No one dared to speak out in the empty shooting range.

Even Zuo Denggao, who got the firearm, fell to the ground.

"Bang!"

Shots rang out, and a moving target for shooting was broken.

Feeling that the old man in black stepped on the door, Zhang Xuezhou's heart hung up.

To be able to gain a firm foothold in Xijing City and have huge family resources, one of the conditions is to participate in the action to overthrow the Luofu royal family, and the other condition is to be in the sixth sequence.

Even if these people didn't step into the sixth sequence decades ago, and are still standing in Xijing City today, these people are at least the masters of the sixth sequence.

It was difficult for Zhang Xuezhou to compare the size of the cultivation rules of another world, but he undoubtedly felt that facing these people was like facing a snake, or facing the former Golden Toad Dharma King.

Even Song Xianzhong has lost his mind at the moment, and the code of action does not include discourse communication.

Zhang Xuezhou felt that this abolished his greatest weapon.

There is no need to wait for him to say something, the other party should send him to Hades with one shot.

"Feng Shui is not good for the year, am I lacking luck or bad luck!"

If you don't go to bed early or night, you won't sleep until Zhang Xuezhou picks up the eyes of the snake, and if you don't come early to play and don't come late, he practiced at the shooting range of the Song family for several days, and Song Xianzhong went crazy.

Zhang Xuezhou felt that his life had been bumpy, and it was difficult to find someone more unlucky than him.

"Do you want to study some Feng Shui Qi Luck Doctrine in the future?"

"I don't know when Mr. Hongku will die!"

Zhang Xuezhou had a small idea in his heart.

He is ready to learn the art of fixing people and acupoints with Zhang Manqian in reality, and he is also ready to wait until after Hongku's death to study and study in the other world.

has Hongku's illness, but without Hongku's life, Zhang Xuezhou feels that he will end sooner or later.

"There is also Senior Brother's astral technique, in addition to chasing and killing targets, it is also a technique to seek good fortune and avoid evil, there is no harm in finding it to learn, but I don't know if these techniques can be adapted to reality!"

Perceiving that Song Xianzhong was walking slowly on the shooting range, Zhang Xuezhou had other thoughts in his heart.

This is somewhat related to the fact that he stepped into the fifth chapter of the spiritual strengthening chapter, and the distraction did not delay Zhang Xuezhou from doing his business, which was also related to the direction that Song Xianzhong took.

Zhang Xuezhou and others hid behind lockers, while Zuo Denggao and others hid behind hot weapon racks.

Zhang Xuezhou didn't know whether Song Xianzhong wanted to change the gun or reload, and the other party also walked to the location where the thermal weapon rack was.

Rather than an empty wooden shelf with a few guns, the thermal weapon rack is a platform for weapons, each of which is sealed off by an explosion-proof glass case and requires a password and fingerprint to unlock.

"Highest level of fingerprint program confirmation!"

The sound of the lock of the thermal weapon rack being opened, Song Xianzhong casually threw the A46 assault rifle in his hand to the ground, and grabbed a relatively small pistol into the palm of his hand.

Compared with Wang Jiangtao's conscious inquiry, Song Xianzhong at this time had no words or expressions, like a machine lacking emotion, and the other party simply changed his firearms.

"Bang!"

The sound of the moving target automatically changing came, and Song Xianzhong shot out with a shot.

The bullseye exploded instantly.

"He found us!"

The sound of fear rang out from Zuo Deng, followed by extremely heavy machine-gun fire.

"Song Sijia, hurry up, he's holding a B33 pistol now, we can suppress the firepower!"

"You're going to kill me!"

Zuo Denggao shouted, and the woman's voice also looked frightened.

But then there was a heavier gunfire.

The only way for the weak to defeat the strong is to use firearms, even with extremely strong firepower.

In the sound of heavy blows, Zhang Xuezhou only heard the crackling sound of the alloy locker, and there were already a large number of bullet holes on the cabinet.

"Hit us, bastard!"

Zhang Xuezhou was holding a rifle and wanted to shoot Zuo Denggao's head with one shot.

But Song Xianzhong's rapid movement made Zhang Xuezhou have no thoughts.

The opponent ran in front, while Zuo Denggao and Song Sijia's machine gun strafing chased behind.

It seemed that a small movement could cause a large area of continuous blows, but Song Xianzhong's speed was just a little faster than the almost crossed fire coverage of the two.

"He's coming towards us!"

Even Song Xianzhong kept getting closer to the two initiators in his rapid movement.

Zuo Denggao shouted, his voice trembling a little.

He gritted his teeth, and the machine gun he was holding was unstable.

With just a simple calculation, he could be accurate that he would be approached by Song Xianzhong in a few seconds.

This also corresponds to the countdown to his death.

He had never been so close to death, and the thought of thinking was only instantaneous, and Zuo Denggao had already lost his machine gun, and his body drilled out like a cheetah.

Half of the dense strafing disappeared in an instant, and Song Sijia was suddenly terrified when she turned her head.

But before she could curse Zuo Denggao, who had fled alone, the machine gun in her hand had been swept away.

"Grandpa, look at me, I'm your granddaughter Song Sijia!"

The cold pistol was imprinted on the door of her head, and Song Sijia let out a sharp scream.

At the same time, it was accompanied by the sound of the electronic door being forcibly pushed and locked.

"Bastard, it's really bad to lock this old thing in the shooting range!"

When people are faced with life and death, they will grasp any possibility, Zuo Denggao's action is very excessive, but it belongs to the normal reaction of the dead friend who does not die and the poor road.

Thinking that the lower limit for facing life and death was also very low, Zhang Xuezhou had no choice but to curse and grab the rifle in his hand.

But the 'bang' gunshot he was waiting for did not sound, but Song Sijia's voice came.

"Is there a friend from the Ren family in the shooting range, my grandfather fell into brain recession and went crazy, my Longwei fighting skills temporarily controlled him, please help!"

For many children of big families in Xijing City, Song Sijia's words are enough to explain everything.

In the face of old and crazy sequencers, killing is the most correct way to deal with it.

Song Sijia's help was simple.

Shoot Song Xianzhong.

Zhang Xuezhou's perceiving thoughts floated over, and he saw Song Sijia's face flushed, and a pair of eyes stared at Song Xianzhong, who was dressed in black, and Song Xianzhong's pistol slowly fell on Song Sijia's head.

"How can the Dragon Wei Fighting Technique control the master of the sixth sequence?"

Zhang Xuezhou had a thought in his mind, but he was not slow with his hands and feet, and the rifle in his hand was quickly aimed at Song Xianzhong.

If Song Xianzhong is controlled, the other party will be a fixed target.

As a small target that Zhang Xuezhou turned to a moving target after practicing for an hour, Zhang Xuezhou's hit rate on a fixed target was 100 percent.

He swung his rifle without any hesitation, and then pulled his finger on the trigger.

The feeling of cold hair standing up came to his heart, and Zhang Xuezhou saw Song Xianzhong, who was wooden, in the distance, looking at him with a miserable face.

"It's my good granddaughter, everyone wants to kill me!"

A deep voice spit out in Song Xianzhong's throat, which made Song Sijia's face instantly pale, and Zhang Xuezhou's heart was also sudden.

Song Xianzhong is not aging to the point of degeneration and loss of consciousness, and the other party's mind is still awake at this time.