The scattered passers-by on the street evacuated the scene as soon as possible, showing a high quality of disaster resistance and emergency resistance.

From this point of view, the reactions of these passers-by are also quite in line with the background of "Yingzhou's Hades for three years".

The bodyguards in front of Zhang Guangmu were originally a little panicked.

After all, according to the information that the Xuan Immortal Group has obtained so far, those ancient celebrities who call themselves [Ancestral Spirits] and have returned from the long river of history should have been dead for a long time, and even their corpses were completely decomposed, but the fact is that they are ......

They are strengthened by the Stygian Body, which produces a certain qualitative change, and there is no real weakness.

Even if the head and heart are blown out, they can recover quickly.

These [Ancestral Spirits] are many notches stronger than the normal human beings who can only "borrow" and "accommodate" the Underworld Qi at present!

Based on this, considering that the man with the double knife on the other side is called "Miyamoto Musashi", the panic and uneasiness of the bodyguards become understandable.

The name of a man, the shadow of a tree.

After all, Miyamoto Musashi is a very famous swordsman in the entire history of Yingzhou!

Even so, when Zhang Guangmu gave an order, the group of bodyguards still reacted instinctively.

Holding the explosion-proof shield in one hand, they quickly pulled out the pistols they were wearing, and pointed the muzzles of the black hole at Miyamoto Musashi, a great swordsman who had been dead for hundreds of years, opened the safety, and pulled the trigger violently.

Boom! Boom! Boom! ……

Miyamoto Musashi was surrounded by Morimori's pitch-black ghostly aura, and the double knives in his hands were dancing rapidly, almost unable to splash water.

The blades collided with the bullets, creating layers of sparks and a blazing rust.

Bite! Bite! Bite! ……

One bullet after another was slashed to the ground, and the bodyguards were so stunned that they almost forgot to continue to pull the trigger for a while.

As early as three years ago, they witnessed Zhang Guangmu dodging bullets with his unparalleled eyesight and swift pace against the rain of bullets.

Because of this, they followed the old path of Luo Zuan, fanatically worshipped Zhang Guangmu, became his most loyal supporters, and won the position of "pro-guard battalion" at all costs.

Three years later, Miyamoto Musashi, who incarnated as the [Ancestral Spirit], slashed bullets with two knives, shaking their three views again.

I had long known that the [Ancestral Spirit] was many times stronger than the [Soul Qi Container], and could only rely on firepower to suppress and repel it, but it could not be completely killed.

But it was only now, looking at the bullets all over the ground, that they really understood how unreasonable such a thing as [Ancestral Spirit] was!

The eyes of this group of bodyguards looking at Miyamoto Musashi were not only fearful, but also a little more longing and yearning - they also wanted to become such a powerful [Ancestral Spirit]!

"Compared with more than 400 years ago, the fire guns in the world are much stronger in terms of firing speed and power."

Miyamoto Musashi lowered his head, looked at the potholes on the double blades, and couldn't help frowning: "However, after I became an [Ancestral Spirit], compared to my life, I am more than ten times stronger!" ”

"These toys can't hurt half of my hair at all!"

"It's just a ridiculous projectile made of gunpowder, how can it be compared to the [Ancestral Spirit Body] that has been tempered by the Dark Qi?"

As he spoke, a pitch-black air flow flowed down his arms and landed on the twin blades.

So......

The twin knives, which had been tattered by the slashing bullets, also quickly recovered to their original state, becoming intact and shiny.

"Miyamoto Musashi came here today, just to take the head of [Divine Throne Peerless] Zhang Guangmu, to make a name for himself, and announce my return!"

This is indeed Miyamoto Musashi's only goal.

He didn't say it very clearly, but one thing, whether it was Miyamoto Musashi or the person standing behind him, was very clear.

[Ancestral Spirit] not only needs the spirit of the underworld, but also needs fame!

"Underworld" and "name" are the most intuitive factors that determine the strength of an [ancestral spirit]!

However, in the face of the powerful ancestral spirit Miyamoto Musashi, Zhang Guangmu only raised the corners of his lips, showing contempt: "That's it? ”

"I've seen too many people like you who have swollen faces and become fat."

"If you really want to be as powerful as you say, then don't go back!"

"Keep shooting, don't skimp on bullets!"

In the round of bullet rain just now, Miyamoto Musashi did take the lead and snatched the manifestation section that he had thought of a long time ago, and he did get out of the limelight, but ......

Others didn't notice, but Zhang Guangmu saw it clearly - after the round of confrontation just now, Miyamoto Musashi not only did not close the distance, but kept retreating.

Hearing this, the wall of bodyguards, which had been vaguely shaken, stabilized again.

They noticed that the distance between Miyamoto Musashi and this side has now been stretched to about twenty-five meters!

This shows that their fire strikes are effective!

Miyamoto Musashi noticed the change in the momentum of this group of people, and couldn't help but look at it, and the black smoke clouds around him became more and more dense and condensed: "[Ancestral Spirit] is far stronger than humans, you ......"

Boom! Boom! Boom! ……

Gunshots!

The bodyguards of the Xuanxian Group, who don't talk about martial arts, no longer give Miyamoto Musashi time to force Lai Lai.

They all know that among the four famous novels, their boss's favorite is "Water Margin".

What kind of drama of reporting the name of the person who came up before the battle is the routine of "Romance of the Three Kingdoms"!

[Xuan Xian Group] never fights alone!

This group no longer saves ammunition.

For a time, the gunfire was like muffled thunder, and the bullets were like a torrential rain.

Miyamoto Musashi gritted his teeth, his concentration was highly concentrated, and he desperately cut down the bullets fired by the bodyguards, feeling extremely unhappy.

Zhang Guangmu's slack and relaxed appearance and not taking himself in his eyes is simply the biggest insult to the martial artist!

But then again, the other party's Xuan Immortal Group is really generous!

Even if it is these bodyguards, each of them is a master of the [Second Qi] level!

If they are ordinary people, even if they are [One Qi] level Immortal Qi holders, their reaction speed and eyesight are not enough to compete with themselves, even if they are holding hot weapons, they will be found flawed and killed directly!

Pity......

There are no ifs in the world.

The Xuanxian group is rich and talented, and Zhang Guangmu is such a boss who will not be stingy with his subordinates.

Boom! Boom! Boom!

Quickly slashing down three oncoming brass bullets, Miyamoto Musashi's face was fierce.

Turning into a [Ancestral Spirit] is not an existence that these mortals can speculate!

Even a peak powerhouse of [Five Qi] like Zhang Guangmu would be easily crushed by any ancestral spirit!

Miyamoto Musashi was well aware that he was sixty-two years old when he died.

Now he is summoned in the form of [Ancestral Spirit], and looking at his appearance, he is about thirty years old and in the prime of life, but he is just ......

His eyes occasionally bloomed, showing the vicissitudes and calmness that did not fit his appearance.

Give up the habit of fighting as a living person, as long as you learn to exchange the results of the battle with insignificant "injuries", you will be able to achieve a decisive victory in the fight to the death!

"Musashi Upanisha: Two Days First-Class! Gun reverse! ”

Miyamoto Musashi held the sword in his right hand and the small knife in his left hand, and staggered the two knives in front of him, slicing off bullets one by one, and rushing forward.

The so-called [Gun Anti-Mystery] is actually imitating Sasaki Iwaliu's killer move [Yan Hui].

However, Sasaki Iwaru is a dead man, first of all, he is not famous enough, and secondly, his bloodline and heirs are cut off and he has not been able to turn into an ancestral spirit.

Therefore, the final interpretation is in the hands of Miyamoto Musashi.

Change the name, and the mystery belongs to him!

After all, after turning into a heroic spirit, he is really incredibly strong, and he is simply invincible in the world!

The real name of [Wushuang] should not belong to a non-Yingzhou person, it should belong to him Miyamoto Musashi!

Boom!

A bullet that was never intercepted landed on Miyamoto Musashi's body, knocking off a small piece of his body.

But no blood was shed.

At the wound, only black smoke diffused.

Miyamoto Musashi's body froze for a moment, and then continued to rush forward!

Twenty meters ......

Fifteen meters......

10 meters ......

Closer, closer!

The bodyguards also began to panic a little.

"Zhang Guangmu! I'll take your head! ”

Miyamoto Musashi's voice just fell, but it happened to be opposite to Zhang Guangmu's eyes.

From Zhang Guangmu's eyes, he read the emotion called "banter".

In a trance, Miyamoto Musashi noticed out of the corner of his eye that many bright red points of light suddenly covered him.

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