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Chapter 271

The anger of the Three Dynasties of Song Dynasty shot from the soles of the feet to the sky.

The scene in front of me was simply like the eighteenth level of hell.

Heads were rolling and blood was flowing like rivers.

Even though he had lived for nearly fifty years, he had fought countless battles, large and small, and killed many people, but this was the first time he had experienced such a scene.

In addition to boundless anger, there is also inner fear.

What has this young man experienced?

He is not a human being, he is the god of death from hell, a demon!

"Go to hell!"

Song Sanchao used all his strength to jump up high in the air, waving his legs like giant scissors; Song Sanchao's so-called scissor legs can cut a person's belly, which shows that the power is not trivial.

Faced with this weird move and the Grandmaster's anger, he attacks.

Chen Yan had to prepare carefully and could not continue to play the evil king's devilish voice.

Just when he was about to fight against Song Sanchao, the young woman Longya who had just come in with Zhang Yourong suddenly rushed out of the room.

"Boom boom boom!"

Three gunshots were fired in succession.

Yes, the young woman has a gun on her body.

Every shot was aimed at the vital points of the Song Dynasty.

Grandmasters are not afraid of bullets and can temporarily dodge, and even some powerful ones can catch bullets with their bare hands, but this does not mean that they can catch bullets with their heads if they are stubborn.

That's not awesome, that's stupid, plus a comparison!

Faced with three consecutive rounds of bullets hitting his vital points, Song Sanchao's eyes were filled with tears, but he could only give up chasing Chen Yan, and instead hurriedly changed his moves in mid-air to avoid the bullets.

A master is worthy of being a master.

In this situation where there was no way to use force, he was able to avoid three bullets at the same time.

But then, the young woman fired again, this time four times.

"Bitch!"

At this moment, the master of Song Sanchao was no longer calm, and directly cursed people, because the old trend was gone and the new power was not yet born, so he could not continue to dodge the four high-speed bullets in this situation.

He could only settle for the next best thing.

The body responds to the maximum possible extent and avoids the vital points.

He dodged two bullets.

The third shot hit his ear, knocking off half of his earlobe.

The fourth shot couldn't be avoided no matter what, so I had no choice but to catch it with my hands.

"puff--"

A bloody flower burst out from the palm of his hand.

With the help of internal strength, Song Sanchao's palm was not penetrated. The bullet broke half of the thickness of the palm muscle and was finally removed.

But the pain also made him tremble all over.

"Bitch, bitch, I'll kill you first!"

Then, he saw the group of Song family disciples who were just waking up from a dream, looking at their dead companions around them, trembling with fear, and immediately yelled: "What are you doing standing still? Kill me, kill everyone here!"

"

As he spoke, he rushed towards the young woman Longya with the force of thunder.

Naturally, Chen Yan would not let him get his wish: "Old turtle, what's the point of bullying a woman? Your opponent is me!"

Chen Yan went up to greet him.

The two exchanged moves in mid-air.

However, what the Song Dynasty really had to deal with now was the young lady Longya, and the move he used against Chen Yan was a feint, using only 50% of his strength.

Use all the remaining strength to kill the young woman.

He feels that 50% strength is enough!

"Bitch, suffer death!"

At the critical moment.

The young woman who had just turned around and ran suddenly stopped and showed a strange smile when facing the murderous Song Sanchao.

"What is she laughing at?"

This was the thinking of the Song and Three Dynasties at that time.

Then at this moment, the young woman's figure swayed like a ghost, and she easily avoided his fatal scissor kick, and then slapped his chest with a palm.

Before the palm hit, a majestic internal force hit him first.

What?

He is actually a master of inner energy!


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