The members of the Gray Wolf Regiment burst out laughing one by one:

"Don't mind, of course don't!"

"What age is it, and you still want to fight in the way of a knight, and you don't have a long life?"

"Swords and guns can't stop bullets, anyone who wants to play handsome like this will end up in tragedy, let me be the first to come!"

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In the blink of an eye, the Gunners were battling fiercely for the first game they were destined to win.

Finally, after several rounds of guessing the knockout round, a gunslinger named Harris whistled excitedly and walked out triumphantly.

On the opposite side came a young man who looked to be less than twenty years old, with a long sword hanging from his waist, and although he was dressed in black, his appearance seemed to be somewhat abnormal.

"It turned out to be an Indian, no wonder he didn't know how to use a musket. Harris took a closer look and couldn't help laughing, "Young man, even if you draw your sword and have the speed of a leopard, you can't win this duel, this is the gap between civilizations!"

He smiled merrily, but his opponent didn't seem to understand him, and his face didn't change at all.

White said unhurriedly, "How about a ten-meter duel?"

Harris shrugged lightly, "Whatever." ”

The two stood still and looked at each other.

After a while, there was a "dang" sound, and the small bell that was more than a gun rang.

Harris's right hand was like a snake scurrying out of the grass, and he quickly reached for the gun at his waist. At the same time, as a good gunner, his eyes were glued to the other side without blinking.

Even if the guy on the other side wants to draw his sword to fight, he will not be careless. Never ignore the slightest change in the other person's expression and body.

Then he saw a little cold light flash, just as he had just touched the handle of the gun. The cold light was already shooting towards his eyebrows.

Harris was stunned, how could this guy's sword draw speed was so fast, was it really the speed of a leopard?

But it doesn't matter, even if he shoots this fast, after all, there is still a distance of ten meters between the two of us, and it is completely too late to shoot a bullet at him before he stabs me.

I think so. But Harris was horrified to find that he couldn't do that anymore.

After this cold light flashed, it was not only that his eyebrows felt extremely tingling. There was also a strong and solemn murderous aura that enveloped the whole body, as if trapped in a muddy swamp, no matter what movement took a lot of strength, it became very slow.

When the man in black stabbed Harris in the center of the brow with a sword. The opponent's gun was just halfway up.

After the sword is collected. Harris had an extra bloody hole in his face, and with a look of disbelief on his face, he slowly fell backwards.

The audience was silent for several minutes, and the gray wolf group finally made a commotion.

"This can't be, Harris obviously has time to shoot the bullet, why is his gun suddenly slower?"

"Could it be that the Indian on the other side is a wizard and has cast some kind of magic on Harris?"

"Yes, yes, it must be the power of witchcraft. I felt a strong momentum trapping Harris just now, as if it had crushed his spirit all at once. ”

White said with a blank face. "You can come up with a second person to duel, and the people on our side will not change. ”

The gunmen of the Grey Wolf Regiment fell silent again.

Modell frowned and shouted, "What if he is an Indian wizard, what if he knows magic, and have you killed fewer Indians?" For hundreds of years, in the vast land of America, the strongest was steel and gunpowder, not some so-called witchcraft!"

As soon as he said this, it immediately had an effect, and immediately a brave man stood up again, "I, Roberts, have come to deal with this Indian!"

He shouted at the "Indian Wizard", "Hey, it's not fair that you use witchcraft during a duel, I ask that the distance of the duel be extended to twenty meters!"

White said coldly, "What evidence do you have that he used witchcraft!"

"Everyone saw it just now, and all of a sudden, Harris's action of pulling out his gun became slow. "This is so unusual, so this Indian must have used magical powers like demagoguery hypnosis." ”

"That's because your accomplice is too timid, and his hands and feet are too weak, of course he can't lift a gun. ”

"If you don't extend the distance of the duel, then I ask him to use a musket to fight me as well. Roberts said angrily, "Bullets are never attached to witchcraft." ”

The accomplice behind the back reminded, "Roberts, bullets are not necessarily incapable of spells, and the Holy See in Europe is said to have carved crosses on silver bullets to destroy vampires." ”

Roberts said angrily, "That's superstition!"

"Twenty meters is twenty meters. The man in black standing across from him spoke, "Let's start the next round of dueling." ”

"Since you say so, then no problem. Roberts thought to himself, all witchcraft can be cast at a limited distance, and you can't get too far away from the wizard's side, and I don't believe that twenty meters away you can't shoot a guy with a primitive weapon.

"Dang", the bell of the second round of the duel was also ringed.

After the bell rang, Roberts was a little nervous, but thanks to countless hard training, the action of touching the gun was still extremely fast, not slow compared to usual.

When he raised the gun, he found that the other party had just drawn out his sword, and his heart was immediately relieved: Sure enough, your witchcraft has no effect on me at this distance, and Harris died really unfortunate just now.

Before he could finish thinking about this thought, the movements of his hands were already in accordance with the habit of long-term training, and he pulled the trigger without hesitation, and with a roar, the bullet immediately shot forward at a speed invisible to the naked eye.

Immediately afterward, there was a particularly loud metal crash that crashed into everyone's eardrums.

The sound was as if a bullet had hit a steel plate.

Roberts looked at the other side in a daze, and the man in black did not have any wounds on his body, except for a small pit in the tip of the long sword, and a faint smoke floated up.

"This can't be, this can't be!" Roberts really couldn't accept this fact, why did he just use the blade of his sword to block the bullet, this anti-heaven luck is too much to be taken care of by God!

Then, he also saw a little cold light flashing, which was the bright light of the opponent's sword stabbing head-on.

Like Harris, the onlookers froze when they saw Roberts' expression, until he was stabbed through the throat with a sword of lightning.

"Look, I'm right. White said lightly, "It's completely frightened and bold, of course, you will only stand still." ”

The man in black slowly retreated, although he had killed two people in a row, there was almost no blood on the long sword, which showed how fast the stabbing was in and out of the human body.

The gunners of the Gray Wolf Regiment became stiff, and some even began to tremble, and finally couldn't help but shout at him, "Why can you block the bullet, is this witchcraft?"

"It's just a prediction. The man in black said in a very calm voice, "From the posture of his gun, the angle of aiming, and the rhythm of the shot, you can deduce the path of the bullet after it is discharged." You can do it if you practice. ”

Can you do it only by practicing?

Everyone who heard this couldn't help but curse in their hearts: You should tell me how to practice the Fa, and only if you believe in it will you have a ghost.

"Your show can end here!"

Moder was the only person in the gray wolf group whose face remained unchanged, and his eyes became fiery, like a seasoned hunter who had seen the flaws in his prey, "In the third round, twenty meters away, I will face you off!"

The leader wants to take action in person, and the confidence of his subordinates can't help but slowly recover, after all, the leader's vision is insightful, but all of them are convinced, otherwise how could they be gathered under his command.

Since the chief was so sure, he must have a way to deal with this mysterious Indian.

When his subordinates saw that Moder had chosen to use a rifle, a rifle, their confidence was even more bursting.

You know, the speed at which the leader raises his rifle is not slower than when they draw their pistols, and the power of fire is not comparable to that of handcuffs.

The opponent's thin long sword barely blocked the pistol bullet is the limit, how can it be possible to block the powerful rifle bullet?

"Dang", the bell of the third round of the duel was also ringed.

Modell quickly picked up the rifled gun from the ground, held it firmly in his arms, and pointed it at the other party.

He was not in a hurry to make a move, he had already thought in his heart that when the opponent drew his sword and rushed towards him, he chose an appropriate time, such as the moment he changed steps, gently pulling the trigger, not only could he be completely unable to dodge, but even if he wanted to use the long sword to block the bullet, it was also too late.

But when he raised the rifle, he was stunned, the other party was still in place at all, and he had no intention of rushing.

But a little cold light is already shining in mid-air, what's going on?

The answer was simple, the opponent drew his sword much faster than him, and then threw it directly at him as if it were a javelin.

After this sword was thrown, although it was as fast as a flying fire meteor, after all, there was a distance of twenty meters, and Moder did not have a chance to dodge.

But it took him a moment to pick up a heavy rifle and hold it tightly in his hand, and it was too late to dodge the flying sword.

Strangely, when Moder felt that he couldn't dodge, he also felt that there was a deep murderous aura enveloping him, like a tight net surrounding him layer after layer.

So he watched as the cold light flew near, like a javelin piercing his chest, leaving a large bloody hole.

Modell finally remembered that it seemed that he should have pulled the trigger and fired the bullet at the other man.

But there was no strength left in his hands, and his body was driven by the huge force that passed through his chest, and he slowly fell backwards. (To be continued......)