Chapter 70: Black impermanence Regeneration

"Come out?" Luo Ban now shouted, and the gun in his hand fired another bullet.

"Brother Lin, what should I do?" Xuanyuan Ruonan was a little panicked, "I've only been targeting, and I haven't tried to shoot with a real person, so..."

"Hmm." Lin Tianchu smiled and patted Xuanyuan Ruonan on the shoulder, "It's okay."

With that, Lin Tianchu pulled out the sword of the king of Nanyue from the brocade box and held it in his hand. For a while, he was full of evil spirits at the scene. The sword of the king of Nanyue cut off a lot of heads for the king of Nanyue, and he is also a heroic sword with supreme authority. As soon as it was pulled out, there was a supreme authority emanating at the scene.

"Ah?" Luo Ban finally became nervous. Looking at the direction that exuded momentum, he looked a little uneasy, and even his hands trembled a little, and he couldn't hold the gun tightly.

"Who?"

Song Zhun finally believed that someone was hiding in it, but he felt very contradictory at this moment. Whether it was Luo Ban still wanted to suddenly break up and let one side's wealth and goods, so he arranged people to hide inside. He made a move to point the deer as a horse, saying that this person was arranged by himself, and then killing his side did not have to Xiang Qiao Dong. What about "friends"?

Finally, when Song Jun was thinking nonsense, Lin Tianchu led Xuanyuan Ruonan out. As soon as Song Jun saw this man, he immediately became nervous and became more superstitious. "Fate, this guy is really Qiao Dongsheng's nemesis!"

"Who are you?"

Luo Ban is also very open, just because he saw that although Lin Tianchu is not old, there is a mulberry on his face, and his eyes are also very cold. It's not that he hasn't seen this. This is the look of a madman. Only some crazy people who don't take human life seriously will have such a look.

"Today's thing hasn't happened, right?" Lin Tianchu didn't want to do anything more, so he said directly.

"No."

Song Zhun roared, and at the same time, he thought that he must keep Lin Tianchu today, just because he would not be better if Qiao Dongsheng fell.

"I don't believe in life."

Song Zhun shouted again, so that Lin Tianchu was very puzzled. What does this have to do with fate? Although it was not only Lin Tianchu, but also Song Zhun's four men, the four men's reaction was still very fast, and they immediately drew their guns and shot Lin Tianchu.

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Under the action of the silencer, several gunshots were lowered to an unpleasant smell, but these gunshots made people feel extremely depressing.

Lin Tianchu saw four bullets coming, and he did not dare to neglect it in his heart. After all, the power of the current generation of firearms is not what he, an ancient man can understand, and in addition, his skills have not recovered. Only Xuanyi's realm, he has no confidence to completely take the bullets.

Therefore, he dragged Xuanyuan Ruonan in one hand and moved his body. His whole body rose and fell like a rabbit, and narrowly avoided four deadly bullets.

After Lin Tianchu avoided the bullet, he also regretted it for a while. The power of modern firearms was really unusual. Although the bullet was successfully avoided, when the bullet passed sideways, the strong wind formed by the strong impulse made his face bleed, which looked a little horrible.

"What's going on?"

Luo Ban and Song Zhun shouted at the same time in Russian and Chinese respectively. Song Zhun is better. After all, he is Chinese. After watching more martial arts dramas, he naturally has a little understanding of martial arts culture. Although it is difficult to accept, he can still calm down quickly.

Compared with Luo Ban, he looked at Lin Tianchu's ghostly body. As a devout Orthodox, he naturally associated Lin Tianchu with the devil.

"Kill...Kill this devil!" At this time, Luo Banqiang calmed himself down and said in Chinese, and his words resonated with everyone.

Yes, Lin Tianchu is the devil in the eyes of a group of foreigners in Luoban, but in the eyes of Chinese people, isn't he the reincarnation of Shura? Therefore, the two groups united for the first time, and the bullets kept firing at Lin Tianchu.

"Ste quickly and kill this devil." Luo Ban shouted and shot at Lin Tianchu without slowing his hand.

Lin Tianchu can cope with the four guns, but he seems to be a little tired with eight guns, and now he is even more with Xuanyuan Ruonan, which makes his speed a few points slower.

Suddenly, a light and shadow hit him, and a bullet crossed his shoulder. Although he had already been rubbed by the strong wind and his skin looked bloody, this bullet was the first one to really hit him.

Lin Tianchu only felt all the severe pain in his shoulder. The hot feeling made him know that if the other party did not die, it would only be him and Xuanyuan Ruo to die today.

At this moment, he can no longer care about anything. Will he commit a felony murder in this era? Will he be hunted down? Let's talk about it after today! Now all he has to do is kill and kill a bloody road.

As soon as he made a decision, Lin Tianchu immediately accelerated his speed. Between the ups and downs, he came to a pile of thick cloth. With a yin force in his palm, he bombarded Xuanyuan Ruonan into the leather and protected it with thick cloth.

"Kill!"

With a roar, Lin Tianchu raised his sword. He didn't need to pay attention to Xuanyuan Ruonan's body two points faster, and the sword in his hand was also shaking at this time.

"Kill...Kill him..."

Before the word "ghost" could be said, Luoban saw Lin Tianchu bowing and appearing in front of him at the speed that the devil could have. When he couldn't stop for a while and was about to say the word "ghost", he suddenly felt a pain in his lower abdomen. He looked down and saw that Lin Tianchu came across with a sword.

"Kill!"

Lin Tianchu is confident in the power of his Xuanyipin. Just now, a sword must have shattered Luoban's internal organs, and there will be no way to live again.

"Kill him, kill this monster."

Song Zhun took over Luo Ban's position and ordered the two groups of people to shoot Lin Tianchu, but then he found that the people brought by Luo Ban actually retreated at this time, leaving only one of them to continue to fight tenaciously.

Lin Tianchu's killing rose. Just now, a sword made him find the pleasure of having been separated for 800 years. In those years, Lin Tianchu was happy to talk with his sword.

Coming to this world, modern laws and regulations, the teaching of the ninth sister, and the identity of a bodyguard have formed a constraint on him, which made him lose the pride of 800 years ago.

Today, Lin Tianchu came back 800 years ago. As soon as this black impermanence heard Song Zhun's shout, he immediately rushed to Song Zhun as if he had found his target.

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Song Zhun saw Lin Tianchu rushing and suddenly buckled the board machine, but the most tragic thing happened at this moment, and his gun had been vacuumed.

Without bullets, Song Zhun raised a sense of despair, but his sense of despair did not leave much. He felt a pain in his chest, and then let out a muffled cry and passed away tragically.

"The nemesis, the monster..."

On the verge of death, Song Zhun still repeated these two words, with unwillingness and fear in his eyes. As soon as Song Zhun died, the rest of the people had no command, and their combat effectiveness was only 70% left. The love of Lin Tianchu's killing of the two people was so shocking that they could only face the fate of being slaughtered in despair.

Lin Tianchu didn't spend much effort to kill all Song Zhun's men. When he found that it was not appropriate and why there were fewer people, he found that all the men brought by Luo Ban stood aside, without saying anything, but looking at himself with fear.

Lin Tianchu can see from their eyes that although they are panicked, they will no longer do anything against themselves. At this time, he is also curious. What are they doing standing aside in this life-and-death killing field?

"Devil!"

The remaining four Luo Ban's men thought at the same time that they naturally did not know that the person in front of them had a nickname that shook the world 800 years ago - black impermanence.

At this moment, Hei Wuchang has been reborn today, 800 years later.