The Myriad Worlds Gu Zun

Palace City.

Zhou Ming was walking on the road to Nohara Momonosuke's bedroom.

After only a few days, he walked on this road again, but the feeling was completely different from the last time.

The palace at night was even quieter, and it could even be called dead silence.

In Zhou Ming's previous life, the palace in the drama was also brightly lit at night, with imperial guards patrolling and on duty everywhere, and the guards were strict. He didn't see anything here.

But it doesn't matter. Zhou Ming sneaked in secretly hiding from others. Before he saw the real owner, he didn't want to kill.

That's right, Zhou Ming's purpose of appearing in the palace was to kill Nohara Momonosuke!

Although Nohara Momonosuke might die at any time, Zhou Ming didn't want to wait any longer. He wanted to kill Nohara Momonosuke as soon as possible and end the world's number one samurai conference as soon as possible and go home.

Anyway, his son Tokugawa Sasaka was killed by him, and it was reasonable and kind to send them to reunite father and son, right?

Zhou Ming felt that he was indeed the world's number one kind person.

Following the route he took last time, Zhou Ming had no problems all the way until he came to the bedroom of Momonosuke Nohara, where his steps suddenly stopped.

Looking at the hundreds of guards in front of him, who were standing in a neat line, ready to fight, Zhou Ming finally understood why he hadn't seen anyone along the way.

Good guy, they were all waiting for him here!

"Mr. Zhou, you're here as expected."

A man wearing a full set of red samurai armor and a Prajna demon mask on his face stood at the front of the team, looking at Zhou Ming with a complicated look.

"Mr. Pingchuan." Zhou Ming smiled and nodded to him.

Hirakawa Daisho's entire face was covered by the Prajna mask, and no expression could be seen on him, only his eyes were not blocked. Even his voice was a little muffled because of the mask.

"Breaking into the palace late at night, Mr. Zhou, are you going to kill the king?"

Hirakawa Daisho tried to make his voice more indifferent, but the slight tremor still exposed his uneasy heart.

"Nohara Momonosuke should die too. What's the difference if he dies a few days earlier?" Zhou Ming chuckled.

"Baga!" Behind Hirakawa Daisho, the warriors shouted in unison, the sound waves rolling, shaking the doors and windows.

"Mr. Zhou, you disappoint me so much." Hirakawa Daisho slowly drew out the long sword from his waist and pointed it at Zhou Ming, his voice full of heartache and determination.

"Before I die, I will never let you step into His Majesty's bedroom!"

"Kill!"

Hirakawa Daisho shouted loudly, raised his sword and rushed towards Zhou Ming. Following his movements, hundreds of guards behind him shouted and rushed towards Zhou Ming.

In the open field, hundreds of people rushed together, the momentum was just like a mountain and a sea. Ordinary people would be greatly shocked by the spirit just by facing it, and they had no courage to fight at all.

Zhou Ming also did not choose to fight head-on.

Just kidding, hundreds of people surrounded him, squeezing people so hard that they couldn't move, and couldn't stretch their hands and feet. There was no other end except death.

In the previous battle at the Tokugawa Dojo, Zhou Ming also used a grenade to clear a path and escape before the enemy completely blocked him, otherwise, he would have died there as well.

Zhou Ming quickly retreated while dragging a machine gun out of the flower bud Gu, wrapped the bullet chain around his arm, and grinned at the hundreds of people in front of him, his smile grim.

Da da da da da da da da da da!

The trigger was pulled, and a dazzling tongue of fire spurted out of the muzzle. The shells were thrown wildly from the side, and countless bullets poured out, forming a shining metal rainbow!

At a distance of dozens of meters, a 12.7-caliber bullet would break the arm if it hit the arm, the leg if it hit the leg, the waist if it hit the stomach, and half of the skull if it hit the head would explode like a watermelon!

Every warrior hit by a bullet would be immediately blown away four or five meters by the powerful kinetic energy, and the place where the person was hit in mid-air would explode into a ball of blood mist.

Blood, flesh and broken bones flew everywhere, broken limbs and broken internal organs were scattered everywhere, and the firing rate of nearly 600 rounds per minute ensured that no one could get close and no one could escape.

Armor, shields, bunkers, everything lost any meaning under the heavy machine gun's strafing. The continuous pouring of bullets roared wildly, tearing everything into pieces.

When the roar of the machine gun stopped, the huge open space had turned into a purgatory on earth, with blurred blood, flesh, broken bones and internal organs on the ground, and a disgusting bloody smell filled the air.

Among the hundreds of guards, only a few lucky ones had their hands and feet broken, and they met their own death in the crazy blood. Most people died on the spot. They were lucky, at least they had less pain.

"Ah, no bullets." Zhou Ming shook the machine gun with a hot barrel and threw it back into the flower bud Gu.

Then, he took a step, stepped on the blood and flesh on the ground, and continued to walk towards Nohara Momonosuke's bedroom.

"Stop!"

A beast-like roar sounded behind him. Zhou Ming looked back in surprise and saw a figure completely covered in blood struggling to stand up from a pile of broken corpses.

"Hirakawa Daisho." Zhou Ming narrowed his eyes, and his heart suddenly became extremely curious.

There were several obvious dents on the bright armor on Hirakawa Daisho's body, which were the marks left by bullets hitting the armor.

But how is this possible?

The kinetic energy of the heavy machine gun, the 12.7mm bullet, penetrated the steel plate!

How did this armor made with backward forging technology block the bullet?

Moreover, how did his internal organs withstand the powerful kinetic impact of the heavy machine gun bullet?

Could this armor also disperse the impact of the bullet?

Zhou Ming stared at Hirakawa Daisho with deep excitement in his eyes and asked, "Where did you get this armor from?"

Hirakawa Daisho did not answer Zhou Ming, but raised the long sword in his hand again and pointed it at Zhou Ming.

"Don't even think about stepping into the bedroom before I die! Kill!"

Waving the long sword, Hirakawa Daisho rushed towards Zhou Ming again.

The pistol slipped from Zhou Ming's left sleeve, and he shot at Hirakawa Daisho repeatedly in his hand, but Hirakawa Daisho swung the long sword in his hand and chopped it one by one.

Whether it was Hirakawa Daisho or Tokugawa Yamato, it was not difficult to split the pistol bullets when their swordsmanship reached their level. The fat chef in the previous world could do it.

"Trouble." Seeing Hirakawa Daisho approaching quickly, Zhou Ming did not continue to shoot, but drew his sword again to block the sword that Hirakawa Daisho chopped down.

"Do you want me to chop off your head with my own hands?" Zhou Ming asked.

"If you can do it, then come on!" Pingchuan Dazheng roared, slashing at Zhou Ming frantically with one knife after another.

Zhou Ming kept resisting Pingchuan Dazheng's slashing, knowing in his heart that Pingchuan Dazheng had lost his mind because of his anger.

He slashed so hard that his physical strength was quickly consumed, and he couldn't hold on for long.

A warrior who is no longer calm, even if he can suppress the enemy with blood and courage for a while, will eventually be defeated as long as he can't quickly resolve the battle.

Just as Zhou Ming was about to suppress Pingchuan Dazheng when his physical strength was almost exhausted and let him calm down, a strong sense of crisis suddenly struck his heart.

Zhou Ming didn't think about it, and drew his sword and jumped to the side.

A loud noise came from the direction of the bedroom behind him.

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