Seeing the seven people disintegrating in the air for no reason, falling into pieces and dying, but Shen Lang didn't even move a finger. The Ronin warriors who followed up and the Nanhai Sect disciples were shocked and stopped in their tracks.

However, the two disciples of the Nanhai Sect who were charging the most fiercely were unable to stop and crashed into the deep waves. Their bodies were instantly torn apart, and their flesh and blood were scattered on the ground.

Until this time.

Through the tiny droplets of blood suspended in the air, everyone could barely see clearly that several transparent silk threads as thin as hair were laid out three feet away from Shen Lang's body, intertwining with each other to form a network.

Although this net is not dense, and the "mesh" is even large enough for a group of people to pass through it, if you don't notice it in advance and jump straight up, you will only be smashed into pieces in this sparse net.

"Damn it, it's Wu Ben's 'Shadowless Silk Blade'!"

Mrs. Zhao gritted her teeth. She hired the archer Wu Ben at a huge price. Of course she knew something about this man's abilities, so she said sharply:

"This silk blade is afraid of fire, so burn it with fire!"

But before everyone could light up the torches, Shen Lang had already flicked his finger, and a small firework flew out from his fingertips and landed on the ground at his feet. Then he heard a burst of chissing sounds that quickly spread in all directions.

Listening to the chaotic and rapid chissing sounds and smelling the rapidly spreading smell of gunpowder smoke, Qianxueji's expression changed slightly:

"Gunpowder fuses? No less than ten! There are mines, retreat!"

As he spoke, he tiptoed slightly and flew backwards like lightning.

The remaining four Ronin warriors and disciples of the Nanhai Sect also used their physical skills to retreat quickly, but they were still a little slow.

There was a flash of fire, and deafening roars and explosions sounded one after another.

Shen Lang was five feet away, and twelve explosion points exploded one after another. Huge flames shot up into the sky, illuminating a hundred-foot radius. Gravels and lead shot shot wildly, sweeping out a shrill wail.

Twelve consecutive barrels are too powerful.

Even Shen Lang himself was affected.

No, not only was he "affected", strictly speaking, he was the one who was hit the hardest.

Although he was about five feet away from each explosion point, he was in the center of the twelve explosion points and had not mastered the "directional blasting" technology. The power of the twelve consecutive barrel explosions was more than what he had suffered.

There were many others, and there were flames enveloping the gravel and lead pellets from all directions.

However, since Shen Lang dared to lay such a trap and stood in the center of the trap as bait, he was naturally confident of being able to withstand this wave.

When the explosion occurred, Shen Lang rolled off the boulder and fell to the ground. While protecting Xiao Zhao under the boulder under his chest, he tightly covered the back of his head and neck with his palms.

Without the cover of big rocks, he only had to bear the impact of the explosion from the front and both sides.

As soon as he finished this action, the "Wind Shield" on his body began to sway crazily, like a candle in a strong wind, and then collapsed with a pop.

Although the blast shield's defense is strong and can even deflect a fifth-grade warrior's sword energy, its endurance has its limit.

Under the violent impact of the flames and the bombardment of gravel and lead pellets, the blast shield absorbed part of the flame impact and deflected a small amount of the gravel and lead pellets. After the blast, it finally exceeded its endurance limit and collapsed.

But Shen Lang had been prepared for it. Just as the wind shield collapsed, he only spat out a spell, and there was another flash of green light on his body, and another blast shield appeared.

There was only less than a second of gap between the two blast shields.

During this gap, although there were a lot of gravel and lead pellets hitting him, Shen Lang could rely on the second-level skin enhancement, the second-level bone enhancement, and the two armors of golden silkworm armor and cross-thread armor.

Did not suffer any serious injuries.

His arms, legs, butt, and head, which were not protected by a double layer of soft armor, were severely beaten a few times, but they only suffered some flesh injuries.

Of course, it is inevitable that clothes will become tattered.

The explosion came quickly but also went away quickly.

The second blast shield has not yet collapsed, and the stage of maximum explosion power has passed.

Shen Lang didn't wait for the smoke and flames to dissipate before he jumped up, jumped through a mesh, and rushed into the messy crowd like a tiger descending a mountain.

When the explosion occurred, there were nearly thirty Nanhai Sect disciples and four Ronin warriors near various explosion points.

Although they were distributed in all directions, unlike Shen Lang who almost withstood the explosion of twelve consecutive barrels, they were closer to each explosion point and did not have any armor on their bodies.

Even if they were at least a sixth-grade cultivator, their reaction speed and damage-bearing ability were far stronger than those of lower-third-grade warriors. Almost all of them fell to the ground before the explosion, or covered their vitals in time, but they were nowhere near the explosion point.

It was too close, and the explosion yield was too great. Two Ronin samurai were killed on the spot, and seven or eight Nanhai Sect disciples were killed alive.

Those who were left alive were injured.

The only thing that was light was that some gravel and lead shot were embedded in the body, and the body was covered with blisters, but it was still barely strong enough to fight.

The more severe cases include missing arms and legs, or the chest, abdomen and back are covered in blood and flesh, and they can only lie on the ground and roll around trying to survive.

But even the lightly wounded soldiers, whose limbs were still intact and whose vital organs were intact, had their eardrums buzzing at this time. It was as if a gong and drum shop had opened in their minds. They were all dizzy, staggering, and could not stand upright.

Before they could recover, Shen Lang had already broken through the smoke and rushed towards them.

Holding a flintlock pistol in each hand, he swept up to two Nanhai sect male disciples who were trying to stand upright with their swords on the ground. He hit the two men on the forehead with both guns and pulled the trigger mercilessly.

The two men were shot in the head with just one sound.

Then he took a diagonal step towards another female disciple of the Nanhai Sect. During the flight, he put the two empty pistols into the space and replaced them with two pistols that had already been loaded and opened the hammer——

Shen Lang originally only kept two heavy pistols and dozens of flintlock rifles in his space. But before, the eight fake detectives in the inn contributed nine more flintlock pistols to him.

Therefore, even if Xiaogu is not in the space at the moment and cannot help him reload immediately, he still has enough muskets available.

Peng!

There was a gunshot, and the female disciple of the Nanhai Sect was shot in the temple and fell to the ground without saying a word.

It was already agreed beforehand that there would be no show of mercy in a life-and-death battle, so Shen Lang naturally kept his word. Regardless of whether you are a man or a woman, we are all equal.

Peng Peng's gunshots continued, and Shen Lang was like a ruthless hunter, riding on the smoke and flames, quickly plundering through the crowd, and reaping the rewards with his guns. In the blink of an eye, he killed the last two Ronin warriors and six Nanhai sect disciples.

There are only a few Nanhai Sect disciples left who are slightly injured.

These slightly injured Nanhai Sect disciples finally managed to regain their ability to move and began their counterattack.

But it's all in vain.

A female disciple of the Nanhai Sect, with half of her face charred and covered with blisters, gritted her teeth and stabbed Shen Lang with a sword. She had deep internal strength and superb swordsmanship. The sword actually pierced the wind shield and fell on Shen Lang.

——Shen Lang's current blast shield is completely immune to any attack from a third-level warrior.

But for attacks of level 6 and above, it can only deflect the hidden weapons, palm power, sword energy, sword energy and other long-range attacks launched by them.

The current blast shield is not completely immune to the close-quarter stabs of warriors above level six.

But despite this, the female disciple's sword blow with all her strength also eliminated 60 to 70% of the strength of the blast shield.

With the martial arts of this female disciple of the Nanhai School, if her opponent is just an ordinary lower-level third-level warrior, her sword, even if it only has 30 to 40% strength left, is enough to stab him to the core.

But the problem is that the armor on Shen Lang's body is too thick.

It finally broke through the blast shield and stabbed him in the heart, but was blocked by the overlapping golden silkworm armor and interlocking silk armor sewn together. It didn't even have a chance to test the strength of his skin and bones, and it stopped outside his underwear.

Shen Lang had no expression on his face, and in the desperate gaze of the female disciple of the Nanhai Sect, he shot her in the face.

While killing this female disciple, two male disciples of the Nanhai Sect howled and swung their swords from behind her at the same time. Two sword lights, one on the left and one on the right, drew two fierce sword arcs, and penetrated the wind shield with a pop, slashing her.

To Shen Lang's neck.

They finally remembered that Shen Lang had armor on his body, and his chest, abdomen, and back were invulnerable, so they had to cut off his unarmored parts.

But the problem is that compared to "straight thrust", "slashing" encounters greater resistance.

Although these two swords forcibly cut through the wind shield, the speed of the slashing was suddenly reduced sharply, and the power was reduced by 70 to 80%.

The remaining 10% or 20% of his strength was not enough to break through Shen Lang's second-level skin-enhanced defense.

Shen Lang relied on his "spiritual warning" to judge that the two swords were not threatening. He didn't even dodge. He directly put on the last two heavy pistols. When the two long swords hit his neck, he stretched out his arms and pointed the muzzle of the gun.

Aiming at the chests of two Nanhai Sect disciples.

With two muffled sounds, two fine steel long swords struck Shen Lang's neck. The force-relieving energy strengthened by the skin first slipped, and the blades immediately deflected. When the blades landed on Shen Lang's neck, they barely

Two white marks were cut out, but even the oily skin could not be completely broken.

At the same time, Shen Lang expressionlessly pulled the trigger and made two loud sounds, opening a bloody hole in the chests of the two Nanhai Sect disciples.

The two Nanhai Sect disciples fell to the ground without saying a word and died without even kicking their legs.

At this point, Shen Lang finally fired all eleven flintlock pistols.

But he also had dozens of flintlock rifles.

When three more Nanhai Sect disciples howled and rushed at them with swords, Shen Lang spread out his arms and grabbed two flintlock rifles out of thin air, under his left and right ribs.

boom!

There was a burst of gunfire, and two Nanhai Sect disciples fell to the sky. Only a sixth-grade Nanhai Sect disciple raised his sword in time to block the position pointed by the gun muzzle.

Of course he couldn't see the bullet clearly.

Not to mention that in this night with only flickering firelight, even in broad daylight, a mere sixth-grade warrior would not be able to see clearly the trajectory of the bullet and block the bullet with his sword.

He just caught the direction of the gun and made a timely prediction.

This disciple of the Nanhai Sect was very lucky and had accurate predictions. He held his sword across his chest and used the ridge of the sword to deflect a lead bullet that was fired at his chest.

But before he could overflow with the joy of escaping from death, Shen Lang had already dropped his musket, flew forward, ran into his arms, and struck him right in the heart with an elbow.

Shen Lang used second-level agility and seventh-level entry-level cultivation to perform Shencatang Qinggong. His speed was faster than that of a sixth-level master warrior. He didn't react until the tip of his elbow hit the heart of the Nanhai sect disciple.
To be continued...