and gently pulled it at the end of the gun, and the gun head immediately adjusted its direction.
Gunshots emerged, seemingly overwhelming. But the direction pointed by the spearhead is the same. It's like the closest lover is always sticking together, so I don't want to be separated.
The figure of the old man flickered and swayed slightly, as if innumerable incarnations at this instant.
He is also a super strong man who has reached the state of harmony between man and nature. Ouyang Ming can integrate into nature, and so can he.
However, he immediately found that no matter how his body swings, Ouyang Ming's gunpoint can always find the most correct direction. In just an instant, his throat seemed to have sensed the cold, bitter chill.
With a sigh in my heart, the old man's body finally moved, but he no longer moved forward, but backed away.
An extreme ancestor was forced to retreat by a Yinpin warrior during a head-on confrontation. If this record is passed on, Ouyang Ming will surely be able to become a master of the world by virtue of this leap.
Ouyang Ming's spear shook, and countless gun shadows condensed into one, quietly falling, just like the previous situation, the tip of the landing gun pointed at the old man remotely.
"Chen family lock throat gun, what is your relationship with Chen Dishou?" The old man said coldly.
"Senior Chen has the grace to teach the younger generation." Ouyang Ming said frankly: "Who is the senior, why is he so desperate for the younger generation?"
The old man looked at him somberly. If this sentence was asked before this shot, the old man was not interested in answering at all.
However, this gun was striking, and the Chen family's throat lock gun gained his approval to some extent.
"Huh, the old man Cheng Bingyu, Zhang Yinli is the old man's lover." The old man said coldly: "Yinli died in your hands, the old man came to avenge him."
"It turns out that." Ouyang Ming nodded slowly, his face suddenly, no wonder this person has such perseverance.
Cheng Bingyu said slowly: "Boy, what is the secret in the fire command? Say it, I will spare you!"
Ouyang Ming stunned and said in surprise: "What secret?"
Although there was no expression on his face, his heart was slightly tight.
Although this fire-retrieving order has the engulfing property, it is restricted by the fire-retrieving order itself and cannot consume the flesh. Only after breaking the fire command, and transferring the engulfing attributes to other weapons, will it have the effect of engulfing the flesh and blood energy.
Could it be that this secret is what Cheng Bingyu said?
"If you haven't comprehended the secret of the fire-fighting order, how can you perform the method of blood escape?" Cheng Bingyu suddenly shouted loudly, the sound resounded through the world and shook people's hearts.
Ouyang Ming was confused, and said in amazement: "What is the relationship between the method of blood escape and the fire command?"
Cheng Bingyu looked at Ouyang Ming brightly, but he couldn't see the slightest discoloration, but he felt something wrong in his heart.
However, he immediately put aside all his thoughts, or grabbed the other party first.
However, just when he wanted to make a move, he saw that Ouyang Ming suddenly turned around and walked. The spear still pointed at him remotely.
Cheng Bingyu sneered and secretly said that Chen's return to the carbine was really overwhelming.
He had not been prepared before, and he was forced to retreat with one shot. Now, he not only sees through the opponent's way of shooting, but also knows the sharp characteristics of this spear, where will he be afraid.
His figure unfolded, and he suddenly felt a little cold in his arms, and then remembered that his beloved sleeve had broken.
A trace of shame flashed on his face, and if he didn't take it, what would he look like to see his friend again?
His gaze locked on the spear, and he quickly caught up, just at the moment when his body was close to the spear, the spear really came up and stabbed himself.
Cheng Bingyu long laughed, his body suddenly turned, but instead retreated.
Back to the carbine, the most important momentum, the gun did not return. As long as he escaped the blow, Ouyang Ming was like a lamb to be slaughtered, and he could compete again.
However, at the next moment, the color in his eyes suddenly changed to the color of horror.
Although he had backed away with all his might, the terror spearpoint in his eyes did not become smaller, but became larger.
In his eyes, even a hint of gunpoint reflection appeared.
The spirit spirit of Cheng Bingyu suddenly rose and reached its peak in an instant. His right shoulder shrugged slightly, and a black object shot out suddenly, striking the gun head with lightning.
"Slap..." The object suddenly broke, but with this slight delay, Cheng Bingyu's neck suddenly reversed, avoiding this lore.
He fell to the ground and looked at him with fear.
I saw Ouyang Ming stepped forward, and had already firmly caught the spear.
That shot, although it was a carbine, Ouyang Ming did extreme, even throwing the whole gun out.
Cheng Bingyu touched his neck~EbookFREE.me~ felt a warm and viscous liquid. He stared at Ouyang Ming and said slowly: "Okay, a good killer!"
Ouyang Ming sighed and said, "It's a pity."
"It's a pity not to kill me." Cheng Bingyu said slowly: "You are destined to escape from robbery!"
However, Ouyang Ming shook his head slightly and said, "You are wrong, I am sorry to say that you have no chance to kill me."
Cheng Bingyu was slightly startled, and suddenly his heart felt, and he slowly turned his head to look away.
Behind him, a yellow figure suddenly appeared, and came to them in a flash.
　　
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