The spear is eight feet long, with a golden tip and a wooden handle. .
When you move your wrist slightly, the stars are dotted, the silver light twinkles, and the water is splashed but cannot enter.
When Chen Yifan taught Ouyang Ming his spear skills, he just wanted to confirm his reputation as a teacher. But after Ou Yangming received the teaching of marksmanship, he felt like he had found a treasure. Whenever he had free time, he would practice with a gun.
Speaking of which, this marksmanship was the first set of martial arts he learned.
Before that, the boxing and sword skills were just fighting skills in the military, which were far from being comparable to the thunderous marksmanship.
Although Ouyang Ming has not been practicing marksmanship for a long time, he has already mastered its essence because of his two realms of unity between man and nature and meticulousness.
At this time, the spears flew away with overwhelming power.
"Huh?"
Chen Fenggong was slightly startled, and a look of surprise flashed across his face. His body swayed slightly, like a leaf floating on the water. No matter how strong the gun was, it could not be overturned.
Ouyang Ming shouted softly, and the tip of the spear suddenly trembled, and the force of the spear like a violent storm instantly became as delicate as silk.
In this short moment, although his marksmanship remained unchanged, he displayed two completely different artistic conceptions.
Taking a step back, Wu Guotu, who had already stood firm and wanted to kill again, paused. He seemed to have remembered something, and the expression on his face was quite strange. But he no longer had any intention of rushing up to fight with Chen Fenggong.
Chen Fenggong snorted coldly, stretched out his finger, and flicked the tip of the gun as fast as lightning.
The huge amount of true energy surged out and was about to pass through the spear and hit Ouyang Ming directly.
The corners of Ouyang Ming's eyes twitched slightly. Before Chen Fengzong made a move, Ou Yangming's meticulous state had already made him sense the strange changes around him.
Whether it was the flow of breath or the subtle movements of the muscles under the clothes, he was observing them.
His eyes flickered slightly, Ouyang Ming's wrist flicked again, and the spear unexpectedly rolled up in an incredible way. What was rolled back was not just the gun body, but Chen Fenggong's original surging true energy.
Use your strength to fight!
This is an extremely important part of Chen Yifan's marksmanship.
A spear is powerful and heavy. If it is wielded by its own strength alone, the consumption will be far greater than that of a sword. Therefore, a good marksman must be good at borrowing force to fight, or borrowing the momentum of the spear, or borrowing the strength of others.
However, it is not easy to achieve this. If you don't have enough time to understand it, it will be extremely difficult to grasp its essence.
Although Ouyang Ming had some understanding of this when he practiced before, he would still be deceiving himself and others to say how thorough he was.
However, at this moment, under the powerful enemy's killing move, his spirit was clear and transparent, allowing him to see all the detailed changes.
Feeling the surging energy from the spear, he subconsciously performed this move.
And just after this move was released from his hand, the gauze that had been covering his face seemed to be lifted, as if he was a self-taught master, allowing him to gain a deeper understanding of marksmanship.
"Okay!" Chen Fengchong shouted, his eyes were shining, as if he had seen something interesting, and even his expression was different.
Another point was made, and it landed on the tail of the spear. The spear suddenly bounced up in mid-air and shot away in the opposite direction.
Ouyang Ming was shocked. This Chen Fenggong was indeed the ancestor of the Jidao. He was extremely knowledgeable and seemed to have a deep understanding of marksmanship. The timing of this push was just right, and it actually used a method similar to using force to make the power in the gun even stronger.
However, for Ouyang Ming, who had already gained some understanding, such a duel could no longer embarrass him.
Especially with the blessing of a meticulous realm, he easily judged several key points of the power of this gun.
Stretch out your palm and move it in the opposite direction along the body of the gun. It seems that the palm of the hand is moving up against the gun body, but in fact it exerts a force influence on certain points. So, at the next moment, the spear turned around again and slashed towards Chen Fenggong.
This time, the power contained in the spear became even more terrifying after their back-and-forth blessing. Even Chen Fengchong himself did not dare to ignore it.
However, at this time, there was a hint of appreciation flashing in his eyes, especially the fierce murderous aura in his body, which had disappeared.
"Okay, I want to see how many rounds you can survive!"
Chen Fenggong gave a soft drink, and with a push and pull of his palm, the spear spun in circles and flew towards Ouyang Ming with a shrill sound of wind.
Ouyang Ming also stood frozen on the spot. Seeing the spear turning around, he quickly took out his palm and flicked it several times on different parts of the spear. So, the spear followed the trend, circled around him, and flew back in the opposite direction.
Chen Fenggong struck with his palm, and every move he made was vigorous and powerful, and he pushed back the spear. But Ouyang Ming was not to be outdone. Although he was not able to knock the spear away with one palm, he could judge every weak point in the spear.
Use the weak to overcome the strong. If you hit harder, you can also use your strength to gain strength.
Just like that, this unfortunate spear flew back and forth between the two of them, and the whistling sound gradually increased, and it turned out to be deafening.
Wu Guotu had already led the crowd to retreat far away. He looked at the flying spear with extremely complicated eyes.
Once upon a time, this young man who was not in his eyes has actually come to this point and can compete with a Jida ancestor.
Although he also knows that this kind of confrontation has great water content, it can only be said that he has the capital to fight against the ancestor of Jida in a certain aspect.
But even so, in Wu Guotu's eyes, it was so incredible.
As for Liang Jinye and others, they were already dumbfounded and had dull expressions on their faces.
The two brothers exchanged glances, and both saw the horrified look in the other's eyes.
A Yin-level warrior actually has the ability to compete with the Jida ancestor in some aspects. This alone is enough for them to attach great importance to it. What's even more frightening is that this Yin-level warrior is ruthless and has no scruples in killing people.
This kind of approach is similar to that of a desperado, as well as his superb martial arts cultivation.
Either one will give people a huge headache, but when the two are combined into one, the deterrent effect is not one plus one equals two.
At this moment, both of their faces were as dark as water, and they were both wailing in their hearts, how could they provoke such an enemy...
The only thing they can pray for now is for Chen Fenggong to kill him in anger. Only in this way can future troubles be avoided forever.
"Snapped… "
Suddenly, the rotating gun suddenly exploded and turned into countless debris flying.
Although this big gun is also the weapon of choice in the army, how can it withstand such wanton destruction from the two of them.
Under the infinite pressure, it finally burst.
Chen Fenggong's face darkened. He swayed and kicked out first, hitting the groaning Liang Jinling who was lying on the ground.
When Young Master Liang flew into the air, Liang Jinye couldn't help but be overjoyed. He immediately stretched out his hands and hugged him steadily. Looking at the bloodstains on his body, and then looking at Ouyang Ming in front of him, I didn't know what to feel.
The big gun splintered into pieces of wood before they even got close to Chen Fenggong's body, but they were bounced away by an invisible force.
These sawdust were just fragments of the big gun that exploded and scattered. They were far from being comparable to the power of the exploding arrows. Naturally, they couldn't hurt him.
Chen Fenggong turned his eyes and kept looking at Ouyang Ming.
Naturally, Ouyang Ming did not have such a powerful Zhenqi body protection. He leaned back, swaying and twisting in extremely weird ways. With this inadvertent movement, he had already avoided most of the debris. Then, his hands kept flying, knocking away all the debris that could not be avoided.
Although the effectiveness in actual combat is far inferior to that of Chen Fengchong, his reaction ability is enough to make others stunned.
Just when Ouyang Ming had just knocked away the last piece of debris, a black shadow suddenly flew towards him.
He stretched out his hand and held the flying spear firmly in his hand.
Chen Fengzong raised his toes again without changing his expression, and also raised a spear. He glared at Ouyang Ming and said, "Come again!"
Ouyang Ming's heart moved slightly and he said, "Okay!"
As soon as he finished speaking, he stabbed out with a spear. This spear was as powerful as thunder, and the billowing spear was full of momentum that would never return.
Chen Fenggong also had a long spear in his hand, and he picked it out casually.
However, at the moment when the two guns were about to come into contact, the spear in Ouyang Ming's hand suddenly turned around, and the surging momentum seemed to have found an outlet, and disappeared without a trace in an instant. The turning spear was like gentle breeze and drizzle, and no violent breath could be seen anymore.
This long spear became more and more flexible in Ouyang Ming's hands. The constantly flying big spear gradually took on the style of Chen Yifan, like a big dragon tumbling, setting off boundless waves.
Chen Fenggong was extremely skillful in using the spear in his hand to point, push, stab and block. However, the spear in his hand was more defensive than offensive. Even if he attacks a few times by chance, he will come back immediately.
The fight between the two sides became more and more fierce, but the people watching the fight all looked at each other with a strange feeling in their hearts.
They slowly felt that the marksmanship skills used by the two men seemed to be very similar, as if an elder from the same sect was giving tricks to the juniors.
Of course, this junior was very accomplished in marksmanship, and occasionally he could use some tricks that gave his elders a headache, forcing Chen Fengxu to turn from defense to offense.
The two brothers Liang Jinye looked at each other, both feeling horrified.
There seems to be something wrong with this style of painting...
However, it is even more impossible to expect the two of them to take action.
"Huh..."
In the battle group, Ouyang Ming stabbed out with a spear. This spear was fair and square, but the angle was extremely tricky. Chen Fenggong had no way to avoid it, so he knocked the gun body and swung the tip away. He suddenly shouted: "Boy, be careful!"
The spears rotated, and Chen Fengzong finally took the initiative to attack.