The violent sword fairy pushing the world

Chapter 70 Sir, times have changed

Shen Lang's appearance was astonishing, especially when he chopped bullets with a sword, whether it was Meng Hao or the other disciples of the Vajra Sect, the pupils couldn't help shrinking.

Can you achieve this level at the peak of the third rank?
"Presumptuous, Shen Lang, who do you think you are? You are not a near-death, but a ten-death. We haven't looked for you yet, and we didn't expect you to come to our door. Since you want to die, then we will fulfill you .”

"Brothers, put on your equipment!"

Meng Hao sneered, if Shen Lang wasn't here, then their group of warriors who didn't even have a third rank would indeed not be Shen Lang's opponent, but this is the Vajra Gate, their headquarters.

Guns, there are.

And what they just moved was small arms.

Of course, this is not used to deal with Shen Lang, it is a sledgehammer to kill a chicken, but since it is such a coincidence, it is not a bad idea to let this murderer experience the changing times.

After Meng Hao finished speaking, the Vajra Sect disciples who were carrying the boxes in twos took out a pistol from the box one after another, and all aimed at Shen Lang.

On their faces, there was a mocking grin.

Third Grade, they are not opponents.

But in front of more than a dozen guns, the third grade can only be slaughtered.

"Which one of you will go up and inform my father and several elders, and the rest will be targeted. Shen Lang, you are indeed rich in blessings, but you have no blessings to enjoy. In this way, hand over your horizontal martial arts and cultivation resources, and we will As the son of the headmaster of the Vajra Sect, I have some power, I can only kill you and not harm your family."

"But if you are stubborn, don't blame us for being cruel."

Meng Hao looked at Shen Lang triumphantly, his face was full of confidence.

On the other side, Shen Lang, who was pointed at by more than a dozen pistols, was also slightly taken aback. For the first time in his life, he felt that this group of people did not talk about martial ethics.

We are all warriors, it's nothing more than boxing, blood, and swordsmanship, but they even hold guns.

Guns, murder weapons too.

More than a dozen pistols, big murderer.

Even he felt extremely dangerous in the face of this situation.

But in his mental journey, he was not worried about his life, but felt that he was really not the protagonist.

If this were to be the protagonist, the Vajra Sect would forcibly become a sect without modern guns, and at the same time, as soon as he said provocative words, these villains would give him heads without thinking, and make him pretend to be flying rise.

Maintain a calm posture in the killing.

When it was his turn, the group of people not only had guns, but more than a dozen guns in a row. The duel between warriors turned into a stage that showcased the charm of modern technology.

He punched an adult's force, but was threatened by this group of fighters who didn't even have a third rank.

Could this be the protagonist's treatment?

"No, the pretentious words have already been released, wouldn't it be embarrassing for me if I admit it?"

While thinking about it, Shen Lang looked resolute.

This is forced, even if he pretends to be hard, he still has to pretend.

Then he quietly stared at the dozen or so people surrounding him in front of him, and said coldly:

"The so-called narrow escape means that all of you are dead and I am alive."

Hearing that Shen Lang dared to speak harshly, everyone laughed.

Meng Hao, in particular, smiled and his face became extremely gloomy: "Very well, since that's the case, when we arrest you, we will invite your relatives and friends here one by one in a very friendly manner. I don't believe that by that time, you His mouth is still as hard as it is now."

"Hit me, as long as you don't hit the head, you can shoot as you please."

Meng Hao gave the order immediately.

"Hahaha, it's rare to have the opportunity to shoot a third-rank peak."

"Brothers, let's see who's the first to hit him in the fifth leg."

"That's a good suggestion. I'm good at marksmanship, so it's not difficult to hit the fifth limb."

Amidst the bantering laughter, the group of Vajra Sect disciples fired without hesitation.

Bang bang bang bang!

In the next instant, a dozen or so bullets carried huge kinetic energy and hit Shen Lang's lower abdomen, limbs, chest and other positions.

Shen Lang's pupils shrank, and the method of refining gods was fully opened. His perception reached an astonishing level. The bullet that was originally at an astonishing speed gradually slowed down in his eyes, and then he split it with a sword.

Clang, pop, clang, clang, clang, clang!
The sword light roared wildly, blood surged, Shen Lang felt like using a two-handed sword with the one-handed sword, while sensing the trajectory of the bullet's flight, while holding the sword to split, for a while, Shen Lang became smoother and smoother.

He just felt that even if there were twenty more guns, he would not be afraid at all.

Just a little itching.

Like being pierced by something.

Take a closer look, oh, it's a bullet embedded in the skin.

He was shot.

It looked like he was shot seven or eight times.

No wonder he always felt that something had pierced his skin, and it turned out to be a bullet.

As everyone knows, the dozens of Vajra Sect disciples who shot and killed Shen Lang felt that their worldview had collapsed.

What did they just see?
More than a dozen guns fired together, not to mention 90.00% of the bullets were blocked, the bullets shot could not penetrate the monster's skin, and only remained on the surface of the skin, as if glued to it.

The only serious part is the arm bone that was pierced by two gunshots, but the injury can be seen red, and it can even be seen that the red spot was about to bleed, but the next moment, the spot that was about to bleed The wound, fucking healed, and ejected the bullet.

monster.

This is a monster!

"It actually made me break my defense. I originally planned to convince others with virtue, but you are not worthy."

Angrily throwing away a bullet, Shen Lang dropped the sword in his hand, and shouted angrily.

boom!
With a bang, the marble under his feet sank, pushed by the violent reaction force, Shen Lang leaped like a tiger descending the mountain, and in a blink of an eye came to the nearest disciple of the Vajra Sect.

The strong wind was blowing towards his face, and Shen Lang's strong figure blocked his sight. The disciple of the Vajra Sect was frightened to death. He raised his arms while roaring, as if he wanted to continue shooting.

"Little... ah!"

But in the eyes of Shen Lang, who had opened the Qianyuan Burning Blood Dafa and the God Refining Dafa, his speed was too slow, even slower than a snail.

When the disciple's arm had just been lifted halfway, Shen Lang snorted coldly, and his big palm-like hand grabbed his right hand holding the gun first. , all twisted like a twist.

Immediately afterwards, Shen Lang stretched out the five fingers of the other hand, like an eagle catching a chicken, and clasped the face of this Vajra Sect disciple with a palm-like hand, blocking all his screams back into his mouth, and then Lift him up.

This disciple was physically strong and was nearly 1.8 meters tall. However, in front of the vicious Shen Lang, when he was lifted up, he was like a little chicken, without the slightest resistance.

"Shoot, I'll fucking shoot him in the head, I don't believe you can't die with a headshot."

Bang bang bang bang!

At this time, seeing Shen Lang rushing out of the encirclement, Meng Hao finally reacted, and immediately ordered the remaining Vajra Sect disciples to keep shooting regardless of life or death.

Before the gunfire rang out, Shen Lang had already lifted the disciple's body in his hand as a shield, and charged violently in the direction of the gunfire.

Under the hail of bullets, the Vajra Sect disciple who was used as a shield in Shen Lang's hands was immediately beaten into a sieve, but this did not stop him at all, and in the blink of an eye, he appeared in front of a Vajra Sect disciple who shot at his lower abdomen.

The wind was blowing, and the shadows were shrouded.

Behind the meat shield, Shen Lang condensed all his energy and blood, and slapped down the disciple's head with a palm that turned into overwhelming force. Into half the chest, horrible.

Shen Lang didn't stop, he stepped forward with one step, setting off a vicious noise, he rushed to a disciple three meters away who also wanted to shoot him in the lower abdomen, and punched him right in the head.

This disciple also didn't have time to react, his eyes went dark, and he was hit on the forehead by a fist. Under the iron fist, his entire face was almost sunken, and while his body was swept upside down by the huge impact, he knocked over several people in succession.

Before his body fell to the ground, his energy exploded, the air exploded, and Shen Lang threw down the meat shield in his hand and fled away like lightning.

Shen Lang sprinted forward, using the group of disciples as cover, and charged furiously, like a tyrannosaurus rushing into a group of sheep. When the remaining ten or so disciples were unable to aim at the first time, even a trace of resistance Not at all, under Shen Lang's powerful force of more than a thousand calories, he would die if he touched it, and he would die if he rubbed it.

boom!
Ten seconds later, Shen Lang caught up with the last Meng Hao who was terrified and backed away in fear, and grabbed the back of his head like a devil's claw, grabbing his head and giving a slight lift along the inertia of running forward.

Shengsheng brought up Meng Hao's whole person, and then...

There was a slam on the hard marble floor.

Bang!
Meng Hao was like a silicone doll at the mercy of others, crushed to the floor by Shen Lang, his head rubbed violently against the ground, and blood spattered.

"Ahhh, you're finished, you're finished, kill my Vajra Sect disciple, and when my father and all the elders come out, they will surely tear you apart. At that time, your family and friends will also be buried with you!"

Meng Hao roared inarticulately, trying to grab something, but under Shen Lang's overwhelming hands, he couldn't grab anything.

He could only yell and curse in excruciating pain.

"You... have no chance."

With a faint sound, Shen Lang's pressing hand slightly increased.

(End of this chapter)