"Huh?"

The jeep was speeding straight up the road, and suddenly, the lone door in the passenger seat looked back slightly, and cast his gaze in the direction behind him in confusion, however, there was nothing unusual to note as far as the eye could see, except for the billowing sand from the tires and the winged bird sitting in the back seat.

"What's the matter, uncle?" Winged Bird was startled by the former's alert gaze, and then followed and looked back a few times, "What's the matter, is there another pursuer?"

"No...... Nothing, maybe an illusion. Staring at the horizon behind him for a long time, Gumen turned his head again, although he didn't say much, but judging from his face, an inexplicable doubt had already surfaced in his heart.

This familiar feeling......

But...... How is this possible?

…………

"It's really unexpected by the old man. ”

The old man walked forward slowly, and with each step, everywhere around him, there would be countless straight and deep sword marks out of thin air, and even in the air where there was nothing, there was a faint sharp sound of breaking wind echoing in his ears.

However, at this moment, the old man was still unarmed, and the long package behind him was still not half untied.

"A mere iron projectile, no more than two, no bigger than the knuckles, but it can easily erase the gap in martial arts cultivation in the past few decades, even if a master with enough sword skills to call himself a [sword hero], he may be instantly taken away from his life a hundred steps away before he draws his sword, and this kind of thing is indeed a more convenient and faster killing tool than a sword. ”

The calm words paused slightly, and the old man raised a finger, and then slowly shook it in front of him in denial, "It's just that it can't be called [Dao]. ”

"Huh...... [Dao]...... You people really have an indescribable attachment to this thing. On the dusty land, a few drops of crimson blood quietly dripped down, and Gamo blew the smoke wafting from the muzzle of the revolver in his hand, and then spun the gun back into the holster on his waist, "I've never been too interested in this kind of ethereal things, pragmatism is my creed in life." ”

"The old man does not mean to underestimate your marksmanship, on the contrary, your skills can be said to be the pinnacle. Unlike ordinary people who rely too much on the convenience of guns, because of the dedication to the study of firearms, the pistol in your hand has completely become a part of your body, and it can even really hurt the old man, which is really impressive. The old man stopped only a few steps away from Gamo, and raised his hands to applaud gently, "The old man can finally understand why the Lone Gate has been hit hard by your hands, this is not a fiasco of martial arts against firearms, but a failure in the degree and realm of study." ”

"So, what do you want to say?" Gamor's eyes narrowed slightly, and his gaze was fixed on the other party's untouched figure.

"The old man is just ...... I'm sorry for you. The old man twisted his beard lightly, and then sighed faintly, "The talent that is as broad and majestic as the tide of the sea, but is confined to the weak shell of the human race, and although there is enough possibility to further refine this technique, however, it is diminished by the sad aging and longevity, this matter...... How sad it is. ”

"I thought you were going to say something, didn't you give up on pulling me into the water? I'm really sorry, I was kidding you just now, and I didn't want to be one of you all the time. Hearing the old man's remarks, Garmor couldn't help but look up to the sky and laugh, as if he had heard the funniest joke in the world, "In this world, all the alien races combined, there are almost thousands, and they all have a variety of strange racial characteristics far beyond ordinary people, and the lifespan is at least ten times that of humans, do you know why that war was fought in the end, but it was an upgrade of human beings?"

Because we have one merit that no other race has - a short and small lifespan.

"Old age and death are God's greatest gifts to mankind. Gamo pulled out the revolver from his waist again, and this time, his speed was quite slow, only to see him take out a handful of bullets from his pocket and carefully fill them into the magazine one by one, "It is precisely because life is short that human beings will understand the shallowness of their own strength, and understand that some things cannot be thoroughly understood in a lifetime alone, and then human beings will attach so much importance to [inheritance] and pay attention to the accumulation between each generation." What is my marksmanship, since I have surpassed all the previous gunners, then, there are bound to be future generations who will trample my skills under my feet!"

"With your intellectual vision, it is hard to imagine that such a thing would be said, and it seems that the person who taught you these words must be the same person who sent you here to stop the old man. He was ridiculed twice in a row on the topic, but the old man's face was still full of calm without care, "What did he promise you? money, a woman, or a chance to transform your body?"

"Ha, I've seen through, yes, I'm just a [microphone], and so are you, that man taught me these words, just let me say them to the master behind you. As for the reward...... "The old cowboy finished playing, then lowered his cowboy hat and smiled hideously, "He gave me one last chance to fight with all my might, that's all." ”

"It's hard to say much about mediocrity. The old man sighed, and then raised his hand to gently pull the strip of cloth tightly tied to his waist and abdomen, and the restraint was taken off, only to see that the long strip-like package behind him was finally held in his hand at this time, and the cloth skin at the front end was cut into two pieces by itself, and an extremely long red scabbard appeared from it, "It's incomprehensible, see that you are also a rare survivor of the war, since you have achieved fame and no longer worry about your livelihood, why do you want to come here to kill yourself when you are old?"

"Words are not speculative

Many. Gamo laughed and propped himself up against the edge of the doorframe, a secret cold sweat slid down his sideburns, a large dark red stain of blood smeared between his trouser legs, and at some point, his left leg was gone. However, even so, the old cowboy took a cigarette in his mouth, and hovered his right hand in front of the holster at his waist as always, only waiting for the time to strike, "It's time to get real, old fellow, see if your sword will kill me first, or if my baby will blow your skull first!"

"Good. The withered branch-like fingers slowly grasped the hilt of the knife, the old man's figure bowed slightly, the long knife was unsheathed, and the sword roared accompanied, in an instant, as if the gate of the Yellow Spring was wide open, and thousands of evil ghosts wept at the same time for the reappearance of the world, at the same time, only to hear the sound of the wind breaking in all directions, on the buildings on both sides of the town street, countless sword marks made out of thin air suddenly appeared, and even on Gamo's face and shirt, there were many more fine blood marks in an instant.

However, even so, Gamo did not move half a minute, and above that bloated body, the will of the former number one dart player in the west was being revived, just like the [silence] when the lonely door launched the rejudication gradually dispelled all the irrelevant distractions in his mind, and between heaven and earth, only he, the old man, and the golden revolver on his waist were ready to go.

The decisive moment is now.

It was in this second.

[One shot pierces the heart, bursts the sound and chases the light]

In an instant, the unprecedented speed drove Gamo's right hand to draw a gun and fire, at the same time, the crimson knife light flew around the former like a flowing shadow, blood splashed out, the cowboy hat flew into the air, and the old man who had arrived behind Gamo slowly put the knife into the sheath, and then, at the moment when he closed the scabbard, the back of the old cowboy suddenly split in two, and suddenly fell between the pools of blood on the ground, and the revolver with a golden color was also silently broken into two halves by the owner's side.

“…………。 The old man leaned over the scabbard, and then silently turned back to look at the corpse on the ground, which had lost its breath, and at the section of the incision, the traces of rough transformation that could be seen at a glance were completely exposed. A pacemaker that increases the power of the heartbeat, a trigger that stimulates the production of more adrenaline, and all kinds of bits and pieces of surgical traces, as Gamo said before, the person behind him did give him one last chance to fight with all his strength, but even if he hadn't been killed here, this battered body might not have survived for three days.

“…… In any case, the old man can't understand such a meaningless thing......" The old man sighed faintly again, and then, he lifted the scabbard, held it high above his head, looked at the blue sky, and muttered in a voice that seemed to be talking to himself, "If it were you, what would you choose, Lonedoor?"

Hopefully, you'll be wiser.

For the ...... You are the only apprentice of the old man.