When Hua Xiangrong listened to An An's words and began to worry again, the black dragon on the shore had already moved. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info

The three-hundred-pound black iron spear seemed to have turned into a willow branch in his hand, and it was as light as nothing to wield.

He danced lightly, and the air suddenly burst into a whining sound, and the tip of the gun slashed to the ground.

Brush-!

Suddenly, a deep ravine appeared on the ground in front of him.

Jian Chen's face became solemn.

With such a heavy gun, it is impossible to hard-connect.

Although he didn't know what the exact weight of the black iron spear was, he must have two or three hundred catties.

Looking at the black dragon's free appearance, such a weight did not cause any trouble under his strange power.

In other words, if this spear is swung with all its might by the black dragon, its speed will increase its weight to an extremely terrifying level.

The impact force can reach a thousand pounds!

This is already a relatively conservative figure estimated by Jian Chen.

If such a force was smashed on him, not to mention the chaotic internal force, even if he put ten or eight pieces of stainless steel armor on his body, I am afraid that he would have to be torn apart under this blow.

The Xuan Ming Technique can dissolve the internal force, but there is no way to do this attack method of smashing people purely with weight.

Just as An An said, if an extremely heavy object was directly placed in Jian Chen's hands, how could his chaotic internal force dissolve the weight of the thing itself?

As a result, Jian Chen couldn't bear the weight of this thing, and it was a blessing not to be crushed to death.

He was thinking about what to do, but the black dragon wouldn't give him any more time.

The spear slammed to the ground, and the black dragon's eyes the size of copper bells shone fiercely, and he said viciously:

"Boy, if your Black Dragon Grandpa doesn't smash you into meat paste today, you won't want the dragon word!"

The gun was smashed five times, and the first one was smashed - the ground cracked!

Smack!

The black dragon shouted angrily, "Block me!"

As the smoke and dust rose from the sky, his huge body had already flown into the air.

The black iron spear was raised above his head with both hands, and he actually made a knife move, like a beginner's knife technique that almost everyone who makes a knife can use - to split Huashan.

Jian Chen's head bore the brunt, and it had already turned into Huashan at this moment.

As the black iron spear fell, his breathing suddenly became sluggish.

The air around his body was squeezed by the oppressive force generated by this shot in the air, and it made a thudding sound.

With Jian Chen's body as the center, a circle of smoke and dust gathered qi waves rolled out like a stormy wave.

The crowd of people who were watching the battle not far away were suddenly affected by the pond fish, and they were caught off guard and were disgraced by this circle of smoke and dust.

Before the gun arrived, it was already a victory!

Can't stop!

At this moment, Jian Chen mustered up all his strength, and under the pressure of the five smashes of the spear, he seemed to be carrying a thousand catties of heavy burden, and unfolded his body with difficulty, moving to the side inch by inch.

With his skill, he could only move three steps away before the spear was on the verge of death.

Three steps, which can usually be done with only half a breath, has become the distance between life and death at this moment.

It's just that, although he had avoided the front of the black iron spear smashing, Jian Chen didn't have time to breathe a sigh of relief, and suddenly felt that his body sank down violently, and the muscles in his calves suddenly trembled violently, and he almost threw himself forward and fell to the ground.

The black dragon's spear narrowly slashed down from the edge of Jian Chen's shoulder, and this shot finally failed to hit him on the head accurately.

Boom――――――――!

The domineering black iron spear smashed down with a bang just after he moved three steps!

Although the spear of the earth crack missed, the oppression force was even stronger!

Jian Chen's body didn't even have time to take the slightest defensive posture, so in this loud bang, it was blown away by the impact of the violent explosion.

Being in the air, he only had time to make a "hmm", and the right half of his body, which bore the brunt of the impact, was numb.

"Good!"

With the eruption of the black iron spear, the black dragon's tower-heavy body also fell heavily to the ground.

A good word rushed out of his mouth, and he pulled it violently with both hands.

The body of the black iron spear that was deeply smashed on the ground suddenly arched upward, like a spring that had been pressed to the extreme, turning into a phantom, chasing Jian Chen's rushing figure and sweeping away.

The speed of the spear was much higher than that of the air force split.

After the gun was smashed five times, the ground cracked, and the sky collapsed!

Woo---!

The sharp and piercing sound of breaking wind covered his ears painfully, and his head exploded.

"Fool, hide!"

"Be careful, husband!"

On the boat, the two women covered their ears, their faces changed greatly, and they exclaimed in unison.

The sharp sound of the spear breaking through the wind not only made others cover their ears, but also deeply stimulated Jian Chen's already numb nerves.

His scalp was already numb, and a sense of fear that could only exist at a life-and-death moment arose.

Fear not only makes people afraid, but also makes people squeeze out every bit of potential in their bodies at the last moment.

Jian Chen struggled to stabilize his body, which was tumbling by the impact, the right half of his body was numb, and he twisted his left hand with all his might, and pulled out the Qianfeng short stick in an extremely strange posture.

With the speed of the black iron spear at this time, even if he held a thousand blades in his hand, he didn't dare to block it at all.

In a moment of crisis, Jian Chen suddenly used his left hand to make a move to pierce Changhong.

The silver light on Qianfeng flashed, and the Qianfeng silver spear had already bounced out of the end of the stick.

It's just that the target is not a black dragon, let alone a black iron spear.

But...... Ground!

Before his thousand-bladed silver spear could be fully ejected, the silver-white tip of the spear had already pierced the ground.

At the moment when the tip of the gun touched the ground, Jian Chen suddenly took a breath of true qi, and his body suddenly lightened a few points, and with the help of the shock force, his body actually rose a few points higher while flying sideways.

As soon as the Qianfeng Silver Spear came out, the silver-white light instantly bounced back into the stick.

Almost as soon as the silver light dissipated, the black iron spear, which had become a phantom, swept under him.

The body that had finally stabilized was suddenly like a spinning top in the air.

Bang-bang-bang!

The spear swept diagonally into the sky, and the black shadow passed everywhere, and the air was like thunder, bursting out one after another.

Can't let him continue to make moves!

Jian Chen's mind was already spinning a little dizzy, and there was only one thought left.

The black dragon's five smashes of the spear are different from the three killings of Shura.

The three punches of Shura's three killings are to condense all the momentum at once, and then inspire them one punch at a time.

However, this bully gun smashed five times, and it turned out to be from the beginning of the move, and only then did he gather his mind.

One shot came out, but it was too late to recuperate, and the second shot came again.

The power of the previous shot poured into the black iron spear did not dissipate, and the power of the second shot was born from the force.

One shot is stronger than one shot!

Now, the black dragon has only fired a second shot, and God knows how many more shots he can shoot later?

Jian Chen didn't dare to slack off in shock, and as soon as his left hand was released, Qian Feng handed it over to his right hand, which had regained a trace of consciousness.

With a slight flick, there was a sudden clicking sound in the Qianfeng stick.

From the end of the stick, a silver-white light suddenly shot out.

Only this time, the length of the silver mang's pop up, just as it was at the same level as the black end, stopped.

Jian Chen's left hand grasped the silver-white end and twisted rapidly.

The silver and black colors were separated, and in his hands, one silver and one black, each held a short stick.