The Machine Gun Lacked Power
The golden shield formed by Han Laoliu's first Geng Metal Talisman cracked inch by inch under the continuous barrage of bullets, and with a snap, it shattered into pieces. He dared not be negligent and quickly pulled out the second talisman with his fingertips.
The protective talisman beside Li Mo had already exhausted its Spiritual Qi and was on the verge of breaking.
He gritted his teeth and took out a mid-grade Vajra Talisman from his Storage Ring. This was a top-quality mid-grade defensive talisman, which had cost him almost half of his fortune. He had originally saved it as a trump card to deal with a life-or-death calamity.
At this moment, he couldn't care less about the pain. He channeled his Spiritual Power and patted his chest. A thick yellow light barrier suddenly expanded, three times thicker than the previous shield.
Shen Jingchuan, riding his Big Black, had already rushed to within ten meters of the two. Before the horse had even come to a complete stop, he locked his gun on the target and continued firing.
Xiao Mingshu hovered diagonally above on her flying sword, closing in steadily as she descended, raining down bullets from her superior position, aiming to find blind spots in the shield.
In just a few breaths, Han Laoliu's protective shield was torn apart layer by layer by a dense barrage of bullets, and the metal texture crumbled inch by inch.
He had run out of defensive talismans, so he hurriedly threw his magic sword into the air, trying to escape on his sword, but it was too late.
A barrage of bullets rained down on him, instantly tearing apart his last remaining protective Spiritual Qi and blasting more than a dozen bloody holes in his body.
With a scream, his body, which had just leaped halfway up the mountain, was violently sent flying by the force of the impact and crashed heavily to the ground.
Xiao Mingshu turned her gun and aimed it at Li Mo.
Hearing the screams beside him, Li Mo's heart trembled. He watched helplessly as his Xuanhuang light barrier thinned and dimmed at a visible speed—each bullet could shave off a layer of Spiritual Qi, and the shield was on the verge of collapse.
Just then, the gunshot in Huan'er's hand suddenly stopped. The entire 250-round belt was emptied. She stood there, stunned, looking down at the gun, completely bewildered.
"Huh? That's it?"
Shen Jingchuan ignored her, his firepower undiminished, as his ammunition belt was running low.
With a flick of his wrist, he produced a new ammunition box. The Spiritual Power at his fingertips wrapped around the end of the ammunition belt, which clicked into the chamber. The reloading was completed in one smooth motion, and then he continued firing.
The moment his ammunition belt ran out, Xiao Mingshu had just replaced it with a new one; and by the time Xiao Mingshu's ammunition was exhausted, Shen Jingchuan's second ammunition belt was already loaded.
The two men took turns firing, one above the other, maintaining continuous firepower for two full rounds of ammunition belt changes.
Deep within the shadows of the trees, a man dressed in gray and masked stood silently, watching the battle unfold on the official road, finding it utterly unbelievable.
He had already scanned the entire area with his Divine Sense. On the other side, there was clearly only one junior at the Qi Refining Seventh Layer and two juniors at the Qi Refining Third Layer level of Qi Refining, yet they had defeated one junior at the Qi Refining Seventh Layer and two juniors at the Qi Refining Sixth Layer of Bandit Cultivator, killing two of them in a short time.
He stared at the dark objects in the hands of the group. They didn't seem to be orthodox Technique Method or high-level Law Artifacts. Although the force of the attack on the shield looked fierce, it didn't exceed his expectations.
He was already at the Eighth Layer of Qi Refining, and his Spiritual Power was far superior to that of everyone present. He felt that with his own strength, he could easily withstand such an attack.
A scream rang out in the distance, and the last robber fell dead to the ground. The man in gray smirked, thinking: It seems it's time for me, the oriole, to make my move.
He strolled out of the woods unhurriedly, and laughed loudly:
"Haha, I didn't expect you youngsters to have some skill."
On the official road, Shen Jingchuan, Xiao Mingshu, and Huan'er had just stopped fighting when they heard the sound and suddenly became alert, turning their heads to look. They saw a man in gray standing two or three hundred meters away.
Seeing that the visitor was hostile, Shen Jingchuan flipped his wrist and took out five boxes of machine gun ammunition from his Storage Ring. He also took out the empty Storage Bag that the alchemy shopkeeper had given him earlier—he had two of them. He quickly stuffed all five boxes of ammunition into the bag, tied it to Huan'er's belt, and said in a deep voice:
"Keep this safe, I'll teach you how to reload."
Huan'er nodded quickly, obediently took out a box of bullets from her Storage Bag, held it in her palm, and looked at him with her beautiful big eyes.
Shen Jingchuan gripped the lid of the box with his fingertips, pulled it open with a "click," and pointed the end of the ammunition belt at the chamber interface, saying:
"Watch, aim the bullet here and insert it, just slide it in, understand?"
"Got it! This is easy!"
Huan'er's eyes sparkled, like a child who had just received a new toy, and the corners of her mouth couldn't help but turn up.
Shen Jingchuan said no more. He took out a box of new ammunition from his Storage Ring, replaced the empty ammunition belt, and locked the end with a click. His movements were swift and efficient.
Zhou Kui stood with his hands behind his back, observing coldly the whole time, showing no intention of taking advantage of the situation.
In his view, no matter how much trouble the younger generation caused by playing with some strange and unusual objects, they couldn't make a difference. With his Eighth Layer of Qi Refining of Qi Refining, he could suppress them with a wave of his hand.
At this moment, Xiao Mingshu had already changed her ammunition belt, and was hovering in mid-air on her flying sword, the tip of the sword slightly lowered, and said coldly:
Who are you? What are your intentions?
Who I am is not important.
Zhou Kui chuckled and slowly drew his magic sword from his waist. The sword was covered in blue patterns and gleamed with a chilling spiritual light. Xiao Mingshu could tell that it was a high-grade magic sword.
"The important thing is that you will all die here today."
As soon as he finished speaking, he picked up his sword and walked slowly toward the three of them.
When they were still fifty meters apart, Shen Jingchuan and Xiao Mingshu felt a sinking feeling in their hearts at the same time.
Having witnessed the power of the machine gun firsthand, the enemy still dared to approach unhurriedly, clearly demonstrating their confidence and lack of fear of such an attack.
Xiao Mingshu focused her attention to probe the other party's aura, only to find it unfathomable, and she couldn't discern the other party's specific cultivation level. She knew that the other party's realm was far above her own. She gripped the gun tightly with both hands, and slightly exerted force with her fingertips.
Huan'er, on the other hand, had fewer concerns and shouted loudly while holding her gun:
"Take one more step and I'll shoot!"
Zhou Kui burst into laughter upon hearing this:
"Little brat, then you give it a try."
Before she could finish speaking, Huan'er had already pulled the trigger. By now, she was skilled at firing, the muzzle of the gun steadily pressed against the opponent's chest and abdomen, and a dense hail of bullets whistled through the air.
Zhou Kui's expression hardened slightly, and his Spiritual Power surged suddenly, instantly creating a solid Spiritual Qi shield.
To be on the safe side, he simultaneously flipped his left hand, summoning a mid-grade metal magic Law Artifact — the Azure Gang Shield. The shield was forged from Geng metal mixed with Geng Metal Mystic Iron, gleaming with a cold, bluish-gray luster, and stood firmly in front of him.