The moment Rossi jumped off the wall, more than a dozen muskets were aimed at him at the same time.

Everyone has reservations, no one will really run out of bullets, even if the person in front of them runs out of bullets, as a guard around the nobles, they will leave bullets. After all, their duties are different from those in front, the warriors in front, they need to annihilate the enemy with powerful firepower, and the guards in the back, their task is simply to protect the nobles around them.

More than a dozen black holes pointed their guns at him, and it was definitely unrealistic for Rossi to say that he was not afraid at all, even if he had experienced death once, he was still very afraid of death. It's just that this fear will give him the courage to face any difficult situation.

A dense burst of gunfire rang out, and at the moment of the sound, Rossi threw out the two pure white swords in his hand, and flew out with a scythe that whirled like death, and some of the guys in front of him who were holding long swords and ready to attack were cut in half. At the same time, he raised his arms to cover his head. The body was shaken, and the pace of progress was stopped, and even fell backwards to the ground.

The nobleman who turned around and ran a few steps looked back and breathed a sigh of relief, the pressure that Rossi had put on him just now was really too great. Where had he ever seen such a scene, living in the incomparably beautiful city of the imperial capital, pleasure was what he needed to do. He laughed wildly, and killed Rossi, and Prince Heinsis would be very happy, maybe he would be able to get a marquis or hereditary viscount.

Rossi has always been a high-ranking enemy in the Heinsys aristocratic group, he is the spokesman of the Church and the blade in the hands of Prince Fabio, and getting rid of him is equivalent to cutting off one of Prince Fabio's fingers.

But in the midst of his wild laughter, Rossi, who had fallen to the ground, slowly stood up, and the soldiers around him moved away in shock.

Can you still not die after being shot so much?! What are you kidding?!

Rossi's left arm was hit by a bullet into the ulna, breaking directly from it, and the bullet also took a lot of flesh and blood, revealing Mori Bai's bones. The broken ends of the broken bone fragments punctured the little muscle tissue, leaving it exposed. He was also shot twice in the right arm, but fortunately he did not hurt the bone. The other bullets hit him in the chest and between his waist and abdomen, and the white cloak was dyed scarlet, and blood dripped down the corners of his skirt.

He spread his arms apart and glanced at his left arm, which had lost his combat ability, his eyes red.

At that moment, he smelled death.

Stretching out his right thumb and brushing it lightly across his cheek, a wound the thickness of his little finger turned outward, the wound that had been torn after the bullet had pierced his right arm.

Hurt!

He spat and spat bloodshot, with at least three bullets stopping in the lobes of his lungs, a tearing pain in his chest with each breath, and a slight feeling of being out of breath.

Careless!

Rosie is still too big and too impulsive.

Fortunately, his healing technique had a miraculous effect, and the wounds on his body quickly healed, which also allowed him to recover a lot of combat effectiveness.

At this time, he was like a demon who had come back from the dead, covered in blood, but he was not dead.

Many people saw the blood bursting from his body, but why didn't he die?

When people are confronted with something they don't understand, their first thought is to avoid it, because they are afraid.

They really couldn't understand why a person couldn't survive a dozen shots, and those powerful animals like small mountain bags, such as war elephants, had to die even if they were shot a few times, so why could Rosie not die? They didn't know or understand, so they were afraid, so they were afraid, so they didn't want to face him.

At this shocking scene, Rosie broke his twisted left arm back, and a layer of cold sweat broke out on his forehead. He flicked his arms, two white lights lit up at the same time, bent down and kicked his legs hard, waving his arms at high speed, crushing some enemies in front of him into pieces!

The road is paved with blood, and there are dead souls on both sides of the road!

The sharpness of the pure white blade can't even be stopped by steel, let alone a human body?

The guards then woke up, but Rossi had already rushed in front of them. Before their trembling hands could reload their ammunition, white light flashed in front of them, and they all lost control of their bodies and were brutally divided into several sections.

The aristocratic leader was scared out, and his crotch was hot, but this temperature did not bring him a sense of security, his eyelids were beating wildly and uncontrollably, and he took a few steps back and turned around and ran. But how could he outrun Rosie? Rosie's strength has reached 1.8, and the powerful explosive power and speed are not at all something that the nobles who are just starting out at this time can escape.

Two white swords suddenly pierced his chest and appeared in front of him, crossed and horizontal, he wanted to look back, but his body lost control.

It must be a hallucination, and if it really hurts, why doesn't it hurt?

He smiled so ugly that bean-sized tears slipped from the corners of his eyes, opened his mouth wide, and coughed up a mouthful of blood.

The two tips of the swords in his chest suddenly stood up and jerked upwards, and he immediately fell, fell to the ground, and saw Rosie. Like a demon god, Rosie stood behind him in the dark night, under the moonlight and lights.

Behind?

There was a headless corpse in front of Rossi, and most of his entire chest was missing, except for half of his shoulders, along with his neck and head.

The clothes are so familiar, but where have you seen the jewelry on the chest?

He persevered, the resisters tired, and in the darkening vision, Rosie walked over, lifted his foot, and stomped on his head.

Everything, all quiet.

There was a crisp sound, and a long sword fell to the ground uncontrollably, and the owner of the long sword trembled, he took a few steps back, turned around and ran. In an instant, the team that originally had extremely high morale collapsed in an instant, not because they were cowardly, not because they were cowardly, but in the face of this inhuman force, they simply did not have the slightest desire to fight.

This is not a monster that people can destroy at all, and fighting with this kind of person is purely because he thinks his life is long.

After a group of enemies in the courtyard were slain, but no one came out of the crack in the courtyard to replenish it, Hano and Alexander rushed out with long swords, and in the moonlight, they looked at Rossi dumbfounded.

His white cloak was red with blood, and he held a pure white sword pestle on the ground, and beside him was a headless corpse, his head bowed, his scarlet eyes visible through his golden-brown sweat-soaked and tangled hair. The corners of his mouth were slightly upturned, revealing a few white teeth, which made people feel horrified on this night.

He was like a demon crawling out of hell and mocking the world.

Hano was shocked, he threw away the weapon in his hand and ran over, "Master Rosie, are you injured?"

Rosie glanced at him, "You think I'm in good shape right now?"

Hanoh laughed, "You still have the strength to scold me, which means that the situation is not too bad." ”

Alexander also walked over, with a deep awe in his eyes, "You're so foolish. ”

Rossi leaned on him with Hano's support, "We must break the walls of the palace as soon as possible, otherwise we will not have a good time after today." He looked at Hano, "What about the little widow?"

"Sent away. ”

Rossi looked at Hano's carrot-like fingers and closed his eyes, "You tama be careful for me, don't let me toss to death." ”