"Bastard!"

Yingluo let out a roar and rushed forward like the wind. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

Although he said that he didn't care, but seeing that Jian Xin's fate was on the line, he still couldn't help but make a move.

After living together for so long, they have long formed a constant bond.

To say that you don't care is false.

That's why she keeps pouring wine to suppress the anxiety in her heart.

Obviously her important family members are suffering, but she can't do anything.

I'm not omnipotent, and the only swordsmanship I'm good at is completely useless in that situation.

Her restless heart made her careless, and she didn't even notice the gunman hidden in the forest.

Guilt wells up in my heart, and then turns into boundless anger!

Kenshin's sword was snatched in her hand, and in just an instant, her momentum changed completely.

Her gaze swept in the direction of the woods, startling countless birds.

Looking at Kenshin, who was covered in blood holes, she felt a heartache.

"This is my important brother!"

She was answered by the crisp sound of gunshots.

Three feet in front of Yingluo, there were bursts of sparks.

Ah Fu, as a person with outstanding brains in the dark martial arts, was completely dumbfounded: "Bullet ...... She cut all the bullets off!"

The old man smiled bitterly and said, "She hasn't done her best before, if she takes the sword from the beginning, I'm afraid we will be in a different place in one face, right?"

No matter how powerful they are, they can't compare to bullets.

Manpower, there is always a limit.

But Yingluo is extraordinary.

Although he has not touched a sword since he killed Fukuhara Echigo, his swordsmanship has not only become unfamiliar, but he feels more and more sophisticated.

It's like reuniting with a good friend who has been separated for a long time, no need for words, just a simple handshake, and you can fully understand each other.

The synchronization rate is simply full!

Yingluo rushed forward, as if there was an invisible barrier around him, and the bullets could only splash dazzling sparks when they hit it.

That's the godlike speed sword!

Although he has only experienced a vicious battle and is scarred on his body, he is in surprisingly good condition.

The trajectory of the bullet flight is clear, the arm that wields the sword is also extremely light, and there seems to be a pair of wings behind her, making her run as easily as flying.

"It's still the same, it's still a firing front-loading rifled gun. But alas, I'm not the same person I used to be!"

She has become much stronger than when she first came down the mountain, has seen many masters, experienced countless fierce battles, and blessed herself with countless stunts.

She, has been upgraded.

And the opponent is still the same.

In the past, she had to be careful in the face of two guns, but now more than ten guns can't hurt her in the slightest.

In this era, if you are backward, you will be beaten!

She entered the flock like a tiger, and the group of gunmen she killed cried and cried for her father.

Because of the convenience of firearms, did you give up honing yourself?

These people are as humble as ants in her eyes!

"Help, help!" the gunmen began to flee, and the heroes in their eyes were like gods!

If it was usual, the poor Kou Mo chased, and Yingluo would have chased them away, but the current situation is extraordinary.

A gun is fine, after all, with the arrival of Westerners, firearms are not too rare.

But it is not so easy to explain that there are so many guns gathered together at this moment.

Behind this, there must be people with great energy.

If Kenshin died, she wouldn't mind having that person buried with her!

So, she was in hot pursuit.

But as soon as she ran a few steps, a terrifying feeling of danger enveloped her whole body, making her hair stand on end.

A never-before-seen machine appeared in front of her, followed by a strong man with a fierce face.

He grinned arrogantly and said: "When is it, you still want to dominate the world with a broken knife, wake up!"

As soon as he spoke, his left hand spun on one of the mechanical cranks, while his right hand effortlessly pulled the trigger.

The continuous loud sound of "Da ......" sounded, making countless holes in the ground and stirring up countless rubble, as if an invisible giant hand was slashing across the ground.

Yingluo's pupils contracted sharply, like a frog on top of a poisonous snake, and goosebumps all over his body.

She ran at a rapid pace, bullets chasing after her!

Hand-cranked Gatling machine gun!

If memory serves, that's the name of this thing.

Unlike a single-shot musket, its firepower is more powerful and sustainable, and with sufficient ammunition, only one can withstand a hundred people.

The appearance of this thing completely ended the crowd tactics.

Gatling machine guns, Armstrong cannons, and purgatory-class ironclads are the three major weapons that dominated the end of the Edo era!

They were born to kill, and even Yingluo had to avoid their peaks for a while, let alone ordinary people.

Yingluo is the best of the swordsmen.

Gatling is also the apex of firearms in the current era.

The former represents the present, while the latter is the future.

Who wins and who loses?

At present, it seems that it is difficult to distinguish between the two.

The bullets couldn't catch up with Yingluo, who kept running, and Yingluo couldn't fight back under the ferocious firepower.

When the Flying Sword Stream couldn't attack, it was already at a disadvantage.

Yingluo herself has to admit that she does not yet have the ability to confront the mass killer of this industrial age.

The gunfire stopped, as a box of bullets had been emptied.

And Yingluo was finally able to stop, panting and looking embarrassed.

But even that was enough to shock everyone present.

Dark Takeu, Kenshin, Xuedaiba, and even those gunmen, including the strong man.

"You guy, you're like a monkey, don't run!"

Idiot? Obediently stand and let you?

Yingluo showed a disdainful expression.

The strong man also knew that there would be no such good thing, and he looked at the ammunition around him, and there was not much left. Because it happened suddenly, there were only two boxes.

Now that he had done half of it, if he had done it all, he had no doubt that the embarrassed woman in front of him would easily cut off his head.

But the other party is running too fast and can't even catch up with the bullets, so what should I do?

The bullets had been reloaded, but he didn't shoot them in the first place.

He suddenly saw Kenshin who had fallen in Xuedaiba's arms, and his brow spread.

Since you can't shoot if you can run, it's better if you can't shoot.

He has never been a person who knows how to go up, and he always comes with ease.

Just as he gave up the sword that needed to be improved over time, and instead chose a gun that could be above everyone as long as he could pull the trigger.

Kill, or bullets are more direct!

In the midst of the sinister laughter, the gunfire rang out again.

Jian Xin, the landlord of the building, closed his eyes.

At the very least, we can die together.

It's also a kind of happiness.

But the pain did not come as expected, a hand around her waist, and ran with her at a rapid pace.

She opened her eyes, and it was Yingluo.

Yingluo stopped her and Kenshin, one in each hand, running desperately.

But the burden of the two of them is too great, even Yingluo feels very difficult.

Ba could clearly see Yingluo's tight teeth and the sweat on his forehead.

What's more, it's slowed down.

The invisible hand that followed them was getting closer and closer.

"Leave me alone, Sister Yingluo, run away with Ba!"

"No, I'm just an outsider, you sisters and brothers should run away!"

At this moment, both of them were thinking about each other.

But......

"It's noisy, shut up for me!" Yingluo shouted: "You weaklings, just wait for me to be saved!"

The weak, and not wrong.

Not only Ba, but even Kenshin is also weak.

It's the same with Dark Naiwu, and even the Shinsengumi, in her eyes, is also a weakling.

Because they each have their own concerns, and with their concerns, there are flaws in their swordsmanship.

In most cases, the ruthless sword is stronger than the sentient sword, so the absolutely ruthless firearm is above everyone.

But Yingluo felt that he could still struggle a little more.

Hey, isn't this body always being pleasantly surprised?

There was no movement.

His arms were still the same, and his legs were still the same.

Yingluo smiled bitterly.

People, you really have to rely on yourself!

"Hey, come in!" Ah Fu said anxiously waving his hand in front of the temple.

Yingluo's eyes were happy, first threw the two people in his hands in, and then he didn't care about elegance, he flew in hard, rolled a few times on the ground, and then stopped on his back, panting constantly.

The thin temple gate could not block the bullets, but it could block the view, and at the very least, the gunfire stopped for a while.

Dark Naiwu and Pull Knife Zhai gathered in the same room.

The killer and the target, at this moment, have become lambs to the slaughter.

This is the power of firearms, and no matter how clever a swordsman is, he cannot use it to fight it.

Katanas, which have been passed down from generation to generation, have been replaced by mass-produced parts on the assembly line.

Steel and machinery have become the masters of the times!