The white man held up the short musket and aimed it carefully at Yan Bing, who was twenty steps away from him. His hands kept shaking and sweat dripped from his face, because he knew that at this distance, he would not be able to load the bullet and fire a second round.
opportunity, but the accuracy of the short gun in his hand is hopelessly low...
Yan Bing held Qingxuan in her hand and didn't seem to be in a hurry, just waiting for the other party to slowly aim, because she had to do a test, even if this test required her to risk her life, she had to do it!
Qingxuan, who was transferred to the air machine, emitted a dazzling purple light. There were people in the crowd who were constantly marveling at why the sword could shine. There were also people who pretended not to understand and made various comments. However, at this time, one person pressed down.
He turned around and hurriedly left the crowd... while everyone's eyes were focused on Yan Bing and the white man, and no one noticed...
Yan Bing, who was in the confrontation, did not dare to underestimate the enemy at this moment. She knew that in this world without surgeons, if she was hit by this lead bullet, there would only be one result, which was death...
His eyes were always fixed on the white man's finger preparing to pull the trigger.
According to the firing principle of the flintlock gun, from the time he pulled the trigger to the time the bullet came out of the barrel, there was at least 0.5 seconds for her to react, but this 0.5 seconds was enough for her.
The white man seemed to have made up his mind. After praying for a while in his heart, he took a deep breath, remained steady, and pulled the trigger!
Yan Bing instantly cheered up. The world in her eyes was like a slow-motion replay, everything slowed down dozens, or even hundreds of times.
Watching the opponent's finger slowly pull the trigger, the flint's spring slowly loosens, and then the flint slowly hits the trigger point. Then, the gunpowder bursts out, sparks shoot out, and a ball of fire mist squirms out like a liquid.
Finally, a black bullet shot out of the gun chamber...
Yan Bing did not dance "Radiant Flow", nor did he strike at the projectile with his sword. Instead, he quickly calculated the direction of the projectile in his mind, turned his wrist, and blocked the widest side of the sword towards the projectile. This is
The experiment she wanted to do was to use the bullets fired from the air sword and the hard gun.
Victory or defeat depends on one move, whether Qi can defeat gunpowder!
Since her Qi is the most solid among all Qi seas, she is the best benchmark in this experiment!
The bullet slowly approached the sword body. Yan Bing held his breath and observed carefully. He saw that the bullet was slightly delayed when passing through the Qi machine, and then directly penetrated it. Finally, it hit the sword body, sparks flew everywhere, and then came "
There was a crisp sound, the sword body was shaking crazily back and forth, and the bullet also flicked, became slightly flat, and finally fell to the ground.
The alarm was lifted, Yan Bing relaxed his tense nerves, and everything returned to normal speed...
Yan Bing hurriedly raised the sword, examined it carefully, recalled all the details he had just seen, and finally came to a conclusion.
After passing through the obstruction of the Qi machine, the speed of the bullet slowed down by more than half, but it still left a shallow dent on the sword. Although the sword was not completely broken, if you look closely, you can also see the edges of the dent.
There are cracks as thin as silk hair.
This is just a short musket bullet. What if it was fired by the opponent's long-barreled musket... The result can be imagined...
After Yan Bing sorted out and collected the test results he had just obtained in his mind, he raised his eyes and looked at the white man opposite.
The white people also widened their eyes and looked at her... looking at her like they were looking at a "monster"...
After a moment of astonishment, I frantically groped for the gunpowder and projectiles on my body, took out a paper bag, bit it open, and quickly filled it with gunpowder...
But Yan Bing also approached him step by step...
The white man seemed to be going crazy with anxiety. He was holding the barrel of the gun and the gunpowder bag and shaking it wildly. After pouring the gunpowder bag, he threw the gunpowder bag away, fumbled for a purge, pointed it hard at the barrel, and pulled it out.
When Tongtiao was about to look for projectiles, his whole body froze completely, and Tongtiao fell to the ground...
Because Yan Bing had already walked in front of him, he could even feel the heat mixed with anger coming out of the other person's body...
"Left hand, right hand..., which one do you want to keep..." Yan Bing said slowly, without any warmth in his tone.
"Ah~~?" the white man trembled...
"For the last time, left hand or right hand, which one do you keep?" Yan Bing raised his head and stared at the so-called "Duke". There was no trace of pity or clarity in his eyes. Looking at him was like looking at a dead person...
The white man looked at the little girl opposite him, who was only half his height, and instantly shuddered, his pants got hot... and he peed...
The crowd immediately erupted into disdainful tones and mocking words.
But the white man obviously no longer cared about that. He roared like crazy: "I am the Duke of Saxon! The Duke second only to the royal family and the prince!!! If you..."
Yan Bing didn't wait for him to finish, he just said lightly: "Ah, that's it... Then let me help you choose..."
The next moment, the white man only saw the little girl in front of him waving her arms quickly, then sheathing the sword back into its scabbard, turning around and leaving...
The white man sat down on the ground, raised his arms, and saw that both hands were still there... He breathed a sigh of relief, thinking that the other party must be afraid of his identity, so he didn't dare to make a move in the end. Just as he was thinking in his heart
Cursing angrily, thinking about how to repay today's shame in the future.
Suddenly, he noticed that a thin red line appeared on his right wrist. He looked at this thin line carefully, only to find that drops of blood seeped out from this thin line. The number of blood drops quickly began to increase, and finally there were drops of blood.
into one piece, the next moment, his right hand,
As he watched, it fell to the ground, and a trace of blood flowed out from the broken place, which was mixed with his urine. Then, the broken wrist began to spurt blood crazily. Until this moment,
Only then did he clearly realize what had happened...
He screamed in horror, and grabbed his right wrist with his left hand, trying to stop the flow of blood, but it didn't work at all. In the panic, he remembered his tie again, and pulled it off. At this moment, he had nothing.
It’s time to pretend to be a “gentleman”.
I saw him using his left hand to tie the tie in front of the break of his right arm, then using his mouth to grab the other end of the tie, and pulling hard with his left hand... and then tie a tight knot! Pull again!!
With his strong survival instinct, he finally stopped the massive bleeding from the fracture... Panting heavily, he collapsed on the ground. At this moment, his eyes were fixed on the girl not far away... His eye sockets were about to burst.
Driven by anger, bloodshot eyes gradually filled his eyes. This was the first time in his life that he hated someone so much. He wanted to remember this short Liangguo woman clearly. He wanted revenge! He wanted revenge.
!!!
But Yan Bing didn't mind the hatred of a "waste" at all. She just jumped up to her senior brother and fifteenth senior brother, and said with a smile: "Well, my junior sister's kung fu can reach the level of two people."
Senior brother’s discernment?”
Just when Yan Bing waved his sword at the white man, Feng Chen and Lu Liang had already jumped to the door of the tailor shop and called the shop owner to help the girl in colorful clothes back. During this period, Lu Liang also explained to Feng Chen
Following the instructions given by the master before leaving the house, the two of them just chatted and waited for the junior sister to "make a triumphant return".
"It's okay..., so-so...," the senior brother rubbed his nose with his fingers and said in a teasing tone with a smirk.
"Don't listen to Senior Brother's nonsense, Junior Sister! You have only learned martial arts for such a short time, but you can have such skill, Senior Brother admires you!" Lu Liang smiled and raised a thumb.
"Hehehe..." Yan Bing grinned and smiled silly at them...
At this moment, a series of rapid footsteps and the roar of a middle-aged man suddenly came from behind.
"Don't block the way! Don't block the way!! Get out of the way!!! The case is handled directly by the governor of Kyoto!! Anyone who is idle should stay away!!"
Has this alarmed the government!?
Yan Bing and senior brother Lu Liang all turned to watch...
