There was an extra bullet hole in the ground, and the people who watched it were shocked and deeply felt the crisis.

Who would dare to face it?

Who can face it calmly like Leng Yi?

No!

Everyone at the scene, including Bruce Lee, who was standing on the steps and hiding in the crowd, did not dare to say this.

Leng Yi, who was wearing a white sportswear, stood alone in the open field, strolling leisurely, full of momentum, and seemed to exude a slight light, like a god king!

Meng Shouliang stared at the legendary master with admiration and adoration in his eyes.

I thought that the ancestral teachings of the family were just a piece of paper and had no effect.

Unexpectedly, the moment Leng Yi appeared, the loyalty hidden in the bloodline was instantly activated and immediately came to look for it.

The Jade Rakshasa knew how powerful he was, and he was not afraid of any assassination at all.

The strength is so strong, who dares to come?

The rich and small people in the distance, many reporters, looking at Leng Yi, who was glowing all over, had already made up their minds in their hearts that they must have a good relationship with him.

There may be endless benefits.

After waiting for five minutes, everyone hid in the shadows and waited, but no more bullets came.

"Master, the killer has been caught!"

didn't wait for the bullets, but waited for the beggar-like brothers of the Meng family.

The two of them grabbed a black man and appeared in front of Leng Yi.

Their faces are full of excitement, and they will gain something when they make a move, sharing the worries of their masters.

Leng Yi patted them on the shoulder, and then said:

"Okay, you guys are hiding around, there are still people, and the killing machine has not been lifted!"

He still feels that there is a killing opportunity, locking his head and heart, and the appearance of two people will definitely lead to another sniper.

"Huh?"

Hearing his words, the two of them were instantly stunned.

At this moment, a sound of breaking the air flew from the sky, instantly resounding in everyone's ears.

Leng Yi reacted instantly, and his hands suddenly slapped the Meng brothers to both sides.

But he didn't have time to dodge himself, so he could only use the talisman qi cultivated by the Tao Te Ching, an invisible air current, spinning rapidly.

"Buzz!"

Almost instantly, a Barrett bullet hit him in the chest.

Leng Yi's body, like a broken sack, flew backwards frantically five or six meters, landed on the ground, and stumbled three steps before he staggered to gain a firm footing.

"Dangchang!"

With a bang, the golden warhead fell on the bluestone slab.

The whole air froze instantly.

It reflects the sun's rays and bounces back and forth on the bluestone floor, attracting the attention of countless people.

Only then did people know that he had resisted Barrett's bullets.

Without waiting to say anything, Leng Yi's figure had already lost in place, like a jumping spring, and he hurried towards a tall building not far away.

Watching him perform light skills is like a kind of enjoyment, no matter what building, what obstacle, in his flash, it becomes a flat ground.

The speed was extremely fast, and between two breaths, it was already a hundred meters away, and it was impossible to see clearly.

Standing on the second floor, holding a telescope to look at his disappearing Bruce Lee, said lonely:

"I'm not as good as him!"

He is already in his seventies, but he still wants to compete with young people, and it is normal to lose.

What is even more lamenting is that in the face of a crisis, he can only retreat and wait for support, instead of killing the killer in person like Leng Yi.

This contrast is too strong.

As for the rich people and reporters who took refuge at the scene, their eyes fell on the golden warhead on the ground.

I can't imagine how Leng Yi resisted.

You know, even an armored vehicle can't withstand its attack and can penetrate with one hit.

The shock, fear and surprise in my heart can't even be understood even if I want to break my head.

The brothers of the Meng family stood up from the ground in a daze, and only then did they react that Leng Yi had sent them flying to save their lives.

I thought I was here to invite credit, but I was saved by the master, and the roles were instantly reversed.

In grief and indignation, he shouted in the direction where Leng Yi disappeared:

"Master, thank you for saving your life, be careful!"

The expression was full of shock and helplessness, and the hero's tears rolled in his eyes.

Only Meng Shouliang quickly woke up from the shock, stepped forward with extremely fast movements, grabbed the two black men who were about to escape, and fell heavily to the ground.

If it weren't for them, how could the master have such a crisis?

The two black men were dumbfounded, watching as the bullet hit and the person had already flown out.

However, without piercing the body, it fell to the ground, which is an international joke.

As soon as he was about to run, he was thrown into a mess, and his eyes were pitch black, and he was in severe pain.

The shock, chaos and anger of the scene, Leng Yi didn't know.

Light work and parkour cooperate, in the flow of people, the endless flow of streets, easy to navigate.

It's faster, and it's more erratic.

Unlike light work, the instantaneous jump distance is too long, and it is easy to be judged by people to land next and be easily targeted.

Parkour is different, even if the sniper knows the route forward, but Leng Yi can't guess what moves he will use.

What's more, with light work, sometimes the places that I feel that I can't get past have passed, and sometimes I feel that I need to land, but I have to move forward again.

Impossible to judge, hard to fathom.

In such a fluctuating three breaths, Leng Yi had already forced him to snipe downstairs.

The people on the street only felt a gust of wind around them, and they didn't know anything else.

Downstairs is a dead spot for snipers, but Leng Yi doesn't dare to be careless.

The killer can seize the best opportunity to hit himself in a short period of time, and maybe wait for the last minute.

His feet jumped sharply upwards on the external air conditioner, and his eyes kept looking at the roof of the building to see if the killer dared to show his head.

As long as he dares to show his head, let him taste the blow of anger.

As a result, there was no outcropping on the roof, and just as he was about to climb to the top, a golden light flashed through an open window.

"it!"

When Leng Yi saw the golden light, his body had just left the air conditioner, and he was in mid-air, unable to hide no matter what.

Finally caught a moment of psychological relaxation, another attack.

The anger in his heart was like turning over a river and a sea, and Lu Bu's Fang Tian painting halberd suddenly appeared in his hand.

"Dang!"

With a thud, a golden-colored bullet hit the halberd.

"Buzz!"

The huge force made the halberd vibrate rapidly, and with boundless power, it pushed Leng Yi to fly into the distance.

Twelve floors, at least thirty-six meters, falling at this height, Leng Yi will not necessarily die.

However, there is a killer on it who has an extremely accurate timing, and everything is not good.

Therefore, Leng Yi would not give up the opportunity, his left hand suddenly slapped out, and a dragon-shaped energy, with a whistling sound, rushed into the window.

With a little bit of strength, the body finally unloaded the bullet, wiped the side of the stomach, and flew to the side.

The next moment, the halberd in his hand, with the last line of strength, struggled to hang on the edge of the window just now.

Like a windmill, his body hit the wall from mid-air, supported by his right foot.

The window above couldn't bear the sharpness of Fang Tian's halberd at this moment, nor could it bear all the weight of the moment, and it fell downward.

Bricks, cement, glass, etc., all fell down.

The crisis has reappeared.

(End of chapter)