This martial saint's health bar is too thick

Chapter 46 Gun and Power

On the hillside, the purple-robed man, surrounded by many stars, waved his hand.

Following his order, hundreds of believers shouted and rushed down the hillside, surrounding the stronghold below from all directions!
These believers were obviously more elite and the weapons they held were more sophisticated.

"Team King?"

In front of the altar, several regular martial artists looked at Wang Ping and said, "Let's retreat."

"withdraw?!"

Wang Ping pointed at the people who had fallen around him and said, "We're retreating. We lost hundreds of inspectors and dozens of top-ranked students from the Military Academy in this operation. How are we going to survive in Xingcheng for the rest of our lives?"

"Captain Wang, what do you want to do?"

someone asked.

Wang Ping looked up at the man in the purple robe on the hillside with murderous intent in his eyes:
"This man should be the leader of the Anshen Sect. Rush over and catch him. There is still a chance to reverse this battle!"

He was very confident in his own strength, and with three teammates, he didn't think that the Anshen Sect had the strength to stop four registered martial artists.

The three teammates looked at each other and nodded:

"Okay, let's give it a try!"

"on!"

Wang Ping took the lead and rushed out first, followed by the other three.

The four registered martial artists were as fast as galloping horses. In the blink of an eye, they jumped over the wooden wall of the mountain village and rushed out!

The four of them rushed towards the man on the hillside who was suspected to be the leader of the Anshen Sect.

The purple-robed man looked at the four martial artists rushing towards him, smiled confidently, and raised his hand:
"Prepare."

As soon as he finished speaking, more than twenty believers stood up with rifles!

The first row was half-crouching, the second row was standing, with their guns pointed at the four martial artists rushing down the hillside.

The rifles in these people's hands are Eagle Strike II, which were imported from Western countries in the early days of the Ming-Sin Reform Movement. The Tiger rifle independently produced by the Da Lan Dynasty imitated the "Eagle Strike".

The Da Lan Dynasty was founded on military power, and its people were tough and brave. At the beginning, they banned armor but not swords, and banned crossbows but not bows.

In other words, the imperial court would not care if the people collected swords, but if they privately stored armor, they would be treated as rebels!

Similarly, we won’t care about collecting bows and arrows, but privately keeping crossbows is not allowed.

Later, with the beginning of the Ming-Sin Reform, the Da Lan Dynasty introduced Western gunpowder weapons on a large scale, and the imperial court raised the ban on firearms to the highest level.

However, after more than 500 years of feudal empire, there were too many accumulated problems, and the court's control over the local areas was constantly declining. Almost all local tyrants, martial arts sects and aristocratic families privately stored firearms, and some could even make their own guns!

In this context, it is not surprising that the Anshen Sect was able to obtain more than 20 Eagle Strike II rifles.

"Yu!"

Wang Ping shouted immediately upon seeing this.

The four martial artists quickly changed their charging formation, with a man holding a round shield at the front, while Wang Ping and the other three hid behind him.

The martial artist holding the shield shouted loudly, and a black aura surged out of his skin, enveloping his entire body and covering the shield in his hand.

Bang bang bang bang bang——

A burst of dense gunfire rang out, and some bullets hit the opponent's shield and bounced off.

Some of the bullets hit the martial artist and sank into the sea like mud.

The opponent was completely unaffected and continued to charge despite the bullets!

"Xuanbei Jin? Good."

The purple-robed man standing on the hillside smiled slightly and didn't seem worried at all.

The next second, a three-meter-long red snake flew out from behind the shield-holding man, like an arrow shot from a bow, and flew quickly towards the hillside!
It was the Red Scale Power that Wang Ping cultivated using his own innate Qi.

This force took the shape of a snake, carrying an astonishingly high temperature.

Before the red snake came close, the people on the hillside could already feel a wave of heat sweeping over them. The believers standing in the second row subconsciously shot at the red snake, but the bullet passed through the red snake without causing any impact on it, and the red snake's speed remained unchanged.

Just when the red snake was only ten meters away from the crowd, a figure rushed out.

The man was covered in a black robe, was tall, had a mask on his face, and held a nine-ring broadsword in his hand.

He swung his sword at the red snake. The nine-ring sword in his hand emitted an astonishing chill. Wherever the blade passed, the air condensed into frost!

puff-

The cold blade slashed the red snake, a large amount of white steam rose up, and a strong wind blew up from the ground!
The masked man was knocked back several steps, but he also dispersed Wang Ping's Chi Lin energy.

"A martial arts practitioner?!"

Wang Ping, who was standing behind his companions, showed a look of surprise.

After a warrior reaches the Qi transformation stage, he can be called a martial artist. A martial artist who can transform his innate Qi into special strength is called a strength-training martial artist and is considered a master in the Qi transformation stage.

Wang Ping didn't expect that there was a martial artist in a cult. With the other party's strength, he could definitely pass the assessment and become an official martial artist of the court. There was no need for him to follow a small cult.

It felt like he took people to hunt rabbits, but a wild wolf jumped out of the rabbit hole!
When his Chilin Jin was cut off, his other two companions rushed out from behind the shield-bearing man, holding revolvers and shooting at the gun-wielding cultists on the hillside.

In the past, the imperial court's official martial arts masters might have received special training in bows and arrows and hidden weapons, but with the introduction of gunpowder weapons, everyone now practices spearmanship.

Unless you are a martial artist who specializes in hidden weapons, a revolver is more useful than any other hidden weapon.

The two registered martial artists were holding the 'war halberd', a double-barreled revolver that could fire two bullets at a time.

The two martial artists rushed up the hillside while shooting.

Their original intention was to use pistols to interfere with the armed believers on the hillside and gain a chance to get close, but they never expected that these believers were all fearless and unshakable in the face of the guns. They still pulled the bolt steadily, loaded the bullets, and then raised their guns to shoot.

bang bang bang-

A burst of gunfire rang out, and several believers were shot and fell to the ground. Two registered martial artists were also shot several times.

However, they were wearing protective clothing made of exotic animal skins. Although it could not completely protect against rifle bullets, it could reduce the impact of the bullets. Coupled with the defense formed by implants in the body, the bullets were stuck in the muscles.

As long as you are not hit in vital parts, it won't be a big deal even if you are shot a few times.

The two registered martial artists took the opportunity to jump over the last section of distance and charged into the crowd!

This was like a tiger entering a flock of sheep. The two men unleashed powerful force in their every move, easily breaking people's bones and tendons, and killed these gun-wielding cultists one by one!

Just when the two were about to rush towards the purple-robed man who was suspected to be the leader of the Anshen Sect and capture him, two figures wearing black robes and masks jumped out and greeted the two regular martial artists respectively.

The two sides soon engaged in a battle.

Wang Ping, who was not far away, saw this scene and finally became a little panicked.

Because the two black-robed men who suddenly appeared were also martial artists!
There was not one but three wild wolves jumping out of the rabbit hole!

Zhigeyuan keeps records of all martial artists and martial artists who practice Jin in Xingcheng and keeps close watch on them, so Wang Ping couldn't figure out where these three martial artists who practice Jin came from?

With three martial artists practicing martial arts and a magician in the divine transformation period, and so many believers around, Wang Ping's determination began to waver.

To deal with the Anshen Sect, a small local cult with no roots, this time the Zhige Academy sent four regular martial artists plus hundreds of inspectors from the Inspection Institute, as well as dozens of A-grade students from the Military Academy and several special lecturers with the ability of martial artists. This is already a lineup of a lion fighting a rabbit.

Normally speaking, it's like a mountain crushing an egg!

But no one expected that a mere small cult could have such power.

Although a magician in the transformation stage cannot defeat a martial artist in a head-on fight, he would be in great trouble if he hides aside and provides assistance.

"withdraw!"

Wang Ping shouted loudly.

He finally gave up the idea of ​​capturing the leader of the Anshen Sect alive and turning the situation around in one fell swoop, and planned to leave with his teammates.

As for the inspectors and students of the Military Academy who had fallen asleep in the mountain stronghold, they could only leave it to their fate.

(End of this chapter)