Chapter 218 217. Mishan Yuanzhen

Outside the longhouse of the ronin group in the castle town, a group of bandits who still maintained their basic organization, holding torches and kerosene, surrounded the longhouse.

It was already drizzling in the night, but this level of rain could not prevent a deliberate fire.

Now the only reason why the bandits didn't throw out the kerosene and torches was that they didn't want to burn the ronin's belongings in the longhouse.

In the eyes of bandits, ronin are generally richer than ordinary civilians.

But even so, the bandits' little patience was about to be exhausted.

Although the wall around the longhouse is thin, it can still be regarded as a barrier.

In a cold weapon confrontation, even a small slope can be considered an advantage.

The people at the top have a longer attack range, a wider range of attack targets, and stronger weapons. But if the people at the bottom want to rush forward, they have to waste an entire movement on raising their legs before they can swing their weapons.

Therefore, although the ronin group in the longhouse did not have a leader, a group of people who made money by licking blood with their swords still relied on their bloody courage and ruthlessness to at least not lose this stronghold.

"Hold! Hold on!"

The rogues were waving samurai swords and spears by the wall while shouting and encouraging each other to make sure that they were still alive and that the defense zone they were responsible for had not been breached.

"The bandits will not let anyone live! Even if it is to survive, they must be stopped!"

At the gate of the longhouse courtyard, a thin wooden door had been cut from the outside and was smashed to the point of collapse. There were several large holes in the door panel.

The two ronin, who knew a little bit about pistol skills, stretched out their spears from the large hole in the door panel. The metal blades swayed like poisonous snakes, making the bandits at the front door afraid to approach for a while.

The two spearmen encouraged each other and checked for each other's mistakes. But even so, they knew in their hearts that the situation was getting worse.

After such a long time, no reinforcements from the Hirata clan have arrived. However, the bandits' momentum is getting louder and louder, and the screams and wails outside are getting smaller and smaller.

Everyone in the castle town was almost killed!

What they are doing now is just fighting against a trapped beast.

At this moment, the bandits who were afraid to come forward by the spears at the gate seemed to suddenly come up with a good plan.

Their cheeks were covered with a layer of black putty, smiling in the firelight and drizzle.

"That monk!" The bandit holding a torch shouted as he waved the light source in his hand toward the distance.

"The monk with the Jumonji Gun! Aren't you some kind of [Ninja Killer]? Come here and do a favor, break down the courtyard gate, and share the contents with you! This is the courtyard where those wanderers live!"

The two spearmen guarding the gate looked at each other, and in the darkness beyond the yard, a glinting spear tip was first revealed.

The head of this gun is half a meter long, and the entire gun is at least three and a half meters long!

The ashigaru spears in their hands reached two meters into the air. Even if their bodies had been pierced by others' spearheads, their own spearheads could not even touch them!

"He just said, 'Monk'?"

Suddenly, a spear ronin said with trembling lips.

Big gun and monk, when these two words are combined, an image of a rogue will emerge.

——Mishanyuan!

A group of 'monks' who wear Buddhist skins, work as mercenaries, and use the secret spear skills taught in the temple!

I call myself a monk, but I just think the organizational structure of the temple is more convenient.

Sure enough, when the man with the big gun came out of the darkness, he was dressed like a Japanese traveling monk.

Wearing straw sandals, black clothes and white trousers, a white turban on his head, and a few strings of Buddhist beads on his chest.

But what he said did not mean "compassion" at all.

"A ronin who wields a spear? The young monk smiled at the harvest."

It seems that killing all the people inside is not something worth caring about.

The ronai at the door watched as the monk from Mishan Temple came closer and took a stance with a big gun in hand.

The man's muscles and bones tightened inch by inch, the end of the gun was on his side, and the tip of the gun pointed downwards at an angle. His steps were forward and backward, as if he was charging forward.

After he assumed this posture, he never paid attention to the spear head protruding from the wooden door, as if it was not an iron tool that could pierce human flesh, flesh, and bones, but just a children's wooden toy.

He kicked off the ground with his back foot, splashing up a burst of mud. In the horrified and desperate eyes of the ronin behind the wooden door, the head of the Jumonji spear of the Mishan-in monk brought about a spiral airflow without rotating at all!

The density of the airflow is so high that you can even see the white streamlines directly with the naked eye!

This is the [Power] application of [Mizanin Style Spear Technique].

Even based on sensory evaluation, this gun can penetrate a half-meter-thick earthen wall, let alone a thin wooden door!

The wooden door and the two ronin behind it were no different from ragdolls in front of this shot.

"Xia Mishanyuan Yuanzhen, the monk accepts your bequests with joy! Haha!"

The bandits behind Mishanin Enma also showed expectant expressions under this shot. After all, they would be able to rush in and buy for zero dollars soon.

But just when the spear-wielding monk soldier relied on the strength of his spear skills to leap into the air and rush towards the target.

Surrounded by bandits, I suddenly remembered a muffled sound.

The air was torn apart, and a special warhead flew at a speed exceeding the speed of sound, accurately capturing Mishanin Enma's movement trajectory.

Jumping in mid-air, the big spear entangled in the air flow was like the monk soldiers of the Ming King who came to the world.

First, a small stream of blood burst out from his left waist.

Under the turban, his eyes, which were full of confidence and murderous intent, suddenly widened at this moment.

It was not a normal opening of the eyes, but the eyelids were opened to the limit under the severe pain!

The internal organs were crushed into minced meat, and the special projectile rolled in his abdominal cavity. When it finally burst out from the right waist, it directly opened a hole as big as a bowl of ocean in his body!

"Ugh!"

The white turban was stained red by the blood that was suddenly spit out.

The core strength group of the waist and abdomen was damaged, and the spear skills were completely scattered in an instant.

The spear head carrying huge kinetic energy changed from a straight thrust to an irregular sweep.

And in the darkness, a tall and strong figure rushed out at the right time.

He slumped his shoulders and turned sideways, his broad body and armor directly knocking the four or five bandits surrounding the courtyard into the range of the dancing gun heads.

Although the spear skills were broken, the iron blade that had accumulated enough energy still directly cut off the bodies of these bandits.

Behind Lan En, Kotaro led an obviously much larger team and rushed towards the group of bandits in a swarm.

"Kill! They are too scattered! Don't be afraid!"

Lan En himself, on the other hand, still felt uneasy and rushed directly towards Mishanin Enma, who had released his spear.

The bandits blocking his way couldn't even stop him for a moment, and he was immediately knocked away.

The seriously injured monk soldier didn't even have time to collapse, and a big hand directly grasped his face.

Then, while turning his hands, the big hand pressed the back of his head and made hard contact with the ground.

"Bang!"

Brains, blood, and mud mixed together and turned into a strangely colored puddle.

Lan En stood up slowly, shook his silver-white hair that was wetted by the rain, and looked calmly at the 'piece of meat' still twitching nervously on the ground.

This man's 'Air Gun Blade' is amazing.

It's a pity that this spear skill's sudden change of moves is not very strong.

The witcher shook his head and walked towards the longhouse courtyard where the battle situation had been decided.

In summary, this is an imperfect gun skill.

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