"Buckru!" Northon squeezed the other man's name between his teeth, and even with his toes, he could think that it was Buckru who had called Robin and kidnapped Leah, and months of hard work had been in vain, and he was furious, and the weapon in his hand was pinked by the firepower.

"Yes, it's me!" Buckru appeared, the wounds on his face had been healed, and he had been patched up with a thick foundation, but the long scar on the left side of his face was still clearly visible, extending from the corner of his mouth to behind his ear, and his angry eyes were full of fanaticism and greed at the sight of the pink weapon.

"You!" The old man straightened up and looked at Bacru in a daze, "Aren't you leaving!" ”

"Old fellow, if you keep hiding in the shadows, I might just leave!" Buckru didn't even look at the old man, and the conversation between the two of them allowed him to understand their situation.

When the enemy meets, he is very red-eyed.

He flashed his cannon and slowly approached Northon.

"As rumored, the Stanley family has weapons of perfect quality!" He smirked and said as he walked, "It seems that the Endless God is fair, and if he slashes me in the face, he will compensate for it with the perfect weapon." ”

"If I knew this was the case, I should have let the Endless God draw a few more lines." Despite the hardships that Northon has made him, Buckloo has absolute confidence in his ability to crush him.

"Old fellow," he stopped as he got closer to Northon, "You're out of gun, don't meddle!" ”

The old man shrugged his shoulders and put on a posture that he didn't care about himself.

"Good." Buckru nodded with satisfaction, pointed the cannon at Northon, and his face sank, "Obediently hand over the weapon and cut yourself?" Or do I blow you to slag and confiscate your weapons? ”

"Lay off your uncle!" Northen yelled and pointed his pistol at Buckru.

If Lia is by his side, his first consideration must be how to escape and protect Liya. But the blind escape also made the resentment in his heart accumulate deeper and deeper, like a mountain pressing on his body and breathless, he didn't want to run anymore, he wanted to vent all this resentment, even if he was broken, he had to fight to the death with Buckru.

"Shh Buckru couldn't hold back, laughed, and then his eyes were cold, "Clown, I will let you see today, your grandfather Bakru's ability!" ”

As soon as the words fell, the python in his hand spewed out a purple bullet comparable to a cannonball, aiming it at Northon's face.

Northon didn't show weakness, using a double headshot, a small automatic pistol, barely spit out a pink bullet of a weak mosquito, and flew towards Buckru.

Buckru burst out laughing, but his laughter froze when two disproportionately sized bullets collided together.

The seemingly weak pink bullet actually pierced the hard shell of the purple bullet, and it detonated immediately after it was submerged in it.

With a thud, both bullets turned to dust, and the explosion shook Northson's ears with a wave of anger that sent him back a few steps before he could gain a foothold.

He looked at the weapon in his hand, and he couldn't imagine that this pistol, with its blessing of firepower, could be so terrifying, allowing him to receive Bakru's attack head-on.

Also surprised were the old man and the opposite Bakru.

Buckru thought that ordinary quality gun skills were enough to balance Northam, but he didn't expect to underestimate the role of the perfect weapon. Staring at the pistol, the greed in his eyes added a little more.

With it, who would dare to say no to me Buckru!

He calculated in his heart, but there was no ambiguity in his hand, he put the hand cannon across his chest, and used the most proud gun skills: three pythons swallowing the wind, excellent quality of primary gun skills.

I saw that the robe on his body was floating without wind due to the surging firepower, and the dust on the ground was sucked to his chest, forming a black vortex that was constantly churning at the muzzle of the hand cannon.

After a while, the whirlpool stopped surging, and his robe hung down, Buckruson stared at Norson slyly, the corners of his mouth raised, and he pulled the trigger, and the hand cannon actually spewed out three bullets in a row, intertwined with each other, forming a faint purple python, and pounced on Northon with its mouth open.

The momentum of the giant python was very strong, and before it got close, Nuosen felt its powerful power, as if in a storm, his clothes were torn and whirring, and his facial features were also blown out of shape.

This is the real gunfight?! He is worthy of being the number one hunter in Desert Earth City!

He sighed in his heart that the python had blocked almost all the lines he could dodge, and he could only rely on his only gun skill to deal with it, and the automatic pistol spat out a small bullet again, stabbing at the python.

In general, the higher the quality of the gun, the more firepower is consumed. Northson's perfect gun skills, the amount of firepower required for a trainee gunsmith, can be called a sea of water, continuous use, the consumption is extremely fast.

Fortunately, he had just finished devouring the demon spirit, and his level had risen to level 8, and he was no longer a level 0 gunsmith who used up his firepower when he casually pulled the trigger when he killed Carl.

But he is too far behind Buckru's strength, even with the blessing of perfect weapons and perfect gun skills, the gap that spans an entire level still can't be bridged.

The arrogant python swallowed the pink bullet into its stomach in one bite, and its body was blown into more than a dozen stumps as the belly exploded like thunder.

The stump did not dissipate, but reconstituted into a new python, and pounced on Northon with its mouth wide open, but it was much smaller and slower.

Noxon wanted to get another double headshot, but the python was already in front of him and had no time to use it, so he hurriedly dodged to the side.

Although the battered python was greatly reduced, it was still a big threat to Northson, and his dodge was almost at the limit of his body, but the python still ripped off a piece of flesh from his shoulder, and disappeared into the scorched dirt behind him, splashing a cloud of blood mist.

The burning pain, the painful Northon gritted his teeth and gasped, and before he had time to deal with the wound, Buckru's 'Three Pythons Swallowing the Wind' struck again, he gritted his teeth, urged the firepower, and continued to respond with double headshots.

In these few rounds, Northon was scarred and most of his firepower was consumed, but Buckru became more and more courageous, showing no signs of running out of firepower, and seeing Northon showing fatigue, he laughed even more arrogantly, and the frequency of his gun skills was a little faster.

But Norson complained again and again in his heart, if he continued like this, it would not be long before he ran out of firepower and died tragically under Buckru's cannons.

He hurriedly urged the spear spirit, trying to absorb some energy from the surrounding air to replenish the firepower, but although the spear spirit had been upgraded to a white three-star and the refining speed had improved, it was still unable to make ends meet.

He tried to get rid of Buckru's attack, but the other party didn't give him the slightest respite, so he could only run for his life.

The desperate fight between Northon and Buckru made the old man on the side shake his head, and finally couldn't help but sneer: "Young man, you have a hard fight with him, I don't think you are taking revenge, you are purely looking for death." ”

"He's already better than me, how can I win him without all my strength!" Northon panted, and replied anxiously between dodges.

"If you want to win your opponent, you never rely on brute force, you have to use your brain." The old man sighed and said, "Hey! For the sake of the 'old stubborn' face, I will reluctantly teach you a way to defeat the strong with the weak. ”