Chapter 459 The Flaws of the Sequence Master in the Nine Years

Author: A Chili Pepper

Chapter 459 The Flaws of the Sequence Master in the Nine Years

Crazy gunshots roared in the indoor shooting range.

The sound insulation of the shooting range is excellent, but it cannot isolate all sounds, especially the bloody incident occurred in the Song family.

Amid the extremely irritating gunshots, Song Xianzhong was light and looked like a butterfly in the rain of bullets.

The random guns and Zhang Xuezhou's extremely accurate shooting ability forced him to approach with caution.

Zhang Xuezhou's words, "What a powerful dodging ability, guess which direction I will shoot next shot?" were ultimately affected by him.

Different shooting orientations lead to different positions that need to be avoided.

It is difficult to produce enough reaction force in detail areas such as toes, but being interrupted will indeed greatly affect his personal strength.

The tingling pain of his thumb came, and a pair of black gloves popped up quickly on the silk thread. When his body was pulled by the silk thread, the person had already traveled nearly twenty meters from the air and quickly approached the location where Zhang Xuezhou and others were.

With just one jump, he can get into the middle of the group.

The instant jumping closer distance obviously caught Zhang Xuezhou off guard, and the others didn't even have time to turn the gun.

"We are outside, we are just hiding from disasters here. If you don't hit us, we won't hit you!"

A quick scream came, and Song Xianzhong's eyes were swept by.

"It's too late!"

His body exerted a little force, and then he quickly stepped on the storage cabinet and fell.

When the short knife wiggled Zhang Xuezhou's neck, Song Xianzhong's eyes shook, and there was no figure of Zhang Xuezhou in front of him.

In front of him, a tiger's face looked at him with a look of power.

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

Song Xianzhong was shocked.

Before Zhou Xin had never entered the seventh sequence, Changkong Luo was the number one master of the Red Alliance.

Although Changkong is no longer the number one, Changkong is still a mountain, an existence that is difficult for him, the sixth committee member, to climb over the past.

Don't grab the pistol at your waist instantly, Song Xianzhong shot into the sky with one shot.

Ordinary bullets cannot hurt the sky, but this does not include armor-piercing bullets.

All he had in his hand was a pistol, but the bullets of this pistol were extraordinary, and the shell of special material was extremely penetrating, so it was no problem to penetrate the steel plate.

This also includes people, and even powerful sequence masters.

One shot was shot, and the sky fell and fell down.

This made Song Xianzhong stunned for a little.

"Damn it, I've encountered deterrent fighting techniques again!"

For a twilight expert, when normal consciousness continues to fade, their mental strength is indeed decreasing.

This is also the main reason why Song Sijiaon temporarily controlled Song Xianzhong.

Even Song Xianzhong's move from a semi-chaotic state to Su Xing is inseparable from Song Sijia's attack on Dragon Power Fighting Technique.

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

The ability to confuse his mind for a short time is already beyond Song Sijia.

"break!"

With his consciousness inspiration, Song Xianzhong was even more looking for his true touch.

He looked at the sky falling dryly lying on the ground and stared at him, and even slapped himself hard.

It was not until the pain in his chest that the scene in front of Song Xianzhong quickly subsided.

He reached out and touched his waist, and the pistol suddenly entered his palm.

"Bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang!"

Six bullets were shot out in succession.

Song Xianzhong didn't care whether he shot or not, he just wanted to completely disconnect the opponent's deterrent fighting technique with this kind of sweep.

His eyes swept across the space of the locker, and saw that the five people who had previously squatted down were gone.

By the time his eyes were swept, Song Xianzhong had already squatted down quickly.

Offense and defense obviously changed positions.

The crazy roar of machine guns fired in pieces, and Song Xianzhong could only crawl on the ground and wait for the rain of bullets to pass.

He held the pistol with a bullet left and looked at his chest again.

Even though he was wearing a top-notch body armor, the strength of the impact rifle still hurt his ribs.

Song Xianzhong was glad that the shot fell on his head.

The sound of "Come here quickly" sounded, and another machine gun joined the range of strafing, which made Song Xianzhong shoot at the locker with his backhand.

The armor-piercing bomb directly passed through the locker and heard his familiar muffled groan.

"You lost!"

Song Xianzhong responded in a low and dull manner.

The deterrent fighting technique has an effective distance to strike. The opponent's accomplices fled far away, but the young man who released the fighting technique did not flee far away. The opponent's distance was only ten meters away.

The sound of greeting and the range of machine gun fire directly indicate the other party's hiding point.

Song Xianzhong shot this shot and his hit rate was 100%.

As long as this young master who is good at blind fighting and deterrent fighting skills is eliminated, the remaining four people are just a group of sheep. If his body recovers slightly, Song Xianzhong will be able to kill all of these people directly.

"Kill you!"

"I'm dead, what's the point of leaving you!"

"Do I expect you to send out the wreaths every year when you lay the foundation after you kill me!"

Song Xianzhong's intention to kill was enormous.

In addition to not breaking Song Sijia's neck when he recovered from waking up, he fought back mercilessly to every move and killed any rebel.

Although Zhang Xuezhou had already asked for peace, Song Xianzhong would not have any sympathy.

He widened his eyes, feeling the madness of his old age, and the possible end of his journey.

This is not the Ren family in Xuefu District. This area has a very grand name in the past.

Imperial City.

Many important officials' villas were placed in this area. Although the Luofu royal family had been broken, the layout of the imperial city area still did not change.

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

The time will not last too long, Changkong Luo will arrive here quickly.

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

His eyes were filled with murderous intent, but there was also a hint of confusion.

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

The melodious bell sounded, and Song Xianzhong felt his hands covered with blood, and all kinds of repentance were constantly eroding his mind.

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

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

Song Xianzhong made a hoarse voice.

"Your heart can calm down!"

In the ancient temple, a voice responded faintly.

"What should I do if someone insists on killing me?" Song Xianzhong asked.

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

"I don't want to die. I am a hero in the establishment of the Red Alliance. I shouldn't have ended like this!"

Song Xianzhong roared.

"It shouldn't be my life if everyone betrays my relatives!"

His head was bent down suddenly raised, and a beast-like light floated in his eyes.

"If I don't want to accept this kind of fate, I can only eliminate all those who want my life!"

A crazy roar kept ringing in his mouth, and the sound became louder and louder, until the green mountains and green waters broke out in the ancient temple, and the indoor shooting range was re-emerged in Song Xianzhong's eyes.

"Terrent!"

Song Xianzhong suddenly stood up as he roared, and his body leaped lightly, jumping like a spirit cat.

The machine gun bullets swept across behind him.

He reached out and grabbed the steel frame structure of the shooting range and jumped quickly towards Zhang Xuezhou's direction. Zhang Xuezhou pointed at the point of his foot, and his whole body was in an extremely strange posture. He was pulled by a rope and flew backwards backwards.

A rifle was still grasping the other party's palm, even pointing at Song Xianzhong.

This made his heart beat sharply.

(End of this chapter)
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