"Instinct?" The corners of Fang Zheng's mouth twitched when he heard this word, because Fang Zheng thought of the instinctive fighting technique that the orange ring had brought to him before.

"That's right, it's instinct, look at it!"

Saying that, Old Jeff walked slowly towards the rotten man, volleyed out the bullets in the square ring in his hand, and slowly filled the gun in his hand one by one, watching the rotten man jog closer and closer, Old Jeff's eyes suddenly shook!

"Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang! ”

The gunshots "crackled" like fried beans, and Old Jeff's dazzling movements made Fang Zheng breathtaking.

Just when the rotten man was still fifty meters away from the old Jeff, the old Jeff's hand only raised slightly and shook left and right, and the rotten man's right leg was first hit by the bullet and swung backwards, and before the rotten man fell to his knees, another bullet hit the other leg, causing the rotten man's legs to bend backwards as if they were hooked.

And when the rotten man was about to be planted, he saw that the rotten man's shoulders were hit downward diagonally two times in succession, and the blood splashed, but on the way the rotten man fell, because of these two shots, seeing that the rotten man's head was about to be smashed down, the last two shots of the old Jeff suddenly hit the back of the rotten man's head, and his head was raised, and the rotten man who should have hit the ground with his face was aimed at Fang Zheng and Old Jeff.

The last shot was shot, and the rotten man's face was beaten to shreds, and the old Jeff held the revolver in his hand and threw it to the left, pouring out the bullet casings in it, and Fang Zheng was stunned by Old Jeff's series of amazing movements, this Nima is still called instinct? If instinct is to be able to do this, what else do you want those sharpshooters to do!

"Don't be surprised, when you have been shooting for decades and hundreds of years, and you have become more and more responsive, all kinds of guns that have been mastered by you for a long time are even more sensitive than yourself, and after a few shots of any gun, you will immediately master them, they are like your lovers, even if you first meet them, you will feel like they have been with them for many years."

As he spoke, Old Jeff had a look of remembrance on his face, thinking of the old friends who had made him invent instinctive marksmanship, and he didn't know if they had died in a foreign land like himself, on the way he had fought for it.

However, Old Jeff is a dead person, so there is no need to be sentimental here, but turned his head to wake up the obviously impossible squareness on his face, and continued: "Don't be stunned, you can't do it like me in a second, not even one in a thousand, so you better practice slowly, I hope you can not be too miserable this first time!" ”

Fang Zheng can only give a blank eye to Old Jeff's nonsense, but after Fang Zheng got the gun, it was because of the previous teaching of Old Jeff, and he actually had an additional passive skill of shooting, and I don't know if it was because as long as someone taught him, he could systematize these, or because there was a master to teach him.

But when Fang Zheng's shot missed, and then another shot barely hit another roaming rotten man, a laugh rang out along with the gunshot, and Fang Zheng's target fell in response.

"Fangzheng, you are really fateful, I thought you were my brother's hand, I still feel sorry for you, it seems that you are still alive and well."

"Wu Yong!" A ruthless color flashed in his eyes, after several hours of fighting, Fang Zheng was already nervous because of the tightness of his spirit, like a bowstring that would break at any time, and at this time, Wu Yong's appearance undoubtedly tightened the bowstring to the extreme, seeing Wu Yong appear from around the corner and come to Fang Zheng's face, Fang Zheng's angry spirit collapsed because of his previous almost killed.

"You bastard, die!"

Holding a pistol in his right hand and aiming at Wu Yong is a shot, unlike just now, Fang Zheng hit Wu Yong in the cheek with a shot, and when he didn't see clearly for a while, he was suddenly grazed by a shot on the side of his face, and a blood mark appeared with a burning sensation, which made Wu Yong's calm and smiling face flash a trace of madness.

Looking at Fang Zheng and the old Jeff beside him, Wu Yong did not have the slightest fear, but strode towards the two: "I saw your marksmanship just now, I once heard my master say that during the Republic of China, the head of our sect once faced more than 20 guns flashed from the devils, and sent these invaders back to hell one by one, your marksmanship is comparable to more than fifty devils, and I have now surpassed the realm of my master, so I don't know if I can reach the realm of my master." ”

"Boy, you want to challenge me?" Hearing Wu Yong's arrogant words, Old Jeff's eyes narrowed, many years of combat experience made Old Jeff dangerous, think about the opponents he has faced, there is undoubtedly the most difficult and terrifying martial artist from the East who seeks the Tao, but it is also the most respectable, thinking of the opponent who once almost knocked himself into a fiasco, the fighting spirit in Old Jeff's heart ignited.

"Of course, our distance is two hundred meters now, and it only takes me twenty-five seconds to reach you and attack you at this time, so let's start the battle now, whether we live or die, what?"

"Okay, you're so brave, then listen to you!"

Hearing the words of the old Jeff and Wu Yong fighting, although Fang Zheng was angry in his heart, the remaining reason told Fang Zheng that he was definitely not an opponent, so he took the initiative to give up the fighting space for the two, and after the old Jeff reloaded the bullet, he took out a gray coin from his arms: "The gray coin landed, the battle began, ok?" ”

“ok！”

One threw the gray coin into the sky, and the two of them did not look at the gray coin rolling in the air, but adjusted their breathing before the battle, the old Jeff shook his big trench coat, two shotguns on his back, two revolver-guns on both sides of his waist, two single-shot guns in the middle, a shake of the windbreaker, the two guns in front of the armpit were inserted in the gun bag, and the six single-shot fire-guns on the chest were inserted diagonally upward in the chest with the muzzle of three caliber pairs: the thickness of the little finger, the thickness of the thumb and the thickness of the coin.

There were guns on the inside and outside of his legs, but Old Jeff didn't want to show Fang Zheng, but saw Wu Yong suddenly rush over, and put the gun flat with his right hand parallel to his waist, but he didn't need to aim specifically, he could accurately give Wu Yong an incomparable threat.

"If I don't dodge, I'm going to get shot!"

The alarm suddenly arose in his heart, and Wu Yong didn't expect why he had such a thought in his heart, but the instinct in his body made Wu Yong's fists go forward and backward in front of him, and he suddenly retreated with both feet and flashed towards the left, and a simple gunshot suddenly sounded, but it was different from the same trajectory as the gun fired by Fang Zheng that he saw before, and this shot actually rubbed Wu Yong's shoulder.

Of course, at this time, it was Wu Yong who dodged it, only to scratch the skin, if Wu Yong still maintained the posture of rushing forward just now, then Wu Yong's chest was bound to be shot.

But what if a shot just reduces some health?

When the thought in Wu Yong's heart appeared, he then shot at Wu Yong's two sides like eyes and told Wu Yong that if he didn't dodge, then he would be hit by a series of bullets, and then fall into the rhythm of the other party!

Rhythm, most people know the expression of the song in the music, the slow rhythm makes people feel soothing, the fast rhythm makes the blood rush, and the attack is like music, Fang Zheng, who plays the game all the year round, knows very well that when his rhythm starts, as long as he controls it and is not interrupted by the other party, then the winner in a duel must be himself.

And Wu Yong, a boxer who has been competing with others all the year round, knows the importance of rhythm, a good boxer will definitely find out the prelude before the opponent's fight after the opening, and then disrupt the opponent's rhythm into his own, every punch, every dodge action, when all enter their own rhythm, that is, the opponent is punched by himself, and then after the panic shot, he is constantly attacked by himself, and finally loses, just like the first time he and Fang Zheng met and beat Fang Zheng.

At this time, the old Jeff is composing his own rhythm all the time, as long as Wu Yong is not careful, then once the rhythm of the old Jeff starts, Wu Yong will rush into the door of failure with half of his body.

"Damn, it's an old thing!"

Looking at Wu Yong is not like a gunner he has seen, holding the gun with both hands can let him see the opponent's attack trajectory from every subtle movement of the opponent, if it is only a slight turn of the muzzle, then under the invisible oppression, Wu Yong is even stared at by a six-shot revolver.

"See, the kind of novices know that they must hold their guns with both hands to be safe, that is what novices use to boost their confidence, and real gunners can pose the greatest threat to different enemies according to different occasions."

While teaching Fang Zheng's six bullets to be fired quickly, but the old Jeff's left hand, which had reached out to his right waist unhurriedly, suddenly pulled out a gun, and the right hand that dropped the gun slammed the trigger behind it, making a left-revolver gun almost shoot at the speed of a submachine gun.

Six bullets flew straight out of the muzzle like a line, and if you take a picture of the trajectory of the bullet at this time and ask them to stop, according to the math teacher's explanation, this is a line segment, and the acceleration between a point is a gradual line segment.

A bullet flew out of his left arm, Wu Yong didn't expect Old Jeff to be so cunning, he deliberately and slowly forced himself to dodge to the left, but at this time, he shot at the trajectory on his left side and deliberately designed himself.

But Wu Yong's previous words were not a joke, unlike Fang Zheng and others who didn't know how to accurately control every part of his body, Wu Yong's training since he was a child was to control his body, and he was familiar with the importance of controlling his body for combat, so Wu Yong, who clearly knew the use of his physical strength, was able to control his body to turn in a sudden rush to the side.

Seeing that the enemy's speed was slowing down, but he was still approaching him unhurriedly, Old Jeff knew that he had met his opponent this time: "Fangzheng, prepare for the worst." ”