The scattered passers-by on the street evacuated the scene immediately, showing their high ability to resist disasters and emergencies.
From this point of view, the reactions of these passers-by are quite consistent with the background of "Three Years of Underworld Transformation in Yingzhou".
The bodyguards standing in front of Zhang Guangmu were originally a little panicked.
After all, according to the information the Xuanxian Group has received so far, those ancient celebrities who claimed to be [ancestral spirits] and returned from the long river of history should have been dead for a long time, and even their corpses were completely rotten, but the fact is...
They were strengthened by the Nether Qi body shaping, resulting in some kind of qualitative change, and they had no real weaknesses.
Even if the head and heart are hit, they can recover quickly.
Compared with normal humans who can only "borrow" and "accommodate" underworld energy, these [ancestral spirits] are many levels better!
Based on this, and considering that the man opposite with the two swords was named "Miyamoto Musashi", the fear and uneasiness of the bodyguards became understandable.
A person's name, a tree's shadow.
After all, Miyamoto Musashi is a very famous swordsman throughout the history of Yingzhou!
Even so, when Zhang Guangmu gave the order, the bodyguards still reacted instinctively.
They held explosion-proof shields in one hand, quickly pulled out the pistols they carried, and pointed the black muzzles at Miyamoto Musashi, a great swordsman who had been dead for hundreds of years. They opened the safety and suddenly pulled the trigger.
Bang! Bang! Bang!…
Miyamoto Musashi was surrounded by a dark ghostly aura, and the two swords in his hands were dancing rapidly, almost unable to be splashed with water.
The blade collided with the bullet, emitting layers of sparks and the smell of hot rust.
Ding! Ding! Ding!…
Bullets were chopped to the ground one after another. The bodyguards were stunned and almost forgot to continue to pull the trigger for a while.
As early as three years ago, they witnessed Zhang Guangmu brave the hail of bullets and dodge bullets with his unparalleled eyesight and wind-like pace.
Because of this, they followed Luo Zuan's old path, worshiped Zhang Guangmu fanatically, became his most loyal fans, and won the position of "Guard Battalion" at all costs.
Three years later, Miyamoto Musashi, who transformed into an "ancestral spirit", chopped off bullets with two swords, once again shaking their three views.
We have known for a long time that the [Ancestral Spirit] is many times stronger than the [Underworld Qi Container]. We can only rely on fire suppression to repel it, but we cannot completely kill it.
But now, looking at the bullets all over the ground, they truly understand how unreasonable things like [ancestral spirits] are!
This group of bodyguards looked at Miyamoto Musashi. In addition to fear, there was also a hint of longing and yearning. They also wanted to become such a powerful [ancestral spirit]!
"Compared with today's fire cannons from more than four hundred years ago, both firing speed and power are much stronger."
Miyamoto Musashi lowered his head, looking at the pits on the two swords, and couldn't help but frown: "However, after I became an [ancestral spirit], I became more than ten times stronger than when I was alive!"
"These toys can't even hurt a hair on my head!"
"It's just a ridiculous projectile made of condensed gunpowder. How can it be compared with the [Ancestral Spirit Body] that is tempered by the underworld energy?"
As he spoke, jet-black air flowed down his arms and landed on the two swords.
So...
The two swords that had become tattered due to the bullets were quickly restored to their original state, becoming intact and shiny.
"Miyamoto Musashi came here today just to take the head of [God Throne Warrior] Zhang Guangmu, so as to become famous and announce my return!"
This was indeed Miyamoto Musashi's only goal.
He didn't say it clearly, but one thing was very clear to both Miyamoto Musashi and the person standing behind him.
[Ancestral Spirit] not only needs dark energy, but also needs fame!
"Ming" and "name" are the most intuitive factors that determine the strength of an [ancestral spirit]!
However, facing the powerful ancestral spirit Miyamoto Musashi, Zhang Guangmu just raised the corners of his lips, showing his contempt: "That's it?"
"I've seen too many people like you who make a swollen face and pretend to be fat."
"If you really want to be as powerful as you say, then don't step back!"
"Keep shooting, don't be stingy with bullets!"
In the round of bullets just now, Miyamoto Musashi did take the lead and stole the sage segment that he had planned for a long time, and indeed stole the limelight, but...
Others didn't notice, but Zhang Guangmu saw clearly that after the previous round of confrontation, Miyamoto Musashi not only failed to close the distance, but actually kept retreating.
Hearing this, the wall of bodyguards who had been slightly shaken at first stabilized again.
They noticed that the distance between Miyamoto Musashi and this side was now about 25 meters!
This shows that their firepower strikes are effective!
Miyamoto Musashi noticed the change in the momentum of this group of people, and couldn't help but squint his eyes. The black smoke around him became thicker and more concentrated: "[Ancestral Spirits] are far stronger than humans, you..."
Bang! Bang! Bang!…
Gunshots rang out!
The bodyguards of the Xuan Xian group who do not respect martial ethics will no longer give Miyamoto Musashi time to force him to do anything.
They all know that among the four famous classics, their eldest son's favorite is "Water Margin".
The scene in which the generals are killed before the battle and the name of the one who comes up is announced is a routine from "The Romance of the Three Kingdoms"!
[Xuanxian Group] Never fight alone!
This group no longer conserves ammo.
For a moment, the gunshots were like muffled thunder and the bullets were like a heavy rain.
Miyamoto Musashi gritted his teeth, concentrated hard, and tried his best to kill the bullets fired by the bodyguards, feeling extremely unhappy.
Zhang Guangmu's relaxed and relaxed look, which does not take him seriously, is simply the greatest insult to a martial artist!
But having said that, the other party’s Xuanxian group is really generous!
Even these bodyguards, every one of them is a [Second Qi] level master!
If they were ordinary people, even if they were [One Qi] level underworld holders, their reaction speed and eyesight would not be enough to compete with them. Even if they were holding thermal weapons, they would still be able to find a flaw and kill them directly!
pity……
There are no ifs in the world.
The Xuanxian Group is rich and talented, and Zhang Guangmu is such a boss who will not be stingy with his subordinates.
Clang! Clang! Clang!
Quickly knocking down three oncoming brass bullets, Miyamoto Musashi looked fierce.
The self who transformed into the [ancestral spirit] is not an existence that these mortals can fathom!
Even a peak powerhouse of [Five Qi] like Zhang Guangmu would be easily crushed by any ancestral spirit!
Miyamoto Musashi knew very well that he was sixty-two years old when he died.
Now he is summoned in the form of [ancestral spirit]. Judging from his appearance, he is about thirty years old and in the prime of life, but...
Occasionally, his eyes would sparkle, showing vicissitudes of life and composure that didn't match his appearance.
Give up the habit of fighting as a living person, and as long as you learn to use insignificant "injuries" in exchange for results, you will be able to achieve a decisive victory in a life-and-death fight!
"Musashi's Secret: Two Heavens First Class! Rebellion!"
Miyamoto Musashi held the dachi tightly in his right hand and held the small dachi in his left hand. He slashed with both swords in front of him, cutting off bullets one by one, and rushed forward.
The so-called "gun counter-argument" is actually imitating Sasaki Ganliu's killing move "Swallow Return".
However, Sasaki Ganliu is a dead man, firstly because he is not famous enough, and secondly because his blood lineage has been cut off and he has not been able to turn into an ancestral spirit.
Therefore, the final right of interpretation lies with Miyamoto Musashi.
If he changes his name, this secret will belong to him!
After all, after turning into a heroic spirit, he is incredibly strong and invincible!
The true name of [Wushuang] should not belong to a non-Japanese person, but should belong to him, Miyamoto Musashi!
Bang!
A bullet that was not intercepted fell on Miyamoto Musashi, knocking off a small piece of his body.
But no blood was shed.
From the wound, only black smoke spread.
Miyamoto Musashi froze for a moment, then continued to charge forward!
Twenty meters...
Fifteen meters...
Ten meters...
Closer, closer!
The bodyguards also began to panic.
"Zhang Guangmu! I will take your head!"
As soon as Miyamoto Musashi finished speaking, his eyes met Zhang Guangmu's.
From Zhang Guangmu's eyes, he read the emotion called "joking".
In a daze, Miyamoto Musashi noticed from the corner of his eye that many bright red light spots suddenly covered his body.
