Two-dimensional Wanderer

Times will progress, and people will not stop moving forward.

Swordsmanship will never fall out of fashion, and the era of samurai will never come to an end!

"Kaka!" A strange metal collision sounded, replacing the gunshot.

No more bullets were fired, and one of the three famous weapons at the end of the Tokugawa period, the hand-cranked Gatling machine gun stopped attacking.

After a steady stream of shots, it reached its limit and jammed.

"Bastard, how could this be?" The strong man impatiently wanted to open the barrel of the gun, but as soon as his hand touched it, there was a sound of "Zi".

The temperature above is terrifyingly high.

He raised his head in horror and looked at the man opposite.

Yingluo's face was extremely pale, but she wore a proud smile.The sweat turned into mist and came out of her like a dragon flying through the clouds.

"Looks like I won!"

She was over the limit, and Gatling wasn't.

The mechanical limits are set from the beginning and absolutely cannot be surpassed.

And human limits are meant to be broken!

The broken sword was retracted into its sheath, and Yingluo slowly came to the strong man and to Gatlin.

"You said that swordsmanship is useless?"

Sweat fell from the face of the strong man. He was like an ant stared at by a giant dragon, unable to move or speak. The power of life and death rested in the opponent's hands.

"Maybe one day swordsmanship will no longer have to take on the role of killing, but it will never become useless. And that day is still very early, definitely not now!"

"As for the bullet, the current situation has already explained everything. I win and you lose, it's clear, isn't it?"

The strong man nodded with difficulty.

"Very good!" Ying Luo put on a stance, which was the stance of drawing a sword.

"Now, it's time to collect the bet!"

The white light was fierce, as if it was not a broken sword, but a giant dragon soaring above the nine heavens, attacking in rage with an unstoppable momentum.

"Sky Soaring Dragon Flash!!!"

The highest profound meaning of Feitian Yujianliu, the extremely fast sword-drawing technique, was performed for the first time in the era of the end of the curtain.

As a weapon in the industrial age, the Gatling mechanism was cut to pieces like a piece of paper.

Gears, parts, steel, were all torn to pieces by the dragon and flew into the air.

Yingluo roared like thunder: "The era of samurai is far from over!"

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Chapter 73 Wildfire

The parts and steel fell on the ground, and the body of the strong man fell together.

There was a huge wound on his chest. If it wasn't for the Gatling machine gun blocking most of the force, I'm afraid he would have been cut in two.

Tianxiang Longshan can cut off everything.

Even times are no exception.

The surroundings became quiet, and everyone stared blankly at the people in the field. Even Jian Xin was shocked by the mighty power of this move and opened his mouth wide.

It is too strong, and it is a sword technique that surpasses all things. Is this the highest meaning of Feitian Yujianliu?

He was shaking, but not with fear, but with excitement.

Ying Luo retracted the movement of swinging the knife, looked around at the dazed gunman, licked her lips, and cut off the head of the person closest to her without hesitation.

"There is more than one enemy!"

She had a smile on her face, holding a bloody broken sword, exuding a strange beauty.

There is vengeance for vengeance, there is vengeance for vengeance.

It's just right!

"Run!" I don't know who shouted first, and the gunmen began to flee.Even with a gun in hand, it cannot give them any sense of security.

That woman, an existence that even a Gatling gun can defeat!

They were like panicked ants, fleeing in all directions.

As a giant dragon, Ying Luo frowned after chasing and beheading a few people.

"Damn, can't you just let me beheaded? It's going to waste a lot of energy!" She shook her body and supported the big tree beside her: "It seems... a little tired."

Old limits have been transcended, and new limits are born at once.

Seriously injured and still bleeding, she slowly sat down along the tree trunk.

"Sister Yingluo!" Jianxin and Ba wanted to come over, but they didn't want to suddenly shake the mountain. A fire burst out fiercely, and the huge air wave directly overturned the two of them.

When they got up, what they saw was terrifying.

It was as if a hole had been opened in the ground, and countless trees were blown off, burning across the ground.What's even more disturbing is that Yingluo is firmly trapped in the sea of ​​fire.

"How could this be? What the hell happened?" Jian Xin shouted angrily.Obviously already won, why did it become like this?

Xue Daiyuan snorted and said, "It smells of black gunpowder. It seems that those gunmen brought not only bullets but also explosives last night, probably thinking that if we can't persist, they will use gunpowder to kill us. Blast to death in the temple."

"But why is it exploding now?"

Yukiyo Yuan shrugged his shoulders: "How do I know, maybe someone secretly ignited the lead, maybe it was just a coincidence that triggered the mechanism... But the most important thing is not why it happened, but what to do now."

Jian Xin looked up, Ying Luo was completely surrounded by fire, but she closed her eyes and seemed to be asleep.

"Damn it!" He took off his coat and soaked in the snow.

He wants to save people, even if his legs and feet are inconvenient, but that is his important relatives!

Ba didn't stop him, just watched silently, then squatted down and helped push the snow over.

Jian Xin's movements stopped, he looked at Ba, and said apologetically: "I'm sorry, not only took away your happiness, but also didn't let you live a good day, and now I don't care about your mood..."

Ba shook his head and continued: "No, every day with you is very happy!"

Kenshin grabbed Ba's hand tightly, and his eyes were full of hope, while Yukiyo Yuan turned his head in annoyance.

It was obviously cold wet clothes, but Kenshin only felt surrounded by warmth.

"I'll be back, with Sister Yingluo, come back together!"

"Well, please be more careful!" Ba said with a smile: "I will prepare rice with rice crackers tonight. If I remember correctly, it should be Sister Yingluo's favorite food."

"I also love to eat."

"Cooker rice?"

"No, I like everything you do!"

Ba's eyes are curved like crescent moons. This is the life she wants. It doesn't need to be rich or noble, just plain and simple.

Let me spend the rest of my life slowly repaying the sin of betraying Kiyosato-sama!

And now...

She adjusted the collar of the man in front of her.

I'm just a swordsman's wife!

The wife of the swordsman named Hiimura Kenshin...!

"I'm going! Wait for me!" Jian Xin said firmly.

Ba nodded.

Jian Xin looked at the fire, took a deep breath, and just took a step, but there was another loud noise.

The soil was flying, the trees fell, and when I opened my eyes, there was only a raging fire, and there was no shadow of Ying Luo.

"No!" Jian Xin frantically shouted, "Sister Yingluo!" He wanted to rush in, but was held back by someone.

It's Snow Generation.

He said coldly: "It was fine before, but no matter how you look at it now, that woman is dead, and your going is just a waste of life!"

"Let go!" Kenshin opened the other side, but Yukino Yuki's next words made him stop again.

"You bastard, think about your sister's feelings too!"

Jianxin turned his head sharply, and Ba was crying.

It is not only the unfortunate death of crying Yingluo, but also the death in vain of crying Jianxin.

But as a wife, she cannot stop her husband.

Seeing Jian Xin's gaze, she quickly wiped away the tears on her face: "Yes, I'm sorry, please don't take me into account."

"Hey, Kenshin, if one day, your wife and I fall into the river together, who will you save?"

"Of course I'll save you, Sister Yingluo."

"why?"

"I thought I could find another wife, but there is only one sister Yingluo!"

"Haha, although it's stupid, you kid, you are surprisingly good at flattering!"

"It's not flattering, it's the truth."

"Really? I'm glad! But one day, I hope you'll save your wife."

"Ah, why?"

"Because the only one who can spend your life with you is your wife."

"What about you, Sister Yingluo?"

"I'm probably just passing by!"

Damn, it's not a passerby, it's my important relatives!

With tears in his eyes, Jian Xin took Ba's hand.