I Heard I've Been Dead For Thousand Years

"you you!"

Bai Chi was speechless, his old face turned pale for a while, his complexion changed one after another, and the staring boss.

The next moment Bai Chi raised his sword again to kill Lin Meng.

He has no hope of breaking the ban on escape from birth, and can only pin his hopes on killing Lin Meng. For this line of vitality, he has done his best.

But compared to breaking the ban, I am afraid that killing Lin Meng is the real luxury.

"Heh! If I could be killed by a lonely and unknown Sword Immortal of the Happy Realm, wouldn't it be a great joke in the world!"

Lin Meng sneered when he looked at Bai Chi who was rushing again, and before he picked up his gun, he clashed with him, and immediately pushed Bai Chi down the wind.

Thousands of years ago, the emperor of the gun road, Fulong, the gun fairy, could be killed by an ordinary sword fairy. This kind of thing can only happen in a dream.

Even if Lin Meng's cultivation level was two lower levels than Baichi, he was not afraid at all.

Previously, Lin Meng was able to press against Bai Chi with his sword, breaking the sword in his hand.

This time, Lin Meng took the gun again, and took the weapon that he had repaired for a whole life thousands of years ago, and he was a bit stronger instead of reducing his strength. It was even easier to deal with Baichi without any effort.

However, Lin Meng didn't intend to kill Bai Chi so easily. On the contrary, he kept forcing him to retreat like a cat and a mouse, pushing him into a desperate situation.

This old thief, if it were a straightforward move to take his life and send him to heaven, it would be too cheap for him!

Lin Meng sneered at the corner of his mouth. Facing Baichi's various sword moves, he kept his marksmanship in his hand, and he was unscathed. On the contrary, Baichi looked fierce on the offensive, but his body was already scarred and embarrassed.

Bai Chi tried to force Lin Meng in vain, but one part of his strength can only be one part of strength, and one part of Lin Meng's force can be very effective!

This is the reason why geniuses in the world have not paid much attention to the improvement of their cultivation realm since ancient times. The influence of things like realm in battle is really small. Unless it is a gap across a large realm, there will be an essential difference.

Of course, the profound enlightenment realm that can sense the secrets of heaven and earth is excluded.

"Old thief, don't you obediently bow your head to death?"

Lin Meng joked.

Bai Chi was panting violently. There were countless deep and shallow wounds on his body, blood oozing out and staining his white shirt.

He stared at Lin Meng, screaming in a low voice like a wild beast.

"The trapped beast is still fighting, and the old man is a generation of sword sages, how can he catch it with his hands!"

"Yeah? Now I have two points of spine."

Lin Meng raised his brows and launched an offensive before he took the initiative to lift the gun, and beat Baichi!

Fortunately, as the lord of a sect, the house in which Bai Chi is located is naturally not small, allowing the two of them to fight from south to north, constantly shifting their figures and performing tricks.

In the battle between the two of them, the true energy was agitated, the magical illusion attacked, and the swords and guns were vigorous, shattering the house furnishings.

Fragments of tables and chairs, bed cabinets, lamp holders, inkstones, books and bamboo slips, etc. were scattered all over the place, which was extremely chaotic.

But the walls, floor, roof, doors and windows are still intact.

It has the technique of restraining the saints under Lin Meng's seal, which is enough to withstand the fluctuations of the battle between the two.

By now, Bai Chi's heart has gradually sunk to the bottom.

As his mood fell and his aura declined, his offense and defense exchanged with Lin Meng.

Previously it was Bai Chi's main attack, but he was embarrassed by a fierce attack on Lin Meng. At this time, Bai Chi was already unwilling and unable to launch a fierce offensive. Lin Meng's main attack passively parried him and kept retreating.

It's unpleasant to be on the offensive, let alone on a passive defensive!

It didn't take long to defend and lose. Since Baichi began to specialize in defense, Lin Meng was even more embarrassed. The posture in his hands was broken as soon as he put it out, and his body injuries continued to increase.

Seeing that Bai Chi had lost his momentum at this time, he had lost his original ferocious energy, and his defensive moves were even more inadequate. Lin Meng was also no longer in the mood to play with each other, so he immediately made a killer and stabbed at Bai Chi's heart.

"Huh! The old thief died!"

Lin Meng's subordinates used this time different from the random Sanshou moves he used before, but serious marksmanship!

With a move to swim the dragon to explore the sea, Lin Meng's golden spear shot forward, and the spear Jinlong jumped forward and slammed forward.

In the next moment, Lin Meng suddenly changed his skills, and under the spear body shakes, seven or eight identical spear shadows and golden dragons appeared, and they attacked Baichi together.

The division of swordsmanship is equally applicable to marksmanship.

This move was unstoppable when Bai Chi was still in its heyday, not to mention that it was impossible to stop it for a moment when the mountains and rivers were exhausted. In an instant, it was broken by the collision of several golden dragon shadow techniques.

Immediately, when Bai Chi's hand broke through and the empty door on his chest was exposed and unable to defend, Lin Meng shot straight in and pierced into the heart of Bai Chi's left chest. Zhen Qi shook his heart and cut off his blood.

"puff!"

A mouthful of blood spurted from Baichi's mouth.

Lin Meng's shot not only shattered his heart, but also shattered his internal organs. The blood in his abdomen spewed like a rag bag, and the blood in his abdomen surged back and spewed out all of a sudden.

"you!"

The glaring boss of Bai Chi stared straight at Lin Meng, unable to speak, his old face was twisted and his eyes were full of unwillingness and hatred.

"I really don't repent!"

Lin Meng drew his gun out, and a line of blood spurted out of Bai Chi's chest, which was blocked by Lin Meng with True Qi, and he did not contaminate himself.

From the big hole in his chest, he could still see the scene behind him. Lin Meng shot it through.

The body of the Tianxian monk is far more tyrannical than ordinary people. Even if the heart is broken and the blood of the whole body is cut off, he will not die at once.

It's just that the vitality of his body is fading quickly, the fire of the soul is quickly extinguished, the divine light in his eyes is constantly receding, and the zhenqi cultivation of the whole body can no longer be locked in the meridians, and it collapses like an open gate, and the body is also He fell to the ground all of a sudden, leaning against the wall behind him.

Baichi will soon return to heaven, his mouth opened and closed as if he wanted to say something or curse, but he was unable to make a sound, he could only make a hoarse ho-ho.

In less than three or four breaths, Bai Chi completely lost his breath, and his grim expression became stiff.

"Do not live by committing sins."

Lin Meng snorted, and before pulling out a dagger from his arms, he found that there seemed to be some writing under the sleeves of Baichi.

"Ok?"

Lin Meng frowned and let out a startled suspicion. He raised the wide sleeves and palms of Baichi's underground, revealing the two words of blood.

It was a blood book written by Bai Chi's blood on his body when he died.

"Gun Three."

Lin Meng said the two words, then sneered and said:

"I, Lin Meng, act upright and honest, I am not ashamed of myself, I am not afraid of others knowing it, and I am not afraid of others talking. How can you be like an old thief who can only secretly do it secretly and dare not recognize it. I don't need you to write a blood book and leave a message. I will tell them! "

Three guns and three guns, isn't it the Three Sons of the Temple of Guns!

Baichi left a blood book and hid it under his sleeve, telling future generations who killed others, hoping that the people of Yulin Gate could avenge him.

Lin Meng's guess was so careful about this point.