fifth form

Chapter 461
"This spiritual strengthening chapter is quoted from the year I met Dr. Ren Anran..."

"Let's talk about the key points, just talk about how to practice!"

Zhang Xuezhou thought carefully about delaying time, but Song Xianzhong was very aware of Zhang Xuezhou's thoughts.

But Song Xianzhong had to let Zhang Xuezhou delay.

At the moment, he could only urge repeatedly, and threatened with bad eyes.

"Then I will start to talk about how to practice the spiritual strengthening chapter. The practice of this spiritual strengthening chapter comes from the brain area. Its first step..."

Not only was he long-winded when he spoke, but he also repeated nonsense.

But Zhang Xuezhou mixed some real content in the nonsense, which made Song Xianzhong want to make trouble but had to hold back.

Zhang Manqian is more familiar with Zhang Xuezhou, Zhang Weimeng and Song Fengying think their son is great, Wang Li follows a reliable thigh, and there is no other abnormality when everyone's face is dignified and defensive.

Only Song Sijia was surprised.

She didn't expect Zhang Xuezhou to be able to communicate normally with this crazy grandpa.

Zhang Xuezhou was delaying time, everyone including Song Xianzhong knew that Zhang Xuezhou was delaying time, but Zhang Xuezhou did it.

Compared to Song Sijia's desperate fight, Zhang Xuezhou easily solved the problem with his mouth.

"We can only see if Chairman Zhang Kong and others can get here safely!"

Song Sijia held her throat and let out a low moan.

Whether many people can survive to the end, Song Sijia thinks it needs to be seen who is the big shot.

As long as one of the top five masters of the Red Alliance Sequence Committee can come over normally, they may escape safely.

However, it was difficult for Song Sijia to determine whether many important figures could safely pass through the Song family area.

"Target No. [-] confirmed!"

"Target No. [-] confirmed!"

"Target No. [-] confirmed!"

An extremely mechanical electronic sound sounded from Song Xianzhong's waist, Song Sijia's body turned cold, and he looked at Song Xianzhong with a cold face.

"It's just regular customers visiting, keep talking, don't stop!"

Song Xianzhong looked at Zhang Xuezhou who had stopped at a critical point, and motioned Zhang Xuezhou to continue explaining.

Song Xianzhong knew Ren Sheng, but Song Xianzhong did not have any friendly relationship with Ren Sheng. Only his second son, Song Buer, had a close relationship with Ren Sheng.

But Ren Sheng was a poor and settled family, and it was difficult for the drained Ren family to dig out any treasures.

Song Xianzhong lacked attention to Ren Sheng, and he was not interested in any topic that Song Buer mentioned Ren Sheng.

It wasn't until Zhang Xuezhou told about it that Song Xianzhong had a trace of regret.

Maybe he should have listened to Song Buer more before, instead of indulging in the pursuit of genetic medicine.

The blood potion can enable him to have sufficient genetic fighting ability, and the nourishment of the body can keep his body healthy as a middle-aged man, but his real trouble lies in his sanity.

This is the main cause of the vicious turmoil in the Song family.

Song Ziwen believed that he had lost his sanity at that moment, while Song Xianzhong did not agree that he was as ignorant as a wild beast at that time, and still had his own consciousness.

The killing and counterattack occurred in a short period of time, which induced more targeted methods.

Song Xianzhong, who is like a wild beast, may die, but he is still sane, and it is impossible for him to die under the hot weapon he is most familiar with.

Listening to Zhang Xuezhou's repeated narration, Song Xianzhong touched his waist inadvertently with his fingers.

He was able to maintain a confrontation with Zhang Xuezhou and fall into temporary peace talks, but Song Xianzhong didn't know if he had the qualifications to face Zhou Xin, Chang Kongluo, and Zhu Bufan.

Zhang Xuezhou's chattering introduction was still in his ears, but Song Xianzhong's attention was almost entirely on the siren on his waist.

"You will not negotiate peace with me. The purpose of your coming here is either to kill me or break my hands and feet, and let me die in wailing. Only... only..."

Looking at the injured self, and looking at the injured Zhang Xuezhou and others.

Song Xianzhong feels that only when each other is traumatized to a certain extent can the two parties communicate calmly.

At that time, Chang Kongluo and others might be able to speak well, instead of relying on numbers and strength to suppress him.

"Three, two, one..."

Originally, he wanted to drag Chang Kongluo to wait for the sequence master who came to the Song family to end his life, but under the condition that he could survive, Song Xianzhong hesitated for two seconds before pressing the control button of the secret key.

"boom!"

Like a thunderbolt from the blue, a resounding sound penetrated the imperial city area.

As soon as Zhang Xuezhou stopped talking nonsense, he just waved his hand to signal everyone to squat down, and the shaking of the indoor shooting range came immediately.

A lot of sound-proof glass shattered at this moment, and violent air waves mixed with various debris poured in crazily.

Wang Li, who was leaning on the electronic door, just made a defensive posture, and was knocked into the air together with the door.

Zhang Xuezhou squatted down, and his body had already been hit by several people. When he felt the pain of the gunshot wound on his chest, Zhang Manqian, who had suffered repeated impacts, forcibly propped up his arms to defend himself.

"Too halal!"

Zhang Xuezhou whispered, and when the mana in his palm was rippling, his palm also imprinted on Zhang Manqian's body.

As the blood splashed on his face, Zhang Xuezhou glanced sideways at Song Xianzhong, who was nearly a hundred meters away, and then pulled the trigger.

As the instigator, Song Xianzhong obviously found a safer area instead of hiding behind the door like them.

The shock wave and countless fragments swept across, and Song Xianzhong's body only shook slightly.

But his face turned red immediately, and while he was holding his waist tightly, he also looked at the chaotic and rolling area.

It was impossible for Song Xianzhong to tell the other party the exact time when he was going to detonate the rocket launcher and explosives, let alone inform these people to stand in a safer position.

But he never thought that he would encounter stray bullets under such circumstances.

He couldn't believe that a person could shoot at him accurately when he was hit by an explosion. No one could do this kind of aiming. It could only be a stray bullet, and it could only be a stray bullet.

Song Xianzhong's judgment is not surprising, even if it is a blind shot, it still needs to rely on enough physical instinct.

He had heard Zhang Xuezhou's explanation of spiritual strengthening, and felt that this ability, similar to that of an ascetic monk's meditation, could guide his concentration, but it was not enough for the opponent to shoot every shot, let alone hit him in the event of an explosion.

"Oh!"

Mixed with the loud noise brought by the aftermath of the shock, a gunshot sounded again.

The pain of being shot the second time came, and Song Xianzhong could no longer stick to his judgment.

He jumped up, ignoring the blood flow caused by cutting muscles when dozens of glass shards were ejected.

His five fingers were in the shape of sharp claws, and particles like suction cups emerged from the palm of his hand. The rapid switching of genetic abilities made it extremely easy for Song Xianzhong to pass over a falling steel frame when he stretched out his hand, and then avoided a falling steel plate.

The distance of [-] meters is not far, and it only takes more than ten seconds for ordinary people to sprint.

For a sequencer master like Song Xianzhong, the time for the [-]-meter sprint is even shorter.

Although the indoor shooting range was confused by the shock wave of the explosion, he used his genetic ability, and the time when he shuttled through the obstacles and cut into Zhang Xuezhou's side would not change much.

It wasn't until the third gunshot and the severe pain that his left finger was broken that Song Xianzhong's self-confidence faded.

"The gun went off!"

A panting sound of explanation came, and when Song Xianzhong came back to his senses, he heard a gunshot, followed by labor pains in his left foot.

In addition, his right hand was shot by Zhang Xuezhou before, and when he met again, he had already suffered three injuries to his limbs, and it was difficult to have the flexibility he had before.

The distance of [-] meters that used to be a leisurely walk in the courtyard is now a distance that Song Xianzhong finds it difficult to cover.

Before Changkongluo and the others came, the signs of his retreat had already entered the obvious level.

What he faced was not only a geek with spear skills, but also a young master who was good at manipulating his psychology and seizing fighting opportunities.

(End of this chapter)