The stupid corpse lay by the door, like a pile of rotten meat. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ

Yingluo gently brushed his face and closed those red eyes.

Now, get some rest.

Leave everything to me.

The gunfire rang out again, and the bullets that erupted from the barrel of the Gatling rang out again.

And Yingluo has long since disappeared.

Shrink the ground!

The stunt learned from the Heavenly Sword Okita Soji, the speed footwork that surpasses the limits of human beings!

Like bullets, they cannot be caught by human sight.

"Bastard, is this woman a monster?!"

If you can't be understood, you will be characterized as a youkai, just like the black ship that sailed from Edo Bay back then, isn't it the same as being regarded as a youkai?

But in just a few years, guns, cannons, steam engines, and other things have been accepted by people, and they will never be surprised again.

The times are turning, and people are moving forward step by step.

Yingluo, on the other hand, is going faster than ordinary people.

When she reappeared, she was already at the ugly corpse. The other party's handsome face was pale and covered with blood.

The corpse was carried, the bullets swept over, but once again lost the trace of Yingluo.

She returned to the temple gate and gently laid down the ugly corpse.

"In the next life, you have to have a good baby. ”

With that, she disappeared again.

This time, he came to Ah Fu's corpse.

The bullet arrived as promised, but still one step slower.

Once again, the body was collected and returned to his companion.

"Your village, I'll go. ”

As before, Yingluo disappeared and then appeared, and although the bullets continued to gush out, they could never catch up with her.

The old man's body returned to his child, and it seemed that even the broken head was not so terrible.

"In this era, I will guard, instead of you, to protect people's happiness!"

With that, she uncorked the gourd and spilled it on the ground.

"So, if we have a fate in the next life, we will have a drink together!"

The bullets swept over!

Ying Luo frowned, the broken sword in her hand was unsheathed, and she heard the sound of "ding ding ding ding" non-stop, and even the bullets fired by the Gatling machine gun were cut off by her one by one, unable to enter within three feet of her body.

"Damn, you monster!" cried the strong man, his hand holding the trigger unrelieved.

The most powerful thing about the machine gun is that it can continuously throw fire, and now, this is vividly used!

With shrinking ground, it was possible to dodge, but Yingluo didn't, because behind her was the corpse of Dark Naiwu.

She never paid attention to the dead, but at the moment she didn't want their corpses to be harmed again.

She is changing the world bit by bit, and the world is also changing her silently.

Good, bad, happy, sad, whether you want it or not, it will happen, and the only thing people can do is to learn from it, draw strength, and then move forward into the future step by step.

If you are sad, you will cry, and if you are happy, you will laugh.

Life and death, joys and sorrows, this is the romantic legend of the swordsmen at the end of the shogunate!

"I won't run, I won't hide, just stand here!" Yingluo licked his lips and said, "Let's compare, the sword in my hand or the gun in your hand, which one is more powerful!"

The dragon-like sword qi gushed out again, Yingluo's arm had turned into a phantom, and countless sparks bloomed and extinguished around her, as fleeting as life in the troubled times.

"Monsters, monsters!" the gunners shouted in panic, with a broken sword can fight a machine gun, what is it if not a monster?

"Bastard, give me peace!" the strong man scolded, and then said viciously: "She can't last long, you look around, it's all her blood, how much blood can she shed for such a long time?

The snow had long since obscured the traces of yesterday's fighting over the past night, but the gunmen now looked mottled with blood everywhere.

They didn't move, and the only one who moved was Yingluo, who was trying to retrieve the body.

All this blood is hers!

Even if the spirit is above the body, but the blood is drained, it will still die!

All the brawny man has to do now is to press the trigger, shake the handle, and suppress the opponent with crazy bullets.

As for the bullet being cut off? So what, the bullet is a consumable!

And there is only one life.

"Really, let's see who can hold on longer!" Yingluo smiled, accurately slashing down the flying bullets. The wound behind her burst with violent movements, and blood spilled down, staining the snow red.

But she didn't feel it, because people can fall, but the spirit must not fall!

Pain, bloodshed, all these are good companions of swordsmen, now let's join forces and create miracles together!

The sword qi became more and more surging, Ying Luo only felt that her condition was getting better and better, and the bullet that was originally fast was clearly visible in her eyes, and as long as she waved her arm easily, she could easily cut it down.

And although Gatling has a lot of firepower, it is not a weapon designed to fight a single player. The bullets seemed to be raging, but at least half of them were just around her side, and they couldn't hit her at all.

Only about one-third of them can really pose a threat to her.

This makes it easier.

"Dada-da-da!"

"Ding, ding, ding!"

The battle between man and gun continued, the barrel of the gun turned hot and red under the continuous fire, and Yingluo's feet were soaked in blood.

Kenshin clenched his fists, eager to replace him, but he knew that his current self was still far away.

Ba covered his mouth, tears glistening in his eyes, for fear of disturbing the man who was fighting.

Yuan looked at everything in front of him in surprise, is this a swordsman, is it a samurai? It seems that he is much stronger than his useless father!

The gunners also quieted down, they had never seen such a terrible swordsmanship, and now, in addition to the desire for bounty, there was a little admiration for the strong.

The strong man gritted his teeth, and Gatling's backlash made his whole body ache, but he didn't dare to stop, because he knew that once he stopped, all that awaited him was death.

No one wants to die, but sometimes, for something, you have to die happily!

"Ah!!!h

The brawny man roared, and though it didn't help Gatling's rate of fire or power, he did it anyway.

Just because, he was already afraid.

Sweat spilled from Yingluo's forehead and hair, and her arms were as sore as a stone, but she was not worried. All of this is an alarm from the body that tells her that she has reached her limit.

But the limit is not insurmountable, and sometimes the body's feedback is the culprit that hinders everything.

Therefore, the first lesson of the Flying Sword Flow, Higu told them not to fear pain and bloodshed, because they told them about the state of their bodies and were the best friends of the swordsmen.

Only when you have complete control of your body can you be qualified to challenge that peak!

Just like Yingluo once said to Kenshin, the so-called sword practice is just to hone one's body.

The ultimate goal is to surpass the peak!

Times will progress, and people will not stop moving forward.

Swordsmanship will never be outdated, and the era of samurai will never come to an end!

"Click!" a strange metal crash sounded, replacing the sound of gunfire.

The bullets did not come out again, and one of the three most famous weapons of the end of the Edo period, the hand-cranked Gatling machine gun, stopped attacking.

After a constant burst of continuous firing, it reached its limit and jammed.

"Bastard, how can this be?" the strong man was impatient and wanted to open the chamber of the gun, but as soon as his hand touched it, there was a sound of "z".

The temperature above is scary.

He looked up in horror and looked at the man opposite.

Yingluo's face was extremely pale, but he had a proud smile. Sweat turned into mist and emerged from her like a dragon soaring through the clouds.

"Looks like I won!"

She's gone beyond her limits, and Gatlin hasn't.

The limits of the machine are set from the very beginning and are absolutely insurmountable.

And the limits of people are meant to be broken!

The broken sword was retracted into its sheath, and Yingluo slowly came to the strong man, to Gatling.

"You say, swordsmanship is useless?"

Sweat slid down the strong man's face, he was like an ant stared at by a dragon, unable to move, unable to speak, and the power of life and death was all in the hands of the other party.

"Maybe one day swordsmanship will no longer have to take on the role of killing, but it will never become useless. And that day is still very early, not now!"

"As for not being able to compare to bullets, the current situation has already explained everything, I will defeat you, it is clear, isn't it?"

The strong man nodded with difficulty.

"Very good!" Ying Luo put on a stance, which was the stance of the knife drawing technique.

"Now, it's time to collect your bets!"

The white light was fierce, as if it was not a broken sword, but a giant dragon soaring above the nine heavens, attacking with unstoppable force.

"Sky Dragon Flash!!

The highest meaning of the Flying Sword, the incomparably fast sword drawing technique, was staged for the first time in the end of the Edo era.

As a weapon of the industrial age, the Gatling Mechanism was chopped to pieces like pieces of paper.

Gears, parts, steel, were torn to pieces by the dragon and flew into the air.

Yingluo's roar was like thunder: "The era of the samurai is far from over!"