"He, he killed foreigners...... He is not afraid of foreigners' revenge......"

"What is he afraid of, don't you see that he is invulnerable, and he can't be killed with foreign guns............"

"It's over, it seems that Foshan can't stay anymore............"

............

On the street, many gang figures watched Ning Buqi go quickly, their faces showed misery, these people who fight and fight every day and lick blood from the knife edge are more aware of the horror of foreigners than ordinary people, not only the ships are strong and the guns are sharp, but also the retribution, the oppression of China by the great powers is actually no different from their usual oppression of ordinary people, it is nothing more than ruthlessness, and when they resist, they will fight to the death, and those who are beaten and oppressed dare not resist.

Therefore, these guys are extremely aware of how the powers will react if Ning Buqi kills a few foreigners now.

On the side of the street, Huang Feihong staggered out of the store, Ning Buqi was too ruthless before, even Huang Feihong couldn't fully carry it, at the end of the street, Pork Rong came quickly with the people of the militia just saw Huang Feihong's figure and immediately walked to him.

"Ah Rong, find someone to take Aunt Thirteen to leave Foshan temporarily, so that the brothers of the militia can prepare and help the people of Foshan escape from ......Foshan at any time."

Huang Feihong looked at Pork Rong and slowly spoke, then looked at the direction where Ning Buqi disappeared, and jumped out with a trace of fear in his eyes, he was not afraid of Ning Buqi's kung fu, but afraid that Ning Buqi would kill and attract foreigners to bombard Foshan, as the head of the Black Cavalry Huang Feihong has seen the power of foreigners' artillery, it is definitely the power that can easily turn Foshan into ruins, Huang Feihong is afraid of seeing his hometown turn into ruins, and see the lives of his hometown ruined, and unfortunately now what Ning Buqi is doing is going in this direction。

"Congratulations to the host for obtaining 500 special faith ......"

The figure moved forward quickly, and suddenly Ning Buqi heard the sound of the system's machinery sounding again.

Inexplicable hint, the corners of Ning Buqi's mouth slowly showed a smile, he was almost certain that this was from Huang Feihong's special belief, and he could even think of why he came, this Confucian man would never be afraid or worship anything because of himself, but he would easily fear and worship because of the life and death of others.

A good person, but not suitable for this era.

Shaking his head secretly, Ning Buqi didn't think much about it, at this time, he deducted the one hundred points of special belief for the promotion of the full-level iron cloth shirt, plus this harvest, there are a total of one thousand one hundred and fifty points of special faith, which is not much, but it should be enough for the time being, and the next thing he needs to deal with seriously is the British general, which is related to his future plans.

Although the iron cloth shirt that has been upgraded at the full level is enough to compete with the musket, it has not reached the point where it can really be completely ignored, just like Huang Feihong against ordinary thugs, even if he is hit a few times by those thugs, it doesn't matter, but if there are hundreds or thousands of thugs at once, then it doesn't matter how many hits are made, it has to become 'related'.

The figure ran quickly along the roof, and soon, the figure of the admiral and the British general on the roof of a building in the distance appeared in Ning Buqi's eyes, far away, the British general was staring at him fiercely, and the admiral next to the British general was standing in fear, it seemed that if the British general was not still there, this guy would have fled in embarrassment.

Suddenly, the feeling of extreme palpitations appeared, which was more intense than when he was aimed at by the musket before, Ning Buqi subconsciously exerted force under his feet, and the roof he had just stepped on instantly cracked.

“fire......”

The familiar shouts of the foreigner musketeers before firing sounded, and in the next second, a thunderous sound sounded, and several shells came quickly in the direction where Ning Buqi was.

Cannons, these British even pulled out cannons.

Ning Buqi's figure fell from the roof into the house, above his head, most of the roof was destroyed by cannonballs in an instant, the broken masonry and broken roof beams fell with the sun, Ning Buqi rolled and quickly threw the two men and women curled up in the house with the two children to the corner of the house.

"Hide, it'll be over soon......"

With a low roar, Ning Buqi quickly jumped out, took down the door of the house and carried it to the street.

“fire......”

As soon as he arrived on the street, the sound of foreigners firing had already sounded again, and suddenly a storm of bullets had come towards Ning Buqi.

“no............”

Not far away, the British general on the roof looked at the Admiral arrogantly, and said with great confidence that no one could resist the soldiers of the British Empire, neither gods nor demons.

“yes......”

The Admiral looked at the street that had almost been beaten into a pile of ruins in a cold sweat and bowed down to the British general, with a flash of surprise in his eyes with fear, the groveling to the Great Powers has lasted for decades, and the Manchu Qing Dynasty has fallen from the dream of the Heavenly Empire in the morning, Cixi even said the words of Ning Ning and friends and not domestic slaves, so it is nothing for the Admiral to grovel in front of the British general, as long as the death of the Han man who made him feel that his life was threatened is a great joy, as for the streets being beaten into ruins, what does it have to do with him。

"#特码的, the cost of house repairs, street repairs, mental damages, how much compensation should LZ ask for for the people on this street to get enough worship and faith......"

On the street, Ning Buqi stared at the wide wooden door, although the dense bullets could not be stopped regardless of the wooden door or his full-level iron cloth shirt, however, fortunately, the characteristics of this era, the wooden doors of normal houses are all solid wood, and this is Foshan, the deformed prosperity is also prosperous, the people who live in the city, the materials of the houses are naturally still exquisite, this wooden door is not right except for the size and shape, but in terms of defense, it is not inferior to the shield wrapped in iron.

When the bullet passed through the wooden door, not to mention penetrating his defenses, even the skin of the iron cloth shirt was helpless.

Of course, Ning Buqi did not dare to try to resist the cannonballs with the wooden door, and in the face of bullets like a torrential rain, Ning Buqi kicked the ground under his feet, and jumped out of more than ten meters at once, and after two steps, he had already crashed into the British soldiers lined up.

The heavy wooden door was instantly crossed by Ning Buqi, like an unbelievable broadsword cut through fiercely, and the nearest more than ten British soldiers were immediately cut off by the waist, and then the wooden door broke the tendons of the British soldiers who were a little farther away, and then Ning Buqi kicked on the edge of the wooden door, instantly turning the wooden door from a broadsword into a super huge hidden weapon, and directly bulldozing the British soldiers in one direction.

“GOD............”

“satan............”

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"Congratulations to the host for earning 316 faith ............"

"Congratulations to the host for earning 422 faith ......"

"Congratulations to the host for earning two hundred and ninety-seven faith ............"

The frightened shouts of the British soldiers God and Satan sounded in the system, but unfortunately the British soldiers themselves were not many in number, and after Ning Buqi's massacre, there were only a few dozen people left, but the faith value provided was not much.

However, at this moment, Ning Buqi did not care about the fearful beliefs of these British soldiers, and his eyes looked at the rooftop, where the British generals and Manchu admirals were fleeing in terror.