Dual Transmigration: Starting from being captured and brought to the Hehuan Sect!

A muffled, loud bang echoed through the valley, and the muzzle brake of the gun emitted a cone-shaped blast of air, blowing the dust on the roof tiles wildly to both sides.

In the scope, the disciple's lower body instantly turned into a cloud of blood mist, while his upper body and the woman fell to the ground together.

The woman was bound with thick hemp rope and lay on her side on the stone steps, seemingly stunned and motionless.

The other disciples were terrified by the sudden bloodshed and scrambled to hide behind the nearest building, their screams and shouts creating a chaotic scene.

"Poison, hidden weapons, and now even firearms of this power—just who is he?!"

Hong Ling muttered to herself, her peach blossom eyes filled with shock, and her legs trembled slightly. If that shot had hit her, she would probably have died on the spot.

"But the Profound Yin Body is what the sect leader values ​​most. If he loses it right under my nose, ten heads wouldn't be enough to cover it. No, I must stop him!"

Thinking of this, Hong Ling gave a stern order:

"Loose the arrows! Shoot him dead!"

Dozens of disciples emerged from behind cover, nocked their bows, and released their arrows.

Arrows rained down on the roof. Seeing this, Lin Mo leaped down from the roof, using the Cloud Ladder Leap Technique to draw an arc in mid-air, landing more than ten steps away.

As he approached the Xuan Yin Body, he held his Barrett rifle, firing a shot every time someone peeked out from behind cover. Bullets pierced the stone walls, sending rubble and blood mist exploding simultaneously, accompanied by screams of agony. No one dared to show their face again.

Hongling's face turned completely pale.

She gritted her teeth and suddenly darted out from behind a building, her whole body turning into a dark red afterimage. Her toes tapped the ground several times, and she moved back and forth between the cover at an extremely fast speed, quickly approaching.

Seeing this, Lin Mo recalled the Barrett into his spatial storage and simultaneously pulled out the Pineapple machine gun with his left hand.

He gripped the butt of the gun with one hand and pressed the barrel with the other, then pulled the trigger at the oncoming red figure.

Da da da da!

The machine gun spat out a tongue of orange-red fire, and spent cartridges flew out of the ejection port like a rainstorm, clattering and bouncing on the stone slabs.

The dense barrage of bullets blocked the entire passage. No matter how fast Hong Ling moved, she couldn't outrun the bullets. She forced herself to twist and dodge the first two bullets in mid-air, but the third bullet pierced her abdomen. The enormous kinetic energy sent her flying backward, crashing heavily onto the stone steps. Her dark red gauze robe was quickly soaked in blood, turning it a deep black.

She struggled to prop herself up, but her arms went limp again as soon as she managed to get up.

"Master!"

A chorus of horrified gasps erupted from the surrounding crowd.

Hong Ling's status in the Hehuan Sect is second only to the sect leader and the Supreme Elder who is in seclusion year-round. With her peak second-rate ninth-level cultivation, she is virtually unmatched within a radius of hundreds of miles.

Before she could even touch a single hem of the other person's clothes, she was struck down by that strange musket and fell to the ground, unable to get up.

The remaining disciples completely lost their will to fight, retreated back into their cover, and no one dared to rush forward again.

Lin Mo, carrying a machine gun in one hand with smoke still rising from the muzzle, strode towards the Xuan Yin Body.

As they walked, Lin Mo observed her closely by the moonlight.

The other person was lying on their side on the muddy ground below the stone steps, their long hair disheveled and covering half of their face. The exposed half was as white as porcelain in the moonlight. Their eyes were closed, and their breathing was weak and even. They must have been drugged!

Lin Mo was three steps away from achieving the Profound Yin Body when an extremely sharp and oppressive feeling descended from above.

"What a despicable person, daring to act so presumptuously in my Joyful Union Sect!"

The sound was deep and resonant, like a great bell, echoing back and forth in the valley, making the roof tiles rattle.

Under the moonlight, a dark figure sped across the rooftops, moving so fast that only a fleeting afterimage could be seen.

Wherever he passed, roof tiles were lifted by his energy, tumbling and shattering in the air.

Upon hearing this voice, the disciples hiding in various places almost simultaneously knelt down and shouted in unison:

"Welcome, Sect Master!"

Lin Mo's pupils contracted slightly.

The sheer force of the airwaves generated by the opponent as they swept over made the hairs on the back of his neck stand on end. The oppressive aura was on a completely different level from that of Hong Ling; she was at least a top-tier expert in the late stages of the game!

Without hesitation, Lin Mo opened fire again with the machine gun, unleashing a barrage of bullets at the rapidly approaching dark figure on the rooftop.

The Hehuan Sect Master dodged left and right amidst the barrage of comments, his speed reaching an unbelievable level.

The bullets chased his afterimage, striking the roof tiles, sending shards flying, but always a beat too late.

In the blink of an eye, he had leaped from the rooftop to the ground, no more than thirty steps away from Lin Mo.

Lin Mo stopped fighting, quickly stepped forward, and with a thought, grabbed the bound Xuan Yin body. The two figures suddenly disappeared in the moonlight.

The Hehuan Sect Master struck at empty air with his palm, the force of which blasted a three-foot-wide crater into the ground where Lin Mo had just stood.

He landed on the ground, looked at the empty space, and a look of disbelief crossed his face.

The disciples around them were still kneeling on the ground, none of them daring to raise their heads. The air was filled with the smell of gunpowder, blood, and some kind of eerie, deathly silence that was hard to describe.

In front of the furnace, only a half-corpse, shattered by Barrett, and Hongling, lying in a pool of blood, struggling and panting, remained.

Back in the main world, Lin Mo plopped down on the floor, panting heavily.

The sweat from inside the protective suit made his clothes stick to his body, but he didn't bother to take them off.

The scene from just now was still replaying in my mind: the speed at which the Hehuan Sect Master swept across the rooftops, the overwhelming sense of oppression, and how, even though my bullets had blocked all angles, the opponent was still able to find gaps in the barrage of bullets to dodge.

He originally thought he could roam freely in World One with his firearms, but now it seems that when he encounters a truly top-notch expert, no matter how fast the bullet is, it can't outrun the opponent's prediction and movement.

If machine gun fire can't hit anyone, then it's not a matter of firepower, it's a matter of skill.

"This is a huge thorn in our side. It'll be difficult to get free purchases from the Hehuan Sect again in the future."

Lin Mo took off his protective gear piece by piece and threw it into his spatial storage, already planning his next move.

The sect leader of the Hehuan Sect is a first-rate expert, and Hong Ling is a second-rate ninth-level peak expert. He would not be a match for either of them if they were to face each other alone.

We were able to escape unscathed today thanks to a surprise attack and machine gun fire suppression. Next time, when the enemy is prepared, it won't work as well.

Exhaling a breath of stale air, Lin Mo turned his gaze to the woman.

The other person is still unconscious.

She wore a light blue gauze robe, and her dark hair covered most of her face, revealing only half of her chin and a small patch of pale cheek.

When I caught a glimpse of her in front of the furnace pavilion just now, I thought she was so beautiful that she seemed otherworldly.

Now, looking at it up close, that beauty becomes even more tangible.

His pale skin appeared almost pure white under the light, and his features were so exquisite that they looked as if they had been carved stroke by stroke by a craftsman with the finest knife.