Chapter 459 The flaws of sequence masters in their twilight years
Author: a chili pepper
Chapter 459 The flaws of sequence masters in their twilight years
Crazy gunshots roared at the indoor shooting range.
The sound insulation treatment of the shooting range is extremely good, but it cannot isolate all sounds, especially when the bloodshed happened in the Song family.
Amidst the extremely violent gunfire, Song Xianzhong's body was as light as a flying butterfly in the hail of bullets.
The random shooting and Zhang Xuezhou's extremely accurate shooting power forced him to approach with caution.
Zhang Xuezhou's words, 'What a powerful dodge ability, where do you think I will shoot my next shot?' had an impact on him after all.
Different shooting directions lead to different positions that need to be avoided.
It is difficult to produce sufficient reaction force in details such as toes, but being interrupted will indeed greatly affect the performance of his personal strength.
A stinging sensation came from his thumb, and the threads on Song Xianzhong's black gloves quickly popped out. When his body was pulled by the threads, he had already traveled nearly twenty meters through the air, and quickly approached the location of Zhang Xuezhou and others.
With just one leap, he can get right into the middle of this group of people.
Zhang Xuezhou was obviously caught off guard by the short distance he jumped in an instant, and the others didn't even have time to turn their guns.
"We are foreigners and we are just hiding here. If you don't hit us, we won't hit you either!"
A quick shouting sound came, and Song Xianzhong's eyes glanced at him with a lack of emotion.
"late!"
He exerted a little force on his body, and then he quickly stepped on the locker and fell down.
When the short knife was swiped towards Zhang Xuezhou's neck, Song Xianzhong's eyes flashed, and there was no figure of Zhang Xuezhou in front of him.
In front of him, Changkongluo stared at him with a fierce look on his face.
"Old ghost Changkong, why are you hiding here!"
Song Xianzhong was horrified.
Before Zhou Xin entered the seventh sequence, Changkong Luo was the number one master of the Red Alliance.
Although Changkongluo is no longer number one, Changkongluo is still a big mountain, and it is an existence that he, the Sixth Committee member, has difficulty climbing over.
The pistol on his waist was instantly caught in his hand, and Song Xianzhong fired a shot into the sky.
Ordinary bullets cannot damage long-range bullets, 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 bullet casing made of special material was extremely penetrating, and could easily penetrate steel plates.
This also includes people, even sequence masters with extraordinary strength.
A shot was fired, and Zhangkongluo fell down in response.
This made Song Xianzhong slightly stunned.
"Damn it, I encountered intimidating fighting skills again!"
For a sequence master in his twilight years, when normal consciousness continues to fade, their mental strength is indeed diminishing.
This is also the main reason why Song Sican was able to temporarily control Song Xianzhong.
Even Song Xianzhong's transition from a semi-chaotic state to awakening was inseparable from Song Sijia's powerful fighting skills.
But this does not mean that Song Xianzhong wants to accept intimidation fighting techniques again, or even more powerful intimidation fighting techniques.
The ability to temporarily confuse his mind was beyond Song Sijia's level.
"break!"
Inspiring his own consciousness, Song Xianzhong is looking for his true feel.
He looked at Changkong Luo, who was lying dry and staring on the ground, and even slapped himself hard.
It wasn't until the pain in his chest came that the scene in front of Song Xianzhong quickly subsided.
He reached out and touched his waist, and the pistol suddenly fell into his hand.
“Bang bang bang bang bang bang bang!”
Six bullets were fired directly.
Song Xianzhong didn't care whether he hit or not, he just wanted to use this sweeping attack to completely cut off the opponent's intimidating fighting skills.
He glanced across the space of the locker and saw that the five people squatting below had all disappeared.
By the time he glanced over, Song Xianzhong had already squatted down quickly.
Offense and defense have obviously switched positions.
The crazy roar of machine gun fire came, and Song Xianzhong could only crawl on the ground and wait for the rain of bullets to pass.
He held the pistol tightly with one bullet left, and looked at his chest again.
Even though he was wearing a top-grade body armor, the force of the assault rifle still injured his ribs.
Song Xianzhong was lucky that the shot did not hit his head.
The voice of "Come here quickly" sounded, and another machine gun joined the shooting range, which made Song Xianzhong fire a backhand shot at the locker.
The armor-piercing bullet passed directly through the locker, and a familiar muffled sound came from him.
"you lose!"
Song Xianzhong gave a low and dull response.
The deterrent type of fighting technique has an effective range of attack. The opponent's accomplices fled far away, but the young man who unleashed the fighting technique did not flee far. The distance between the opponent and him was only ten meters.
The sound of greetings and the range of machine gun fire directly pointed out the opponent's hiding spot.
Song Xianzhong fired this shot with a 100% hit rate.
As long as this young master who is good at blind fighting and intimidating fighting skills is eliminated, the remaining four people are just a group of sheep. As long as his body recovers a little, Song Xianzhong can kill them all directly.
"Kill you!"
"If I die, what's the use of keeping you here!"
"Do I expect you to kill the few wreaths you send every year when I lay the foundation stone!"
Song Xianzhong became murderous.
Except for not breaking Song Sijia's neck when he regained consciousness, he relentlessly fought back against everyone who took action and killed anyone 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 the possible end of the road.
This is not the Ren family in the Xuefu District. This area had a very grand name in the past.
Imperial City District.
The villas of many important ministers were placed in this area. Although the Luofu royal family moved away, the layout of the imperial city remained unchanged.
Even though many buildings were torn down and renovated, many members of the Sequence Committee lived in this area.
It won't take long, Chang Kongluo and others will get here quickly.
Song Xianzhong arranged a back-up plan to target these people, but Song Xianzhong didn't know where he could go in the vast world.
His eyes were filled with murderous intent, but there was also a trace of confusion.
But just for a moment, a land of green mountains and green waters floated before Song Xianzhong's eyes, with an ancient temple in the distance.
The melodious sound of the bell sounded, and Song Xianzhong felt that his hands were covered with blood, and all kinds of confessions were eating away at his mind.
He stretched out his hands, looked up at the bright sunshine, and lowered his head.
"Master, what can I gain if I put down the butcher knife?"
Song Xianzhong made a hoarse voice.
"Your mind can calm down!"
In the ancient temple, a voice responded calmly.
"What should I do if someone insists on killing me?" Song Xianzhong asked.
There was no response from the voice in the ancient temple, only the melodious bells rang again.
"I don't want to die. I am a hero in establishing the Red Alliance. I should not end up like this!"
Song Xianzhong roared loudly.
"It shouldn't be my fate to be betrayed by others!"
His bowed head suddenly lifted up, and a beast-like light flashed in his eyes.
"If I don't want to accept this kind of fate, I have no choice but to get rid of everyone who wants my life!"
Crazy roars continued to sound in his mouth, and the sound got louder and louder, until the green mountains and green waters shattered the ancient temple and disappeared, and the indoor shooting range once again came into Song Xianzhong's eyes.
"Death, death, death!"
Song Xianzhong stood up suddenly while roaring. His body jumped lightly, jumping like a civet cat.
Machine gun bullets streaked behind him.
He reached out and grabbed the steel frame structure of the shooting range, and when he jumped quickly in the direction of Zhang Xuezhou, he saw Zhang Xuezhou tapping his toes on the ground, his whole body showing an extremely weird posture, being pulled by a rope and flying backwards quickly.
go.
A rifle was still in the opponent's hand, even pointed at Song Xianzhong.