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 pellets hit the body, which may not kill the shadow master, but the feeling is not very pleasant.
In a place 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 fleshy wounds were quietly soaked in blood.
The blood stains quietly stained the film owner's undershirt red, causing five unknown blood plum blossoms to gradually bloom on the light white inner clothing.
Shadow Master slowly exhaled a breath of turbid air, and quickly tapped several wounds under the cloak with his fingers. The wounds that were originally soaked in blood stopped bleeding instantly.
Slightly nodding and lowering his eyebrows, he glanced at the five projectiles on both sides of his feet, and a look of surprise flashed in the shadow owner's eyes.
Staring at the projectiles stained with his own blood and dust, the film owner 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 their true colors in 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 Liu Dashao who had returned to his original position.
Looking carefully at the delicate short blunderbuss 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.
Scenes of past events 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 guns have different approaches but the same effect.
It’s too 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 by using those 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.
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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.
At that time, if I still had the body-protecting aura lingering around me to defend my vital points, that exquisite hidden weapon would certainly have caught me off guard 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.
Had he not dodged in time, two of the five projectiles would have been shot into his throat.
Although he dodged the fatal sneak attack from the hidden weapon in the hand of King Bingjian in the flash of lightning, the power of his sword that attacked King Bingjian was also reduced by about 50%.
Without the sneak attack of the hidden weapon, King Bingjian could still stand up as grandly as he is now after resisting the knife attack with all his strength. Even he had to admire that he was a real hero.
The film host stopped looking at the short blunderbuss 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.
“Your Majesty, 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 period of 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, thanks to you for reminding me to avoid the Shadow Master’s attack just now, otherwise I’m afraid my little life will be decided here today.
You are absolutely right, the old fox's sword skills are too overbearing.
If I hadn't heard your warning just now, kid, and instinctively defended that killing move with a short blunderbuss, it would be hard to predict what would have happened after I suffered that sword attack.
Fortunately, boy, I still have some life-saving cards. Although I was severely injured, it did not affect my strength too much. On the contrary, the old fox of the film owner, the current situation is not likely to be too good. "
Wen Renzheng listened to Mr. Liu's sigh about surviving the disaster, and glanced at the short blunderbuss in Mr. Liu's hand, then looked up and down at Mr. Liu's body.
Seeing the tattered cloth strips 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. He looked at Young Master Liu's situation carefully, then turned to stare at the film owner 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.”
“Hmm? 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 next to you to prepare for you. Once you feel that you can't bear it anymore, call him to help you immediately. Don't show off."
Wen Renzheng's tone contained a bit of uncertainty, as if he was doubting something but did not dare to make any hesitation.
Liu Mingzhi wanted to ask more clearly, but unfortunately the film owner did not give him enough time.
“Your Majesty, I really want to know how much life-saving information you have in your hands before you give me a blow.”
Before the Shadow Master finished speaking, thousands of daggers of light that were more dazzling than the sunlight in the pine forest swept straight towards Young Master Liu.
“The sunset over the long river? Get out of the way.”
Hearing Renzheng's expression changed and he screamed in shock, he turned his hand and pushed Young Master Liu out, then he jumped up 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 or so sturdy cypress trees dozens of steps away were chopped into sawdust flying in the sky by the sword in the blink of an eye.
Saw 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 and dust 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 wild goose feather sword surrounded by the cold sword of the forest walked out from under the smoke screen without hesitation.
“Your Majesty, 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 Liu Dashao's command even leapt away, divided into left and right sides and guarded Liu Dashao.
Young Master Liu squatted on the ground and wiped the dust from the corners of his mouth. He couldn't help but swallow his saliva as he watched the film host walking out of the smoke screen.
Did this old fox really get shot just now? Why does he seem to be much stronger than the first shot?
What kind of fucking old perverts are these?
Wen Renzheng, who was flying high in air, stared at the shadow master in a black cloak, his old eyes flashed with a hint of disbelief, but mixed with a little suspicion.
The emotions in his eyes are so complex that they are 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 a short sword.
The gun was hidden in the cuff of his sleeve.
With his heart pounding, he estimated the distance. After the shadow master was still about twenty-five steps away from him, Liu Dashao took the initiative to attack the shadow master with his heavenly sword, which turned into a wisp of cold light.
“Let’s go together and fight separately.”
After a moment's pause 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 shadow master.