Chapter 159: Pressure

Chi Shitian did not do anything to the Netherworld people. On the contrary, they also let them watch this imperial competition. To be precise, they had to watch it before they could leave the Bharat. Chi Shitian wanted them to understand the strength of the Bharat. Sometimes what the enemy said inside was much more effective than their propaganda. Although the Netherworld people were difficult to deal with, unfortunately these people always believed in martial arts in their bones, and it was precisely because of this that they could be played with by Chi Shitian.

The underworld people didn't know what medicine was sold in the Thunder Emperor's gourd, but there was no way, and they had to watch it even if they didn't want to. In fact, at this point, they really wanted to know the strength of the new generation of the Brahmins. As long as they took it back, the Ming King should forgive them. This time they were beaten by Ye Zhantian was really shameless. Xiao Ming King's injuries were not very serious. It can be seen that Ye Zhantian showed mercy. Fighting at the same level can also control the strength of the power, proving that Ye Zhantian is really superior. As a warrior, life and death are life and death. Even if Xiao Ming King was beaten to death, there was nothing to say, but this situation is more uncomfortable than death. Living is a shame.

The underworld sat in a corner, and they felt that they had been ignored, and the Brahmins were not afraid of them at all.

When they let go of their arrogance and calmed down to observe their opponents, they realized that the current Brahmins are no longer the past. Their strength has improved universally. More than ten years have passed. Obviously, the Brahmins have changed and become terrible. In the past, those Brahmins who loved art and were full of humble mouths all day long have become combative hungry wolves. Look at this huge arena, if it were the stage for literary and artistic performances in the past, but now these people are shouting wildly. This power makes the underworld feel pressure and... timid.

This feeling has never been seen before, never.

The skills displayed by Cangmang made them see the progress of the Brahmin. There were many geniuses, not only Ye Zhantian, not only Yasha tribe, but also the improvement of the whole!

Chi Shitian was very satisfied with the expressions of these people and was low-key. As a ruler, he had to show the strength of the country at any time so that he could deter the enemy. The strong always had the final say between countries.

This is completely opposite to the previous Bharat rulers. In the past, they always advocated the idea of ​​conquering people with virtue, using culture to understand, and even hiding their strength, which would only make the enemy more arrogant.

To deal with the underworld, you must be more cruel, crazy and poisonous than them!

Cangmang took action, and the effect of taking action again was indeed different from before. It was already difficult for Die Qiansuo to defend with a spiritual gun. Now Cangmang is unstoppable, and he is oppressing Die Qiansuo one by one, and it is possible that a single shot will make you feel cold at any time.

Yue'er was frightened to see it. Yue'er was also confused about Aso's fighting style, but she really felt that she was not a combat-type. Even though she knew Aso's strength, she still couldn't help but worry. When she looked at An Dini, her eyes were calm. Yue'er sometimes felt a little ashamed and always felt that she couldn't help, but she would pray silently.

Faced with such a vast attack, Aso knew that this could not continue. His success induction had already allowed his opponent to achieve his ultimate. Now is the time to gain.

Suddenly, the Rakshasa Technique was activated, the spiritual power appeared, and the two consecutive heavy guns began to attack.

"It seems a bit late to remember now!" Mankuang said a little gloatingly. Compared to the Yishe tribe, he prefers the Tianqi team, after all, it is the same level. This Butterfly Qiansuo is indeed so strong that it makes people feel uncomfortable, and his style of doing things is even more unpleasant.

"He is leading the battle!"

"Lead the battle?"

"Cold blood, tell them."

"This person only used two combat styles at this conference. One is a worthless opponent and killed directly without giving any chance. The other is a valuable opponent, which replicates the opponent's abilities and then kills them. In order to see through the opponent's strong strength, he will deliberately cooperate with the opponent's attack rhythm." Cold-blooded and cold breathed a lot of words.

"Hmph, it's just a guy who can pick up people's wisdom. This kind of learning and selling is of no value at all!"

No one commented on this because this was everyone's idea. Even Ye Zhantian didn't understand what Die Qiansuo wanted to do.

In the past two years, many things have happened to him and his people have changed a lot. It seems that Die Qiansuo is not idle either, but this is better, otherwise it would not be worth his expectations so much!

Butterfly Qiansuo, who used the Rakshasa Technique, still couldn't take any advantage in spiritual power. On the contrary, Cangmang became more and more crazy as he fought. It can be seen that this move was not as vulnerable as people imagined. Most people think that Cangmang should attack in order to gain enough advantage in this state, but in fact, Cangmang's attack rhythm was not at all confusing, and maintained coherent oppression.

He did not give Die Qiansuo any chance, and because of this, even if he used Rakshasa, Aso still could not change the passive situation.

It can be seen that Zhan Hu and Fei Xintian were both very inspiring, and their eyes were also flashing. When they reached their level, they were actually just a slight difference, which was broken at a glance. Of course, it did not mean that the two of them also had to go this path, but they could have more insights and learn from one example and apply it to others is one of the most terrifying abilities of human beings.

What was the inspiration of Butterfly Qiansuo?

The vast soul fighting gun has been used to make people excited, with its power, momentum, and even a sense of beauty. The descendant of the Gun King can only be described as a good reputation.

If the tyrant doesn't give out anything, the battle will probably end directly.

The third-rate gun butterfly, who was completely passive, shot out with one shot without any signs, and was extremely agile.

There was no huge momentum of the soul fighting gun at all, but just one shot, like shattering the void, broke through the vast blockades in one go.

Spirituality!

Gun soul!

The more crazy the gun, the better the more fierce the gun, but this kind of crazy spirit does not mean that it depends on the surging spiritual power to suppress it. It is just the surface. Cangmang has seen a real soul fighting gun. The master has used it. The style of that gun is still fresh in his memory. He participated in this competition to make breakthroughs under the pressure of young masters. Even if it is just a little progress, he really longed for such a state.

A lively shot!

But until now, he still made no progress, but he saw the same shot from another person.

The essence of gun technique!

The master once said that he was born with a gun, and it was already three years earlier than the master in his current state of controlling guns. This is a terrifying record. The master is often proud of this, thinking that he can definitely surpass him, and Cangmang never underestimates himself for his confidence in gun art. There must be someone who is better than him, but in his understanding of gun technique, no one can surpass him, including Fei Xintian and Zhanhu!

But with one shot, a person who had only fought with him for a while, was obviously a rookie just now. Not to mention using a gun, he was simply a stick, but now he has tried his best to reach the realm he desperately wants to reach.

This stimulus and blow is indescribable.

A random shot made the advantages accumulated by Cangmang for a long time disappear. People saw Cangmang standing there in a dull manner, his spiritual power was very chaotic, and even his state began to become unstable. It was obviously because he was greatly stimulated by his spirit.

The shot just now did not cause any harm at all?

People don’t understand how such a soft shot can create such a great confusion for Cangmang.

The people from the Tianqi team looked at each other, and Yan Zhong was speechless. They had never seen geniuses, but they had never seen geniuses to this level. Such people should not exist at all.

The spiritual power gun was spinning in Butterfly Qiansuo's hand, so natural and smooth, without any bursting energy, and it didn't look like using a gun at all. But in an instant, the spiritual power gun took action, like a calm sea suddenly swelling.

This is a gun. If it doesn’t move, it will dominate the world.

This is Butterfly Qiansuo's understanding of the gun. Only by using this power can he feel it from Cangmang. Although Fei Xintian and Zhan Hu also use guns, they emphasize the Heavenly King Needle technique, and they think about how to use guns to maximize their skills.

Cangmang is just the opposite. His life and his attacks only have a gun.

Faced with this shot, Cangmang was stunned. As a warrior, such hesitation during the battle was fatal.

Many supporters of the Tianqi team were stunned. Almost everyone thought that the tyrant had used the secret technique again!

Otherwise, how could a top expert be stunned in the battle?

However, those who have fought with Die Qiansuo have a deep understanding of it. Perhaps Ye Zhantian and Fei Xintian all understand the vastness of the present. They devote all their dreams to struggle for it and are destroyed by their opponents in an instant. That kind of despair is bone-breaking, and that kind of blow is really more painful than death.

The spiritual gun came to an abrupt end, but Butterfly Qiansuo took back the attack. He stood there quietly like he shouldn't have taken this opportunity to attack. He could give Cang's time. From this person, he drew what he needed, so he gave him a certain reward.

Obviously, it was at its most dangerous moment, and many viewers sighed. The shot was shot and the game was over.

"A tyrant is a tyrant. Not to mention anything else, it is enough to be admired by this kind of grandeur. It seems that the Cangmang player has encountered a problem."

"Player Die Qiansuo is really a desperate existence for his opponent. Even the disciples of the Eight Strange People may not be able to escape this disaster."

Cangmang clearly watched the shot arrive, but he couldn't move. Was he defeated like this?

The opponent is so strong!

"Cangmang, this is your partner. From now on, you will be one. If the gun is there, the gun will be cut off and the gun will be killed." The gun Wang Liefeng said to the disciple who was only five years old. This kid is not as tall as the gun, and he is even more ignorant of the master's words.

"Master, this stick is so interesting. Why is there an iron piece tied to one end? It's so ugly?" Cangmang touched it carefully and asked curiously.

The Gun King also has a headache about such a problem. Children are really... troublesome.

"Hold it, infusing your spiritual power, and see how it feels?"
Chapter completed!