On the F floor, when Ling Qingfeng and Song Yong came up, the first reaction was that something was wrong, this floor was too quiet, a little too quiet.

In addition, from the entrance of this floor to the deck of the previous floor, a layer of thickened steel is laid, and the soles of your feet naturally feel a cold feeling of metal.

Chirping! The hatch opened, and a majestic figure appeared in the doorway.

This man has a tiger's back, a big shaved head, and his arms are larger than average. The legs are thicker, but this is not the point, the point is that he is carrying a Vulcan M61 aviation cannon in his hand, a "Gatling" type six-barreled rotary type, which can fire a thousand rounds per minute.

Ling Qingfeng and the bald guy only glanced at each other, and the two of them made movements almost at the same time.

Click! Airplanes!

At the same time that the Vulcan cannon began to hum, Ling Qingfeng blasted out with a palm, pushing Song Yong onto the gangway of the cabin first.

Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang! The Vulcan cannon spewed out tongues of fire, pouring out a large rain of bullets, and swept over at once.

Before Song Yong could react, he had already slapped Ling Qingfeng into the gangway on the next floor with a palm, and he was temporarily safe. This is the only dead end, as long as he doesn't make his head, he can't theoretically be swept by the rain of bullets.

It is no exaggeration to say that this is definitely a metal storm, a large number of bullet casings slamming to the ground, knocking out an endless stream of pleasant sounds, and the activation sound of electronic pulses emitted by the Gatling-shaped six-tube rotation is even more stimulating.

Nearly a thousand rounds of bullets per minute swept across the deck area of less than 300 square meters, like the scythe of death dancing wildly, harvesting wantonly.

And Ling Qingfeng. In a moment, ten toes gripped the ground. The shape of the body is constantly changing, and the speed is stretched to the extreme. Run as hard as you can.

Ling Qingfeng's direction of movement is not limited to the deck, but in all directions, any space that can be used, whether it is a wall, a handrail, a ship's side, or even an air pedal that he created out of thin air with his volley void footwork.

His whole person turned into a blurred figure, and under the rain of bullets, he danced a gorgeous veneer dance with the Grim Reaper.

The bald man screamed. While holding the Vulcan cannon's plate, the strong recoil was stubbornly resisted by his thick shoulders like a door panel, which was used to ensure the relative accuracy of the trajectory.

His physical strength is also unusually amazing, being able to use such a large and heavy Vulcan spear as a single weapon, this person's vitality is so strong, even if he is not an innate master, but it is definitely not far behind.

The two began to attack almost as soon as they met each other, and the bald man was full of thoughts that no one would be able to escape the attack of the Vulcan cannon in this almost Jedi terrain. Not even the bigwigs in Zone A, they wouldn't put themselves in such a bad situation.

But the fact is that it has been more than thirty seconds since the shooting, but the gray shadow is still jumping up and down, and there is no sign of being shot.

The bald man was already sweating all over his head at the moment. Because the situation in front of him completely exceeded his psychological expectations.

The guy in front of you, is he still human? How can it be so fast?

Now. The psychological pressure on Ling Qingfeng is also quite large, and the special bullets for the airborne Vulcan cannon are not ordinary small-caliber pistols. was hit by that kind of murder weapon, and no body protection magic skill worked. Even if it is a powerhouse of the earth level, whose vitality is a hundred times greater than that of ordinary people, he will not be stupid enough to carry such a thing.

The development of human thermal weapons to the present day, in terms of pure lethality, has indeed been completed in the era of cold weapons for a few streets, and theoretically everyone can use it, which has increased the danger of human beings by a hundredfold. The vast majority of species on Earth can be said to be powerless in the face of humans armed with thermal weapons.

From dark energy to innate, to earth level, and even heaven level, such a warrior can be described as a rarity in the huge population base of the human race, but guns can make anyone have a terrifying power that is much stronger than the lethality of a warrior's single blow.

And what's even more terrifying is that when a martial artist who is beyond the ordinary level uses a more powerful gun, it will be the same as now, and even a ground-level powerhouse like Ling Qingfeng feels a little tricky.

Ling Qingfeng's movement frequency is getting faster and faster, and he has successfully entered a certain rhythm, or this is a kind of subtle realm, sensitive to changes in the surrounding environment. Feeling the extreme, the vibration of the air, the movement of the opponent's body, the changes in qi and blood, including the speed of blood flow, emotions, were collected by Ling Qingfeng into his senses one by one.

This is a mysterious and mysterious feeling, although he is still in the midst of a metal storm, and he will be shot if he is not careful, but it is this scene of dancing on the tightrope that has taken Ling Qingfeng's qi observation technique to a higher level.

Everything is under control, the power of the machine is still controlled by people, as long as you have enough speed and explosiveness, the rest is very simple.

Ling Qingfeng came back to his senses and found that he had forcibly broken through the rain of bullets and rushed in front of the bald guy.

Airplanes! Airplanes! Woo! The barrel of the Vulcan cannon was still humming, but the target appeared in front of him like a ghost, and the bald man's heart could not withstand such a strong stimulus, and an incomparable sense of fear made him make a very wrong move.

Out of human instinct in the face of fear, the bald guy struggled to swing the Vulcan cannon in his hand and smashed it head-on at Ling Qingfeng.

Obviously, he wanted to smash this nightmare guy to the ground.

Ling Qingfeng stepped forward, his lightning-like hands clasped the bald guy's shoulders, his movements were really fast, and when he buckled the other party's shoulders, the bald guy had just raised his arms.

Bang! The heavy Vulcan cannon slammed into the deck, making an unpleasant sound and announcing the bald man's defeat.

Ling Qingfeng used the method of splitting the muscles and bones in the hands of the violent ape, which was most suitable for this kind of devil muscle man to enjoy.

Sure enough, the bald guy's body was covered in cold sweat in an instant, his teeth kept chattering, and a pair of bull's eyes stared at the man in front of him in a daze.

Of course, Ling Qingfeng knew how strong the pain was caused by the staggered hands. The man can hold back and not scream, and he himself is quite admired. "How did you do that?" Bald and fierce. Until now, the man still can't believe that he has fired nearly a thousand bullets, and in such a narrow space, he hasn't even wiped a single hair from others, this, how is this possible? ”

Ling Qingfeng looked at him with very strange eyes, and after a while, he said slowly: "No matter how powerful the weapon is, it is also controlled by people, as long as I see through your actions, you can't hurt me!" ”

"See through me? What is this realm? No, it can't be! I have a lot of predictions, why can't I shoot you? Could it be that you are a powerhouse of the earth level? Or is it a heavenly step? No, as long as you are human, you can't survive! ”

The bald man's consciousness was obviously a little confused, because he couldn't accept this fact in front of him, and the belief he had held on to all his life was shaken.

"You used to practice martial arts, right? And the practice is not bad, the dark energy is all over the body, and the physical strength is dozens of times stronger than ordinary people, you think that you have practiced to the peak of the martial arts. Peak? So you changed your course and started to transform into playing guns? Seeking maximum lethality? Ling Qingfeng shook his head, and as he spoke, a trace of sadness flashed in his heart.

"You, how do you know?" Bald and fierce. The man's eyes widened and he looked at each other in disbelief.

"You must have never seen a real earth-level powerhouse, otherwise you wouldn't have survived until now! If it weren't for the terrain type restrictions, you wouldn't even be able to beat the innate masters. You're doing the wrong thing! Ling Qingfeng said with pity.

"Ground level, it turns out that you are really a ground level powerhouse! I lost! The bald man replied dejectedly.

While the two were talking, Song Yong climbed up from the entrance again, walked to Ling Qingfeng's side, and shouted angrily, "Damn! This thing shoots as soon as it looks at it, it's inhumane! What are you talking about with him, just abolish him! ”

Ling Qingfeng did not respond to Song Yong's request, but turned to the bald man. The man said: "I'm looking for a person, his name is Zhu Liming, he is a fat man, he also likes to use guns, have you seen him?" ”

"Zhu Liming? Fatso? "Bald head. The man broke out in a cold sweat while thinking hard.

After a while, this bald head who regarded human life as a mustard was fierce. The man shook his head bitterly, because he really couldn't remember that he had ever seen a fat man who could use a gun.

"Forget it, let's make a broadcast! Your arms are useless, so I don't want your life, don't play with guns in the future, go back to spend your old age in peace! Ling Qingfeng said indifferently.

"Spend your old age?" Bald and fierce. A trace of bitterness flashed at the corner of the man's mouth, his arm was wasted, which means that he has lost the power of self-preservation, and he will soon face countless enemies chasing and killing.

Frankly speaking, Ling Qingfeng was not interested in the life or death of these people, because he had already smelled a strong murderous aura from the other party, and the blood debts created by these people themselves, naturally someone asked them to repay them, and there was a certain number of them when they drank and pecked.

Sure enough, after the broadcast, there was still no response from the F floor, and Zhu Liming still didn't have any news.

Ling Qingfeng calmly glanced at the fierce man with a face like ashes. The male manager, with Song Yong, continued to step on the escalator to the next floor.

The E floor, unlike any other cabin I had encountered before, was located at the front of the entire Paradise and had the best view, and the deck of this floor was polished as a mirror, and the deep blue sea was in the background as far as the eye could see, which was refreshing.

A few seagulls hovered overhead, and there was only a cloud in the sky, like half-gnawed cotton candy, and everything was so peaceful.

According to Ling Qingfeng's judgment, the guy who was on the F layer just now was actually not easy to deal with, a martial artist with dark energy all over his body plus a hot weapon, his lethality was close to that of a ground-level powerhouse, so what kind of enemy would he encounter in the next layer?

"Song Yong, you'd better be behind my back later, don't make a random move, because the next enemy is estimated to be a little troublesome, understand?" Ling Qingfeng couldn't help but turn around and admonish.

Song Yong nodded, on that layer just now, if it weren't for Ling Qingfeng, he would have basically confessed there, and now if he continues to go up, the psychological pressure is not small. (To be continued......)