Seeing that the report was out of the Ming Palace, the people in the Daomen actually dared to make a move, and attacked Mr. Du with a sword, stabbing Mr. Du's horse to death.

Mo Jiu's eyes flashed, and without hesitation, he immediately shouted to Mr. Du, who had already risen from the horse, to retreat immediately.

At the same time, the extra iron lump in his hand was raised instantly, as if he had been rehearsed thousands of times, aimed at the Daomen young man who was about to collect his sword, and pulled the trigger.

"Boom!"

Accompanied by the flash of fire, a roar shattered the silence of the long street.

This sudden movement shocked the audience.

Whether it was Mr. Du, who was rising in shape and holding a sword that had not yet completely landed, or the people in the Daomen who were still rushing around, they all subconsciously froze, and their eyes shifted from Mr. Du to Mo Jiu in an instant.

But I saw that after Mo Jiu shot him, he didn't even look at whether he had hit the target, so he immediately turned around and rushed towards the side of the trail.

His speed is not slow, although he is not as good as a Dao disciple who can condense his internal qi and come and go lightly, but even if he is just running, the explosive power of his body is far beyond that of ordinary mortals.

Only at this moment when everyone stared, they only felt that he was quite a distance away from the direction where he was standing.

Of course, in the eyes of ordinary people, his speed would indeed be surprised, but in the eyes of the disciples of the Dao Sect, it was not surprising, almost everyone could do it, but his posture like a rat flying seemed very funny.

Whether it was a disciple of the Daomen or Mr. Du, who had just landed from the sky, they were all slightly stunned by his posture.

The young man of the Ming Palace, who was still iron-clad and heroic just now, and wanted to fight to the death, how could he have this posture in a blink of an eye, as if he was being frightened and burning his buttocks, and fled without regard to the posture......

This picture is naturally a little discordant, unexpected, and even Mr. Du's face has to flash a trace of unnaturalness.

However, at this time, the focus was naturally not on Mo Jiu's escape, almost everyone's pupils stared at the same time, and their eyes stared at Mo Jiu's waving arm as he ran.

No, to be precise, it was the half-arm-length iron lump in Mo Jiu's hand that was still holding.

"Is this the thing?"

The eyes of everyone present flashed with thought, after all, no one was an ordinary person, and the explosion just now was obviously a musket roaring.

The reason why people are hesitant and curious is because everyone has seen muskets, but they have never seen such a small thing.

"Shhh...... It's a musket, everyone beware of sneak attacks! ”

In fact, everything is too late and that is fast, and the real time from the time the gun is fired to this moment is just a breath away.

As the crowd looked at the musket in amazement, a roar with a voice of obvious pain and uncertainty rang out.

This voice broke the consternation brought by the roar just now in everyone's hearts, and everyone suddenly remembered the target of Fang Cai's bombardment at this time, and everyone in the Dao Gate immediately changed their faces and looked back at the young man who spoke.

Not far from the fallen horse, a young man with a cold sweat on his face was holding his right arm and getting up from the ground in a little embarrassment, with blood oozing from his fingers.

At this moment, his eyes were fixed on the young man who was still running, and the anger in his eyes was intertwined with the surging murderous aura.

He had no sword in his hand, and the sword was still trembling on the fallen horse, and it was obvious that Fang had just been struck suddenly, and he had no time to withdraw his sword before he could dodge away, but he was still wounded.

It's just that he couldn't hurt the vital point, but just looking at the injury on his right arm, you can see that he has a lot of kung fu, and it is difficult to use half of it at this time.

"Senior brother!" Some of the same people were shocked, but they didn't expect the junior brother to be really injured, so they immediately flashed over to support him, and exclaimed: "Senior brother, how is it?" ”

"It's okay, I didn't expect to be attacked!" The injured young man seemed to be extremely angry, gritting his teeth and popping out of his mouth, obviously his anger was not only that he was injured, but also that he had lost face in front of his fellow disciples.

Obviously, the other party is just a mortal, even if he is armed with a musket, he should not be injured with his skills, and even the weapon has been forced to be dropped, which makes the Taoist disciple who has always been high and regards mortals like ants be willing to bear it.

"Senior brother, don't let him run away, ...... Well? This person felt the gaze of the same family, and he was even more ashamed and indignant in his heart, at this moment, he just wanted to break Mo Jiu's body into ten thousand pieces, seeing that the person was still sprinting to escape, he hurriedly opened his mouth and said urgently to the senior brother who was supporting him.

However, before he finished his words, he suddenly had a surprise in his eyes: "Not good! ”

The fellow who was supporting him beside him, before he realized it, he saw that his junior brother's face was discolored and his mouth was not good, so he hurriedly raised his eyes and looked in the direction of his eyes.

Suddenly, I saw that Mo Jiu, who had fled in everyone's eyes, had already knelt on the ground at some point after pulling away from the distance, facing them, and the iron pimple in his hand had been raised again.

A cultivator is deaf and clear-sighted.

Almost immediately, he made the injured disciple change color, because he sensed that the muzzle of the gun was in an instant, and he was already firmly aimed at him.

The senior brother next to him also changed color at this moment, and his eyes suddenly sharpened, so bold that he dared to sneak attack: "You dare to ......"

"Boom!"

Almost as soon as his words came out, his pupils suddenly shrank.

A picture was reflected in the depths of his eyes, and at the moment when he spoke, Mo Jiu, who was half-kneeling on the ground in front of him, had a steady expression, the muzzle of the gun did not move, a spark bloomed clearly, and his ears roared......

Cultivators are naturally extraordinary, and for mortals, the projectiles shot by muskets can be dodged by human beings.

For those who can cultivate the Tao, if they take a breath inside, the reaction speed of the body is not ordinary.

When they couldn't do it, they were calm, this senior brother reacted almost subconsciously, his arm pulled his junior brother, his breath condensed, and his toes swirled lightly, already taking the side of his junior brother's body, avoiding the black shadow that was coming quickly.

At this moment, his eyes were also ruthless, he had clearly noticed that the shot just now was aimed at the eyebrows of the junior brother, if he wasn't by his junior brother's side, the junior brother who was already injured now, even if he might not be able to escape the vital point, I am afraid that there would really be danger.

The main thing is that this guy is too insidious, I thought he was running away, but who would have thought that he would dare to sneak attack again.

"Chase me and take him down!" In the moment of dodging the danger, before he could stand firmly, the senior brother was already roaring angrily.

Ming Wangfu people......

What about the people of the Ming Palace?

Just an ant, you want to kill them?

If he really knows the people of the prince's mansion, he can scare them, hum, it's just looking for death!

Even King Ming and his father didn't dare to kill them at will.

Not to mention King Ming!

I have to say that the temperament of the disciples of the Daomen is really cultivated, and they have been in the top of the mountain for many years, and there are too many cases so that they can be proud of the world, such as back then, two disciples of Shangqing Mountain attacked and killed on the night of King Ming's wedding, but the result was just that it was over, and the two disciples had already returned to Shangqing Mountain.

How can this not give them courage, even if the Ming King is indeed very terrible now, but in the end it is just a rumor, their master has never let them let go of their arrogance, and they are still maintaining the supremacy of the Daomen.

Another shot, still missed, Mo Jiu was not frustrated, this kind of result, he was already familiar with as early as the first day of gun practice, the reaction speed of the people in the Dao Sect can be restrained without a gun.

Therefore, he can accept it, and he will not lose his confidence in the face of cultivators.

He was still ready to continue to get up and run again, but at this moment, his eyes glanced towards Mr. Du's direction, and he found that Mr. Du was still there, still holding a sword, and had not yet evacuated.

His expression changed, and he roared again in his mouth: "Mr. Du, retreat!" ”

But he didn't want to, but his shout broke the tranquility of Fang Cai, and made Mr. Du appear in the eyes of the Daomen people again.

Even the people of the Ming Palace, they have to deal with it, not to mention the target this time, Mr. Du.

There was no further hesitation, for them, to act according to orders, originally the Ming Wangfu interfered, they might hesitate, but at this moment, a conflict has broken out, where do you think so much, their task is only to arrest people secretly, and other things are handled by their own mountain gates, but if they don't arrest people back, they will end up with an unbearable reputation from the elders of the division.

The key is that the Grandmaster seniors who followed secretly have not signaled until this moment, which already means that the action continues.

"Do it, be fast!" Someone let out a low shout, and everyone went into action.

"Wait!" On the one hand, Mr. Du held the sword in his hand, and his demeanor was still the same: "You don't have to worry, even if you don't come, Du will also be stationed in Huangting Mansion in Beijing, you don't need to move the people, if you don't believe it, you can go with me." ”

"Hmph, apostate, how can you be allowed to swagger!" There seemed to be a leader in the crowd who flashed straight towards Mr. Du, and his voice drifted indifferently in the wind: "Take it!" ”

"Okay, it's okay to take down Du, but Du always has to know where your Excellency comes from, and please report the mountain first!" Mr. Du's expression remained calm.

"Don't talk nonsense, if you don't want to suffer from that flesh and skin, it's best to be caught immediately!" Someone came back and forth.

"Hehe, I can't imagine that among the Daomen, there are really bold people who dare to think about the top ten famous mansions, Huangting Mansion. But I don't know what the value of Du is, and he can let Guishanmen capture Du even if he doesn't hesitate to make enemies with Huangting Mansion. "Mr. Du finally died, of course she was not stupid, nor naïve, she noticed the weirdness from the beginning, but after all, she didn't want to make any more mistakes.

After all, she is only here to stand in the capital, and she doesn't want the youth club to be leaderless, if she really wants to take her, the Daomen who handed over the favor to Huang Tingfu is blocking the way, and she doesn't want to grudge with them, so what if they get the favor of Huang Tingfu.

But at this moment, these people's behavior is obviously tired, which is clearly aimed at themselves.

The long sword in Mr. Du's hand was slowly raised, looking at the attackers, and his mouth was still shouting: "But Your Excellency is afraid that you underestimated Du, Du knew that Huangting Mansion was a dangerous place for Du, but he still dared to go up the mountain, did Your Excellency think that Du was looking for death?" ”