Jian Thirty Dao: What bullshit capital do you have, don't you just have a few broken guns, do you think it's great to have a few broken guns? Tell you, I still have a way to deal with these broken copper and iron of yours. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ

Gan Ning pouted and said: Really?

Jian Thirty looked at the white light clothes that fell to the ground, and then looked at Gan Ning, who looked arrogant and had no one in his eyes, sneered, and said lightly: Actually, when you were fighting, your flying knife could have been done without fail, and it was a preemptive strike, but when facing him, you were still afraid, because you suddenly lost confidence in your flying knife, do you know why?

Gan Ning looked at him and didn't speak.

Didn't speak, just waited for his explanation.

Waiting for the explanation, it shows that Jian Thirty did say his psychology.

When facing Bai Qingyi, he really lost confidence in his flying knife.

He was worried.

It's been a long time since he's met a real opponent.

Although he had gained great confidence from defeating Sword Thirty, the young man in white in front of him was different from Sword Thirty.

When Jian Thirty struck, he was a little submissive - if he could get by, he could get by, as long as he didn't hurt the innocent, even if he was injured, it didn't matter.

Therefore, in the Feixian Building, Gan Ning could take him down so easily, because at that time he had concerns, and his concerns were Father Qi.

That's why he was restricted.

However, the young man in white in front of him was different.

The young man in white has only one belief in his head, and that is to win.

As long as you win, you can do whatever it takes.

This is very similar to his Gan Ning.

It was precisely because of this that he was the same as him that he knew the horror of this kind of person, so when facing the young man in white, he suddenly lost confidence in his flying knife.

If he didn't have a musket in his hand, then he would have died under the sword of the young man in white.

Although he had defeated the young man in white, he was still afraid.

Jian Thirty smiled and said, "It's because you rely too much on your musket that you're afraid." When a person relies too much on one thing, he will alienate himself from what is already familiar, so when facing the sword of Bai Qingyi, you suddenly lose confidence in your flying knife, right?

Gan Ning stopped talking.

If you don't speak, you just acquiesce.

He had to admit that Sword Thirty had a point.

He looked at the white light clothes that fell to the ground, and then, he looked at Jian Thirty, sneered, and said: Although you are a little arrogant, but you still have two brushes, that's right, when I was playing against this kid just now, I did suddenly lose confidence, but, probably you have forgotten, when I have a musket in my hand, I suddenly have confidence in my flying knife, especially at the moment of life and death, when my musket hit him, I suddenly became more confident, so I shot him down with a knife。 This is what you lose, and what you gain. Probably this is what you didn't expect, you so-called old rivers and lakes have always been so stubborn, don't know how to be flexible, and think that your martial arts are high, so you look down on us who use hidden weapons. However, I admire you, for no one has ever been able to escape from my musket or deceive me, but you have done both, so you are a wise man. I like to fight with smart people, because smart people have smart people's fighting methods, because there is a sense of accomplishment in fighting with smart people. But do you know what I'm going to do against you, a clever man, I can't guess, but let me tell you the way to deal with you, a clever man who has come up with a way to deal with me with a musket, and that is to use a lot of muskets.

As soon as he finished speaking, he patted lightly, and saw dozens of thugs with muskets suddenly pouring out of the forest, aiming their guns at Sword Thirty.

This is definitely a group of well-trained musketeers.

If they were to fight the head of the sword, then there would definitely not be a hole in his chest.

If they were to smash Sword Thirty's chest into a sieve, then Sword Thirty's head would not have a small hole.

With so many well-trained musketeers, Sword Thirty is a vulture, and it is difficult to fly away.

Gan Ning sneered and said: I know that your sword thirty is a famous swordsman in the rivers and lakes, with good light skills, fast shots, and unpredictable ghosts, but I don't believe that so many muskets can't kill you? Of course, maybe in the case that your injuries have been fully recovered, you can get away with your superb light skills, but it's a pity, your current skills have only recovered less than three percent, and you have become a cripple, if you can still dodge, then you will become a fairy, a pity, it's a pity, it's a pity that you are not a fairy. Even if you can deal with this gun in my hand, but how can I think you can deal with so many guns behind me?

Jian Thirty touched the scar on his neck and said lightly: I'm sorry, I didn't go to school, and my arithmetic is also very poor, so I can't answer your question.

Gan Ning "hummed", raised the gun in his hand, aimed it at his head, and said coldly: You are all dying, and you are still so calm?

Jian Thirty Dao: I'm not calm, I'm used to it, I've seen this scene more than once since I broke into the rivers and lakes, so it's no wonder. I've always been blessed with a great life, and I can't die at all. Besides, I came prepared.

Hearing this, Gan Ning seemed to be expecting it, and as if it was unexpected, he sneered and said lightly: Oh, is it?

Jian Thirty shrugged his brows at him, smiled, and said: Although everyone thinks that I am a hero, a hero will definitely accept the challenge of others, go to the meeting alone, if someone helps, it will damage the reputation of my hero, but they don't know that I am the most unchivalrous hero, so there will be an exception, do you want to know, who did I invite to help?

Gan Ning's mouth was as twisted as a twist, and he said coldly: Everyone knows that your sword thirty and the heroic horse face have always been inseparable, Meng is not defocused, and your helper will have no one else except for the one who is known as the invincible hand in stealing the world and has never missed a hand. I've long since gotten a tip-off that that sworn hero of yours, Ma Mian, had come to Seven Killings a few days ago. If he hadn't been making trouble in the dark last time, do you think you would have escaped from our dungeon so easily? Hmph, that bastard, if you steal something, you steal it, he still defecates in our kitchen, so I don't have the appetite to eat now, if I catch him, I'm going to break him to pieces, it's not a fucking thing.

Hearing this, Jian Thirty immediately laughed and said: It makes sense, it makes sense, this guy Ma Mian does have a bit of a problem in terms of being a person, but it is undeniable that Ma Mian is a very good friend. You're right, Ma Mian had arrived three days ago, but you only guessed half right, Ma Mian didn't come to the top of the mountain to help me save people this time, but--do you know where he's gone now, I don't know, hmph, it's going to scare you a lot, he went to the Brothers' Gang, believe it or not? Ma Mian is just a thief, but I can assure you that he definitely didn't steal anything this time, you really don't know what he's going to do?