Novoland: Eagle Flag Chapter 1: Gun Six

Ji Qianzheng's posture is extremely respectful, but his defense is not revealing. The old man opposite him is pointing his spear at the sky, smiling casually, just standing casually, his loose white clothes fluttering in the wind.

Leaves of fallen leaves swept across the stone wall, making the ground "rustling".

The old man smiled. His long spear seemed to be tilted by the wind, but it didn't fall down. Different from the violence of the poisonous dragon, the tragic silver light danced gently in the wind, without the slightest sound.

Ji Qian was terrified in his heart, he didn't know the old man's position in that organization, and he also wondered in his heart whether the other party was really the holder of the "Eagle of Cangming". But in the face of such an unpredictable attack, the last trace of doubt was also dispelled.

He raised his epee calmly. Unable to attack, he can only stand still against the changes of the old man.

The old man didn't look at Ji Qianzheng, his gaze was always drifting on the ground, the gun broke the confrontation in a movement like flowing water, and a simple shot was pushed slowly, piercing Ji Qianzheng's hand holding the sword.

Jimo stood up suddenly, standing up on the rockery, his eyes widened. The seemingly weak attack made him tremble uncontrollably. The old man held the barrel of the gun loosely with both hands, and the tip of the gun was trembling unsteadily. But Ji Qian didn't dare to move, it could be seen that his body was stiff under his clothes, it seemed that what the old man pushed out was an unavoidable death.

The point of the gun was only three feet away from Ji Qianzheng's hand. The old man's offensive was almost exhausted, and Ji Qianzheng moved his sword. Once he moved, the momentum was like breaking a mountain of rubble, and he stepped forward, and the sword directly slashed towards the middle of the spear. For spear masters, the power condensed at the tip of the spear is extremely huge, hitting the spear point is like hitting the head of a snake, once you miss it, you will be bitten. And the tail of the gun is stable and powerful, which is not what the length of the sword can achieve. The position where he chopped was the most vulnerable place of the spear.

It's like hitting a snake, you have to hit the snake's seven inches.

"Sure!" Chang Ye shouted, waving his arms.

With such a short distance, the spear is long and the sword is short, and the sword has the advantage. The old man couldn't dodge at all, and the sword hit the gun barrel accurately. Ji Qian lightened his hand, and suddenly found that his strength was completely empty.

Cold sweat immediately covered his forehead, and he realized that there was no power on the gun at all! Except for a slight jolt, it was like slipping through the current.

The silver light on the spearhead suddenly jumped up, like a silver butterfly spreading its wings. The spear flipped silently with the power of the sword, and the two sides passed by lightly. Ji Qianzheng lost his balance, and the old man let go of his left hand. He held the gun with one hand, and moved his index finger slightly.

"Father, be careful!" Ji Changye couldn't help shouting.

Ji Qianzheng could no longer dodge, nor could he parry. Not only could the heavy sword not protect him, but it was a burden. He gave up the sword and retreated despite being injured. But it was useless, the old man's gun point was like a snake wrapped around his arm, followed closely, and the poisonous letter had already rubbed onto his skin.

The tiger's roar resounded through the garden and swept over, as if it came from an ancient deep mountain.

"Hey, Ji Ye! What are you doing?" The girl's voice was instantly swallowed by the tiger's roar.

Himino is behind the old man. His thrust brought up the tumbling fallen leaves, gathered his shoulders, kept his forearm and the barrel of the gun in a straight line, it was what the old man called a stab—a perfect stab.

He took three steps forward and drew out his gun. The strength of the whole body poured into the body of the gun like a stream of water. At the end of the third step, the momentum of rushing forward combined with the force of pushing the gun reached its peak. At the moment when the arm is fully stretched, Huya will hit the old man's heart from behind!

"Stop!"

Ji Qian was roaring in horror. He would rather lose an arm than the old man die in his own home. He has heard the ancient legend countless times, that terrible organization cannot be offended, and rebels have always faced legal merciless punishment, let alone killing the blue eagle.

The old man's laughter forced the tiger to growl.

He leaped up out of the impossible and turned around calmly in the air. Chang Ye had the illusion that the old man seemed to have jumped up in the air and then hovered for a moment. Then the silver spear was thrown out, and the people present couldn't tell whether it was a gun or something else in the old man's hand. It was just a piece of silver light splashing, flying like butterflies, changing like ghosts, and the tiger's teeth jingled on the tip of the spear. , the impact was short and rapid, and Pei Mo Nengyu's stab lost its direction.

The white skirt disappeared in front of Himeno. The silver light wrapped around Huya disappeared, and Ji Ye was startled, only to realize that Huya was pointing at his father's chest. But he couldn't stop anymore, as if someone was pushing his shoulders, the poisonous dragon's momentum was the most violent thrust.

Ji Qian was involuntarily waving his hand to block, but suddenly found that his hand was empty! Just a moment ago, in order to avoid the old man's spear stab, he threw away his sword.

"Grandpa!" Yu Ran shouted in panic.

The silver light went out suddenly, and the spear point quietly pointed at the back of Ji Ye's head. The old man jumped over his head and stood safely behind him. Ji Qian was standing there blankly, and after a long time, he clearly felt a drop of sweat slowly rolling down his cheeks, which was bitingly cold. Ji Ye's spear was aimed straight at the center of his eyebrows, just an inch away from the violent dragon's force. The old man dodged the tiger-tooth spear and directed the attack to Ji Qianzheng.

At the last moment, Himeno really stopped the gun. But Ji Qianzheng still felt a cold pain in his chest, as if he was stabbed by something, the sharp wind from the tip of the gun? Or the cold look in his son's eyes when he fired the gun.

"Can you see how many shots I fired just now?" The old man smiled.

Himino shook his head.

"One hundred and thirty-two."

Himino let out a breath, and sat on the ground wearily.

The old man withdrew his gun and nodded: "A very smart kid. But it's not the best stab."

Himino turned his head.

"The best stab," the old man looked at the Huoshaoyun in the sky, as if pondering something, "it can't be taken back, it's a god-given spear, it was stabbed by the Valkyrie."

"Sir..." Ji Qian was hesitating.

The old man interrupted him with a wave, and went up to pat Ji Ye's arm lightly: "Strong arm, but, don't you understand why I can use the gun so fast? I don't understand why I taught The way you accumulate stabs, but you use such a variable spear technique? I don’t know what kind of spear technique is the best?"

Himino nodded.

"Smart boy, I will reward you with a chance," the old man handed his silver spear to Ji Ye, "hold my gun,"

Himino glanced at him and reached out to hold him. His face suddenly changed, but the old man had already retracted the spear with a smile.

"Got it?"

Himino nodded.

"You are a smart boy. Your weapon is also very good," the old man pointed at Huya, "but don't let it break your heart."

"The Tiger Tooth Spear is a violent gun. It was like that many years ago," the old man turned his head to face Ji Qianzheng, "the Ji family finally has someone who inherits it. This reminds me of the past."

The old man took Yuran's hand and walked out the door: "Mr. Ji, I think you should have melted that fingertip. This mission is not passed down with blood, only those who hope to fight for it will become the true Valkyrie. followers. You also know that many people have paid the price of their lives for this, if you don’t want to, don’t force yourself.”

Ji Qian was standing there in a daze.

"But don't let others know the news of my coming here." The old man turned his head and gave him a meaningful look. "Although you are no longer a member of us, as the heir of Finger Cotton, you should know The rules of the organization!"

"Yes!" Ji Qian lowered his head.

The gate of the garden closed with a "bang", Ji Ye stood there blankly for a long time, and suddenly couldn't help but want to follow out.

Ji Qian is grabbing his arm: "Bastard, where are you going?"

Jimo didn't seem to hear what he said, struggling to shake off his arm. Ji Qian was in a rage when he suddenly heard a scream from behind. He turned his head abruptly, and saw his wife, who was cutting flowers in the back hall, ran out when she heard the movement, crying loudly at a turquoise parrot that was trampled to death on the stone wall.

"I just bought it, brother, I just bought it!"

Ji Qian was suddenly thinking of the parrot. When Ji Ye and Chang Ye were fighting each other, the sting was like a thunderstorm, and the dumb parrot had no time to dodge before being trampled to death by him. No wonder the parrot looked familiar. It was just bought by my wife who likes to grow flowers and birds.

"A Niang, A Niang," Chang Ye went up and grabbed his mother's hand, "It was Ji Ye who trampled to death."

Ji Qianzheng was stunned for a while, then suddenly let go, and slapped Ji Ye fiercely on the face: "If you want to chase after him, don't come back! I don't dare to have a son like you, even if I die Already."

Jimo raised his head, caressing his blushing face, watching the backs of his father and the three disappear under the eaves of the front hall without looking back. He didn't run anymore, he just stood there blankly, the sunlight faded away, and the garden gradually became dark.

The old man stood outside the door holding Yu Ran's hand, the old man silently faced the flow of people on the street.

Yu Ran raised his head: "Grandpa, are you going to kill him?"

"Yes, I am going to use his son's hand to kill him," the old man patted Yuran's head, "Son, don't ask any more. You shouldn't know about such dirty and vicious things .”

Yu Ran took his hand: "Grandpa, don't kill him. If you kill him, Ji Ye will have no father."

She lowered her head: "There is no father, just like me..."

"But he knows too much about us. If he is allowed to live and secretly report the news to the princes, the danger is too great...Ji Yang's grandson is still cowardly and mediocre," the old man sighed, "But Maybe you are right, children are innocent and should have a father.”

The old man carried her on the back of the horse: "Then we shall bear all the dangers. Since no one will obey the will of Tianqi, so what if I die? The last Tianqi, I should die like my ancestors. I wait for the princes' killers."