fifth form

Chapter 458 Counter Shots
It is difficult for the younger generation to give an accurate answer to what kind of mentality a top master has after entering his twilight years.

The world is developing, and the life expectancy of human beings is also increasing.

And for those at the top, the increase was even more pronounced.

Song Xianzhong still had an extremely strong body when he was almost ninety years old. The opponent could pick up a submachine gun and shoot at him, and the opponent had a fast enough reaction.

For these people, the only drawback at the moment is the mismatch between mind and body.

The older a human being is, the more consciousness tends toward the chaos of youth.

In this case, the pursuit of safe survival becomes instinct.

Infants and toddlers are weak, at most they will cry loudly, or bite with new fine teeth, while a sixth-sequence person will cut off possible threats after falling into chaos.

No one knew what Song Xianzhong was thinking, but Song Xianzhong's descendants were obviously guarding against the chaos of this sequence master.

Maybe someone made a misjudgment, or Song Xianzhong couldn't bear this kind of suffering, or maybe it was other reasons.

These reactions created a chain reaction of sorts.

Even if Song Xianzhong was still sane at this time, the other party was regarded as a person with a chaotic brain.

If you don't want to die, then only other people will die.

Even if these people are related to him by blood.

Grabbing Song Sijia's neck with his left hand, Song Xianzhong looked at Song Sijia's face for a few seconds.

When a gunshot was fired, his body swayed slightly, and the pistol he was holding was also fired back.

"Oh!"

"Chong!"

Nearly simultaneous gunshots echoed in the shooting range.

Zhang Xuezhou's hands went numb, and he saw that the bullet directly shattered the sight of the rifle, and flew into the alloy locker behind.

If he needs to shoot from the sight with his eyes, Song Xianzhong's shot is a headshot.

"Don't move, his shooting level is very high, and he can directly target and counterattack at the moment of shooting!"

When Zhang Manqian was about to shoot, Zhang Xuezhou spoke quickly.

A little sweat broke out on his forehead, and Zhang Xuezhou felt numb in his heart.

Accurate shooting is the first level, dodging in place is the second level, and while hiding, you can catch the opponent's position to achieve accurate counter-kill, that is the third level of spearmanship.

Zhang Xuezhou's way of locking and shooting by relying on mana is different from ordinary people, so he escaped Song Xianzhong's shot.

After the sight was pierced, he didn't explode in the head, and Zhang Xuezhou could shoot without the sight, which didn't have too many bad effects.

But it is hard to say what will happen to Zhang Manqian and others when they encounter counter-killing.

Zhang Xuezhou waved his hand, and waited until he stretched out his rifle and fired again. As expected, the sound of counterattack gunfire sounded, and Zhang Xuezhou saw that the bullet directly penetrated the normal shooting direction.

"What a powerful blind shooting ability. Guess where I will shoot my next shot?"

Zhang Xuezhou's two shots failed to hit Song Xianzhong, and Song Xianzhong's two shots did not kill Zhang Xuezhou.

He looked at Song Sijia, who had rolled his eyes while clutching his throat, and threw his once favorite granddaughter out with his lips slightly curled up, and fired another counterattack shot.

The sound of bullets hitting metal came, and Song Xianzhong's body flashed, his right hand had already touched the machine gun that Zuo Denggao had used for strafing before.

"Armor-piercing bullets can't kill you, do you think machine guns can do it?"

When Song Xianzhong responded with psychological pressure, he only heard the crisp sound of the trigger on the machine gun.

His finger that was about to touch the trigger suddenly retracted.

The heavy machine gun has the ability to straf, but it is obviously difficult for him to dodge quickly while holding a heavy machine gun.

His opponent is undoubtedly a top shooter.

Without outcropping or aiming, the opponent's blind fire with a gun can accurately hit his position.

And to hit the firearm parts such as the trigger, the opponent's shooting level is only stronger than his.

"Song Ziwen has been killed by me. Song Buer can't achieve this level of shooting. Other families in Xijing City are not as strong as my Song Jiaqiang. Who are you?"

When Song Xianzhong asked in a deep voice, another shot greeted him.

When facing this gun, Song Xianzhong didn't have any warning signs in his mind.

This time the shot was not aimed at the head, chest, abdomen, etc. The opponent seemed to have missed.

But when he felt a burning pain in his toes, Song Xianzhong quickly raised his leg.

On his tactical boots, a hole had been pierced, and metal shell casings mixed with flesh and bones were faintly visible in the hole.

"Handling, you are Song Buer, no, Song Buer is already crazy, he wiped the blood with his clothes outside, you are not Song Buer, you..."

Song Xianzhong is familiar with every descendant of the Song family, and even knows the characteristics of each person.

It is Song Buer's habit to like to beat hands and feet, and even formed an almost instinct.

This gun has Song Buer's style, but Song Buer does not have the ability to draw a gun casually.

Enduring the pain and jumping again, Song Xianzhong's body has been hidden under the hot weapon rack containing the guns.

The moment he jumped, Song Xianzhong also heard gunshots.

But this time he retracted his hands and feet ahead of time, and he did not encounter this kind of shooting aimed at the limbs again.

"What a powerful dodging ability, guess which direction I will shoot next?"

When the same question came out, Song Xianzhong couldn't help feeling tense.

"Your voice seems to be very young, and the strength of the sequence should not be strong. What if I come here by force?" Song Xianzhong replied.

"Then guess who I am, and can you forcefully kill me?"

Zhang Xuezhou lowered his voice, making his voice appear low.

He regretted not learning Buddha's ventriloquism.

Falsification does have unique uses in some occasions.

Zhang Xuezhou felt that if he could imitate the voices of Changkongluo, Zhu Bufan and others, it would be useful.

"Poor posturing!"

Song Xianzhong made a low voice.

Compared with his experience in the shooting field, his opponent's blind shooting ability is first-rate, but there is obviously a lack of experience.

The other party wanted to use psychological suppression, but the voice betrayed the other party's true strength.

For the current young generation, few people step into the fifth sequence, let alone the sixth sequence.

It is difficult to distinguish between the two in terms of firearms, but there must be a huge difference in the strength of the sequence.

The pistol was inserted into the waist, the tactical boots were taken off, Song Xianzhong's feet were on the ground, he bowed like a bow, and when he jumped lightly, his body had already touched the steel structure above the shooting range.

The condescending gaze also allowed him to see several people behind the locker.

The gunshot sounded again, and his body had already emerged like a civet cat.

"He's coming, shoot!"

The matter was far from reaching the point where Zhang Xuezhou wanted to rely on cross-fire to delay time, and use the sound of gunfire to attract the attention of the senior management of the sequence committee to rescue.

The plan in his mind had just been implemented, but in the short contact time, because the voice belonged to a young man, it triggered Song Xianzhong's rape.

Raising his hand and firing a shot, Zhang Xuezhou saw that Song Xianzhong jumped, and had already leaped a distance of nearly five meters from the roof area of ​​the steel frame structure.

If it weren't for his ability to shoot, the opponent would definitely jump to him in the fastest time.

Zhang Xuezhou couldn't help being terrified.

The rifle in his hand fired repeatedly, and Zhang Manqian assisted in shooting in many directions on the steel frame above, while Wang Li bit the bullet and shot randomly.

"No matter where he is, just take a gun and bombard him!"

Wang Li screamed wildly while holding the gun.

"They can only defend against direct fire, they cannot defend against stray bullets and random beatings!"

Holding a submachine gun and shooting a sixth-order master, Wang Li felt that he was crazy.

But Song Xianzhong even killed his son Song Ziwen, Wang Li felt that if he was not crazy, he would have no chance of going crazy.

(End of this chapter)