Whether it was the speed of pulling the gun or the emotional disguise before, this man had achieved almost perfection.

In other words, he is a professional killer!

His gun-drawing speed was so fast that it was lightning. In the blink of an eye, the dark muzzle was aimed at Lin Xuan's heart.

But what he didn't expect was that Lin Xuan was faster than him!

He saw that his gun had just pointed at Lin Xuan's heart, and Lin Xuan's right hand had already grabbed his gun's hands and stuck on the trigger, preventing him from pressing down.

Before he could fully react, Lin Xuan kicked him in the stomach and grabbed the pistol.

Bang!!

The man was kicked out more than ten steps by this extremely powerful kick. Even his always stable hands could not catch the pistol, and was snatched by Lin Xuan.

After being kicked back for more than ten steps, a large pool of blood spurted out of his mouth, knelt on one knee, and supported his shaking body with his right hand. His eyes were shocked and resentful, locked firmly at Lin Xuan.

Lin Xuan is no longer surprised by being locked in this kind of gaze.

He turned the gun and pointed the pistol at the man's head, and said in a sarcastic tone: "If you are really familiar with ancient martial artists, you should know that there is such a saying circulating in the ancient martial arts world."

"If you want to tell who is faster between fists and guns, you need to look at the distance of seven steps."

"Within seven steps, the fist is fast; if the gun is fast, the gun is fast."

"You are only a little bit away from me, and you are still thinking of shooting me?"

Lin Xuan sneered: "It would be better to hit me directly with one punch, faster."

"Who knows... your reaction is so fast..."

The man covered the kicked place and said in pain.

"As an ancient martial artist, you must have such a reaction speed."

Lin Xuan said lightly: "Otherwise, in this era dominated by hot weapons, ancient warriors would have been unable to survive."

"Yes, as our target, it is rare to have the same insight as us. It's a pity to just kill it like this."

An old and thick voice suddenly came, and Lin Xuan immediately pointed his muzzle at the source of the sound like lightning.

I saw an old man walking slowly in front of Lin Xuan, wearing a white Tang suit and walking leisurely in the courtyard, as if he was disdainful of the pistol in Lin Xuan's hand, and his whole body exuded a transcendent and vulgar atmosphere.

"Ghost Heart Holy Hand Mo Xie?" Lin Xuan narrowed his eyes slightly and asked tentatively.

"Do you know me?" Mo Xie was a little surprised.

"Haha, it's not what he told me." Lin Xuan signaled to the man who was kneeling on the ground and gasping for breathing, and at the same time he secretly complained in his heart.

Let me tell you! This sounds like a name in a novel, but it is really the name of an ancient martial artist!

"I see."

Mo Xie stood within seven steps of Lin Xuan: "But... you just let me walk here like that. It seems that you don't plan to shoot."

According to the saying in the ancient martial arts world, Mo Xie’s distance just now was undoubtedly the best opportunity for Lin Xuan to shoot.

"If you are fighting so hard to kill me, I will just shoot you in seconds, wouldn't it be boring?"

Lin Xuan smiled slightly, put away his pistol, and turned his eyes to another direction: "Since there is another person coming, then come out quickly. Don't hide there, so as to avoid the reputation of the ancient martial artist."

"Hahahaha... I still dare to be so arrogant when I die, I like it!"

[5200     www.bqg5200.co] This time it was a very rough voice.

I saw a middle-aged man with an extremely tall body and extremely huge fists walked behind Lin Xuan.

His face was covered with stubble, and his skin showed a bronze color, but his deep eyes showed a domineering look down on the world.

"It seems that this person must be the giant body divine fist thunder that shocked the sky." Lin Xuan said with a smile.

"Not bad! That's me!"

Lei Jingtian smiled and said roughly: "Did you hear it from that kid again?"

"Of course, but I only mentioned the names of you two."

Even when facing the two ancient martial artists, Lin Xuan never showed any panic expression and still maintained a calm expression: "Who else can you come out together."

"Today, I, Mr. Lin, stand here and accept your challenges together!"

Under the calm and unwavering voice, what was revealed was the arrogant and arrogant aura of the king!

"Hmph, you are so arrogant at such an age. It seems that you will be an unchangeable fate if you die here today!"

A sinister voice slowly sounded, and a hunchbacked old man with his whole body hidden under his black robe appeared on Lin Xuan's left.

"Who are you?" Lin Xuan raised his eyelids slightly. "You!"

The hunchbacked old man almost got angry, and then he calmed down, his voice becoming more than ten times colder than before: "My name is the 'Ghost Spirit' - Fu Yuan!"

"After taking such a name that can suppress ghosts, I am a ghost spirit... Tsk tsk tsk tsk, I am really a good lackey."

Lin Xuan shook his head and said sarcastically.

"I dare to speak wildly until I die! I will not tear your mouth later!"

Fu Yuan's voice was filled with endless anger, and the pair of eyes that seemed to be dead stared at Lin Xuan, trying to kill him directly with their eyes.

"Brother Fu Yuan, you don't need to have a common experience with such people."

A dull but as if it was at the cloud level sounded on Lin Xuan's right.

Lin Xuan looked around.

This is a middle-aged man who looks very mediocre.

But his eyes were sharp like a sharp sword.

And behind him was a long sword.

Part of the appearance of the sword sheath touched part of Lin Xuan's memory.

"If I remember correctly, this sword... seems to be called Tianyun Sword. And your master is the previous master of Tianyun Sword, right?"

Lin Xuan asked.

"Yes, my master is indeed the previous master of Tianyun Sword, and now I am the current master of Tianyun Sword."

"I am probably the one with the least reputation among the four ancient martial artists standing here."

The middle-aged man smiled faintly and said self-deprecatingly: "I'm in the lower house, and my master gave me the name...Yuntian."

The two simple words are based on the name of the sword.

This undoubtedly reveals a possibility...that is, his fit with the Tianyun Sword has reached a mysterious state.

"Four ancient martial artists...ha, they are all such powerful characters."

Lin Xuan didn't have to think about it, who was the one who called these four ancient martial artists: "It seems that your master really wants to kill me, and he is really anxious."

Immediately, he suddenly burst into laughter.

"A mere four Su Wenyao's lackeys want to kill me, too?"

"Just you... deserve it?"

Unpredictable sarcasm sounded, and Lin Xuan's body suddenly flashed!

With a blood-red light flashing.
Chapter completed!