Chapter 441: Magical Artifact? Magic Artifact?

Yang Tianwen found that it was still very difficult to play this gun. Yang Tianwen had practiced the sword technique. For many weapons, he was undoubtedly the most familiar with swords. However, guns are the most difficult to practice among weapons. If he is a mortal, he would probably spend his whole life studying.

However, it naturally doesn't take Yang Tianwen so long. After all, the realm is here, and with a master of the Dragon Lord level as a trainer, his progress will naturally get faster and faster.

After more than half an hour, Yang Tianwen's shooting skills were finally integrated. Although there were no fancy moves, the guns and guns had a momentum of moving forward.

Yang Tianwen is connected to the spear bloodline, and it is effortless to use it. One shot is dancing and the tip of the spear emits a strange cold light.

Lan Zhengxuan was very depressed. He had reached his level with the strong defense of the Dragon Clan, and it was difficult for the weapons in the Dragon Realm to hurt him. Therefore, ordinary Dragon Venerable masters generally do not have weapons unless they have real magical weapons. However, he was alert and did not dare to touch the cold and cold spear head, although there was no breath on the gun.

Yang Tianwen adapted to the use of the spear, and suddenly felt that this spear was more suitable for him than a sword, because Yang Tianwen liked the special rhythm of the shaking of the gun body, and the gun was like a dragon, bent or straight.

"Ha!" Yang Tianwen was in the mood and shouted loudly. The gun body trembled slightly, and the head of the gun was passed directly from the end of the gun. When it reached the tip of the gun, the rhythm suddenly disappeared, but strangely, about one breath, the space pointed at by the gun tip suddenly shook.

"Oh no!" Lan Zhengyue felt her body suddenly stiffen and her movements slowed down.

At this moment, Yang Tianwen held the gun in one hand and stabbed straight in, and grabbed the other side's door.

But he had also experienced a long battle formation and suddenly burst out ten times his power of dragon essence without hesitation, breaking free from this sense of restraint.

"Brush--" A blood arrow flew away. Yang Tianwen's shock and stabbing without stopping. Lan Zhengyue avoided the fatal blow, but a hole was cut on his arm.

Lan Zhengyue was surprised that the dragon scale armor that had been tempered for millions of years on her body was indestructible and could not stop the attack of the gun. A dangerous signal rang out in Lan Zhengyue's mind.

Yang Tianwen was very happy and finally achieved some success. Although this gun skill was not very successful, he also understood many skills. Yang Tianwen gradually learned that gun skills themselves exist for the sake of guns, and they were used to cooperate with the guns in his hand. However, when real integration of man and guns is achieved, gun skills are the ones used by the guns themselves when attacking the enemy.

Don’t be too obsessed with gun skills, just believe in the gun in your hand.

Suddenly, a strange feeling came from the gun, a strange rhythm, a heartbeat, and a flesh-and-blood-connected touch.

The gun body became darker, and a strange wave spread out from the tip of the gun. Yang Tianwen seemed to be able to see a circle of invisible fluctuations at the tip of the gun, which looked like a vortex.

"Pu" Yang Tianwen made another hole in Lan Zhengyue's body, and he was in power without forgiving others. He held a gun house and followed closely. In an instant, he stabbed a hundred attacks, and then swept across.

Lan Zhengyue was in a mess and avoided blocking, but the sharp spear still left more than a dozen holes on him. Until now, Lan Zhengyue always felt something was wrong in her heart, but she couldn't think of it for a while.

After more than a dozen more holes on his body, Lan Zhengyue suddenly woke up. It was wrong. With his recovery ability, these small wounds could heal within at least ten breaths after being hit, but until now, they still could not heal.

"Do you still have the intention to think about random things?" Yang Tianwen's sarcastic voice sounded. The sky surrounded Lan Zhengyue, "Brush--" There were more than a dozen holes, which made Lan Zhengyue completely awake. Knowing that the weapons in Yang Tianwen's hand were strange, he wanted to run away.

It is not so easy for a dragon master to run away, but it is not so easy to stop him. However, compared with the speed, Yang Tianwen is only faster than him, and it is impossible for Lan Zhengyue to run away without paying a price.

As soon as he had thought, Lan Zhengyue was about to use the dragon clan's inheritance secret technique.

"Boss, be careful, this old guy is going to run away." Xiaobai's voice sounded in Yang Tianwen's soul. Xiaobai did not come out to help, but just reminded him.

After hearing this, Yang Tianwen threw a long spear faster, and he kept pestering his opponent.

At this moment, a dragon-shaped barrier spread out from Lan Zhengyue's body, blocking the spear powers emitted from Yang Tianwen's spear tip.

Immediately afterwards, Lan Zhengyue turned into a dragon shadow and flew away, instantly thousands of miles away. His speed was so fast that Yang Tianwen caught him off guard.

The flash cloud appeared under his feet in thoughts, and a flash disappeared. When it appeared again, it stopped in front of Long Ying. The gun body trembled nine times in a row, and passed through the tip of the gun, and then stabbed directly. The strong true energy was directly poured into the spear. This was also the first time that Yang Tianwen took the initiative to input the true energy since the war started.

At this moment, a suction force came from the gun, and Yang Tianwen felt that the true energy in his body was crazily lost like the Yangtze River entering the sea. In a short while, the true energy of a Qihai disappeared.

Yang Tianwen rested for nearly half a year and had only accumulated more than 30 qi seas, and one of them was cleared. A stream of black, red and blue mixed light gathered at the tip of the spear, and the surrounding star power of the sky within a radius of hundreds of miles was suddenly cleared. The three-color mixed lasers with thumb thickness shot directly at the dragon shadow.

The dragon-shaped barrier was instantly pierced and hit the dragon shadow.

Lan Zhengyue vomited blood and flew backwards, revealing her figure. She was shocked and angry. She roared and turned into her true form. A dark blue dragon that was thousands of meters long hovered in the void. "Damn it, don't bully people too much!"

You can see a blood hole on the back of the dragon's body, which seems to be able to see through. Yang Tianwen was amazed. With such a strong penetration, even the dragon's body was penetrated. Although it was a little heavy, it was powerful.

Yang Tianwen didn't take Lan Zhengyue's roar seriously, but he became serious. The dragon lord in front of him had turned into a dragon shape, which means that its combat power was at least 120% of that of a human shape. If you accidentally deal with it, you may capsize in the gutter. Yang Tianwen dared not underestimate the power of a superior divine beast. Even if this divine beast has not yet become a god and is in the early stage of the dragon lord, you have to deal with it carefully.

Yang Tianwen was cautious and suddenly, the spear changed again, and a slight tremor came. Yang Tianwen was confused, so he could only hold on to the gun body, but the tremor was getting bigger and bigger, faster and faster. A cyclone that could be seen clearly with the naked eye appeared on the tip of the gun.

"What's going on?" Lan Zhengyue roared in fear, roaring Yang Tian asked inexplicably, what's wrong? I haven't attacked yet.

The next second, Yang Tianwen knew where the answer was. "Bor" More than twenty big blood columns suddenly erupted from the dragon. Yes, it was exactly the wounds that Yang Tianwen had left on Lan Zhengyue before. These wounds looked inconspicuous, but now they suddenly burst out. What's even more terrifying is that all the blood that Lan Zhengyue burst out was pulled into the cyclone formed at the tip of the gun.

The wound was gradually expanding, especially the wound pierced by the last laser, as the blood continued to gush, expanding from the thickness of the thumb to the size of the fist. It was incredible that there seemed to be a strange energy constantly eroding the dragon's dragon scales and dragon skin. Thinking about the dragon scales and hard dragon skin that were comparable to the magical artifact could not stop the spread of this power, Yang Tianwen could not help but flash a few doubts.

The dragon's blood, like stream water, was sucked into the cyclone at the tip of the gun, as if a long whale was sucking water.

Yang Tianwen saw the magic gun in his hand that had been unsealed a layer of seal. It is indeed worthy of being a magic weapon of the Tianfu. No wonder the heaven and earth wanted to seal it. Yang Tianwen really had to doubt how this gun was formed and what kind of spiritual objects in heaven and earth have such terrifying power. Is this gun a magic weapon or a magic weapon?

A giant dragon, think about how much blood is there on its body? Yang Tianwen guessed that it should be calculated in terms of tons, right? Lan Zhengyue could clearly see this strange scene and clearly felt the loss of blood in the body, but her body was completely out of control. The blood in the whole body was traction, and she could not escape the current situation at all.

As the blood was lost, Lan Zhengyue roared in horror. Unfortunately, although this place is not far from Shui Lanxing, it is not close, because Yang Tianwen deliberately or unintentionally moved away from Shui Lanxing during the previous fights, and there is only Lan Zhengyue, a dragon master on Shui Lanxing, so it was too late to ask for help.

"No, no, let me go and spare my life." Lan Zhengyue gave up her pride as the dragon clan and compromised with Yang Tianwen under the threat of death.

Yang Tianwen shook his head and sighed: "Why do people in the world always realize regret when things come to an end? There is no medicine for regret in the world. If you commit sins, you will not survive!"

Lan Zhengyue's pair of dragon eyes became increasingly dimmed unwillingly. The blood on her body was almost 100 kilograms per second, and even a giant dragon could not bear it. He was so weak that he could not move, and he had no power to die. He could only watch as he gradually went to death. Millions of years of practice were destroyed by one's life, which was so sad and lamentable!

"You, which clan master are you?" Lan Zhengyue was unwilling to die like this without even knowing the details of her opponent.

Yang Tianwen thought for a while, feeling that Lan Zhengyue's vitality was rapidly losing, so he didn't hide anything and replied bluntly: "Human monks, Wentian lay Buddhists, Yang Tianwen."
Chapter completed!