Douluo: Zixia Yufeng

The air became hot, and the hairs all over Roland's body stood up. It was unbelievable that a revolver, before it was fired, had such power.

"Whoosh!" Roland suddenly rolled forward and threw himself three or four meters away.

When Lin Yisheng pulled the trigger, the muzzle of the gun was depressed, and the trajectory of the gun was away from Lin Yushu and the old man Tian Huixin behind him.

Lin Yisheng had a sneer on his lips and a murderous look. In the Republic of China, he was a major general who was envied and feared by countless people. Who dared to steal something from him?

"Boom!" Fierce sparks erupted from the muzzle of the gun, and the intense white light roared straight towards Roland like a volcanic eruption that had been suppressed for thousands of years.

The bullet is coming.

Roland relied on the Chu swordsman's agile skills and his prediction of the crisis. He jumped back and barely escaped, leaving a deep pit on the ground and smoke and dust everywhere.

"Good reaction speed." Lin Yisheng raised his eyebrows slightly, but he was surprised that he failed to hit the target. His body swayed slightly, at a 45-degree angle with the ground, his legs bent and bounced, and he "swooshed" towards Roland. Come.

The strong vibration caused the centuries-old sycamore tree to sway and make a swishing sound.

Roland had just stabilized his body when a strong wind hit his face. Lin Yisheng's iron fist was full of hardness and was about to hit him in the face. This was a real blow, so why not finish it immediately?

Pupils constrict violently.

Roland not only inherited the superb swordsmanship of Chu swordsmen, but also had countless fighting experience from Chu swordsmen.

When the iron fist came, he almost turned around out of habit, staggered away from Lin Yisheng, and punched the air with a fierce punch.

Lin Yisheng paused suddenly and did not fall down due to inertia. He flipped the revolver on his left index finger. His index finger was already on the trigger. He fired without looking back.

This gun was just an ordinary bullet, without any terrifying energy fluctuations. It whizzed past Roland's cheek.

"hiss!"

The surface temperature of the bullet was very high, and the severe pain made Roland gasp, grimace his teeth, and retreat quickly.

After all, Roland is just a student dog of the new era. Even though he has inherited the ability of Chu swordsman, this is the first time he has seen such a battle, and he is inevitably afraid.

"Hey, Chu swordsman, you are no match for me. This is a society ruled by law. I don't want to kill you, so hurry up and leave." Lin Yisheng stopped attacking and just stood there, silently retracting the red and smoking revolver.

"Roland, are you okay?!" The fight between Roland and Lin Yisheng was so intense that no one else could interfere. When the two stopped, Lin Yushu immediately ran to Roland and hurriedly pulled his arm, looking worried.

"It's okay, but I don't think I can beat him. It would be nice if I had a sword." Roland was alert. A clever woman can't make a meal without rice. He is a swordsman, and all his skills are in the sword. Without a sword, he is really blind. .

"Sword?" Lin Yushu pursed her lips, looked around, and found a bamboo on the ground not far away. Her eyes lit up, she picked it up and handed it to Roland, asking: "Is this okay?"

"Uh... try it." Roland rolled his eyes and said to himself that my swordsmanship has not reached the level where it is no longer stagnate to objects. Plants, trees, bamboos and rocks can be used as swords. A broken bamboo is no match for other people's pistols, and it can only be used as a sword. Tried it.

Lin Yushu wrinkled her nose, snorted twice, stared at Lin Yisheng who looked confident, put her mouth close to Roland's ear, and said softly: "Roland, can you get the bad guy's hair?"

"Hair? What do you want that for?!" Roland looked at Lin Yushu suspiciously.

Lin Yushu wiped the tip of her nose, patted her chest and said, "Have you forgotten who I am?"

"Who?" Roland didn't understand what she said.

Cursing an idiot secretly, Lin Yushu narrowed the corners of her beautiful eyes into crescent moons and said fiercely: "Witch! I am good at black witchcraft. That bad guy wants to steal my mother-in-law's sycamore tree. I want to teach him a lesson."

"Witchcraft?!" Roland understood instantly, "Leave it to me!"

Roland had completely forgotten that Lin Yushu, a second-rate witch, knew black witchcraft. He had suffered a great loss from the witch's curse and had never been exposed to it. As long as he had normal and reasonable thoughts about women, he would turn into a cat. He knew the horror of the witch's curse. .

What is Lin Yushu's curse?It won’t turn into a cat too...

"Roland, forget it, come with me quickly, he has a gun, hide first." The old man Tian Huixin pulled Roland and Lin Yushu, his cloudy eyes were full of worry, Roland and Lin Yushu were very good to her, and they didn't want to see her No one is harmed.

"It's okay." Roland broke away from Tian Huixin, holding the root of the bamboo with his right hand, and met Lin Yisheng's cold eyes, "Your gun is good, where did you buy it?"

"Hey, what's the matter, a majestic Chu swordsman, the demon who signed a contract with her didn't give you a sword?" Lin Yisheng glanced at Lin Yushu, "Even if I don't give you the demon sword from the demon world, since you are a Chu person from the Spring and Autumn Period and the Warring States Period , giving you the sword made by General Mo Xie is the minimum, it seems that her status is very low among the many witches of that devil."

I am the devil who signed a contract with Lin Yushu!

Roland wanted to ask the system where his sword had gone, but it was not the right time at the moment, so asking was in vain. If it had been there, the system would have taken it out long ago instead of hiding it.

"I don't need a sword to deal with you. Have you seen "The Legend of the Condor Heroes"? There is a character named Dugu Qiu in it. Plants, trees, bamboos and rocks can be used as swords." Roland said calmly, never drafting a draft when pretending to be cool.

"Ha, you want to win against my first-level magic gun with just a piece of bamboo?" Lin Yisheng sneered, his expression became colder, and as soon as he finished speaking, he glared at his feet, and suddenly rushed over, without even using the revolver, and came straight with his iron fist. Go straight.

clang!

Roland made a horizontal slash with his left hand, landing on Lin Yisheng's arm.

A numbness immediately entered the nervous system. Lin Yisheng's arm was as hard as steel. Fortunately, Roland was prepared. His palm was wrapped with a layer of white energy. In Lin Yisheng's words, it was Qi!

Jumping back a little, Roland stabbed the bamboo in his right hand like a sharp sword.

Lin Yisheng saw the breath on the bamboo and tilted his mouth slightly. If it was a real sword, he might have retreated in anger, but he didn't pay attention to a mere piece of bamboo.

The trajectory of the iron fist changed. It was originally aimed at Roland, but now its target is bamboo.

The highest state of using a sword is to use the virtual and the real. Roland's wrist was turned violently, and the thrust was used as a tease. The friction between the bamboo and the air produced a muffled sound, and an arc was drawn across the bangs on Lin Yisheng's forehead.

Lin Yisheng's face changed slightly, and he turned sideways hurriedly, with a little cold sweat on his back. He was lucky to have escaped the attack, and was ready to fight back.

"Shh!"

Left pick, changing position and slashing. Roland's footsteps were extremely fast during the change of position, and the fierce attacks continued. Lin Yisheng was tired of dodging, and was unable to parry for a moment.

Although it is just bamboo, in Roland's hands it is more like an indestructible sword. It is as graceful as a thundering giant, as graceful as a dragon, and every move is as accurate as running water, making people breathless.

Lin Yisheng's face turned red. He never expected to be suppressed to this extent by a young boy. He tried to fight back several times, but all failed.

He has been passive since the beginning of the close combat.

Although he was good at marksmanship, he felt aggrieved to be beaten like this by a kid who had only obtained a remnant soul.

"Whoa!" Roland slashed at Lin Yisheng's head with each sword. Finally, he deceived Lin Yisheng with a feint, and a bunch of hair was cut off. Roland grabbed a few strands and backed away quickly.

"Damn it!" The bloodshot eyes began to spread in Lin Yisheng's eyes. He became murderous and took out his revolver. He planned to kill Roland.

"Yushu, here, the hair." Roland panted and came to Lin Yushu and gave her Lin Yisheng's hair.

Lin Yushu got the hair and smiled naughtily, drew a circle on the ground, put Lin Yisheng's hair in it, and stared at him maliciously, "Hmph, I will draw a circle to curse you today!"