What's going on? Looking at the little brothers who rolled their eyes and fell out of thin air, Lian Jue was stunned.

Could it be that the weather is too cold and the brothers are having convulsions? Lian Jue raised his hand, and indeed smelled a strange, vague coolness from the wind.

Feipeng Hall, Tianxiong Hall, you are in my eyes, but you are clowns, today, all of you don't want to leave here alive. ”

In the whirring wind, an extremely cold voice came, which made everyone feel a sense of tremor in their hearts.

You, who are you? Lian Jue's triangular eyes widened, and he said inwardly, and the hand holding the gun was already trembling violently.

The younger brothers around them also clenched their guns, but everyone's eyes showed an indescribable nervousness, and the muzzle of the black hole hole was wandering aimlessly, completely losing its purpose.

I'm the one who came to send you to hell!"

In the darkness, Na Sen's cold voice was unusually murderous.

Call! A gust of wind blew, and a little brother of Feipeng Hall who was standing at the front only felt a chill all over his body, and then his eyes widened, and he fell straight down.

Sunspot! One of his companions next to him immediately screamed.

However, what answered him was the whirring wind and the dull, lifeless eyes of the black clothes.

Obviously, this unlucky sunspot has been completely shattered by Long Yunfeng's ghost qi.

What kind of person are you, hiding, pretending to be a ghost, not a hero, get out of here! We fight openly! A big man in his thirties, about 1.9 meters tall, with an inch head and muscular muscles like a hill, stared at the round copper bell eyes, shook the AK47 with the muzzle of the gun still steaming, and roared angrily.

This person is the leader of Tianxiong Hall, Shang Shidao, who spent time in the foreign mercenary group when he was young, and has always lived a life of licking blood with a knife, so he is so brave and ruthless, no matter what he encounters, he will not be afraid lightly.

You're not qualified enough! ”

Long Yunfeng snorted coldly, and the divine soul that came out of the shell immediately turned into a gust of wind and slammed into Shang Shidao.

Sen Sen's ghost qi slowly condensed in his thoughts, and was suddenly released the moment he touched Shang Shidao's body.

Shang Shidao only felt that he was drenched from head to toe by a bucket of water from the bottom of the Arctic Ocean, and a cold and tingling pain came from the depths of his soul, dizziness, and then his eyes went black, and his burly body fell down with a bang.

Everyone was stunned, and Fei Pengtang's younger brother even opened his mouth wide.

They never thought that Shang Shidao, who had always been extremely brave and invincible, would be so easily knocked down and so silent.

Looking at the thought of jujube kernel-sized jujube kernels, cracks appearing on them, and flying aimlessly in the wind, a smug sneer immediately appeared on the corner of Long Yunfeng's mouth.

As I said, tonight, all of you here will die. ”

Shoot me! Shoot me right away! Shoot him! Shoot him! Lian Jue desperately brandished the short gun in his hand and shouted like crazy.

The surrounding little brothers were slightly stunned for a moment, and then they invariably pulled the trigger.

The sound of a bean-bursting gunfire rang out again, and sparks erupted from the muzzle like a ghostly fire beating from Hell Lee.

Dangdang! The sound of bullets throwing shells was heard constantly, and the surrounding walls were punctuated with bursts of rubble and dust.

Each of them had tense faces, two hands, and guns tightened.

Lian Jue no longer has the vigor he had when he first came, and those little brothers have lost the pride and passion of killing all sides before.

They are shooting now, just to embolden themselves, and they don't even know what Long Yunfeng looks like or where he stays.

Long Yunfeng, who was floating in mid-air, smiled coldly, and his spirit leisurely passed through the firepower net intertwined with gunfire and bullets.

If the Dao Technique cultivation was only in the day tour or manifestation realm, he would definitely not dare to do so, because the flames on the bullets were very hot, and the divine soul of that realm was not very powerful, and it was very easy to be injured by the fierce gunfire.

But now, he has entered the middle stage of possession, and the power of the divine soul is no longer the same as that of the sun and the manifestation, ordinary bullets can hurt his body, but they cannot damage the divine soul floating in the air.

Slowly play them to death. Long Yunfeng smiled coldly, and suddenly came to Lian Jue's eyes, stretched out his hand like lightning, and tightly held the other party's wrist holding the gun.

Lian Jue only felt a strong force coming out of thin air, and the right hand holding the gun seemed to be clamped by an invisible iron tong, although he gritted his teeth and used all his strength to eat, and his square face was even more red, but, no matter what, his hand was difficult to move for half a minute.

Click! The sound of bones breaking sounded, and the blood was like a gushing spring, incomparably bright and delicate!

Lian Jue suddenly felt that his right hand was much lighter, as if the gun was no longer in his hand.

He blinked slightly, then looked intently at his wrist.

Blood is dripping wildly on his bare wrists!

The gun was still in his hand, but at the wrist, no longer in his arm.

Yes! He clutched the wound in his left hand and fell to his knees, his face contorted and his heart-rending screams.

Just now, Long Yunfeng used the power of his divine soul to twist his wrist from his hand.

Are you a human or a ghost? Looking at Lian Jue, whose wrist was unscrewed out of thin air, a clever little brother's eyes widened, his face was like earth, and he asked in a trembling voice with a clenched gun.

He had sensed something unusual.

Does this make sense, you ask? Long Yunfeng walked up to him slowly and asked coldly.

The little brother stared ahead with his mouth wide open.

Although the sound was clear to the ear, there was nothing in front of me except the cool wind and the moonlight falling on the ground.

Ordinary people who have not practiced Dao art or ancient martial arts will not be able to see the divine soul.

Sen Sen's ghost qi slowly condensed into Long Yunfeng's fist, Long Yunfeng chuckled, and the fist formed by the condensed thoughts suddenly struck.

Rumble! Feipeng Tang's whole body immediately flew out more than ten meters away like a kite with a broken string, and the red and white liquid rose into the sky like a fountain in a festival.

The red is blood, and the white is brain.

That's right, Long Yunfeng's punch just now directly smashed the unlucky guy's head.

I'm not fighting! I give up! I throw in the towel! "A little brother of Tianxiong Tang completely broke down, threw the gun in his hand on the ground like garbage, and then ran for his life.

However, no matter how fast he ran, how could he be faster than the Divine Soul of Long Yunfeng in the middle stage of the possession.

Long Yunfeng's spirit shook slightly, and he came to him by the wind, stretched out his hand, grabbed his neck tightly, and then lifted him up from the ground little by little.

A strange scene happened.

Everyone present saw that the little brother of Tianxiongtang who was running suddenly stopped his steps, and then his body hung in the air little by little, and then his eyes rolled white, his mouth foamed, and his tongue stretched out even more, just like the hanged ghost in a horror movie.

Yes! I don't want to die! ”

I want to go home! ”

Desperate screams came and went, and in the ranks of Feipeng Hall and Tianxiong Hall, there were constantly people who had a nervous breakdown, and directly threw away the gun in their hands and fled as if they were dead.

However, none of them could escape the palm of Long Yunfeng's hand.

They were either killed by Long Yunfeng's long-range attack with ghost energy, or they were approached by his divine soul, crushing their physical bodies with the power of divine souls, and then destroying their divine souls.

This is not a battle, but a slaughter, a one-sided slaughter by a master of Taoism against a group of ordinary people.

Brother Biao, is this what you call reinforcements? Looking at the little brothers of Feipeng Hall and Tianxiong Hall who died under the Longyun Wind Dao Technique in an inexplicable manner, the lone wolf's eyes kept exchanging surprises and halos of doubt, and a big question mark appeared in his mind.

Yes. Luo Jinbiao nodded mechanically, his eyes did not leave the battlefield for a moment, no, to be precise, it was a slaughterhouse!

Could it be that this is the power of Taoism? This is the strength of a cultivator? He slowly lowered his grip on the gun, exclaiming in his heart.

In the past, he only knew that Ghost Dragon was a very powerful and desperate fighter, but he didn't know that Long Yunfeng was still such a powerful cultivator.

Thinking about it, he couldn't help but feel glad for himself.

Because, at that time, Long Yunfeng only used his Dao technique slightly to intimidate them, and did not hurt the killer.

If Long Yunfeng had been ruthless at that time, not only him Luo Jinbiao, but also the hall master who had howled to the sky, and even the entire Golden Leopard Hall would have died.

Killing ordinary people like them was just a matter of blinking an eye for a Dao master like Long Yunfeng.

It's our turn, right? Zhang Guowen picked up an MP5 submachine gun from the ground and looked eager to try.

I've been an ordnance fan since I was in elementary school, and I've wanted to play with real guns for a long time, but I never had the chance, and now, I'm going to use this gun to kill people. “

Then go for it. Wang Shengyu also picked up an AK47 and said with great interest.

Okay, seeing that the eldest brother is so enjoyable, it's too late, I'm afraid there will be no living people in the teams of Feipeng Hall and Tianxiong Hall. Zhang Guowen smiled evilly, imitated the appearance of American soldiers in Hollywood blockbusters, and rushed up with mp5.

Hey, third, wait! There is something wrong with your posture with the gun, many of the movies are fake, and the real gun holding action is not so neat! Realizing that Zhang Guowen's non-standard movements with a gun, Wang Shengyu couldn't help but remind loudly.

It's a pity that at this time, Zhang Guowen had already pulled the bolt of the gun, and while charging, he was shooting frantically at the people of Feipeng Hall and Tianxiong Hall, and he couldn't hear anything.

I really didn't see that this kid who looked like a weak scholar on the surface had such crazy violent tendencies. Wang Shengyu sighed with some tears and laughter, and also opened the safe, pulled the bolt, and joined the battle group.