143, double cultivation of law and martial arts, invincible!
"We received the same order and hunted the same person, but it doesn't mean that we are in the same group."
A man carrying a long knife and wearing a bamboo hat looked at a man in his thirties and said calmly:
"Xiao Hei, relying on his superb swordsmanship, couldn't wait to jump out and want to eat alone, but he didn't expect that his life would be in vain."
"Xiao Hei's death is not in vain."
Another man looked at a man who was nearly forty years old and holding a pair of short knives and said:
"At least, this kid's falsehood has been tested."
"My kung fu is average. I can hardly make any effective response to Xiao Hei's sword skills. I can only wait for Xiao Hei to use up all his sword moves and expose his flaws."
Another tall and thin young man in his twenties said coldly with a sword in his arms:
"But this man is wearing soft armor, and his chest, abdomen, and back are invulnerable to weapons and bullets, so he is safe. We must attack his throat, face, and limbs."
"The tricks are getting better too."
The last one, a tall and burly man in his early forties, slammed a wrought copper stick on the ground, making a muffled sound, and the green bricks on the ground burst into pieces:
"But I really want to know how many more muskets you can hide on your body."
Shen Lang smiled, simply threw the Yanling knife on the table and spread his hands:
"My whole body is covered with weapons, do you want to try it?"
"Your whole body is covered with weapons? Then you must first learn from your boss Mu Qingxue and get a big cloak to cover yourself from neck to toes!"
The young man holding the sword said coldly.
"Don't be careless. Let's go together. Even if he really has a musket hidden on him, if the four of us join forces, he won't have a chance to shoot."
The man holding a pair of daggers said.
"How to divide the bounty?" asked the man wearing a bamboo hat.
"Equity," said the strong man holding the cooked copper rod.
"Where's that invulnerable soft armor he's wearing?"
"Whoever gives him a fatal blow will get the soft armor."
Several people were talking to each other, and Shen Lang suddenly frowned:
"You are now discussing how to distribute the spoils? Are you so sure that you think I am a dead person?"
"You are already dead."
As the strong man wielding the cooked copper stick spoke, he stepped back with his right foot to make a lunge, flattened the copper stick, pointed the octagonal tip of the stick towards Shen Lang, made a gesture, and said in a deep voice:
"As the saying goes, a general with sticks and hammers is invincible. I have tried to kill people, but no one has ever been able to take my three sticks. You are still young, and I will not bully the young. As long as you can take one of my sticks, I will...
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Before he finished speaking, the copper head of the copper stick suddenly spurted out a flying needle as thin as an ox's hair, and shot towards Shen Lang.
At the same time, the man wearing the hat took off his hat and threw it with all his strength. The hat spun and flew out, and a thin shark-tooth-like blade popped out from the edge, slicing toward Shen Lang's neck from the side like a knife wheel.
The young man holding the sword in his arms, like a cold and arrogant swordsman, opened his mouth and spit out, and three flying nails flew out, piercing Shen Lang's face in the shape of a pin.
The man holding the two daggers raised the daggers flat and pointed them at Shen Lang. He pressed his fingers on the handles of the daggers, and two jet-black water lines emitting a pungent smell emerged from the tips of the daggers, which were shot towards Shen Lang.
"They're all old bastards. The first guy to use the sword was a stupid greenhead!"
Shen Lang sighed in his heart, and squeezed the seal with his right hand like lightning, and dense green light spots suddenly flashed out from the sky around him, instantly turning into a blue whirlwind, surrounding him from head to toe.
That nonsense you talked about before was not a waste of time.
Shen Lang had already taken advantage of the opportunity to talk nonsense and secretly completed the preparations for casting the "Wind Shield".
Now you only need to squeeze the seal and the spell can be activated instantly.
Although "Wind Shield" is only a ninth-level spell, even if it is activated by a ninth-level monk, it can last for half a quarter of an hour. The defense strength can deflect arrows and deflect bullets, and can withstand direct musket bullets ten steps away.
It can remove about 70% to 80% of the strength of a seventh-grade warrior with one full blow.
After that, every time the monk's cultivation level increases by one level, the duration and defense power of "Wind Shield" will be slightly increased.
With Shen Lang's current mental strength equivalent to that of a seventh-grade Taoist monk, the "wind shield" can last for ten minutes. The defense is so strong that it is not afraid of his two heavy muskets at close range and is also completely immune to seventh-grade warriors.
s attack.
now.
Whether it was the ox-hair flying needles fired by the strong man with a cooked copper stick, or the sharp-edged hat of the bucket hat, or the flying nails spit from the mouth of the young swordsman, or the venom shot by the pair of swordsmen, all fell around Shen Lang's body.
Layers of endlessly rotating Danqing whirlwinds came up, and they suddenly seemed to have hit a copper wall. They bounced away one after another, and none of them could break through the wind shield defense.
Seeing this situation, the four people's expressions changed one after another:
"He is a Taoist monk, not a warrior!"
"The information is wrong, leave immediately!"
With these four people only having seventh-level cultivation, facing a Taoist monk without knowing his specific level, the wisest thing to do is to make a decisive decision and retreat immediately.
A slight hesitation may cost you your life.
These four people were not the kind of stupid people. When they saw Shen Lang casting a spell, they immediately threw up the tables in front of them and threw them at Shen Lang without hesitation.
Backwards.
They did not dare to turn around and run away, exposing their backs to Shen Lang.
Because in front of a Taoist monk, once you turn your back to the other person and cannot observe the other person performing the spell in time, you may not even have the chance to escape.
However, Shen Lang did not act as they expected. He stood on the spot and performed the technique against the wind shield.
He kicked the ground violently with the soles of his feet, and with the huge explosion of force, the green bricks on the ground exploded with cracks. With this huge force, his body flew out like a cannonball. He formed tiger claws with both hands and waved his claws.
Tear it apart and smash a table flying in front of it into pieces.
After that, without stopping, he smashed through the broken wood that was flying all over the sky. He was as powerful as a tiger descending from the mountain. In just one step, he rushed to the strong man with the copper stick flying back towards the inn door.
He has a second-level agility enhancement. Even without martial arts, the agility granted by the enhancement alone is as fast as a seventh-level warrior.
What's more, he now has the martial arts cultivation of the seventh level for the first time, and has also practiced the Shencatang Qinggong taught by Mu Qingxue. The strong man with the copper stick either faced him and stepped back, or turned his back.
He ran forward with all his strength, but Shen Lang had to catch up with him in a few steps. There was no room for escape at all.
Seeing Shen Lang rushing in front of him with just one step, the strong man with the copper stick broke out in cold sweat on his forehead. When his young man suddenly shrunk, he unleashed all his strength and swung the copper stick violently, sweeping through thousands of troops with one move and trying to force Shen Lang to death.
retreat.
But Shen Lang, who was holding the shield of the strong wind, did not dodge at all, and let the cooked copper rod with the power to break open the stone of the monument hit his waist.
Peng!
There was a muffled sound, the air flow surged, and the cooked copper stick only shrank the blue whirlwind surrounding Shen Lang slightly, and then bounced away with all its strength.
When Shen Lang was hit by the copper rod, he had already grabbed the strong man's throat with one claw, and with a tear of the tiger's claws, his throat was torn into pieces.
After that, Shen Lang didn't even look at the brawny man with the copper stick, he threw a piece of meat in his hand, cracked the green brick with the sole of his foot, and flew out diagonally, like a hungry tiger preying on the young swordsman, chasing after the young swordsman.
When Shen Lang left, the strong man with the cooked copper rod dropped the copper rod, covered his throat where the blood was flying, made two whooshing sounds, fell to his knees weakly, and fell to the ground again.
Soon, a pool of blood overflowed from under the strong man with the copper stick...
While the strong man with the copper stick was covering his throat and bleeding, Shen Lang had already stepped in front of the young swordsman.
The young swordsman also flinched, and immediately opened his mouth without thinking, and fired three more flying nails in the shape of a cross between Shen Lang's eyebrows and eyes. At the same time, the long sword was unsheathed and slashed towards Shen Lang's neck.
Shen Lang chuckled, and without dodge or dodge, he grabbed the young swordsman's throat with his tiger's claws against the cold wind howling like a tiger's roar.
At the critical moment of life and death, the young swordsman suddenly lowered his head and pressed his chin firmly against Shen Lang's tiger's mouth. With his survival potential exploding, he actually stuck his chin so hard that Shen Lang's tiger claws could not tear apart for a moment.
However, Shen Lang chuckled, flipped his left hand, and pulled out a heavy pistol. The muzzle of the gun was directly pressed against the young swordsman's forehead, and the shot exploded in the young swordsman's head.
Well, Xiao Gu is now more and more proficient in reloading.
Pistols are more convenient to load than rifles. The loading process of a set of small bones does not take ten seconds.
After retracting the pistol and giving it to Xiaogu to load, Shen Lang pushed down the young swordsman's body, then turned around and rushed towards the pair of swordsmen.
At this time, the double swordsman had already retreated to the wall, and with a strong arch of his back against the wall, he smashed the wooden wall into pieces.
But before he could exit the hole in the wall, Shen Lang rushed to him.
The swordsman saw the fate of the young swordsman when he saw the strong man with the copper stick. He knew that Shen Lang's wind shield could not be broken and any attack would be in vain. But when Shen Lang's tiger claws roared and roared to catch him, he still instinctively swung his sword and slashed.
A pair of short knives slashed dozens of times in a blink of an eye, creating a dense network of knives.
Then Shen Lang faced the wind shield, broke through his sword net with both claws, grabbed his head and twisted it with force. With a snap, he twisted the swordsman's head 180 degrees.
The last guest in a bamboo hat had already broken through the wooden wall and exited the inn lobby. He finally turned around and ran as fast as he could, covering a distance of three to five feet in a few steps.
Seeing that he was running too far, Shen Lang quickly chanted a mantra, stretched out his hand, and a transparent cone-shaped ripple flew out from his fingertips. In a blink of an eye, it flew ten feet away, caught up with the man in the bamboo hat, and hit him on the chest with a pop.
He was shot through the back, causing a spray of blood to spread out.
The initial power of the ninth-level Taoist art "Pointing and Archery" is equivalent to that of a military musket. The higher the monk's level, the stronger the power of this art.
With Shen Lang's current mental strength equivalent to that of a seventh-grade monk, any sixth-grade warrior would be shot through with just one shot of pointing arrows.
The man in a bamboo hat stumbled to the ground and crawled on the ground for a while before finally dying in despair.
Looking around the messy main hall with corpses everywhere, Shen Lang sighed softly:
"In the past, it took a lot of effort to kill a useless Zhao Mengshan. Now, it is effortless to kill five experienced killers of the seventh level of martial arts in one go...
"If I were just a simple warrior, I could barely protect myself and escape with my seventh-grade cultivation level and just a suit of armor. If I were just a simple Taoist monk, it would take a lot of magic to kill these people.
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"But now he only used two spells to kill all the assassins... He is really sharp in both magic and martial arts!"
Although these five killers are not as luxurious as Zhao Mengshan, with soft armor and talismans, the experience, strength, and reflexes of these five killers are much stronger than Zhao Mengshan.
Even so, under the current Shen Lang's hands, he was still vulnerable, and his body was lying on the ground in the blink of an eye.
The key is that Shen Lang hasn't used many spells yet - he currently only has one eighth-grade Taoist spell, which can only be used six times a day. There are also four ninth-level Taoist spells, each of which can only be used seven times a day.
Although there are a lot of spells cast, the problem is that not every spell cast can destroy an enemy. If you encounter an enemy with stronger martial arts, faster reaction, and a shield, it may take several spells to kill one person.
And although there are only a few killers in this inn, God knows if there will be more killers in the future.
Spells can be used sparingly in case of unexpected events.
Shen Lang didn't express much emotion and immediately began to clean the battlefield. He carefully searched the corpses of several killers, but did not find anything good. He couldn't even find a few silver coins. However, he searched the corpses of several killers.
A sketch came out.
These sketches and portraits are undoubtedly the portraits of Shen Lang. Not only do they make his appearance look like a photo, but they also depict his majestic and heroic temperament.
“Great painter!”
Shen Lang admired the sketch:
"The person who painted me so much must have seen me with his own eyes. And the only ones who have a grudge against me and are still alive after meeting me are the woman in black skirt who is suspected of being Mrs. Zhao and her men, as well as the Ghost King Dong.
Li Ying, his subordinate, has become a kunoichi.
"Combined with the fact that they know that I can sense the murderous gaze... So, the portrait must be from Mrs. Zhao's side, and the killer was hired by her?"
After thinking for a while, Shen Lang searched the inn upstairs, downstairs, front hall and back yard.
Surprisingly, no one was found.
Including the boy who fed the horse before and the boy who led him into the main hall, they all disappeared without a trace. No one like the innkeeper was found.
"Were they killed by killers and hiding their bodies? Or... those guys were all killers in the first place? The reason why they didn't have any intention to kill me was because they were as good at controlling their emotions as the guy who delivered the tea, or... they regarded killing as a
It’s a pure business, and they don’t need to take action. They only attack on the periphery, so they don’t have any murderous intention against me?”
Just thinking about it.
Suddenly there was a burst of hurried footsteps outside the gate, and a team of uniformed detectives rushed in. When they saw Shen Lang and the corpses on the ground, the expressions of the team of detectives suddenly changed, as if facing a formidable enemy, they raised their swords and guns at the same time.
Aim at Shen Lang:
"No wonder I heard gunshots here. It turns out that there are really murderers here who are trying to kill people! We are the police of Yunya County, and you, the murderer, didn't put down the weapon and were arrested without mercy!"