The moment he saw the light, Zhang Feixuan’s first reaction was that the senior brother was here
But he soon realized that if the eldest senior brother had come, why would there be such a little light? This person would have turned into ashes long ago.
He looked down and saw a guard pointing a musket at the monk, with smoke still coming out of the muzzle.
Was it this thing that hit me?!
"you"
The eighth-rank cultivator turned his head and looked behind him in disbelief, and was about to activate the seal in his hand. Seeing this, Zhang Fei's eyes shrank, and he pinched the seal. The blood that had fallen before rose and fell into a line, which was about to bind the cultivator.
But these imperial guards were even faster. Twenty of them lined up, with the long guns at the end and the short guns in the middle, with shields raised directly in front. The imperial guards holding up the shields also took out the muskets in their other hands, and pointed the twenty guns at the monk.
Bang bang bang!
beam!
This time Zhang Feixuan saw clearly that beams of light came out from the muzzles of these muskets and pierced through the body of the monk.
From his head, chest, and abdomen, twenty beams of light were like sunlight refracted into lines, crossing in the darkness and turning the monk into a sieve.
The monk was seen trembling all over, his body full of holes was swaying, and he seemed to want to reach out, but when the instinct passed, he fell to the ground and was silent.
Dead
Zhang Feixuan stretched his head and his eyeballs almost popped out.
He stared at the corpse for a while, then looked at the group of imperial guards whose faces he couldn't see clearly, blinked, and flew down again in disbelief, kicking the corpse of the eighth-rank monk with his foot.
"Is he really dead?" He looked at the group of imperial guards and asked uncertainly.
"Are you not dead? Listen to my orders!"
A captain of the imperial guards quickly gave orders, and twenty muskets were pointed at the corpse again.
"Stop, stop, stop. He's dead. He's dead. Stop hitting me!"
The muzzle of the musket was pointed in this direction, and Zhang Fei was so frightened that his hair stood on end. He waved his hands and said, "Put down the musket, put it down. What is this?"
Level eight!
Sit down and take a photo!
His realm is higher than his, and he is a disciple of the Sound and Sound Sect. Naturally, he is not comparable to ordinary people.
The Youshengwumen is a famous and upright sect, much stronger than the evil cultivators of the Xumi Meridian.
He had thought it all out. He would rely on his blood magic to fight with the disciple of the Soundless Sect first. If he won, it would be fine. If he couldn't win, he would use magic weapons. Don't lose face for his senior brother.
After all, we brought so many people here. If more than half of them died at once, it would be embarrassing to return home.
But who could have thought that the man who wanted to fight him for hundreds of rounds in his mind was directly shot to death by a musket
Just pull the trigger and kill him.
Level eight!
This is the eighth level!
No matter how strong the imperial guards were in the past, it would be considered a success for a small team to deal with a third-level warrior, and there would still be some damage.
Now, look what happens. Without killing a single person, we have already killed all eighteenth-level enemies.
Even if the other party doesn't react in time and doesn't take mortals seriously, you can't do this if you suddenly attack them.
"What are you doing?" Zhang Feixuan swallowed and asked with difficulty.
"We are the Imperial Guards, Second Immortal." One of the Imperial Guards replied.
"No, that's not what I'm asking. I mean, what exactly are your muskets?"
The imperial guard tilted his helmeted head, looking a little puzzled. "Of course it's the musket, you know."
Yes, he knew that the eldest brother seemed to have improved the weapons and equipment of the Imperial Guards by relying on the scaly giant monster and bringing that characteristic to the Imperial Guards.
At most, the defense is stronger and the weapons are more powerful, but what does this have to do with easily killing an eighth-level person
Don't be like this, don't be so unreasonable.
"Show it to me."
Zhang Feixuan reached out for a musket. This time he did not dare to be so dismissive. He observed the musket in his hand for a while, then aimed at the corpse and pulled the trigger.
Bang!
A beam of light shot out from the muzzle of the gun, this time completely blowing the head of the eighth-level corpse apart.
The moment the beam of light came out, Zhang Feixuan's body also shook.
"The aura of the eldest senior brother!"
The aura coming from this beam of light is exactly the same as that of the Big Sun from Senior Brother. Although the power is much smaller, he is still Senior Brother no matter how small it is!
After all this time, they all have a spell from the senior brother, and it can be used by mortals.
"Can this thing be used infinitely?" Zhang Feixuan asked.
The Imperial Guard shook his head: "During the day, you need to absorb the light of the sun. If it is fully charged, you can fire three shots. Then you need to absorb for more than two hours before it can be fully charged."
"And at night?"
"At night, it's currently four to six hours, and this is still normal weather. If it's an unexpected situation, we don't know."
Hearing this, Zhang Feixuan couldn't help but feel relieved.
Fortunately, it’s not unlimited.
Otherwise, what's the point of having them
With this thing, plus a group of imperial guards loyal to the eldest brother, each with several muskets, they can do more than just sweep across Nanping.
Zhang Feixuan took a look at the group of imperial guards and found that they were carrying more than one musket, each of them was carrying two muskets.
Moreover, their armor was made by their senior brother himself.
They had experienced the giant scale monster before. If it really had the defensive power of that thing,
"hiss!"
Zhang Feixuan took a breath of cold air.
What kind of training is this? He might as well put on a layer of armor and take a musket to join the imperial guards.
"Can this fire gun increase magical power?"
Zhang Feixuan pulled the trigger again, but it seemed that the energy disappeared. He just pulled the trigger once and no beam of light came out.
He thought of what the imperial guards had said before, and a layer of magic power was passed over.
stop!
A beam of blood shot out from the muzzle of the gun and hit the corpse. The blood light passed through the corpse but did not make a hole. Instead, it caused the place where it was shot to shrivel up.
The blood seemed to have disappeared and was not absorbed by him, but the blood light had the power of his method.
His blood magic can absorb people's blood, but the blood disappears after being fired with a musket. Even so, he can still sense that his magic penetrates the blood, and he can even cast spells with the power of the blood.
It was just like he was using the magic himself.
But the mana consumed is negligible, less than what he consumes when using spells, and is just as powerful.
"This thing is much more useful than magic!"
Zhang Feixuan couldn't help but sigh as he held the musket.
Senior brother, you have come up with another strange thing. With this thing, who would still want to practice magic
At least offensive spells that increase combat power are probably completely unnecessary.
He could imagine that if the imperial guards were to expand in the future, and these hundred soldiers passed the test and each of them had a sword.
Zhang Feixuan shuddered again. He threw the musket to the imperial guard and said, "Enter the city, maintain order, and control the mortals."
No matter what, let’s get started.
When he gets back, he will go to his senior brother in person to ask for a better musket.