Around him.

A black gun was inserted there diagonally, without any momentum.

Everyone was dumbfounded!

Gu Han...winned!

A sword cultivator changed to playing with guns on a whim, but he actually won a genius who has been immersed in guns for decades!

What about justice?

What about the law of nature?

"Uncle Jiao predicts things like a god!"

Jiao Qingqing looked emotional.

Jiaocheng:...

His old face twitched, causing a slight pain, the old wounds had not yet returned, and new injuries were added!

"Ahem..."

Wei Jun vomited blood and stared at Gu Han, "Are you...n't you a sword cultivator? How could it be..."

"I am a sword cultivator."

Gu Han said lightly: "I learned the shooting skills from my brothers. I don't have much talent, so I learned the basics!"

"who is he!"

"Yang Ying."

Gu Han thought for a while, "Compared with him, my little marksmanship is not worth mentioning."

Yang Ying!

At this moment, everyone in the field remembered this name and this gun repairman whom he had never seen before!

A little bit of fur can defeat the Wei army.

That real Yang Ying... should be so terrible!

"I don't believe it!"

Wei Jun's heart of Taoism almost collapsed, "How could there be such a strong gun cultivator in the world!"

"You have gun bones."

Gu Han thought for a while, "But he has a gun soul, so you will never understand and you will never see his shadow."

brush!

While talking.

With a move of his hand, his sword rose from the ground and fell into his hand, "You really don't deserve to take a gun!"

brush!

The sword light flashed, and the black gun broke into two pieces in response, and the incision was extremely smooth!

There was a wisp of the Wei army's gun in the black spear, and it was repaired with his life. If the gun was cut off, the human being would naturally be ruined!

"you……"

Feeling that his foundation was destroyed and his cultivation had fallen, Wei Jun looked desperate and said resentful: "I swear, the Wei family will definitely not spare you..."

Gu Han ignored him and raised his sword again.

boom!

boom!

At this moment, two powerful auras approached from far to near, accompanied by two roars.

"Stay someone under the sword!"

puff!

Gu Han seemed to have not heard it, and the long sword fell down instantly and nailed to Wei Jun's eyebrows!

"I shouted wrong!"

The little seedling smoked from his head and sighed, "I should call for someone to keep the gun."

Feng Xi glanced at it with praise and raised the wine pot.
Chapter completed!