Muskets are the most typical violent weapon in modern society. Every modern person knows the power of muskets.

With just one shot, a person can lose his ability to move and even kill him directly.

The person in front of him is a professional killer and will never miss the distance. Therefore, Yang Qi deeply felt that as the black muzzle was turning and rising, death was getting closer and closer to him.

The real sense of dying was so strong that Yang Qi forced out all his potential in an instant.

This world has slowed down.

Never once, the world could be as slow as this time. Although I had a visual slowdown when I was nervous and focused, the degree of slowdown was limited. For example, when I fought against Li Xuelian, it only slowed down by one-fifth.

Just like a movie, it changed from one hundred frames to eighty frames.

But at this moment, the world in Yang Qi's eyes became unprecedentedly slow, approaching half of his usual speed. His vision was unprecedentedly strengthened, and he could clearly see how the gunman's arm was lifted, how to turn, and how to point to this side.

His body also seemed slow, as if the body of the first level of the Dragon Elephant Technique could not keep up with this super fast reaction. He could clearly feel that when the gunman adjusted his gun and aimed at him, he was still about one meter away to meet him.

One meter, the distance between life and death.

I seem to die without a doubt.

Is there any way, is there any way to save your life?

This damn old Tang, I took back the preface, this girl was not at all caring!

The gunman's fingers were already bent, and he seemed to hear the creaking of the spring when the pistol striker was pulled up. What exactly should I do? Did bastard Tang just say something?

By the way, eyes, look at the eyes!

Yang Qi stared at the gunman with wide eyes and looked at the gunman carefully. There was panic and incredible in his eyes, but more of a cold murderous intent and a sure-win confidence. It seemed that the gunman was well-trained and had no doubts about his skills.

The gunman did not look at the pistol's sight. It seemed that he could aim without passing the sight, but the place he aimed was, the place he looked at was - his forehead!

Bang, gunfire sounded, and Yang Qi, who was flying over, collided with the gunman and rolled into a ball and turned out the car door. After a while, one person stood up and lay silently.

It was Yang Qi who stood up.

At the last moment, he turned his head and dodged the bullet and broke the gunman's neck with an elbow.

"Now, do you know how to look at the other person's eyes?"

Mr. Tang's voice seemed like a person who was fine, and Yang Qi trembled all over when he heard the sound, and came back from a state of loss of consciousness. He turned around and shouted at Mr. Tang's middle finger: "You old bastard will kill people by using a safer method!"

As soon as he finished yelling, Yang Qi felt that his eyes were dark and he was shaking his body and stood unsteadily. The super slow vision just now was too heavy, and he felt that he was exhausted from his energy.

Mr. Tang came over and patted his shoulder: "Time waits for no one, today is also a good exercise for you. It would be great if you can learn to look at your eyes in five days, but now, you can learn it all at once."

Yang Qi rubbed his forehead, felt a little better in his head, and cut it out: "How do you know I can learn it? I'm going to die if I can't learn it!"

"You will definitely learn it because you have a great advantage - you have good eyes. You are smart in your ears and eyes, so you will naturally learn things quickly." Mr. Tang pointed to the carriage: "Okay, now when you go to the top of the train, it's almost time to clean up."

In a certain carriage, two young women were protecting a middle-aged man and retreating. The older woman had a serious and cold face. She had been working as an escort for a long time and had encountered all kinds of crises, but the assassins she met today were a little different.

It was a single man, slender and strong figure, with a face covering, and he could not see his face. He held a short knife in his hand, and his style was strange and unprecedented. The guards in the entire carriage took action to stop the man. The gunshots were like rain, but the assassin's figure was flickering and elusive, and he was shuttled through the crowd like a phantom.

The fists and feet are domineering, and one punch can make the bones and tendons of a living person break and throw them away. And the most important thing is that the sword technique is fierce and murderous. Every time the slash, it will inevitably cut a huge gap on the person's body, and even cut the person in half. Blood flies everywhere, and deaths are everywhere. The younger girl has been scared.

"Hurry, take your husband to the roof of the car and retreat to find Mr. Tang. I'll block him first!" The older woman pushed the younger sister and rushed up like floating tides.

"Sir, go quickly!" The little sister pulled the middle-aged man away. The middle-aged man didn't say a word, but his eyes were much calmer than the little sister, showing a demeanor that had seen strong winds and waves.

The two got on the roof, and the train was still running. The strong wind blew, and the water vapor at the front of the car swept across from time to time, with their clothes rushing. The bumpy roof was not easy to walk on. The little sister pulled the middle-aged man not far away. There was only a loud bang, and the carriage where the two came out exploded, and countless pieces erupted out of the holes on the side wall of the train.

With two footsteps, the elder sister also turned over the roof of the car. But there was a deep and long wound under the elder sister's ribs, and blood was flowing. "I managed to delay it for a while, but it couldn't last long! Go quickly!" The elder sister rushed up, pulled the middle-aged man with the other hand and ran away.

At this time, the masked man also stepped onto the roof of the car, and saw that there was still a trace of black smoke on his body and his clothes were damaged, but overall there was no major damage.

Looking at the three people away, the masked man raised his hand and took out a dart, swung his arm, and flew over seven or eight meters like a phantom, and pierced deeply into the sister's legs with a slight sound.

"Ah, sister!" The younger sister turned around and wanted to pull her, but the older sister shook her head and shook her hand to let her go quickly. She gritted her teeth and pulled out the dart in her legs. When she saw that it turned out to be a rare four-edge shape.

"The rise and fall of the country depends on Mr. alone. Let's go!" The eldest sister stood up, reached out and raised her hand to hold her up, trying to block the assassin again.

But the assassin didn't say much, his goal was always clear. He shook a dart from his sleeve with his backhand, and his arm swung, and the dart made a strange arc with a buzzing sound. In the blink of an eye, he bypassed a woman who was in a trap and shot at the middle-aged man's throat!

The three of them didn't even have time to react, and they didn't even have time to exclaim. The next moment, the middle-aged man was about to die!

At this moment, there was a slight sound of breaking through the air, and the dart was knocked out in the air, only one foot away from the middle-aged man's throat.

The three of them were still in shock. Looking back, they saw Mr. Tang and Yang Qi coming over, holding a stone in their hand.

The assassin's eyes instantly condensed on Mr. Tang, and his pupils shrank. He could see clearly that it was this man who knocked down his dart with a stone just now.

The assassin couldn't help but feel a ridiculous feeling in his heart. His dart was the most suitable form for this technique that the sect had summarized after constantly exploring for a hundred years. Even so, he had been practicing like a purgatory. And this man actually intercepted it with ordinary stones? How could this be possible?

The masked man reached out to wipe it around his waist, and in the blink of an eye, six darts struck different arcs with buzzing sounds towards the middle-aged man. At the same time, he exerted force with his feet, and he dragged his knife to charge quickly towards this side.

Mr. Tang's expression was a little more tranquil, and he spoke to Yang Qi: "He can be regarded as a particularly powerful assassin. Let's see how he can fight against the enemy by looking at his eyes in actual combat."

As he said that, Mr. Tang threw a stone out of his hand to block the assassin's dart, and at the same time stepped forward, as if he was not anxious or slow, and used a walking stretching posture. But in a few steps, he passed the older woman and came to the assassin, and fought with the assassin. Yang Qi took two steps and helped the woman back to get along with the other two.

The four of them lowered their bodies and leaned on the roof of the car. The sister of the two girls took a breath and said with a little weakness: "Fortunately, Mr. Tang is a master of his own, otherwise the situation will be difficult to recover. Mr. Tang is really a master of his master, and I am far from comparable to that of him."

Yang Qi nodded casually and did not respond. He just watched the two of them confronted each other. Because he was too focused, the slow vision was turned on again. Only in the slow vision could he see the movements of the two slightly. To be honest, the mystery of this battle was too far beyond Yang Qi's level. He seemed to understand it, and he seemed to have not understood it at all.

He just felt that every move of Mr. Tang seemed to be stuck in the most uncomfortable position of the assassin, and every blocking blocked the assassin's most unscrupulous posture. This kind of action like a prophet made the assassin difficult to adapt, but the assassin's reaction ability was really speechless. He kept changing his moves temporarily and even continued to hit the fight.

Yang Qi could not understand the mystery inside, so he could only remember it desperately, subconsciously, remembering every move and every fight between them. As he watched, he didn't know how long he had watched, Yang Qi suddenly felt dark in front of him and his consciousness began to blur.

No, I used too much slow vision and finally couldn't hold on.
Chapter completed!