Zhao Hong hesitated, but finally agreed to Yang Yansi's invitation.

There is no other reason, see the hunting heart.

When Zhao Hong took the stage, he was not in a hurry to start a war, but praised Yang Yansi first.

"You have such a handsome marksmanship, which has never been seen in a young man of your age. It's itchy for a while, so it's okay to have a discussion with you. ”

Yang Yansi raised his gun and clenched his fists.

"Please!"

Zhao Hong raised his foot and hooked a big gun from the weapon rack.

"Please!"

After the salutes were given, the guns were fired almost simultaneously.

"Medium Flat Gun!"

It seems that it was made in advance, and both of them used their mid-level guns.

There are no cumbersome tricks and moves, and some are just duels based on marksmanship.

"It's time ~"

Zhao Hong's spear skills are obviously superior.

The gun that Yang Yansi stabbed out did not hurt Zhao Hong in the slightest, but the gun in Zhao Hong's hand cut through Yang Yansi's clothes.

"Awesome!"

Yang Yansi sighed and continued to shoot.

The same Zhongping gun, but this time the angle of the stab was more tricky, stabbing straight at Zhao Hong's armpit.

Zhao Hong fought back, and the moves he used were the same as those of Yang Yansi.

"It's time ~"

There was another sound of clothes cracking, and there was a big hole in the clothes under Yang Yansi's armpits.

"Come again!"

The two of them fought gun-to-gun, head-to-head, with no retreat or superfluous moves, just relying on the word 'thorn' in the move.

In a blink of an eye, ten moves have passed.

Zhao Hong was unscathed, but Yang Yansi had ten more big holes in his clothes.

Yang Yansi had a feeling of being pressed and beaten by Zhao Hong, and it seemed that Zhao Hong could see his intention to shoot every time.

He will avoid it early and fight back.

In this regard, Yang Yansi not only did not feel fear or fear, but had a feeling of eagerness to try.

Yang Yansi couldn't figure out why he had a strong desire to fight in his heart.

In the end, he could only attribute this to the warlike genes that had been passed down in his body.

"Go on!"

Shooting again, Yang Yansi is no longer confined to the simple foundation of gunmanship.

"Kill!"

The body of the gun shook, like a green dragon, soaring upward, with an unstoppable momentum, attacking Zhao Hong.

Zhao Hong's eyes lit up.

"Good marksmanship!"

Facing Yang Yansi's strong blow, Zhao Hong not only did not dodge, but instead faced it head-on.

"Shock!"

Zhao Hong took out the gun, the body of the gun shook, and Yang Yansi struck a swift blow.

"Bang~"

After receiving a blow from Yang Yansi, the big gun in Zhao Hong's hand trembled slightly in his hand, and he felt a feeling of paralysis in his palm.

"You kid has a lot of strength."

"Shoot me."

Zhao Hong and Yang Yansi had a hard time and suffered a loss in strength.

After all, Zhao Hong is a master of gunnery, and in an instant, he began to attack, forcing Yang Yansi to defend passively, and not giving Yang Yansi a chance to exert his strength advantage at all.

The two of them were fighting back and forth on the stage, and the people watching the audience were overwhelmed.

The people who came to the stage to fight against Yang Yansi just now finally realized the gap between themselves and Yang Yansi.

It turned out that Yang Yansi had not gone all out to fight them before.

The two on the stage fought for dozens of moves.

Yang Yansi had the lesson of being pierced just now, and when he played against Zhao Hong, he strictly guarded and did not give Zhao Hong a chance to hurt himself at all.

The end of this was that he was forced to the edge of the ring by Zhao Hong.

"Why is he always able to predict the direction of my move?!"

Yang Yansi's heart shook, and this sentence kept appearing in his heart.

"There are flaws~"

At the moment when Yang Yansi lost his mind, Zhao Hong saw the opportunity, swept a shot, and smashed it on Yang Yansi's arm.

"Bang!"

Yang Yansi suffered a heavy blow, and let out a low roar from his mouth.

"Roar!"

The hot pain stimulated Yang Yansi's nerves.

Zhao Hong's offensive continued unabated, and he didn't give Yang Yansi a chance to come back to his senses at all, and the fierce offensive slashed down his head and face.

Spear flowers appeared in front of Yang Yansi's eyes.

Yang Yansi felt dazzled, and the big gun in his hand was a little overwhelmed.

"呲~"

……

"呲呲~"

……

"呲~"

……

"Ahhh~"

Zhao Hong's swift offensive caused wounds one after another on Yang Yansi's body.

The robe on Yang Yansi's body has been cut into pieces by Zhao Hong.

There were also signs of cracking on the profane clothes.

In the place where the profane clothes were torn, blood frequently seeped out, staining the obscene clothes red.

The more Zhao Hong fought, the more fierce the offensive became.

The wounds on Yang Yansi's body are also increasing one after another.

In the audience, the people clenched their fists nervously, and they didn't dare to gasp.

Mu Qing frequently punched Yang Yanzhao beside him with his fists.

"Your seventh brother is injured......"

"Your seventh brother can't bear it......"

“……”

"Why doesn't he admit defeat, he doesn't have to be beaten if he admits defeat."

"If you are unwilling, you can go back and continue to practice martial arts, and take revenge next time!"

"You have a ...... say?"

Yang Yanzhao's face was gloomy, and every time there was an extra wound on Yang Yansi's body in the ring, Yang Yanzhao felt that he had also been scratched in his heart.

He knew why Yang Yansi was holding on so desperately.

It's all about his marriage.

"Maybe, he thinks, hold on a little longer, and after I come to power, I will win......"

Yang Yanzhao said bitterly.

In fact, Yang Yansi in the ring didn't think so.

At this moment, he had only one thought in his heart.

Why?

Why would Zhao Hong see through every one of his attacks?

Is he not fast enough, or is his martial arts not good enough?

"Bang Bang Bang~"

Big guns are colliding.

Yang Yansi didn't seem to hear the sound of the big guns colliding.

The clothes are being punctured.

Yang Yansi didn't seem to feel the cold wind blowing in through the remnants of his clothes.

……

Gradually, the dirty clothes on Yang Yansi's body were also cut into pieces and scattered on the ground.

On his forehead, he was sweating profusely.

His breathing became rapid.

Repression!

Zhao Hong's marksmanship made him feel depressed, the black crowd under the stage made him feel depressed, and even the air around him made him feel depressed......

Under the strong repression, he wanted to resist, wanted to resist desperately, and wanted to destroy everything.

However, he felt that his strength was not enough.

Zhao Hong's marksmanship tied him tightly and airtightly, not giving him a chance to breathe at all.

"Roar~"

Yang Yansi let out a low roar in his throat.

He felt the blood in his body flowing rapidly, boiling and burning.

Suddenly, he had an urge to destroy everything, to break all shackles.

This impulse is constantly brewing.

But after brewing for a long time, I couldn't find a chance to break out.

Perhaps, he needed an opportunity.

An opportunity for him to explode.

Under the stage, looking at Yang Yansi, who had almost been divided into a blood gourd, the people of Bianjing City were distressed, Yang Yanzhao was also distressed, and Mu Qing also felt a little sadness in his heart.

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