Chapter 418

Panlong eight guns, as the name suggests, there are eight ways to play, smashing and provoking, entering the ring and falling, there are eight strokes such as the green dragon flicking the tail, the black dragon slapping the water, and the white cloud entering the dragon.

Each of the eight moves has its own characteristics, which is complex and profound, and at the same time requires the user to have great strength. To put it simply, it is not only necessary to have developed limbs, but also to develop the mind.

The founding emperor of the empire is known as the martial emperor of the world, of course, this is his own name. Once a person becomes an emperor, he will take all the good things on himself, and he also calls himself: Supreme Ming Shengde Wuwen Ji......

The full name has a total of 24 characters, and every year when worshipping the sky, Emperor Ming has to memorize it for several days before he can memorize it.

In the mouths of his opponents, he is often referred to as "Li Manzi".

The word brute first shows that he is not very reasonable, and it also shows that this person has a lot of energy.

In fact, Li Manzi not only has great strength, but also has a very good brain, and the coiling dragon spear can exert the greatest power in his hands. However, a hundred years have passed, and there has never been a person as talented as Li Manzi in the Li family. Today, Emperor Ming is the only person in the Li family who has mastered the eight fighting styles of the Panlong Spear, and as for the others, most of them can only master one or two.

Today is the showdown between the Li family gun and the Lin family gun.

Lin Shaoyu knew that he underestimated Emperor Ming, but he didn't expect this old man to have such combat effectiveness. But that's all, he is old after all, he may have been strong, but this world is no longer his stage.

Lin Shaoyu advanced and attacked, holding the gun with both hands, exerting force with his left arm, and the gun went to the wrist of Emperor Ming.

Clang!

Emperor Ming's gun lightly smashed on Lin Shaoyu's gun, and Lin Shaoyu was transferred elsewhere with all his strength.

Lin Shaoyu was stunned, couldn't retract his strength, and took a few steps forward. Busy stabilizing his body, but seeing that Emperor Ming was still in a defensive posture, he was like a toad squatting on the ground, sitting still, and only when the insect passed by, he spit out his long tongue.

The eyes were hidden in the wrinkled face, the bottom of the eyes was clear, the pupils were condensed, and the eyes seemed to say:

Even though you're young, the real battle isn't something like you that a yellow-haired kid understands.

Lin Shaoyu took a deep breath, calmed his mood, and also looked for Emperor Ming's weakness. Then he suddenly jumped forward, approached Emperor Ming, and stabbed Emperor Ming in the knee with a shot.

Compared with reaction and speed, Emperor Ming is definitely not comparable to Lin Shaoyu.

Clang!

Emperor Ming threw out another shot, following Lin Shaoyu's spear momentum and picking him aside, and at this time, Emperor Ming and Lin Shaoyu distanced themselves.

At this time, Lin Shaoyu was incredulous, and at the same time shocked. He underestimated Emperor Ming, Emperor Ming was stronger than he expected, and he had to rejudge Emperor Ming's strength. He may really have the strength to match himself, and even have a chance to beat himself.

No matter how he attacked, Emperor Ming could pick it up with the gun, he held the gun in both hands, one in front of the other, hunched over, just waiting for Lin Shaoyu to make a move.

The seventh hit of the coiling dragon gun: the finishing touch.

The so-called finishing touch, not attacking, defending, not moving, lies in static, and pays attention to static braking. The key is not in the speed of the shot, but in the eyesight. It is necessary to judge the opponent's weakness before the opponent makes a move, and attack the opponent's weakness when he makes a move.

At the beginning, Li Manzi mastered eight kinds of plays, but the finishing touch was the weakest, because his temperament was also wide open and close, and this kind of small effort really did not match his temperament.

Similarly, the finishing touch is not Emperor Ming's strongest way of playing, but helplessly, he is old and weak, and other powerful playing styles such as the green dragon flicking the tail and the black dragon slapping the water can no longer be used.

Lin Shaoyu was indeed a little impetuous, he had already attacked seven shots in a row, and the guns were blocked by Emperor Ming. In the process, he even sold a flaw, wanting to lure Emperor Ming to make a move.

Emperor Ming was not fooled.

The more frustrated he was, the more he aroused Lin Shaoyu's fighting spirit. He must use his speed to break Emperor Ming's finishing touch.

But he forgot one thing, the finishing touch is not about speed, but about eyesight. Emperor Ming knows the dragon gun, but also understands the Lin family gun, when he was a teenager, he and Lin Wentian together to learn, even if he ascended the throne and became the emperor, everything is busy, and the two old friends often get together to learn marksmanship.

The moon is quiet and fragrant, dancing to the moon, regardless of the monarch and ministers, only talking about the past, but it is a happy thing in life.

At this moment and that moment, how similar it is, except that it is no longer Lin Wentian who is facing him, but Lin Shaoyu. Today is not an old friend competition, but a life-and-death struggle.

Fight for the world with life and death.

Lin Shaoyu's brows were furrowed, and a drop of cold sweat was dripping from the corner of his eyes, he had to admit that Emperor Ming had no flaws at this moment.

Is it really impossible to break through this finishing touch?

In a trance, Lin Shaoyu remembered the beginning and seemed to have seen this scene. He was very young, very small, probably only about six or seven years old. One evening, Emperor Ming and his father were shooting in the garden, Emperor Ming used the finishing touch, and his father used the Lin family to attack.

That evening, my father tried his best, but he couldn't break through Emperor Ming's gun. I was not convinced, and asked my father after Emperor Ming left: Could it be that our Lin family's wave-breaking gun is really not better than the Li family's dragon gun.

I remember that my father, who was still depressed, stroked his beard and laughed, and said to himself: How can a courtier win over a king, and if you can win some things, you don't want to win, as for the finishing touch...... Haha, it's not hard to break......

I remember when I was young, I couldn't understand my father's words, why I could win but didn't win. But I remember the way to break the finishing touch.

Thinking of this, Lin Shaoyu burst into tears. The finishing touch is not unbreakable, about breaking the law my father once told me personally, and I still remember.

"Daddy, your revenge is avenged today."

Lin Shaoyu looked up to the sky, let tears welled up in his mouth, a faint salty taste, and he returned to the past in a trance.

The man was gone, but his words remained in his heart. I didn't feel it for more than a few years, and I didn't feel that his words were useless, but one day, you will remember his words. Today, I will avenge him with the method he taught.

Lin Shaoyu handed out a shot, horizontal and vertical, dignified, the most common move in the wave breaking spear, and it was also the strongest move.

Seven stacks of waves.

Instilling the strength of the whole body at one point, condensing the seven strengths into one strength, blooming at the tip of the spear.

This is not too complicated trick, there are a hundred marksmanship in the world, and about ninety-nine are written with this sentence. However, it is one thing to know, and it is another thing to be able to do it, and it just so happens that Lin Shaoyu can do it.

Seven shots turned into one, one shot stabbed out, stabbing through the heavens and the earth.

Emperor Ming hit the opponent's gun with the barrel of the gun, wanting to take advantage of the situation to pick it up and put the finishing touch, and he did have the ability to dial a thousand catties in four or two. However, what if the other party's strength is not a thousand catties, but a thousand catties.

Four taels of poop will not be able to move.

Destroying and decaying, penetrating layers of blocking, this shot stabbed into the heart.

(End of chapter)