Lei Ming is known as the king of the fourth-order sniper rifle, and his normal attributes are not much stronger than the average high-quality fourth-order sniper rifle, but Lei Ming's unique special attributes: compatibility, which can be integrated into the innate qi and innate blood power of the martial artist at the same time, making Lei Ming a well-deserved king of the fourth-order sniper rifle. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

There was once a genius innate fourth-order martial artist, who held thunder in his hand and used the power of his innate bloodline to finally kill an innate sixth-order martial artist, which can be seen from this.

However, in the same way as the great power of the thunder, the cost of the thunder to the user is also huge.

Lin Fang's innate Gang Qi has almost reached the peak of a fourth-order martial artist, coupled with the purity of his innate Gang Qi, it is almost far superior to a congenital fourth-order martial artist of the same level, and the power of the innate bloodline Haoyang is even the top of the top bloodline.

But even so, if a thunderous shot was stimulated, it would consume one-third of Lin Fang's innate qi.

That is to say, even in his heyday, with thunder in his hand, Lin Fang fired at most three shots in a row, and then he had to stop and rest to recover his innate qi.

And now, after fighting with the Flame Lion, coupled with the subsequent day and night of running, the innate qi in Lin Fang's body has almost dried up, and then he was chased and killed by the man in the black trench coat, which made Lin Fang's body even worse.

Although Lin Fang had already drunk the basic medicine just now, with the serious injury to his internal organs, coupled with the fact that his innate Gang Qi had been overloaded for a long time, it was probably not a short time to recover.

For a while, the innate Gang Qi in Lin Fang's body only recovered to about thirty percent.

In other words, at this time, even if Lin Fang held the thunder in his hand, he only had the ability to trigger a shot.

One shot!

Feeling the innate qi in his body, Lin Fang silently calculated and came to this conclusion, his eyes flickering.

Although he was a little disappointed, the corners of Lin Fang's mouth quickly rose slightly.

One shot at a time, one shot at a time is enough for him.

This is the confidence that a top killer has, as long as there is a chance to shoot, he can make the prey he targets pay a heavy price.

Lin Fang's eyes were firmly fixed on the black trench coat man who was still fighting with the Flame Lion in the open space, his eyes narrowed slightly, leaving only a small gap to observe every move in the field, trying not to let his observation attract the attention of the man in the trench coat.

At the same time, Lin Fang's mood began to slowly calm down, his heart was ethereal, and he slowly entered the state of the ancient well without waves. And the innate qi and innate bloodline power in Lin Fang's body also began to be integrated into the sniper rifle little by little.

All of Lin Fang's movements were unusually slow, just to not attract the attention of the man in the black trench coat.

For a real master, perhaps a secretly observing gaze, or an unintentional hint of murderous aura, may make the other party notice.

At this time, Lin Fang, lying in the grass, seemed to turn into a stubborn stone in the jungle, and the whole was integrated into it.

If he hadn't seen Lin Fang's figure with his own eyes, even a martial artist of the sixth order would definitely not be able to detect Lin Fang's existence.

Lin Fang's eyes narrowed slightly, staring at everything in the field with the corner of his eye, and Lei Ming, the king of the fourth-order sniper rifle, had already aimed at the battle in the field.

Next, Lin Fang had to wait silently, waiting for the best time to come.

He only had one shot, so he had to use this shot to make the man in the black trench coat pay.

The shame of hunting and teasing must be washed away with blood, the blood of men in black trench coats.

At this time, the man in the black trench coat vs. the Flame Lion has entered a critical juncture.

It was only at this time that Lin Fang finally believed what the man in the black trench coat said: his marksmanship was really not good.

However, this does not mean that the black trench coat man's marksmanship is really bad, you must know that in the process of chasing and killing Lin Fang, every shot of the black trench coat man accurately hit the place where Lin Fang once stood.

If it weren't for Lin Fang's fast movement speed, or Lin Fang's prediction before shooting the man in the trench coat, Lin Fang always dodged in advance, otherwise Lin Fang might not really be able to run to the core area.

With such marksmanship, if you want to say that it is bad, it really can't be considered bad, at least compared to most of the martial artists in Shenzhou Star, it should still be at the upper level.

However, if compared to the melee ability of the man in the black trench coat at this moment, the marksmanship of the man in the black trench coat is really not worth mentioning.

I saw that the man in the black trench coat had a smart body, and his innate sixth-order innate gang qi was surging, and the combat skills he displayed were even more complete. Coupled with the spiritual weapon long sword in the hand of the man in the black trench coat, it is like a tiger with wings.

The Flame Lion, who had slapped Lin Fang into a serious injury with one palm before, had been completely suppressed by the man in the black trench coat at this time, and let out an angry roar from time to time, and his body was constantly left with Dao wounds by the spirit weapon long sword Yang Ming Sword.

At this time, the Flame Lion's already fiery red hair was even more bright red at this time, and it was covered in blood.

The Dao wound simply drove the Flame Lion crazy, and the incessant roar of the lion roared through the mountains and forests, and the sound waves shook and shook, but it still didn't help.

I saw that the man in the black trench coat was like a fluttering butterfly, still swinging his shining long sword around the flaming lion.

Although the wounds brought by the black trench coat man with each long sword were not deep, they were not enough to be fatal or even seriously injured by the huge body of the Flame Lion.

But if this continues, it will only be a matter of time before the Flame Lion falls.

So many wounds, even just bleeding were enough to make the Flame Lion bleed to death.

Slowly, as if sensing the threat of death, the Flame Lion finally went berserk, no longer dodging, no longer avoiding, and began to play with injuries for injuries and lives for lives.

Unfortunately, even so, it still can't keep up with the speed of the man in the black trench coat.

Seeing the furious lion rage, the man in the black trench coat had a bloodthirsty smile on his face, a smug and arrogant laugh on his face.

What if it's not an ordinary flame lion, what if its strength has increased, what if it has eaten the Bodhi fruit, after all, it is just a mutant beast of the sixth order of the innate order.

Today is your death, and the Bodhi fruit is mine.

The man in the black trench coat smirked wildly, and the Yang Ming Sword in his hand once again slashed at the gap exposed by the Flame Lion, and at the same time, his body instantly avoided the palm of the Flame Lion.

But at this moment, the man in the black trench coat was stunned for a moment, and a powerful threat instantly enveloped him, which was a horror that was enough to make him die.

The man in the black trench coat was full of innate anger, and then instantly stimulated the power of the innate bloodline, only to see a green light flash, and the man in the black trench coat in mid-air moved one meter out of thin air.

I saw an unparalleled impact force that grazed the side of the man in the black trench coat, and then hit the ground behind the man in the trench coat, and a bottomless pit with a diameter of about one meter quietly appeared.

At this moment, a thunderous sound slowly came, like a thunderbolt on a sunny day, instantly spreading all over the surrounding area for nearly ten kilometers, and almost the entire secret realm could be heard, shaking all the mutated beasts in the jungle for a commotion.

"Thunder!" A gloomy look flashed across the face of the man in the black trench coat, and then he gritted his teeth and looked in the direction where the shot came from.

"Damn rat, you have thunder in your hand, and you dare to attack me, bastard, you almost capsized in the gutter, damn it, damn it, I'm going to break you to pieces."

The man in the black trench coat was furious in his heart, he had never been so close to death in his life, and the fear of that moment instantly made him fall into a state of rage.

At this time, he couldn't wait for Lin Fang to appear in front of him immediately, and then no matter what Flame Lion, no matter what Bodhi Fruit, he had to first break the damn sewer rat into pieces, and then make it into a bun to feed the dog, otherwise it would be difficult to eliminate the hatred in his heart.

At this time, in a certain grass in the jungle, Lin Fang looked at the man in a black trench coat who had escaped with cold eyes.

A shot missed, but Lin Fang didn't look frustrated, but looked at it coldly.

And at this moment, the man in the black trench coat who had just dodged a thunderous shot seemed to remember something again, and his face changed violently again.

But at this moment, it was already too late, and I saw a furious lion roar suddenly come out from the side, and then a huge lion's paw slapped fiercely on the chest of the man in the black trench coat.

A huge force like a meteor impact instantly slapped the man in the black trench coat away, and this palm was a palm that gathered all the strength of the flame lion under the fury of the frenzy.

The moment he was slapped away, the man in the black trench coat spurted out a mouthful of blood, and in mid-air, it was like a rain of blood.

And on his chest, even with the protection of the sixth-order array inner armor, the man in the black trench coat still felt that four or five ribs under his chest were broken in an instant.

What's more, the force that seemed to be a meteor falling fiercely penetrated into the black trench coat man's body, and at the same time, his internal organs were seriously injured.

After fighting for more than ten minutes, the man in the black trench coat inflicted countless wounds on the Flame Lion, nearly thirty or forty large and small, and there were many injuries but none of them were seriously injured.

At this time, the man in the black trench coat was hit by the Flame Lion and was seriously injured in an instant.

This is the gap between the mutant beast and the human innate martial artist, and the difference in defense power is too much.

Therefore, under normal circumstances, mutant beasts of the same rank are stronger than human innate martial artists.

If you attack a mutant beast dozens of times, the attack will most likely be tantamount to a mosquito bite.

And if an innate martial artist is attacked by a mutant beast, it is likely to be a fatal injury, especially a mutated beast like the Flame Lion, which is already known for its attack power.

Almost instantly, the battle scene was turned upside down in an instant, the man in the black trench coat was seriously injured, and his strength fell to a low point.

was slapped hard and flew to the ground, and there was another violent rebound, and the man's internal organs in the black trench coat were injured again.

But soon, the man in the black trench coat endured the indescribable pain all over his body, bounced up, and then fled towards the jungle behind him in an instant.

At this moment, he was seriously injured, and his strength had dropped to almost less than half, if he continued to fight with the Flame Lion, it would not be the Flame Lion who died today, but the day he died.

The man in the black trench coat fled, and the Flame Lion let out a violent roar, and then the huge bloody body chased after the man in the trench coat.

The unprecedented injuries had already sent the Flame Lion into a rage, and how could the Flame Lion give up when he saw that the prey that had left countless scars on it wanted to escape.

In an instant, I saw the Flame Lion chasing in the direction of the man in the black trench coat.

I saw that in the jungle, stumps and broken trees were everywhere .......