Young White Horse: The Drunken Swordsman shocked Little Dongjun at the beginning

Sikong Changfeng and the short and thin man exchanged glances, their eyes flashing with brilliance, and collided in mid-air.

Swish~

Sikong Changfeng also did not speak, his figure rushed up, swung his spear and smashed it down.

Bang bang bang~

Sikong Changfeng attacked violently, as if he had a sledgehammer instead of a gun in his hand.

The short and thin man was a little surprised, but sneered in his heart.

In terms of strength and ferocity, there are a few weapons that can match his meteor hammer.

Sikong Changfeng was as steady as a mountain, attacking in an orderly manner, without any change in his eyes or expression.

Shot after shot.

The short and thin man suddenly frowned, "This kid's momentum has been rising, and his strength is also increasing."

After noticing it, the short and thin man understood what Sikong Changfeng wanted to do.

But how could he let Sikong Changfeng continue to improve like this?

Immediately, the short and thin man's fighting rhythm suddenly changed.

He tried to disrupt Sikong Changfeng's intention of constantly accumulating strength.

Baili Dongjun was watching the battle and frowned slightly when he saw this.

Sikong Changfeng fired another shot, frowning slightly, knowing that the other party had seen his thoughts.

"Although it's not yet at the limit, it should be enough!"

Sikong Changfeng said lightly in his heart, his eyes gradually brightened.

After all, this is not a life-and-death fight, it's enough to decide the winner.

He retracted a shot and swept out again.

This time, the long spear stabbed straight out.

Endless sharpness flashed on the tip of the spear, and the cold light shone brightly.

The short and thin man's expression changed slightly, and he also quickly changed his attack method.

The huge meteor hammer broke through the wind and shot out, bringing a gust of wind.

Ding!

The two collided quickly, but only made a light sound.

The spear trembled violently, as if shaking out countless gorgeous gun flowers.

Those gun shadows merged into one gun, colliding with the meteor hammer.

This gun was the [Breaking Dragon] created by Sikong Changfeng first.

It was the best at strength and penetration, and it also integrated the "power of shock".

The terrifying power was transmitted to the short and thin man along the meteor hammer.

The short and thin man was suddenly struck by lightning, and there were dense and tiny "electric currents" passing through his body.

Bang~

At this time, the figure of the short and thin man was instantly smashed away, and a dull sound was heard in the air.

"Senior?"

Sikong Changfeng put away his gun and stood up, shouting softly.

After a while.

In the darkness, there was a rustling sound, and a figure climbed up.

Seeing that Sikong Changfeng was a little worried, he wanted to go forward to help.

The short and thin man waved his hands quickly and spoke for the first time.

"It's okay~"

"I just didn't expect your power to be so strange. I suffered a loss. Hurry up and go upstairs."

Hearing this, Sikong Changfeng smiled apologetically and went up to the twelfth floor with Baili Dongjun from the side stairs.

After the two left.

In the darkness, the short and thin man made a "hissing" sound, and the corners of his mouth pulled slightly, using the sound to relieve the pain in his body.

Twelfth floor.

Baili Dongjun used the fourth style of drunkenness under the moon, "a drunk to relieve a thousand worries", caught the opponent off guard and successfully passed.

Thirteenth floor.

Sikong Changfeng fought for an incense stick, and finally used the short gun that was originally used for defense unexpectedly, and defeated the opponent.

Fourteenth floor.

Baili Dongjun fought for a long time and failed to win. He used the instant-kill sword technique he learned from his father, the two-handed sword technique, and even the world's third best technique he learned from Xiao Ruofeng.

But he still couldn't do anything to the young monk holding a long stick in front of him.

"Changfeng, come on together!"

Baili Dongjun turned his head and shouted softly. He was not a scholar and did not have the consciousness of preferring to lose in a one-on-one fight.

"Master, I'm sorry."

Sikong Changfeng, who stood like a gun, heard Baili Dongjun's words, and his figure whizzed out and fired a gun.

The young monk was forced to retreat several steps.

Baili Dongjun and Sikong Changfeng looked at each other and chuckled, and then they started fighting tacitly, just like they wanted to join forces to suppress Jun Lintian.

In order to beat Jun Lintian smoothly, the two of them also studied this joint attack technique.

Immediately, the young monk Yuanze felt pressured.

"What if we attack together?"

Monk Yuanze shouted angrily, his momentum burst out, and he started to attack violently. A long stick was so powerful that it was dazzling.

This is the Yaksha stick method of Buddhism.

Good at attacking, the most skilled in the method of taking advantage of the situation, extremely violent, is the martial arts that the Dharma protectors of Buddhism must learn.

Once you fall into the opponent's overwhelming offensive, even if your realm is higher than the opponent, you can only defend yourself, retreat again and again, and finally lose.

Sikong Changfeng abandoned defense and used attack to counter attack, using the "way of lightness and heaviness".

A silver moon spear was like a silver moon meteor, smashing down continuously, as if there was a mountain pressing on it.

And Baili Dongjun swam gracefully, and the sword rotated, forcing Monk Yuanze to slowly turn to attackTo defend.

A spear broke the dawn, and a ray of light burst out from the tip of the spear.

This spear focuses on meaning rather than form, and its power is just average, but it carries a sense of breaking through the darkness and moving forward.

Monk Yuanze's heart trembled, and he felt that the ray of light was all over the sky, and it still appeared even if he closed his eyes.

The movement paused slightly, and the long stick was completely defended in front of him.

A figure approached quietly.

Bang~

Baili Dongjun knocked the man unconscious with the back of his knife.

"Should he be okay?"

Looking at the unconscious guard lying on the ground, Baili Dongjun said with some concern.

In order to make the strike work, he didn't leave much spare strength.

Sikong Changfeng sniffed and touched the place where he was hit.

"It's okay, he just fainted."

Sikong Changfeng chuckled, and Baili Dongjun breathed a sigh of relief.

"It seems that this monk is quite durable."

They came to Xueyue as a guest. If they beat the guards of the pavilion and made them sick, it would be unacceptable.

The two of them went up to the fifteenth floor together.

But it was empty inside, and no one appeared.

"Are they scared?"

Baili Dongjun laughed, causing Sikong Changfeng to roll his eyes.

"What do you think!"

"Hehe, adjust the atmosphere. They are probably waiting for us on the sixteenth floor."

Baili Dongjun's tone suddenly became serious. The last two floors might be difficult to pass.

The two of them were prepared for a hard fight and went up to the sixteenth floor.

Two gray-robed old men were drinking tea leisurely, one of whom they had seen before.

And above their heads, a big hole let in air, and they could see the blue sky.

The elder who had seen the pavilion had a white face and no beard, and his fingers were slender, which were more beautiful than many women's hands.

The other one was burly and had a muscular body, which looked difficult to mess with.

Baili Dongjun swallowed his saliva. Both of them were in the realm of free and easy heaven.

But I don't know which realm they are in.

Seeing the blank expression on the two people's faces, the burly old man sneered.

"I allow you two to attack together, and then I and my two old men will attack together, which is also giving you enough face!"

Hehe~

Baili Dongjun would rather not have this face.

The old man continued to speak, his voice like a bell.

"I am the guardian of the fifteenth floor of the Dengtian Pavilion, Luo Fengzhong!"

"I am the guardian of the sixteenth floor of the Dengtian Pavilion, Luo Nianse."

The other old man put down the teacup and said faintly, with a smile in his eyes.