Countless dense bullets roared angrily, crossing the border like locusts, merciless and cold-blooded. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ

These bullets were fired not from ordinary pistols, but from rows of automatic rifles, rows of Gatling guns.

For ordinary people in the rivers and lakes, the deterrence of pistols is actually not great, although the astral ones are all flesh and blood, but fortunately, they are agile, even senior snipers need 2.5 seconds of aiming time, and some astral masters can also dodge.

Only the fire network of automatic rifles will be extremely lethal to the astral, because there is no way to hide.

Bullets rained down, rubble rattled, roared everywhere, and the fire was blazing.

When every space within dozens of miles is a rain of bullets, the astral masters can only hold weapons to block a wave, and then throw themselves into the river, and hide in the painting boat.

The astral onlookers suddenly dispersed like birds and beasts.

Only the cloud masters who didn't move.

Wang Wu, the big knife by the river, was still carrying a big knife, with a grass in his mouth, and he was bored watching the bullet rain hit his body, not painful.

Lin San on the boat was still standing straight like a spear in his hand, and even closed his eyes.

It's raining, it's raining, it's raining bullets.

The rain of bullets swept the quaint corridors and invaded the Huxin Pavilion, crackling and full of bullet holes.

It's a pity that these bullets rain on some people's bodies can't break their skin, and the clouds are qi gang to protect their bodies, ordinary bullets, in front of them are no different from scrap iron, or like raindrops falling on their bodies, ticking a little itchy.

The three of them were still in the narrow hallway.

The third prince said: "It's raining." ”

Bai Ze continued: "It's raining a lot. ”

Miteki looked at the knife in his hand and sighed, "Can you let me die well?"

The third prince floated on his head again, still in the shape of an umbrella, and countless bullets rained down on the umbrella, all of which lost their strength, and rotated aimlessly on the umbrella.

Countless cherry blossom petals floated around Miteki's body, and the collision between the cherry blossom petals and the bullet rain would jingle instead, as if composing a piece of music.

Bai Ze is still in a starry state, he is not so chic, he pulls out the black cloud knife, (the third knife) the qin bell and the ringing, and keeps rotating, forming an absolute defensive state, and he can cope with this kind of scene.

But the third prince is the third prince after all, he slapped a few palms at the lake, the lake exploded, reversed, and the water curtain between the three princes raised their hands began to roll up to the sky, spreading upward, and shrouded the entire space of the lake pavilion with a water curtain.

Bullets were still raining outside the water curtain, but inside the water curtain, it was peaceful and calm.

Those who fell into the water and hid in the cabin began to show their heads to gasp and praise, the third son is worthy of being the third son, unparalleled in the world.

Bai Ze stopped, looking at the slanting bullet rain curtain but a little sad, it was not the bullet rain that was worried, but the things behind the bullet rain.

Since ancient times, the court and the rivers and lakes are two individuals, and the refining of qi and the outer way are also two individuals, since the founding of the country in China, the refining of qi has accumulated too much strength for more than 300 years, and countless people in the rivers and lakes have been unwilling to live in the dark, and they cannot show their true faces. They want what they want, what they deserve.

But darkness is darkness, and as soon as you enter the sun, you will face a lot of trouble.

Jianghu people want to get more, they want to live in the sun, admired by thousands of people, and in front of them there is an obstacle that cannot be crossed, the behemoth Confucianism and Taoism.

The two great monarchs of the Confucian and Taoist Academy suppressed the entire Qi Refining Realm for more than 300 years, and no one dared to say a word, but most of them dared to be angry and did not dare to speak.

Until many years ago, a person suddenly found Xianshan Penglai, got its inheritance, claimed to be the lord of Penglai, accumulated strength, and openly appeared to argue with the Confucian Taoist Academy, and he responded to every call.

If at the beginning Penglai and the Confucian Taoist Academy were in a war of words with each other, now as this slanting rain of bullets fell, the battle began and the horn sounded.

The power that has been accumulated for three hundred years in the Qi refining rivers and lakes will be officially displayed in front of the world for the first time, and there is no way to hide.

Bai Ze sighed: "Third son, this rain is coming for you. ”

The third prince carried the cyan Longquan sword and said indifferently: "I know." ”

Bai Ze said: "Since it is for you, it will not be so simple. ”

The third prince looked at Bai Ze with a smile, "You fought with me, you won, but I let you." ”

The corners of Bai Ze's mouth rose: "This is wrong, I forced you to let me." ”

The third prince said: "It makes sense, the next time we meet, I won't let you." ”

Bai Ze said: "I don't need you to let me." ”

The third prince glanced at Bai Ze again, and said with a smile: "According to the agreement, I am willing to lose the bet, the answer you want to know is in Shangjing, I can only say so much." ”

Bai Ze said: "Thank you, but I guess you are thinking about killing me at the moment?"

The third prince carried his sword and said, "You can see this?"

Bai Ze said: "There is murderous intent in your eyes, but I guess you won't kill me." ”

The third prince said, "Why?"

Bai Ze said: "Because you are the third son." ”

The third prince shook his head and said, "Because you are Bai Ze, I won't kill you." ”

As the third prince's words fell, the rain of bullets became more dense, and the water curtain that hit the third prince popped.

The third prince raised his head, smiled indifferently (disdainfully), pulled out the dragon spring, swayed up like a sword fairy, stepped into the air, and swung a sword, spreading to the entire space like flowing water.

The flowing water of the sword light, everywhere the flowing water, even if the bullets that break through the air fall into the flowing water of the third prince, they will lose their due strength, become gentle, like water-like tenderness, and then stagnate, losing all their destructive power.

The flowing water realm created by the third prince with the sword technique of autumn water is so soft and ruthless, the water is so soft and everything seems to be broken.

The third prince waved again, and all the bullets that fell into the flowing water and stagnated were rolled back, and the sword qi of the third prince was also carried by the way, and suddenly a muffled snort was heard in the bushes on the bank of the river.

Suddenly, there was a flash of fire in the dark bushes, it was the fire of a bazooka cannonball, and a cannonball was fired......

Not one, of course, but a dozen shells.

The sword gang can block high-speed bullets, but not necessarily cannonballs.

Sure enough, the water curtain cover of the third prince was directly shattered, and most of the Jianghu people were stunned, and then scattered and fled for their lives.

A cannonball fell on the Huxin Pavilion, and as the flames rose, the Huxin Pavilion was directly blown away.

Whether or not the cloud master's own qi can block the cannonball varies from person to person, but few people are really stupid enough to try. Because even if it can withstand it, the amount of gas consumed is definitely huge, and it is definitely uncomfortable to be shrouded in the fire generated by the explosion.

No matter how it is calculated, it is a loss-making business, of course, it is running, running.

Wang Wu by the river is a thief who runs away with a big knife.

Lin San also carried the red tassel gun and abandoned the ship.

Countless shells fell, the waves blew high, no matter what the ship overturned, burning, raging, quite lively.

A cannonball exploded into the narrow corridor, and Shirasawa jumped into the river, and as he jumped into the river, he looked towards Miteki, who was still tangled over there.

Miteki's expression was very tangled and contradictory, he looked at the cannonballs flying in the sky as if to say, "Can you let me kill myself well, let me die quietly, okay?"

Of course, the cannonballs exploded towards the three sons, and the three sons carried the dragon spring, in the air, on the water, on the ground, all kinds of dodges, and the surrounding fires did not stop......

The fireworks on the periphery were still being set off, and firecrackers were also set off, and the sound was everywhere, deliberately covering up the explosion.

Bai Ze did not fall into the water, he stepped on the wooden planks floating in the water to ventilate, dodging bullets and shells while heading towards the center of the lake.

Almost all the boats around the Huxin Pavilion were bombed, and only a few escaped by luck, but Bai Zeti had already prepared a boat in the middle of the lake, and it was very tiring to cross the river only by light work.

There was a small boat in the middle of the lake, and the two women stood at the bow of the boat and looked at the explosion and fire in the direction of the lake pavilion a little dazed, until they saw Bai Ze flying over, and then rowed over happily.

"Little pot pot, did you win or lose?"

"Little pot, what's going on over there. ”

Hearing such a shout, who are they if they are not Hu Yi and Zhu Juan?

Bai Ze fell to the boat and didn't speak, he looked in the direction of the firelight, sighed, watched, and looked at it for a long time, he saw a white-clothed sword fairy in the air, and several cannonballs flew with one sword......