Liu Mingzhi glanced at the five bullets mixed with blood and dust next to the shadow master's boots, and immediately felt that the soreness and pain in his chest had been reduced by about half.
Although it is true that the shadow master's knife almost caused his whole body to fall apart, his current situation is not necessarily any better than his own.
Five bullets hit the body, which may not kill the shadow master, but the feeling is not very pleasant.
Invisible to Young Master Liu and everyone else, under the shadow master's cloak, on the left shoulder blade and the ribs on the left side of the abdomen, a total of five flesh-riddled wounds were quietly soaked in blood.
The blood stains silently stained the shadow master's undershirt red, causing five unknown blood plum blossoms to gradually bloom on the light white lining.
The shadow master slowly exhaled a breath of turbid air, and quickly touched several wounds under the cloak with his fingers. The wounds that were originally soaked in blood stopped bleeding instantly.
Nodding slightly and lowering his eyebrows, he glanced at the five projectiles on both sides of his feet, and a hint of surprise flashed in the Shadow Master's eyes.
Staring at the projectiles stained with his own blood and dust, the shadow master raised his right foot wearing a tiger-striped gold boot and gently rubbed it a few times on one of the projectiles.
The blood-stained and dusty projectiles gradually revealed the true face of Lushan as the soles of the shadow master's feet were rubbed. Looking at the shining tiny steel balls, the shadow master raised his eyes to look at Mr. Liu who had returned to his original position.
Carefully looking at the delicate short gun in Young Master Liu's hand, the film owner's sharp eyes flashed with a mixture of complexity and surprise. It turned out that it was that inconspicuous thing that caused him such severe skin trauma.
The scenes that happened many years ago in Xinzhou Fengyundu flashed through his mind, and the film owner gradually realized that the exquisite hidden weapon in the hand of King Bingjian that could hurt him should be the same as the artillery and those that only appeared in the hands of the frontier soldiers. Several flintlock rifles have the same purpose.
Careless, this is the only thought of the film owner.
Thinking this way is not because the film owner is unwilling to admit his shortcomings, but because he is really careless.
During the Fengyundu period, King Bingjian couldn't even hurt himself at all when he used iron pipes that were slightly more powerful than artillery, let alone the exquisite hidden weapon in his hand that was more than ten times smaller than those black iron pipes. .
If he had known that King Bingjian was carrying such a powerful hidden weapon, he would definitely not have removed the protective aura that protected his body before attacking.
If I still had the protective aura lingering around me to defend my vital points at that time, that exquisite hidden weapon would certainly cause me to be caught off guard and panic in a short period of time, but it would certainly not have caused me such serious injuries.
However, it seems too late to think about these causes and consequences now.
If he hadn't dodged in time, two of the five projectiles would have been shot into his throat.
Although he dodged the fatal sneak attack of the hidden weapon in the hand of King Bingjian in the midst of lightning and flint, the power of his sword attack on King Bingjian was also reduced by about 50%.
Without the sneak attack of the hidden weapon, King Bingjian could still stand up as majestic as he is now after resisting his full-strength sword attack. Even he had to admire that he was a real hero.
The film owner stopped looking at the short gun in Young Master Liu's hand, raised his head and stared at Young Master Liu intently, with complex and angry light rising and falling in his eyes.
"My lord, I have to say that I really underestimate your ability to save your life.
Do you think you just escaped my fatal blow? Not only that, you also completely angered me. "
Liu Mingzhi ignored the threatening words of the film host, but silently felt the warm medicinal effect in his veins after taking the healing elixir.
The pain in his chest was reduced by more than half in a short time due to taking the elixir, which made Mr. Liu suddenly let out a long breath of relief.
Young Master Liu let out a breath of turbid air, glanced at the shadow master opposite who was also secretly healing his wounds with luck, and walked straight to Wen Renzheng with the Heavenly Sword in hand.
"Old man, thank you just now for reminding me to avoid the Shadow Master's attack. Otherwise, this little boy's life will be decided here today.
You are absolutely right, the shadow master, this old fox, is too overbearing with his sword skills.
If I hadn't heard your warning just now and instinctively used a short musket to defend against that killing move, it would have been hard to predict what would have happened after I suffered the blow.
Fortunately, boy, I still have some life-saving cards. Although I was hit hard, it didn't affect my strength too much. On the contrary, the old fox of the movie owner is probably not in a good situation now. "
Wen Renzheng listened to Young Master Liu's sigh about surviving the disaster, and glanced at the short blunderbuss in Young Master Liu's hand, then looked up and down Young Master Liu's body.
Seeing the tattered strip of cloth on Young Master Liu's chest and the looming soft silkworm armor inside the lining, Wen Renzheng's cloudy eyes showed a hint of confusion.
Wen Renzheng frowned slightly and shook his head, carefully looked at Young Master Liu's situation, and then turned to stare at the shadow master dozens of steps away for a moment.
Stroking the gray beard on his chin, Wen Renzheng pondered thoughtfully for a long time and shook his waist slightly.
"not necessarily."
"Huh? Why not?"
"I'm not sure, let alone telling you nonsense. In short, the Shadow Master's strength is definitely not that simple, so you must be more cautious.
The old man is standing by to help you. Once you feel that you can't bear it any longer, call him to help. Don't show off. "
There was a bit of uncertainty in Wen Renzheng's tone, as if he was suspecting something but he didn't dare to make any hesitation.
Liu Mingzhi wanted to ask more clearly, but unfortunately the film owner didn't give him enough time.
"Your Majesty, I really want to know how much life-saving information you have in your hands before you take a stab at me."
Before the Shadow Master could finish his words, thousands of daggers of light, which seemed to be more dazzling than the sunlight in the pine forest, swept straight towards Young Master Liu.
"Sunset over the long river? Get out of the way."
Wen Renzheng's face changed and he screamed, he turned his hand and pushed Young Master Liu out, and he jumped and stopped in mid-air.
The moment Young Master Liu and the two moved away from their original position, a shocking roar exploded in the sword light, dust and smoke rose into the sky, and rubble from broken floor tiles flew in all directions.
A dozen tough cypress trees standing dozens of steps away were twisted into sawdust flying in the sky by the sword in the blink of an eye.
The wood chips were flying in the smoke and dust, and the broken branches were fluttering and swaying in the strong wind, as beautiful as the goose feather snow flying all over the sky in the twelfth lunar month of winter.
The smoke gradually dispersed, and a ravine about ten feet long, two feet wide, and half a foot deep gradually appeared in front of everyone's eyes.
Before the smoke and dust dissipated, a body-protecting wind surged around, and a figure holding a Yanling Dao surrounded by Sen Leng Dao Gang walked out from under the smoke screen without hesitation.
"My lord, it seems that your life-saving skills are not very good!"
When everyone heard the voice of the shadow master, they hurriedly turned their eyes and looked towards the source of the sound. A group of people under Young Master Liu's command even leapt away, divided into left and right sides and guarded Young Master Liu.
Liu Dashao squatted on the ground and wiped the dust from the corners of his mouth, and couldn't help but swallow his saliva as he looked at the movie host walking out of the smoke screen.
Was this old fox really shot just now? Why does his strength seem to be much stronger than the first sword?
What kind of fucking old perverts are these?
Wen Renzheng, who was in the air, stared at the shadow master in a black cloak. His old eyes flashed with some disbelief, but also mixed with a little doubt.
The emotions in his eyes were so complex that it was difficult to describe in words.
That realm? Is it that realm?
Young Master Liu didn't know what Wen Renzheng was thinking at this time. He stared at the shadow master who was gradually approaching him with a Yanling knife. He vaguely fumbled around his waist with his palm under his sleeve, and took out another short sword. The gun was hidden in the cuff of his sleeve.
His heart was beating wildly as he estimated the distance. After the shadow master was still about twenty-five steps away from him, Young Master Liu held the Heavenly Sword and turned it into a cold light and attacked the shadow master proactively.
"Let's go together and fight on our own."
After a moment of silence when Liu Mingzhi took action, dozens of masters on his left and right also jumped out, aiming directly at the dozens of spy masters behind the film master.
