"Watch out for my gun!"
Sun Langzhen said angrily.
Then, he fiercely shot the bullet in his hand.
Yes, he shot it out.
This was Gun Kungfu!
In order to ensure the effect of the performance, Sun Lang even shouted "Bang!".
It was like a child holding up his finger as a gun and making "Bang Bang Bang" sounds with his mouth.
The assassin let out a final taunt, as if he was going to jump over the wall to escape. He was sure that he had attracted enough hatred, and that person would definitely be unable to restrain his anger and chase after him. As long as he chased after him …
— — His thought stopped there.
Because he heard a "Bang" sound.
This sound seemed to be different from the previous gunshots. It seemed to be quite wrong.
Then, there was a series of whistling sounds that tore through the air.
Judging by the sound, this time it was still a bullet fired from a gun. That was the strange skill of the Lihuo Nation. A warrior like him had always looked down on this kind of thing.
After all, the power of firearms was limited and clumsy. The trajectory of the bullet could only be straight, without any fancy tricks. It was far from being comparable to hidden weapons that could be both far and close. When the most experienced gunman in the Lihuo Nation fought against an ordinary disciple of the Tang Sect, the result was obvious. Even if he fired ten thousand bullets, he would not be able to touch the corner of the opponent's clothes. And the opponent would only need ten minutes to poke the gunman into a hornet's nest.
Therefore, the firearms of the Lihuo Nation were just trash.
Only weak warriors or killers who had no taboos would smuggle some barbaric tools from the black market and use them when they were not prepared. It was very useless.
Just like the person behind him.
That was what he originally thought.
At first, it was as he expected. Even if the gun in the opponent's hand was powerful and the bullets were as fast and powerful as thunder, they were still easily blocked by his sword skills that he had immersed himself in for more than ten years.
But this time was different.
Sound.
Although the sound was still a sharp bullet, the whistling sound was ear-piercing, indicating that the bullet's speed and power were at least fifty times greater than before.
— — What's going on?
Did he use an even more powerful firearm?
In that instant, this skilled assassin felt his hair stand on end. His instincts as a warrior warned him that his life was in danger from behind. He realized one thing in that instant. This attack was not something that could be blocked with a dagger.
His True Qi revolved crazily and his muscles trembled unceasingly. His body suddenly changed from a fast forward charge to a left turn. In an instant, he completed the change of direction, showing his extremely high level of Qing Gong cultivation … He was originally proficient in this, otherwise he wouldn't have been sent to carry out this mission.
But that was the end of it.
The tiny object whizzed past him with a terrifying momentum. Even though he dodged it with all his might, the left side of his waist was still hit. In an instant, he felt a crazy pain.
At that moment, he thought that it was the sword energy of a Sword Saint that came from behind him.
That tiny bullet broke through the air and actually twisted the omnipresent air into a sharp blade. The violent wind blade crazily twisted and spread, bringing about a violent shock. He was only lightly grazed by the airflow, but his internal organs were crazily shaken as if the sea was overturned. He spat out a mouthful of blood.
But compared to being injured, there was another thing that he couldn't accept.
He looked at the small hole in the wall in front of him. There was a dark yellow color inside. It was no doubt the bullet from the gun. The bullet hit the wall and then embedded itself.
I don't understand, I don't understand.
The assassin was hit by the airflow, shaking his internal organs. His originally lightning-fast body movement was also slowed down a lot. At that moment, he didn't even think about running away because his mind was in chaos.
That bullet just roared with the force of thunder and set off a terrifying gust of wind. Just being hit by the airflow was enough to shake his internal organs.
He could feel the tremendous power contained in that bullet. If he had been hit directly, he would have been turned into a pile of minced meat on the spot. He dodged, and the bullet hit the air and crashed into the thick and tall courtyard wall of the Ning Guo residence. In fact, he wouldn't have been surprised if this small bullet had directly blown down the thousand-foot-tall courtyard wall of the Ning Guo residence.
But it didn't. The bullet just rushed over and embedded itself in the wall. Nothing happened after that. There was no sound or movement.
It was as if the terrifying bullet just wanted to fly over and embed itself in the wall, staying with the tall and mottled courtyard wall forever. As for the hit he suffered just now, it was just because he was in the way of the bullet and was casually pushed to the side so that he wouldn't get in the way.
It was very abrupt, very strange, and very strange.
But what made the assassin even more crazy was that he didn't know how the bullet was shot.
It simply shattered his stable worldview.
Why was it like this?
Why was it like this?
If, if the firearms of the Lifire Kingdom were so tyrannical, then what the hell were we practicing martial arts for? If each person had a gun and hundreds of people stood in a team, we would be able to kill the world's number one!
He suddenly turned his head.
He was holding a short sword, bleeding from the corner of his mouth, and his eyes were crazy.
Compared to the mission of His Highness, the prosperity of the Empire's martial arts was more important. He had to figure out what was going on. What kind of powerful firearm did this kid use?
At this moment, he was filled with a sense of mission and honor. In the long thousands of years, there were many outstanding figures, endless great grandmasters, and peerless powerhouses whose names shook the world. Their deeds, their style, their achievements, and their fame, together cast the cornerstone of martial arts.
Refining the essence into qi, tempering the body and tempering the body, diligently and painstakingly training day and night. Only in this way could one become a dragon among men, a martial artist who transcended the mortal world. This was the way of self-improvement that the heavens never stopped moving. This was the right path for everyone to be like a dragon. Wondrous skills were just external factors. Once there was nothing to rely on, one's true strength would be revealed. The true strength of one's own strength was the temperament of the strong!
Firearms were strange skills that could only make people lose the temperament of a powerhouse. It was the path of evil!
In an instant, he used all his strength and roared, "The enemy's firearm is powerful!"
No matter what the result was, he had to first pass the news to let His Highness know and let His Highness be on guard. The enemy in front of him was nothing to worry about, but his firearm was very strange!
His voice spread far and wide. He was sure that his companions had heard the news. They would definitely know that the situation had changed and would definitely retreat quickly. Everyone would definitely bring this precious news back!
Then, with the dagger in his hand, he charged bravely towards the enemy behind him, ignoring the injuries in his body. He had his back to the enemy just now, so he didn't see how the enemy had fired that terrifying shot. He had to confirm it with his eyes. He wanted to see what was going on. He wanted to see if a mere firearm could really shake the martial way!
He roared, "Come on!"
Even though he was severely injured, he was still able to exert his full strength. If not for His Highness's instructions not to kill, Jia Xu wouldn't have just spat out a mouthful of blood!
His eyes were like a wolf, fiercely closing in. In a battle between experts, victory and defeat could be decided in an instant. In a few breaths' time, he had already rushed out more than ten feet.
Closer, closer. His heart was beating vigorously. He felt that the world was unprecedentedly real. He knew that he was about to meet his fate. Either he would die with the enemy, or he would be forced to use that terrifying firearm again and be smashed into pieces … But no matter what, at least I can!
Fight!
And!
Die!
Come on, come on, kill me with that evil firearm of yours!
But I will also use my blood to let you know that strange skills are only temporary. The light of martial arts is eternal!
He laughed madly, howled, and closed in. Then, he saw the person in front of him sigh.
He saw the person raise the gun in his hand.
— — -is he going to shoot?
No, the muzzle was raised. He raised the gun high.
— — -what is he doing?
After raising it, he suddenly swung it down. It was as if the gun in his hand was not a firearm that fired bullets, but a mace or something similar.
— — -is a firearm used like this?
Just as this thought appeared in his mind, he saw something even more terrifying.
Something even more terrifying than the bullet.
The other party raised his gun high and then swung it down. He didn't shoot but instead used the gun as a stick to fight in close combat. Moreover, it was just an ordinary swing. The speed wasn't fast, the strength wasn't strong, and there weren't any moves to speak of. It looked like an ordinary attack, even a desperate one.
If that was all, he would be happy.
At this level of close combat, he only needed three moves to disarm the person's gun and knock him to the ground.
But something terrible happened.
He could not dodge.
He saw it clearly, as if time had slowed down. The cold barrel of the gun was smashing towards his head. He could see it clearly … … but he could not dodge it.
His body was like embroidered, unable to move. Only his soul was awake.
He could only watch as the person raised the gun and swung it at his head.
With a muffled sound, the powerful assassin was knocked to the ground.
Press V, you can fight in close combat.
In just a few minutes, the assassin had gone through an earth-shattering change. His worldview had been shattered twice. He was like Loki, who was caught by the Hulk before he could finish acting cool. He was lying in the ruins, doubting his life. His forehead was bleeding, and his head was buzzing. He was lying on the ground, staring blankly at the sky, as if everything was a dream.
Sun Lang stretched out his foot and stepped on his hand.
The ten fingers were connected to the heart, and the pain was bone-deep.
Just as he was doubting life, the sudden pain made him scream. The scream traveled far. Sun Lang had already finished reloading. He raised the gun and fired into the sky. After a few bangs, he stepped on the assassin's mouth.
In other words, after a few gunshots, the scream stopped.
A few seconds later, Sun Lang nodded. "Okay, you're dead."
The assassin blinked.
He looked at the man in front of him and recalled the scene of him being shot. Even if his brain was not working properly, he should have thought of something.
The assassin could not help but howl. He shouted, "His martial arts are also very good!
His martial arts are also very good!
Do you hear me?
Hurry and run! "
Sun Lang looked at him with a smile. "I think they should have run away a long time ago. But if you like, you can shout a few more times."
The assassin's face was filled with determination. His face quickly turned red, and the true qi in his body surged wildly. However, Sun Lang raised his foot and tapped the assassin's chest. The true qi that was about to attack the heart meridian immediately dissipated.
The assassin's face became more and more pale.
First, it was because of the burden caused by the true qi surging. Second, it was because of fear … Just now, he had dispelled all his fantasies. The other party was indeed a great grandmaster with outstanding martial arts …
He was shocked and regretful.
He regretted that because of his arrogance and impulsiveness, he might have caused endless trouble for His Highness …
He heard the other party sigh.
"At first, when you discovered that I was chasing you, you actually turned around to provoke me. I was very curious. Don't you know me?
Don't you know what you're doing?
"At that time, I thought there must be a conspiracy here. You must be planning something.
"So I didn't use my sword energy to kill you. Instead, I shot you. I wanted to find out your background.
"Then I found that you really didn't f * cking recognize me. Then I looked at you with pity. I thought you might be a death warrior or an abandoned pawn, a sacrifice or a tool …
"But later, your behavior made me suddenly realize that you didn't seem to be a death warrior.
"Because you didn't even have a quick way to commit suicide. Your actions seemed to be self-determined. Now, you have an expression of regret and hatred. You look more like a guest …"
Sun Lang rubbed his chin and looked at the assassin who was lying on the ground and panting. His face revealed a pitiful expression. He said in a gentle tone, "Combined with your previous behavior and expression, I'm more inclined to think that you're an idiot. Not only that, the person who sent you seems to be an idiot as well …"
When he heard the last sentence, when he heard Sun Lang call His Highness an idiot, the assassin who wanted to die suddenly opened his eyes wide. He said sternly, "Shut up!"
"That's strange. My opponent is obviously sly and cunning. Why would he be like an idiot and send an idiot to his death? I know that you're probably here to sow discord, but why is the plan this time so crude?
It's really below standard. What's going on?
Is this a trap? "
Sun Lang couldn't stop talking. He muttered in annoyance, "Aiya, is this another conspiracy, or did some idiot act on his own?
If he acted on his own, then wouldn't he be a pig-headed teammate?
What kind of idiot father could raise such an idiot son? "
The assassin's pupils shrank in an instant. An expression of shock and anger appeared on his face. He subconsciously shouted, "Impudent!"
"Aiyo, from silence to impudent …" Sun Lang looked at him with a playful expression. "… Aha."