"Receiving the same order and hunting the same person doesn't mean that we are in the same group."

A man with a long knife in his hand, wearing a hat, looked at a man in his thirties and said:

"That kid Xiao Hei believed that his swordsmanship was exquisite, and he couldn't wait to jump out and want to eat alone, but he didn't want to give his life in vain."

"Little Black didn't die in vain."

Another man who looked nearly forty years old and held a pair of short knives said:

"At least, I tried out the reality of this kid."

"This son's kung fu is average, and he can hardly do any effective response in the face of Xiao Hei's swordsmanship, so he can only wait for Xiao Hei's sword moves to be exhausted and reveal his flaws."

Another tall and thin young man in his twenties, holding a long sword in his arms, said coldly:

But this son wears soft armor, and his chest, abdomen, and back are afraid of being invulnerable, so he has no fear. They must attack their throats, faces, and limbs. ”

"The trick has also gotten better."

In his early forties, a tall and burly man slammed a cooked copper stick to the ground, making a muffled sound, and the blue bricks on the ground burst in response:

"But I'd love to know how many more muskets you can hide on you."

Shen Lang smiled, simply threw the Yanling knife on the table, and spread his hands:

"I'm full of weapons, do you want to try it?"

"Weapons all over the body? Then you have to learn from your boss Mu Qingxue first, and get a big piece to cover yourself tightly from neck to toe! ”

The young man with the long sword in his arms said coldly.

"Don't be careless. Let's go together, even if he really has a musket hidden on him, the four of us join forces, and he won't have a chance to shoot. ”

The man with a pair of short knives said.

"How is the bounty divided?" The man in the hat asked.

"Deuce." The strong man with the cooked copper stick said.

"Where's that invulnerable soft armor on him?"

"Whoever gives him a fatal blow, the soft armor belongs to whomever he wants."

A few people were talking to you, and I was saying a word, when Shen Lang suddenly frowned:

"You're starting to talk about how the loot is to be distributed? So sure when I'm dead? ”

"You're already dead."

The strong man who made the cooked copper stick said, his right foot retreated as a lunge, the flat-ended copper stick, and the head of the octagonal angular shape of the stick was pointed at Shen Lang, and he made a gesture, and said in a deep voice:

"As the saying goes, the hammer is invincible. I shot and killed, and no one ever took my three sticks. You are still young, and I will not bully the small, as long as you can take me a stick, I will ......"

Before he finished speaking, the copper rod and copper head suddenly spewed out a flying needle as thin as a cow's hair, and shot towards Shen Lang with a crackling head and face.

At the same time, the man wearing the hat took off the hat and threw it with force, and the hat spun and flew out, and a circle of thin blades like shark teeth popped out from the edge, slashing from the side to Shen Lang's neck like a knife wheel.

The young man with the long sword in his arms, like a cold and arrogant swordsman, opened his mouth and spit out, and three flying nails flew out, and the zigzag flew to stab Shen Lang's face.

The man with the double short knife raised the double knife horizontally, aimed it at Shen Lang, pressed his fingers on the hilt, and the tip of the short knife shot out two jet-black waterlines with a pungent smell, and shot towards Shen Lang.

"It's all old cowards, and the first guy to use a sword is a stupid stunned young man!"

Shen Lang sighed in his heart, and with a lightning-like pinching of the seal in his right hand, dense cyan points of light flashed in the flat sky around his body, instantly turning into a blue whirlwind, encircling him from head to toe.

That nonsense wasn't a waste of time.

Shen Lang had already taken advantage of the opportunity of the nonsense to secretly complete the casting preparation of the "Wind Shield".

Spells can now be activated instantly with a single pinch.

Although the "Wind Shield" is only a nine-rank spell, even if it is activated by the cultivation of a nine-rank monk, it can still exist for half a quarter of an hour. The defensive strength can bounce arrows and lose flow bullets, resist musket bullets fired directly from ten steps away, and can blow the full strength of the seven-rank martial artist with one blow, unloading about seventy or eighty percent of the strength.

After that, every time the monk cultivates a grade, the duration and defense of the "Wind Shield" will be slightly increased.

With Shen Lang's spiritual power, which is now equivalent to that of a seven-rank Dao warlock monk, the "Wind Shield" can last for ten minutes, and its defense is so strong that it can not be afraid of his two heavy muskets at close range, and it is also completely immune to the attacks of seven-rank martial artists.

Now.

Whether it was the bull hair flying needle launched by the strong man with a cooked copper stick, or the sharp blade of the hatholder, or the flying nail spit out by the young swordsman, and the venom shot by the pair of swordsmen, it fell on the layer of swirling green whirlwind around Shen Lang's body, and suddenly it seemed to hit the copper wall, and they bounced away, none of which could break through the defense of the wind shield.

Seeing this situation, the four of them changed color:

"He's a Taoist monk, not a martial artist!"

"The information is wrong, go quickly!"

With the cultivation of these four people who are only seven grades, in the face of a Taoist monk, without knowing his specific grade, the wisest way to do it is to make a decision immediately and retreat immediately.

The slightest hesitation can cost lives.

These four people are not the kind of stunned green, as soon as they saw Shen Lang casting a spell, they immediately did not hesitate, they flew off the table in front of them and smashed it towards Shen Lang, and they used the table to block Shen Lang's sight, and retreated backwards as quickly as possible.

They didn't dare to turn around and run away, and gave their backs to Shen Lang.

Because in front of a Taoist monk, once he turns his back to the other party and can't observe the other party's spell in time, he may not even have a chance to escape.

However, Shen Lang did not stand on the spot with the wind shield against them as they expected.

He kicked the ground with the soles of his feet, and under the explosion of huge force, cracks broke out of the blue bricks on the ground, and his body used this huge force to bounce out like a cannonball, and his hands were pinched into tiger claws, and with a wave of his claws, he grabbed a table flying in front of him to smithere.

After that, without pause, he smashed through the flying pieces of wood, and rushed down the mountain like a tiger, and rushed to the strong man with the bronze stick who flew back towards the door of the inn in one step.

He has a second-order agility enhancement, even if he doesn't have martial arts, with the agility given by the enhancement alone, the speed is not inferior to that of a seventh-rank martial artist.

What's more, he now has the martial arts cultivation of the first seven grades, and he has also practiced the light skills of the Divine Capture Hall taught by Mu Qingxue, the strong man with the bronze stick said that he was facing him and retreated backwards, that is, he turned his back to him and ran forward with all his might, and he was also caught up by Shen Lang in three or two steps, and there was no room to escape at all.

Seeing that Shen Lang rushed in front of him in just one step, the strong man with the copper stick oozed cold sweat on his forehead, and when the boy hole shrank suddenly, he burst out with all his strength, and waved the cooked copper stick vigorously, sweeping thousands of troops to force Shen Lang back.

But the deep waves against the wind shield did not dodge at all, and let the cooked copper stick that could open the monument and gravel hit his waist.

Peng!

With a muffled sound, the air flow was agitated, and the cooked copper rod only shrank slightly from the whirlwind surrounding the sinking waves, and then bounced away with all its might.

When Shen Lang was hit by the copper rod, he had already grabbed the strong man's throat with one claw, and as soon as the tiger claw tore it, his throat was torn apart.

After that, Shen Lang didn't look at the strong man with the copper stick, threw a piece of minced meat in his hand, and the soles of his feet cracked the green bricks, and flew out diagonally, like a hungry tiger predatoring, chasing the young swordsman.

When Shen Lang left, the strong man with the cooked copper stick threw down the copper stick, covered his throat with blood soaring, ho ho twice, fell down weakly, and fell to the ground again.

Soon, under the strong man with the copper stick, a pool of blood overflowed......

When the strong man with the bronze stick covered his throat and rushed to blood, Shen Lang had already stepped in front of the young swordsman.

The young swordsman also shrank as a child, and immediately opened his mouth without thinking, and three flying nails shot at Shen Lang's eyebrows and eyes in the shape of a zigzag. At the same time, the long sword was unsheathed, and a sword slashed towards Shen Lang's neck.

Shen Lang smiled, did not dodge or dodge, the tiger's claws roared like a tiger's roar, and he buckled the throat of the young swordsman.

At the moment of life and death, the young swordsman suddenly lowered his head, his chin was pressed against the mouth of the Shenlang Tiger, and under the explosion of survival potential, he used his chin to get the Shenlang Tiger's claws and couldn't tear it for a while.

However, Shen Lang smiled, flipped his left hand, and showed a heavy pistol, the muzzle of which was directly against the young swordsman's forehead, and a shot exploded the young swordsman's head.

Well, the bones are getting more and more proficient at loading now.

Pistol loading is more convenient than rifle, and it doesn't take ten seconds to reload the small bones.

Pulling the pistol back into the space and handing it to Xiao Gu to reload, Shen Lang pushed down the corpse of the young swordsman, and then turned around and rushed towards the pair of swordsmen.

At this time, the double knife man had already retreated to the wall, and with a single arch of his back against the wall, he smashed the wooden plank wall.

But before he could withdraw from the hole in the wall, Shen Lang had already rushed to him.

The pair of swordsmen saw the fate of the strong man with the copper stick and the young swordsman, knowing that the Shenlang Wind Shield was not broken, and any attack was in vain, but when the Shenlang Tiger Claw roared and grabbed it, he still instinctively swung his knife and slashed, a pair of short knives slashed more than a dozen times in a blink of an eye, swinging a dense knife net.

Then Shen Lang resisted the wind shield, broke through his knife net with both claws, grabbed his head and twisted it with force, and with a snap, the head of the double swordsman was twisted one hundred and eighty degrees.

The last hat-taker, at this time, had broken through the wooden wall, exited the inn lobby, and finally turned around, ran wildly, and ran three or five feet away in a few steps.

Shen Lang saw that he had run too far, so he quickly pinched the trick and recited the mantra, stretched out his hand, and a transparent cone-shaped ripple flew out of his fingertips, and in a blink of an eye, he shot ten zhang away, catching up with the hatster, and shot him through the front and back of his chest with a pop, bringing out a cloud of flying blood mist.

The initial power of the Jiupin Dao technique "Finger Archery" is equivalent to that of a military musket. The higher the monk's rank, the more powerful this technique becomes.

With Shen Lang now equivalent to the spiritual power of a seventh-grade monk, a finger archery technique, if a sixth-grade martial artist is not guarded, he will be shot through.

The hatsman stumbled and fell to the ground, and crawled on the ground for a while before he breathed in despair.

Looking around at the main hall that was in a mess and full of corpses, Shen Lang sighed softly:

"When I killed an iron waste Zhao Mengshan, I had to work hard. Now it is effortless to kill five experienced killers of the seven grades of martial arts in one go......

"If I were just a simple martial artist, with my cultivation of the seventh rank at the beginning, I would barely be able to protect myself and escape with a suit of armor. If it is just a simple Taoist monk, killing these people will cost a lot of spells.

"But now it only took two spells to kill all the assassins...... The double cultivation of law and martial arts is really sharp! ”

Although these five killers are not as extravagant as Zhao Mengshan, they are soft armor and talismans, but the experience, strength, and reaction of these five killers are much stronger than Zhao Mengshan.

Even so, under today's Shen Lang's hands, he is still vulnerable, and he will be strewn to the ground in a blink of an eye.

The point is that Shen Lang hasn't used many spells yet - he only has one Eight-Rank Dao Technique now, and he can only cast it six times a day. There are also four Nine Rank Dao Techniques, each of which can only be performed seven times a day.

Although the number of spells cast is quite large, the problem is that not always you can destroy an enemy every time you cast a spell. When encountering an enemy with stronger martial arts, faster reactions, and a shield on his body, he may have to cast spells several times to eliminate one person.

And in this inn, although there are only a few killers, God knows if there will be more killers next.

Spells can be spared in case of the unexpected.

Shen Lang didn't sigh much, and immediately began to clean up the battlefield. After a careful search of the bodies of several killers, I didn't find anything good, and I couldn't find a few silver dollars. But from each killer, a sketch portrait was found.

These sketches are undoubtedly portraits of Shen Lang. not only painted his appearance as if it were a photo, but also painted his radiant and heroic temperament.

"Good painter!"

Shen Lang praised the sketch portrait:

"If you paint me so like, you must have seen me with your own eyes. And those who have a grudge against me and are still alive after meeting me seem to be the woman in the black dress who is suspected of being Mrs. Zhao and her subordinates, as well as Li Ying and the female Ren under the ghost Wang Dong.

"Coupled with the fact that they know I can sense the killing intent and gaze...... So, the portrait should be from Mrs. Zhao's side, and the killer was also hired by her? ”

After groaning for a while, Shen Lang searched the upstairs and downstairs of the inn, the front hall and the back yard.

Surprisingly, no one was found.

Including the man who fed the horse before, and the man who led him into the main hall, all disappeared without a trace. I didn't find any characters like the innkeeper.

"Was it killed by a killer and hid the body? Or is it ...... Those guys were all killers in the first place? The reason why I don't have killing intent is because I'm as good at restraining my emotions as the guy who delivers tea, or is it ...... Treating killing people as a pure business, and they don't need to do it, they only fight on the periphery, so they don't have the killing intent against me? ”

When I was thinking about it.

Outside the gate, there was a sudden sound of hurried footsteps, followed by a team of uniformed catchers hurriedly broke in, and saw Shen Lang and the corpses all over the ground, the team of catchers suddenly changed their faces, as if facing a great enemy, swords and guns were raised, aimed at Shen Lang:

"No wonder I heard gunshots here, it turns out that there are really murderers here! We are Yunya County Arrest Fast, you murderer still don't put down the murder weapon, just arrest it! ”

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