I'm wandering in the world

Chapter 114: The First Battle of the Human Emperor Banner

The old man held the black pistol tightly in both hands and stuck behind the old door. As soon as someone appeared, he would rush out and empty the magazine!
Unless you practice the indestructible kung fu described in novels.

Otherwise, no one can withstand a volley of bullets at such a close distance, not even a bulletproof vest.

Because it will hit the head...

Click, click, a slightly strange sound of footsteps was heard.

The old man exhaled and placed his index finger lightly on the trigger.

pat.

He turned his head and looked at the Bagua mirror hanging above the back room. The mirror reflected a person standing in the yard outside the door, wearing a black hat, a mask, and a windbreaker...

The man said in a slightly hoarse voice: "Friend, I know you are here, come out and talk."

The old man smiled coldly, kicked his legs, rushed out from behind the door, raised the muzzle of the gun and pointed it at the man in the windbreaker, and fired a volley of bullets. The distance of about seven or eight meters made the accuracy extremely high, and several bullets hit the windbreaker man's body and head!
"you……"

The man in the windbreaker only managed to utter one word before falling straight down.

Seeing this, the old man did not approach rashly, but took out another gun from his inner pocket and fired bullets at the man in the windbreaker's limbs, abdomen, chest, and head...

Kaka.

There was the sound of an empty round from the pistol.

The old man pushed down the magazine, loaded the bullets and approached the man in the windbreaker: "What era is it now? You still keep the traditional fighting methods. You just come here to die. It's really nonsense... Times have changed."

“No, times haven’t changed.”

A voice came from above.

The old man looked up hurriedly, and saw a young man squatting on the eaves, looking at him with a gun in his hand!

Come on!
He didn't even bother to load the magazine, he just loaded it into the pistol and raised his hand to shoot!
Unexpectedly, his ankles felt tight, and when he looked down, he was immediately shocked and broke out in a cold sweat. He saw that the dead man in the windbreaker was holding it tightly with both hands outstretched.

The mask fell off, revealing a hideous and terrifying dirty skull face.

Corpse!

There are still people who master this ancient skill!
The old man's heart was beating wildly. A normal person spends his entire life studying metaphysics, and it is already very good if he can master one of them and use it proficiently. Even a genius can only master one more thing than others.

If you insist on learning everything, you will only be miscellaneous and will suffer a great loss in the future.

I didn't expect that the bastard who was fighting against me not only knew the secret art of Feng Shui, but also the Xiangxi corpse-driving method. Such a genius would make a name for himself anywhere, but he had to come to Hong Kong to pick a fight with me. Damn it!

The old man hurriedly said: "Little brother, wait..."

The sun was strong and the other party was squatting on the roof, which was a bit dazzling from his perspective, so he moved the muzzle of the gun upwards while talking.

"boom!"

Continuous gunshots rang out, and the old man was shot in the middle of his brow. His head tilted back, his body shook, and his feet staggered...

His body remained at a strange angle and he didn't fall down.

Kaka...

There was a crisp sound of bones at the waist.

He twisted his body back abruptly, his eyes gleaming with darkness. "I'm working for the Li family, how could I not have a backup plan? Your sneak attack was very effective, but it's a pity that I was already half dead... What's the big deal if I get shot?"

The words have not yet fallen.

There was a sound of "swish" and the sharp blade entering the flesh.

The bronze sword tip protruded from the old man's back. He looked up into the sky and saw a hole in the protective netting at the eaves. The young man just now jumped down secretly, took out a long sword from somewhere, and suddenly gave him a heart-piercing sword strike.

"I'm not afraid of bullets...your sword...ah..." The old man's face suddenly became distorted, and he grabbed the blade of the Evil-Breaking Sword that was pierced in his chest with both hands: "Where did you get this sword...from?"

Chen Qingyuan slowly turned the Sword of Breaking Evil and said, "What is the matter with the Li family that I just mentioned? Please tell me everything in detail... Don't worry, I have plenty of time."

Old man: "Don't even think about it..."

Chen Qingyuan showed a meaningful smile: "Hard-boned, huh?"

He slowly pulled out the Sword of Breaking Evil and then slowly inserted it back, even twisting it left and right. The old man's face was distorted with pain, and he couldn't bear it anymore and started to scream...

"I'm telling you, stop torturing me. If I die, you won't know anything."

"I don't agree with your idea."

Chen Qingyuan drew out his long sword, and it disappeared with a flick of his hand. In its place appeared a red banner made of tree branches and a long piece of cloth. A faint yin energy permeated around the red banner. He smiled and said, "If you were not honest during your lifetime, I also know a little bit about the punishment after death..."

He said, gently waving the red flag: "The Human Emperor Flag will capture all the treacherous and evil people!"

The old man's eyes twitched. Isn't this the soul flag written in the ancient books and strange novels? Only an evil sorcerer would make such an evil magic weapon. Even if it is named some shitty Human Emperor Flag, it can't change its essence.

He covered his chest and lay on the ground, barely breathing. "All the information I have is hidden in the room behind you. The switch is under the spirit card table. I am defeated by you because I am not as skilled as you. I am convinced. I hope you can keep your promise and not attack my soul after death..."

The man in the windbreaker stood up suddenly.

He was Zhang Xiuren, who was brought down from Lotus Mountain by Chen Qingyuan after he took the car back...

In Hong Kong at that time, it was normal for gangs to fight over supremacy and for people to die on the streets. As long as you had money and asked around, you could buy a sharpened pistol. It was extremely easy.

In order to prevent the other party from having a "grandmaster-level duel" with him.

Chen Qingyuan could only temporarily decide to take Zhang Xiuren with him, change his appearance, and dress up a little to attract firepower, while he himself took a detour and walked over the eaves...

As expected, he is really a master.

The old man is barely breathing and may die at any moment.

Zhang Xiuren was not afraid of traps. They were all dead anyway, so he walked straight in and fumbled under the table. He found a switch and pressed it...

There was a hole on the table, with several thick books inside. It picked up the books, and a large amount of black and purple smoke suddenly gushed out of the hole, filling half the room in an instant.

Chen Qingyuan: “…”

Zhang Xiuren: “…”

Old man: "Listen to my explanation..."

Chen Qingyuan thrust the Human Emperor Banner into the old man’s chest, recalling the soul-collecting spell from the Lushan Evil Spell in his mind. He formed hand seals, chanted spells, and forcibly pulled out the old man’s living soul (a soul is considered a dead soul only after it has completely died) and stuffed it into the Human Emperor Banner…

Soul Banner.

It is not a magical tool used only by evil sects.

It is an improved product of the soul-summoning banner. It has changed from summoning the souls of the dead to locking and refining them. It nourishes the banner itself with the resentful energy of the souls of the dead. At critical moments, it can also release the souls inside to attack the enemy...

Because of the shortage of mana.

Chen Qingyuan could only temporarily insert the Human Emperor Banner into the enemy to absorb their souls.

The old man's soul screamed miserably: "Ah... You are untrustworthy. You are a pervert. You will not die a good death!"

For props, it mainly depends on the mentality of the person using them.

Like a knife, it is a butcher's knife in the hands of a butcher, a kitchen utensil in the hands of a chef, and a murder weapon in the hands of a murderer.

(End of this chapter)