lethal arsenal

Chapter 49 One-legged bronze man! (A chapter will be added from time to time)
Bang bang bang!
The long guns fired in a neat volley, sparks spewed out from the muzzle.

The hot lead bullet, dragging the golden red tail flame, slammed into the two women, brightening the night sky for a while.

To Lin Dong's surprise, the fierce and ruthless posture of the Holy Mother of Wudang was just a show?
While she was about to pounce, she stepped on the ground and swept towards the west.

Cui Yingying seemed to have known the mind of being a virgin, she followed closely behind, and there was a burst of gunshots, but it was in vain.

The huge saber in Ma Xinyi's hand trembled, leaving the Holy Mother of Wudang alone, and went straight to cut it at Cui Yingying.

There is a saying in Ma's art of war: This is called attacking and defending, attacking the weak first and then attacking the strong.

The Madonna of Wudang was caught in the trick, and had to go back to defend one or two. The bronze figure passed to the side, bang bang, and the saber groaned crisply.

The muscles on Ma Xinyi's arms were knotted like dragons, and the veins bulged. He took a deep breath, the blade trembled uncontrollably, and the huge force rebounded by the bronze man was swallowed by him without retreating even half a step.

It was also because of the shortening of the distance and the arc-shaped slash of light that there was a bloodstain on the cheek of the Holy Mother of Wudang, and the skin was torn apart.

"sharp."

The Holy Mother of Wudang rubbed the scratched wound with her fingers, her eyes turned scarlet.

"If you are caught without a fight, you may not be able to take it lightly..."

Before Ma Xinyi finished speaking, suddenly, his brows twitched a few times, and a sense of fear arose in his heart. Suddenly, a huge beast in front of him opened its bloody mouth and waved its minions.

He had a warning in his heart, and he held back his own three-point pace.

"Cui Yingying, I was originally entrusted by Marshal Tianfu to escort the Northland Spear King. I didn't think Liu Qianglin was a disappointment, but he was tricked and died early."

"If I can get you out, it will be regarded as fulfilling the friendship between the saintess of the White Lotus Sect and Maitreya, but... it won't work right now, poor nun wants it! It's going to be a massacre! Run away if you can!"

This Madonna of Wudang spoke very loudly, a one-legged bronze spear weighing more than 200 Jin was as light as nothing in her hands.

She held the Qimen weapon in one hand, and the one-legged bronze figure was spinning in her palm.

Ma Xinyi was startled.

Under the pressure of the strong wind, large and small stone particles flew up.

"Stop her!"

Ma Xinyi's face changed, and he was waiting around, but he didn't want to grab a chance.

"Good guy, is this Kai Wushuang?"

Lin Dong boasted of such courage, even he couldn't do it.

The surrounding soldiers fled in all directions, bang bang bang!The lead bullets were fired one after another, and the one-legged bronze man swept across, splashing sparks all over the sky, but it was a single lead bullet that missed.

Still, it's not scary.

The Madonna of Wudang ran into the flock of sheep like a tiger, and slammed into the spearmen, Ma Xinyi's eyes turned red instantly.

Musketeers are different from other soldiers. It took a lot of effort to train a few.

What is especially important is that these precious guns, the equipment of the Qing court are all first-class in the world, mainly because the Qing Dynasty is rich.

However, the Taiping Army did not collect many guns after each battle.

Chen Yucheng, the majestic king of England, only had two or three thousand long guns in his hands. The most difficult part was that these guns were not easy to maintain.

Moisture-proof, waterproof, fire-proof and rust-proof, these are troublesome, and special gun oil must be applied regularly.

These more than 100 guns are the maximum authority that Ma Xinyi can obtain from the King of England.

To some extent, it is the half lifeblood of the old horse.

People can be raised after death, but if the firearm is damaged, it will be a disaster.

Ma Xinyi gritted his teeth, even though he knew that the opponent was using a method of killing one thousand enemies and harming himself eight hundred, as long as the time passed, he could slowly kill this person... But he still had the courage to cut the saber into the terrifying vortex.

Sometimes the battlefield is like this. Some things, knowing that they are bad, have to be done, must be done.

Because if you don't do it, the result will only be worse.

Future replays may feel stupid at the time, but in that situation, the best solution is often made.

Pfft!

A long knife was twisted by the bronze man, the tip of the knife was shattered, and the broken three-inch tip was directly inserted into the face of the gunman next to him, blood spattered everywhere, "Ahhh!" The musketeers screamed.

The appearance of the other unlucky ones was even more appalling, being gently scraped by the whirlwind, bone scum, flesh and blood, shattered ears on the head, and... eyeballs that popped out of the sunken eye sockets?

In short, scattered and scattered blood mist flew up.

Lin Dong resisted the urge to fight, he really wanted to fight this nun for a while.

His nature was full of warlike blood, Ma Xinyi gritted his teeth, and slashed into the whirlwind with a knife. There was an ear-piercing metal whine, and cracks burst open on the saber in an instant.

In addition to Chi You's training, Lin Dong still remembered the data he had detected when he used accessories and props to treasure the binoculars.

Ma Xinyi still has a powerful skill hanging on him.

Undetectable!

hold head high!
There seemed to be a roar of a lion, 【The lions split and cut each other! 】Using the knife to open and close, chopping and slashing, using long and long to strike far, both long and short, fierce and invincible, like a fearless lion.

This is an ultimate move evolved from Shaolin Lion Roar.

Barely counts... um...

Zuo Gong taught!

Back then when the monsters in the Yuan Dynasty were in trouble, Zuo Gong relied on the lion's roar to drive away the iron armored corpses raised by the eight monsters.

Ma Xinyi pondered over and over the technique of Lion's Roar's strength, and figured out a style of saber technique as a killer move.

The broken saber slammed into the one-legged bronze man with a cold air, and seemed to stop for a moment. Ma Xinyi's angry face met the nun's scarlet and bloodthirsty eyes.

The almost-broken saber was inserted into the gap between the head of the one-legged bronze figure and the folded arms.

The blade was slanted, and Ma Xinyi twisted it vigorously, gritting his teeth, blood oozing from his gums.

The Holy Mother of Wudang was so strong, but she wanted to pull out the one-legged bronze spear, but she couldn't pull it out for a while.

The two fought vigorously, and the weapons collided with each other, rattling.

No matter how hard it is to bear the saber!

Crack!
There was a big gap, and the broken pieces almost brushed Ma Xinyi's face.

At the same time, Ma Xinyi made a dirty trick, stepping on the military shoes hard, stepping on the monk's cloth shoes of the Holy Mother of Wudang, which can be said to be used for everything.

The Holy Mother of Wudang was in pain and cursed, "Thief!"

He opened his mouth and bit his lips and tongue, and spit out a bloody arrow full of energy.

Ma Xinyi had to raise his head to hide.

The one-legged bronze lance was drawn out, and the saber shattered into fragments in the next moment.

A thunderous explosion sounded on Ma Xinyi's arm, and the one-legged bronze man tapped it. Ma Xinyi parried with both arms, and swallowed the blood with a sweet throat.

He tightened his footsteps and leaped vertically, avoiding the combo range of the one-legged bronze man.

The one-legged bronze lance blew in the air, and the wind whimpered like a ghost crying and a wolf howling.

Lin Dong stared at the weapon in Wudang Virgin's hand with hot eyes.

He is full of superhuman strength, instigating this is no more domineering than some ghost's head beheading, much more domineering and mighty, as the saying goes, Delong and Wangshu, this is the kind of person he is.

As for Ma Xinyi's safety?
Lin Dong didn't think that the Virgin of Wudang could beat Ma Xinyi to death here, surrounded by officers and soldiers, surrounded by fierce soldiers.

It's not bad if the two witches of the Bailian sect can escape.

Anti-kill?

how is this possible.

The fight against Ma Xinyi just now suffered a lot, and it also showed the posture of losing by three points, but the problem is that this is a battlefield, not a ring.

As Ma Xinyi pulled back, there were several large nets mixed with poisonous blades around him, aiming at the hood of the Madonna of Wudang.

The swaying iron hooks and chains flew towards the Madonna of Nothing at the same time.

Lin Dong turned his head and took another deep look in Cui Yingying's direction.

After a little hesitation, he didn't care about that woman - life and death are up to her!
It has its own destiny.

Since the Virgin Mary is dragging her, Cui Yingying should be able to escape!
He licked his lips, his war-like eyes stared closely at the Virgin Mary below, ready to strike at any time.

It has nothing to do with Ma Xinyi's open-mouthed brotherhood. Lin Dong just has itchy hands and wants to enjoy the fun of fighting the one-legged bronze man.

　Three more!Today, it is a Sunday weekend benefit, it came a little later, I hope my brothers support the little author, thank you!

　　
　
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