The Reincarnator Fails Miserably

But now, the gun ghost who uses spear skills has abandoned his human identity and gained even more terrifying strength. Even though he is not as terrifying as Hei Si Mou, who has lived for more than three hundred years, his spear skills have surpassed all the treasures of the past dynasties The successor of the school-style spear technique, second only to the second-generation treasure Yuan Yinshun, who is second only to the superb spear technique, although his level is insufficient, but his strong physique is enough to make up for this difference.

"drink!"

A little Hanmang arrived first, and then the gun shot out like a dragon.

The ten-character gun disturbed Yuehui, and fell through the air. Shusuke Kondo tried his best to defend. His physical fitness could not go head-to-head with the opponent, so he could only keep looking for opportunities to counter the opponent's marksmanship flaws.

One shot, two shots, three shots, the attack was swift and fierce, and there were almost no flaws in Baozangyuan's spear skills.

Kondo Shusuke fought and retreated until the opponent raised the tip of his spear and used a stabbing moment. In an instant, the weapon was raised, he swung the blade down, smashed the spear into the ground, stepped on the handle of the gun with his right foot, and stepped on the handle of the gun. Leaping up, even though the body is old, it is also old and strong. Although the turtle lives, there is still time... Aging is his weakness, but also his strength.

The realm of swordsmanship will become higher and higher with the accumulation of time, let you change in every possible way, and you can cut through the mess with one knife!

Natural Lixin Flow · Flying Dragon Sword!

The light of the knife fell, and cut the neck of one of the lower strings.

Seeing that the gun ghost was about to decapitate on the spot, but the blade cut off, only a crisp sound could be heard, the weapon cut into his flesh, but it couldn't cut off the head, no...it couldn't even cut through his stiff muscles.

"Vajra pose...Tighten your muscles and hit the hard one head-on. Even steel can't be cut easily, not to mention that my body is almost as hardened as steel." The gun ghost held the blade with his backhand and hit it with his head.

Kondo Shusuke was hit on the top of the head by the gun ghost, like being hit head-on by a bronze bell, he flew upside down, crashed into the wall, and fell into a piece of broken wood in embarrassment, unable to get up again for a while.

"That's all. I really don't know why I've waited for twenty years." The gun ghost twisted his neck: "It's a pity that you came at the wrong time. I planned to kill you, and then wipe out the natural reason." It’s gone, but your disciples don’t seem to be here, tsk... I’ll kill them one by one when I have a chance.” He was talking, and suddenly sniffed the air: “It smells good.”

Looking back, at the gate of the test hall, Chief Director Okita panted and supported the wall. She looked at the mess in the dojo, at the fallen old man Kondo, and at the gunman holding a cross-word gun, her pupils shrank for a while.

"You, you, you..." Okita Souji's eyes turned red in an instant: "You bastard!"

"Oh? This little girl is your disciple? It's not bad, it looks more delicious, and the look of being angry is also very cute." The gun ghost narrowed his eyes: "It just so happens that I'm a little hungry."

"The old man is still alive..." Kondo Zhou Zhuqiang was unable to stand up.

"Little girl, where is your knife?" The gun ghost turned around. The height of more than two meters has a strong oppressive force. Compared with it, Mr. Okita is as weak as a child to an adult. It mocked: "Even Don't you have any knives? The old ghost Kondo really protects you, no one at this age has real knives..."

Before he finished speaking, Okita Souji had already picked up the knife on the ground.

She had crossed the side at some point, and even the gun ghost couldn't see the speed of this movement clearly for a moment: "When... so fast, Shudi? Such a young man has mastered this level of skill."

Shrinking the ground, the ultimate footwork pursued by many martial arts and martial arts is not simply agility and speed, but a technique that is closely combined with many phenomena such as footwork, bodywork, breathing, and dead ends... Not everyone knows it, Not everyone is qualified to learn, it requires extremely high talent, and only a very small number of geniuses and talents who have made great efforts and sweat can master it.

"It's interesting." The gun ghost hooked his fingers: "Come on, little girl, let me meet you..."

Before the words were finished, the blade had already cut into its mouth, cut off a section of its tongue, and pulled a bloodstain from the inside of its mouth to its cheek.

"You talk too much nonsense." Director Okita stepped on the half of his tongue that was still alive and kicking into the soil, turning it into a fleshy pulp. Her long purple dress fluttered with the wind, and her eyes were filled with angry killing intent: "The battlefield There is no need for words, only the word beheaded."

"Little devil—!" The gun ghost was enraged. Its tongue and wounds quickly regenerated, and it swung the cross-word gun. The attack was fierce, and it hit the girl's eyebrows.

However, when the spear was handed out, all it touched was an afterimage that remained in place.

Okita Souji's knife was still handed to the gun ghost's lower abdomen, making a sharp wound.

Natural Lixin Flow·Moon Shadow Sword!

One slash, two slashes, three slashes... Frenzied swordsmanship is used, like scattered cherry blossoms, each withered cherry blossom is a ray of light from the sword, and every fall of the knife will cause blood to shoot out and make the flesh and blood burst.

The gun ghost was aggrieved to find that he could only be beaten passively. In this gorgeous sword dance, he couldn't organize any effective counterattack. His heart grew more and more ashamed.

He is one of the last strings, the Twelve Ghost Moons!

- What a joke!

——A mere little girl!

The strong sense of humiliation made the gun ghost's eyes turn red, and he recalled his past self. He had no talent for spearmanship and only had great efforts, but he still couldn't compare to those so-called 'geniuses'. Can easily surpass himself.

But why!After [-] minutes of hard work, it is not as good as others who only used [-] minutes of hard work!

"Blood Ghost Art·Blood Curse!"

The gun ghost's eyes were red, and red blood burst out of his body. The blood gushed out from the wound and turned into red chains, covering a radius of tens of meters. The red blood stained his clothes. Okita Souji stopped in his tracks. Her limbs were firmly bound by several iron cables, and she could not move.

"What is this..." Director Okita saw blood ghost art for the first time: "This is not spear art at all..."

"It's really not." The gun ghost covered his face with one hand: "But now I don't want to use spear skills, because what I hate the most is a genius like you. It will be worthless." It raised its cross-word gun and pointed it at Souji Okita: "I won't eat you, but kill you!"

The cold gun was attached to the neck, almost cutting the skin sharply.

Okita Souji gritted his teeth, his eyes never gave in, her sword didn't fail, she just lost to the opponent's despicableness.

The cherry-haired girl scolded what was in her heart: "You are just... a despicable villain."

"Despicable?" Gun Ghost sneered, "Dead people can't speak!"

The spear was about to fall, and the chief executive wanted to close his eyes subconsciously.

At the very moment, a strong sweet scent was used. The gun ghost's keen sense of smell smelled the smell, and then his body shook slightly. He pressed his head, and the ten-word gun could not fall for a while.

"This is...thin blood..." Gun Ghost turned his head to look at the source of the bloody smell. The high-concentration thin blood is like high-concentration alcohol. If you smell it, you will be distracted or even dizzy, even the Twelve Ghost Moon is no exception. .

Resisting the dizziness, he couldn't find the source of the strong blood energy, so he could only look around, until a drop of blood fell on his cheek, the gun ghost raised his head subconsciously, and a figure fell from the sky.

The gun ghost withdrew his body, hastily dodged the slash to the head, but for some reason, he didn't dare to use his vajra physique to block it.

It looked at the young man who swooped in like a falcon, and said in a low voice, "Madman..."

At this moment, Su Bai's left wrist was bleeding profusely.