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."

"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!