To live or to die, this is certainly the choice of the former for many people. Only by living can we enjoy this world of flowers, can we have a lot of women, can we squander piles of money, and can we be high up and overlook the humility and repentance of all beings.

But for the ghost, it will be an endless shame to be alive, not to mention the failure of his single-handedly planned assassination of Lin Wufeng, whether he will be found out in the future is still unknown, but in today's fight, Lin Wufeng only took a few steps forward, and he beat himself without the power to fight back, and at this point, the ghost has already lost a lot.

Lin Wufeng's cultivation is really high, he doesn't know coldly, let alone a ghost? He only knew that even if he worked hard for another ten years, he would not be able to catch up with Lin Wufeng's pace. It is an unattainable height, as for what kind of realm it has reached, I am afraid that only the heavens know, and the earthlings are afraid that there is no way to understand it at all.

The ghost's heartfelt fear was definitely not brought about by the huge difference in strength, but a cold and dark aura that Lin Wufeng possessed, which made people afraid from the bottom of their hearts. And the ghost didn't know what the aura on Lin Wufeng's body was, and it was precisely because he didn't know that he was even more scared. In other words, fear can no longer be described, and the word fear should be used.

It was like going to hell, in an endless hell full of evil spirits. The cold on his body was as if there were countless ghost claws scratching at his body, cold and piercing, and there was nowhere to escape. Strange scenes came to mind, stretching his neck and grinning, wrapping his tongue around his neck; If the eyeball falls to the mouth, the tongue sticks out and licks it from time to time; A little girl with a ponytail at the end of the corridor is crying, and when you pat her on the shoulder and ask her why she didn't come home at midnight, she looks back and has a ponytail in front of her. There are countless such images.

Even a man of sound mind can be scared out of the question. At this moment, the ghost only thinks that only if he becomes one of those demons and monsters, he will not feel afraid. So when he was faced with the moment of life or death, he actually decided to die.

In fact, after Lin Wufeng finished asking, he put his feet back, if he stepped on it for a few more minutes, he believed that the ghost would have a nervous breakdown and commit suicide even if his skills were stronger to a higher level. But even so, the ghost still looked indifferent, his pupils dilated, and he obviously looked very stimulated and difficult to recover for a while.

People who didn't understand the details thought that the ghost was frightened like this by Lin Wufeng's words, so their attitude towards the ghost declined again. Lin Wufeng didn't really want the ghost to die, so he took the Nether Sword back. However, his action of retracting his sword seemed to have been misunderstood by someone with a heart, thinking that he was going to stab at the ghost, so a huge sniper gun rang out in the entire training ground, and a sniper bullet instantly pierced the air and shot at Lin Wufeng's eyebrows.

Almost at the same time as the gunshot, Leng Bingbing turned his head to look at the sniper's position, and at the same time exerted force under his feet, and a few jumps were far away. She knew that after this shot, the bullet would definitely not be stopped, after all, she didn't have that strength. So even if he was worried about Lin Wufeng's safety, he couldn't save Lin Wufeng by rushing over, so he had to retreat and take down the sniper.

As for whether Lin Wufeng would be able to dodge this sniper bullet, Leng Bingbing still knew in his heart. was sniped in the wilderness before, didn't Lin Wufeng pinch the sniper bullet with one hand and two fingers? With such strength, Leng Bingbing felt that there was no need to go over and join in the fun, and it was better to do something icing on the cake, such as bringing the sniper to justice.

Sniper bullets are powerful, but that doesn't mean that snipers are powerful. On the other hand, some snipers are only at the level of ordinary fighters, and have little other strengths other than excellent sniping skills. If you really talk about cold weapons, you will definitely not be able to please them alone. There is a specialization in the art industry, and people's energy is limited, and if they are good at one thing, they will inevitably be weak in another. It's not that there are no all-rounders in the world, but there are very few people like that.

The bullets were still in the air, and the ghost who heard the gunshot was still a little sluggish, but at this moment, it seemed to have recovered a trace of vitality, and there was a sudden look in his eyes, and when he looked closely, it seemed to be excited. He seemed to have seen the scene of Lin Wufeng's skull cracking and his brain splashing.

As long as Lin Wufeng is dead, then the position of this dragon lord is still his own, who cares that he is trampled under the feet of a man today? Who would dare to make today's events public? History has always been written by the victors, and when the time comes, as long as he becomes the dragon master, he can let people record that there are terrorists who came to assassinate the dragon lord today, and he did not hesitate to take one person as a hostage to save hundreds of comrades, kneeling down, just for the fatal blow later.

As long as Lin Wufeng is dead, then everything is no longer a problem, and everything is fine. He is still the ghost who is high above, the next dragon master sought after by all the soldiers in the base, and the ghost who is invincible and has great prestige!

But before he could rejoice, Lin Wufeng's next move completely shattered his hopes.

Watching the sniper bullet fly towards his eyebrows, Lin Wufeng did not panic in the slightest, and even slightly outlined a slight upward arc at the corners of his mouth, and then stretched out his index finger and middle finger at will, and with a light clip, he sandwiched the bullet that did not rotate at high speed between his fingers, which was easy and comfortable. It's as simple as those masters in martial arts novels, listening to the sound and arguing and clipping flies.

After clamping the bullet, he looked at it in front of his eyes as if it was no different from a normal bullet, and then threw it away. The falling bullet happened to fall on the ghost's cheek, and it was just a free-falling bullet, but it hurt to smash the ghost's cheek. It was a pain that had long since transcended the flesh, but a pain that was cone-hearted. Besides, what can a small bullet hurt when it falls on the face?

It's just such a slap in the face, where is physical, obviously it has already knocked his self-esteem down. It was like the bullet that Lin Wufeng dropped at will, falling to the ground, making a crisp sound, but it was impossible to return to its previous glory. can only be an outcast, there is no longer everything before, and the rest can only be endlessly ignored.

Over there, Leng Bingbing had also reached the location where the sniper was hiding, which was the location on the second floor of the training ground. Snipers hid behind the guardrail.