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The dragon sparrow knife has risen, and it can no longer be turned to resist as before. Seeing the muzzle of the gun burst out again, Le Xisheng's heart was as calm as a cold winter lake, cold, solid, and without ripples.

A revolver with seven nests, all along in his anticipation.

Le Xisheng also understood that once he chose a one-foot distance blade battle, he would inevitably face a projectile close at hand. However, contrary to Tchaikov's expectations, there was no fear, no madness, and no killing intent on Le Xisheng's face.

What should be on the battlefield, he doesn't have it.

The moment Tchaikov pressed the trigger, he felt as if he was firing into the abyss. But neither Le Xisheng nor Tchaikov are extremely sure of one fact: nothing can stop these two projectiles.

One zhang distance, unless you are a heaven-level master who respects speed, you can't reach the realm of the Fire Cloud Evil God who grabs bullets with his bare hands.

The true qi of the body protection can't stop the bullet.

Le Xisheng's divine light naturally can't do it.

Tchaikov had fought with the Jiang family's heaven-level martial artists before, and although the final result was still defeated, at a distance of ten meters, Tchaikov intercepted the heaven-level martial artists with fourteen bullets for sixty-four seconds.

At a distance of ten meters, he intercepted a heaven-level martial artist for sixty-four seconds, which shows that even if the true yuan is restrained and leaky, the iron-skinned and copper-skinned heaven-level martial artist is unwilling to intercept bullets with his body, and it is also because of this contest that the Jiang family completely put down their hearts and cooperate with the government, and work hard to make great contributions to socialist industrialization.

The quality of the Jiang family's heaven-level martial artists is only mid-to-upper level in the world, in case of chaos in the world, even the heaven-level martial artists will have to fight, and the Jiang family will never have a chance. But if you completely digest such sharp weapons as guns, it doesn't take much, and 10,000 firearms troops are enough to win in the field, then the possibility of the Jiang family winning the world will be greatly increased.

Although not everyone can shoot every bullet at the vital point of the human body like Tchaikov, which makes a heaven-level martial artist have to avoid it, ten gunners can compare to one Tchaikov, right? Ten Tchaikovs, a hundred gunners besieged a heaven-level martial artist, can they kill the latter?

The latter possibility made Jiang Yuan, the head of the Jiang family, think about it, so even if Chen Wan tried his best to discourage the slowdown in the supply of resources and let the family slowly digest and understand the technology of the Red Turban Army in Qiandao County, Jiang Loan still insisted on relaxing the transaction without restrictions, and a large number of labor materials entered Qiandao County.

Minister Han of the Ministry of Strategy told Jiang Loan that if you take your time, the firearms unit will not take shape in ten years. Ten years, how many decades are there in life? Jiang Kuo naturally didn't know how much effort the government staff and a large number of psychologists had made to make him let go of his vigilance against Qiandao County, infinitely expand his ambitions, and slander his loyal minister Chen Wan.

As a family with the government's key strategy, Jiang Kuo could not know that within a hundred meters of himself, every servant was either an earthling who was replaced, or a phantom person who was bought by the government, from the bottom to the top of the family, every elder, every one of his children, and even every wife and concubine had more or less received gifts from the Red Turban Army.

Every action and decision of Jiang Loan has been expected by the government.

He is transparent.

And this time Tchaikov's battle was the first message conveyed by the Red Turban Army to the world. The government hopes that more families will participate in their plans, and a gunman with his own multi-level strength can snipe and kill a prefecture-level strength general, how much impact will this have on the family?

This will be a demonstration to subvert the world, and the Red Turban Army will officially appear in the eyes of the family that monopolizes the world's resources with Tchaikov!

The only question is whether Tchaikov can burst out the most brilliant fireworks on the stage that the princes pay attention to and the center of the world!

In fact, Tchaikov has already done it.

Yingding and the princes all heard about the power of the 'hidden weapon' in Tchaikov's hand, although they knew that there was once a military general who was killed by Tchaikov with a hidden weapon, but they only thought that Tchaikov's unprepared plot would definitely be slightly inferior on the battlefield.

But just four meters away, Yin and Tchaikov's several battles finally made them pay attention to the generals of the Red Turban Army. Two tiny projectiles abolished Yin's right hand, forcing him to throw away the Glaive Knife, which can be regarded as earning back the face of the Eastern Army.

More people naturally thought that this secret weapon was so sharp, if it fell into my hands......

In an instant, countless eyes focused on Ma Lie, who was light and breezy.

However, the thoughts outside the battlefield cannot affect the life and death in the center of the battlefield at all!

Two unspeakable muffled noises reached Tchaikov's ears, and his heart was ecstatic!

Hit.

The muzzle of the gun was aimed at Le Xisheng's chest, whether Le Xisheng was left heart and right lung or right heart and left lung, Tchaikov was sure that he would be able to penetrate his heart!

As a sharpshooter, Tchaikov's bullets can be blocked, but they can't be dodged!

In fact, Le Xisheng didn't dodge either, a distance of one zhang, within a stone's throw of it, what's the point of dodging?

But his dragon sparrow knife still fell!

Collarbone, sternum, ribs...... With a swing of the knife, the leather armor on Tchaikov's body was equal to nothing, and the internal qi that had been cultivated for a month was meaningless, and the heart-rending pain made this sharpshooter who had been in the army for many years snorted, but his eyes widened.

He was going to watch the death of the opponent in front of him.

As long as Yin dies under his gun, then Tchaikov wins.

He is a resurrected pawn whose sole purpose is to show the world the power of the Red Turban's firearms. In Tchaikov's heart, the ending of the same end is not bad.

And yet what did he see?

Two bullet holes.

Not in Le Xisheng's chest.

Rather, it was on his right arm.

Then in Tchaikov's shocked eyes, the wound on Le Xisheng's arm slowly solidified and coalesced, two bullets were squeezed out, and the cracked tiger's mouth was restored to its original state.

Tchaikov was stunned, and then smiled bitterly.

In the duel between them, both of them played an information war.

Tchaikov's hole cards have two lives, seven bullets, and even have the will to fight with the same fate from the beginning.

And Lexisheng has too many hole cards, and using karma to heal physical injuries quickly, although it will consume life, can be of great help in battle. The crushing of strength, coupled with the asymmetry of information, caused Tchaikov's attack to be a futile suicide.

Seeing the desperate look in Tchaikov's eyes, Le Xisheng shook his head and waved the Dragon Sparrow Knife in his left hand.

The head flew up, and the blood on the neck soared out a foot high, making the necks of the princes watching the battle chill.

At this time, the sound of war drums quietly stopped, and quietly lost its echo like Tchaikov's life.

The princes and Yingding just watched Le Xisheng walk back to the ancient army formation step by step, picked up an ordinary war horse, first looked at the direction of Fengtian to see if there was a messenger galloping over, sighed, and looked at the quiet Eastern Army military village.

"Next." (To be continued.) )