fifth form

Chapter 459: Flaws of Old Age Sequence Masters

Crazy gunshots roared through the indoor shooting range.

The sound insulation of the shooting range is very good, but it can't isolate all the sounds, especially the bloodbath incident in the Song family.

Amidst the extremely violent gunshots, Song Xianzhong's body was light and light, like a fluttering butterfly amidst the hail of bullets.

Random guns and Zhang Xuezhou's extremely precise shooting power forced him to approach cautiously.

Zhang Xuezhou's sentence, "Such a powerful dodge ability, guess which direction I will shoot next?" ' After all, it has an effect on him.

The shooting direction is different, which leads to different positions that need to be avoided.

And details like toes are difficult to generate enough responsiveness, but being interrupted will indeed greatly affect his personal strength.

There was a tingling pain from his thumb, and the silk thread on Song Xianzhong's black gloves quickly popped out. When his body was pulled by the thread, he had traveled nearly 20 meters in the air, and quickly approached where Zhang Xuezhou and others were.

With just one leap, he can slip straight into the crowd.

Zhang Xuezhou was obviously caught off guard by the instant jump to close the distance, while the others didn't even have time to turn their guns.

"We are foreigners, and we are just here to avoid disasters. If you don't hit us, we won't hit you either!"

The sound of shouting quickly came, and Song Xianzhong's eyes that lacked emotion swept across.

"late!"

He exerted a little strength, and then quickly stepped on the locker and fell.

When the short knife was wiped towards Zhang Xuezhou's neck, Song Xianzhong's eyes flickered, and there was no Zhang Xuezhou in front of him.

In front of him, Changkong Luo stared at him with a fierce face.

"Old Ghost Changkong, why are you hiding here!"

Song Xianzhong was shocked.

Before Zhou Xin stepped into the seventh sequence, Changkongluo was the number one master of the Red Alliance.

Although Changkongluo is no longer number one now, Changkongluo is still a mountain, and it is difficult for him, the sixth committee member, to climb over it.

The pistol pinned to his waist was caught in the palm of his hand in an instant, and Song Xianzhong shot it into the sky.

Ordinary bullets can't hurt long-air drop, but this does not include armor-piercing bullets.

What he had in his hand was just a pistol, but the bullets of this pistol were extraordinary, and the shell casings made of special materials were extremely penetrating, and it was no problem to penetrate steel plates.

This also includes people, even extraordinary sequence masters.

One shot was fired, and Changkongluo fell down in response.

This made Song Xianzhong slightly stunned.

"Damn it, I encountered a deterrent fighting technique again!"

For a Sequence master in their twilight years, when their normal consciousness continues to fade, their mental strength is indeed decreasing.

This is also the main reason why Song Sijia was able to temporarily control Song Xianzhong.

Even Song Xianzhong's transition from semi-chaotic state to waking up was inseparable from Song Sijia's one-strike dragon-power fighting technique.

But this does not mean that Song Xianzhong wants to accept the deterrent fighting technique again, or even the more powerful deterrent fighting technique.

To be able to confuse his sanity for a short time, this level has already surpassed Song Sijia.

"break!"

Drumming his own consciousness, Song Xianzhong was looking for his true touch.

He looked at Chang Kongluo who was lying on the ground dry and staring, and even slapped himself hard.

It wasn't until the pain in his chest came that the scene in front of Song Xianzhong quickly faded away.

He reached out to touch his waist, and the pistol immediately entered his palm.

"Bang bang bang bang bang bang!"

Six rounds of bullets were fired directly.

Song Xianzhong didn't care whether he got the shot or not, he just wanted to use this kind of sweep to completely break off the opponent's deterrent fighting skills.

He scanned the space of the locker, and saw that the five people squatting below had all disappeared.

When he glanced over, Song Xianzhong had already squatted down quickly.

Offense and defense are clearly switched.

The frenzied roar of machine gun fire came, and Song Xianzhong could only prostrate on the ground and wait for the rain of bullets to pass.

He tightly held the pistol with one bullet left, and looked at his chest again.

Even with top-of-the-line body armor, the force of the impact rifle still bruised his ribs.

Song Xianzhong was glad that the gun didn't land on his head.

The sound of "come here" sounded, and another machine gun joined the firing range, which made Song Xianzhong fire a backhand shot at the locker.

The armor-piercing bullet passed directly through the locker, and he heard the muffled sound he was familiar with.

"you lose!"

Song Xianzhong gave a low and dull response.

Deterrent fighting techniques have an effective strike distance, the opponent's accomplice fled far away, but the young man who released the fighting technique did not flee far, the distance between the opponent and him was no more than ten meters.

The sound of greeting and the range of machine gun fire directly pointed out the opponent's hiding place.

Song Xianzhong fired this shot with a 100% hit rate.

As long as this young expert who is good at blind hitting and deterrent fighting skills is eliminated, the remaining four are just a flock of sheep. Once his body recovers a little, Song Xianzhong can kill them all directly.

"Kill you all!"

"I'm dead, what's the use of keeping you!"

"Do I count on the few wreaths that you send every year when the foundation is laid after you kill me!"

Song Xianzhong became murderous.

Except for not breaking Song Sijia's neck when he regained consciousness, he fought back mercilessly against every one who shot, and killed any who resisted.

Although Zhang Xuezhou had already asked for peace, Song Xianzhong would not show any mercy.

He stared wide-eyed, feeling the madness of his old age, and also feeling the possible end of the road.

This is not Ren's house in the Xuefu District. This area had a very dignified name in the past.

Imperial City.

The other courtyards of many important ministers are placed in this area. Although the Luofu royal family has been removed, the layout of the imperial city remains unchanged.

Even though many buildings were demolished and rebuilt, many members of the Sequence Committee lived in this area.

It won't be too long, Chang Kongluo and others will rush here quickly.

Song Xianzhong arranged a backhand to target these people, but Song Xianzhong didn't know where he could go.

There was murderous intent in his eyes, but also a hint of confusion.

But in just a blink of an eye, a land of green mountains and green waters floated before Song Xianzhong's eyes, and an ancient temple was in the distance.

When the melodious bell sounded, Song Xianzhong felt that his hands were covered with blood, and all kinds of confessions were constantly eating away at his mind.

He stretched out his hands, looked up at the bright sunshine, and bowed his head.

"Master, what can I get if I put down the butcher's knife?"

Song Xianzhong made a hoarse voice.

"Your heart can calm down!"

In the ancient temple, a voice responded faintly.

"If someone insists on killing me, what should I do?" Song Xianzhong asked.

There was no response from the voice in the ancient temple, only the melodious bell rang again.

"I don't want to die, I am a hero who established the Red Alliance, and I shouldn't end up like this!"

Song Xianzhong roared loudly.

"The betrayal of relatives should not be my fate!"

His bowed head suddenly lifted, and a beast-like light floated in his eyes.

"If I don't want to accept this kind of life, I have to wipe out all those who want my life!"

Crazy roars kept ringing out of his mouth, and the sound became louder and louder, until the green mountains, green waters, and ancient temples disappeared, and the indoor shooting range was once again reflected in Song Xianzhong's eyes.

"Damn it!"

Song Xianzhong got up suddenly while roaring, and his body leaped lightly, jumping like a civet.

Bullets from the machine gun whizzed behind him.

He reached out and grabbed the steel frame structure of the shooting range, and when he quickly jumped towards Zhang Xuezhou, he saw Zhang Xuezhou pointing to the ground, his whole body in a very strange posture, being pulled by a rope and quickly flying backwards. go.

A rifle was still held in the opponent's palm, even pointing at Song Xianzhong.

This made his heart skip a beat.

(End of this chapter)