What kind of mentality is the mentality of a top master after entering the twilight of life, it is difficult for the younger generation to give an accurate answer.

The world is evolving, and so is the lifespan of human beings.

And for those at the top, this increase is even more pronounced.

Song Xianzhong still has an extremely strong body when he is almost ninety years old, and the opponent can pick up the submachine gun and shoot at will, and the opponent also has a fast enough reaction.

For these people, the only drawback of the moment is the mismatch between the mind and the body.

The older a human being, the more consciousness tends to the chaos of his youth.

In such a situation, the pursuit of safe survival becomes instinctive.

Infants and toddlers are weak, crying or biting with their newborn teeth, and a Sixth Sequence will cut off possible threats when they fall into chaos.

No one knew what Song Xianzhong was thinking, but Song Xianzhong's juniors were obviously guarding against this sequence master's attack after chaos.

Maybe someone misjudged, or Song Xianzhong couldn't bear this torment in his heart, or maybe it was other reasons.

These reactions have had a variety of ripple effects.

Even if Song Xianzhong was still sane at this time, the other party was also regarded as a chaotic person in the brain domain.

If you don't want to die, then someone else can only die.

This is true even if these people are related to him by blood.

Grabbing Song Sijia's neck with his left hand, Song Xianzhong looked at Song Sijia's face for a few seconds.

When a gunshot rang out, he swayed slightly, and the pistol he was holding swept back.

"Bang!"

"Boom!"

Near-simultaneous gunfire echoed through the shooting range.

Zhang Xuezhou's hands were numb, and he saw that the bullet directly shattered the rifle's sight and flew into the alloy locker in the rear.

If he needed to shoot from the sight with his eyes, Song Xianzhong's shot would be a headshot.

"Don't move, his shooting level is very high, and he can directly position and counterattack at the moment of shooting!"

When Zhang Manqian wanted to shoot, Zhang Xuezhou quickly spoke.

The slight sweat on his forehead came out, and Zhang Xuezhou's heart was numb.

Shooting accuracy is the first level, dodging in place is the second level, and when dodging, you can also catch the opponent's position to accurately counterkill, which is the third level of marksmanship.

Zhang Xuezhou's way of relying on mana to lock on and shoot was different from ordinary people, and he dodged Song Xianzhong's shot.

After the sight was pierced, it didn't shoot his head, and Zhang Xuezhou could shoot without a sight, which didn't have much bad effect.

But it is difficult to say what happened when Zhang Manqian and others were counter-killed.

Zhang Xuezhou waved his hand, and waited until he reached out and reached out to shoot another shot, as expected, the counterattack gun rang out, and Zhang Xuezhou saw that the bullet directly penetrated the direction of normal shooting.

"What a great blind shooting ability, do you guess which direction I will shoot next?"

Zhang Xuezhou's two shots failed to hit Song Xianzhong, and Song Xianzhong's two shots never cleaned up Zhang Xuezhou.

He looked at Song Sijia, who had already rolled his eyes by grabbing his throat, and when his lips were slightly curled, he threw out this once favorite granddaughter, and the shot of the counterattack was fired again.

The sound of bullets hitting metal came, and Song Xianzhong's body flashed, and his right hand had already touched the machine gun that Zuo Denggao had used to strafe before.

"Armor-piercing shells can't shoot you, do you think machine guns will work?"

When Song Xianzhong responded with psychological oppression, he only heard a crisp sound of the trigger on the machine gun.

His fingers, which were about to touch the trigger, suddenly shrank back.

The heavy machine gun has the ability to strafe, but with the heavy machine gun, it is obviously difficult for him to dodge quickly.

His opponent is undoubtedly among the top shooters.

Without showing his head and aiming, the blind shot of the opponent's gun can accurately hit his position.

And to hit the trigger, the opponent's shooting level is only stronger than him.

"Song Ziwen has been killed by me, Song Buer can't do this kind of shooting, other families in Xijing City are not as strong as my Song family, who are you?"

When Song Xianzhong asked in a deep voice, he was greeted by another shot.

In the face of this shot, Song Xianzhong did not have any warning in his heart.

This time the shot was not directed at the head, chest, abdomen, etc., and the opponent seemed to have missed.

But when there was a hot pain in his toes, Song Xianzhong quickly raised his legs.

In his tactical boots, a hole was pierced, and metal bullet casings mixed with flesh and bones loomed through the hole.

"Hands and feet, you are Song Buer, no, Song Buer is already crazy, he is rubbing the blood with his clothes outside, you are not Song Buer, you ......"

Song Xianzhong was familiar with every descendant of the Song family, and even knew the characteristics of each person.

It is Song Buer's habit to like to play hands and feet, and he has even formed an almost instinct.

This gun has Song Buer's style, but Song Buer does not have the blind shooting ability to pull out the gun casually.

Forcibly enduring the pain and jumping again, Song Xianzhong's body had already hidden under the hot weapon rack containing the firearms.

At the moment when he jumped, Song Xianzhong also heard the sound of gunshots.

But this time, he contracted his hands and feet early, and did not encounter this kind of limb-specific shooting again.

"What a great dodge ability, do you guess which direction my next shot will shoot?"

With the same inquiry, Song Xianzhong's heart couldn't help but tighten.

"Your voice seems to be very young, and the strength of the sequence should not be strong, what if I come here by force?" Song Xianzhong replied.

"Then guess who I am, and can you force me to kill me?"

Zhang Xuezhou lowered his voice, making his voice low.

He regretted a little that he didn't learn the ventriloquist of the Buddha.

Falsification does have a unique use in some situations.

If he can imitate the voices of Chang Kongluo, Zhu Bufan and others, Zhang Xuezhou feels that it should have some effect.

"Poor posturing!"

Song Xianzhong spoke lowly.

Compared to his experience in the field of shooting, his opponent has a first-class blind shooting ability, but he clearly lacks experience.

The other party wanted to use psychological suppression, but the voice betrayed the other party's true strength.

For today's younger generation, few people have stepped into the fifth sequence, let alone the sixth sequence.

It is difficult to distinguish between the two in terms of firearms, but the strength of the sequence must be very different.

The pistol was inserted into his waist, the tactical boots faded, Song Xianzhong's feet were on the ground, he bowed like a bow, and by the time he jumped lightly, his body was already stained with the steel structure above the shooting range.

The condescending gaze also allowed him to see several people behind the lockers.

The gunshots rang out again, and his body was already emerging like a civet.

"He's coming, shoot!"

The matter is far from the extent that Zhang Xuezhou wants to rely on the shooting to delay time and use the sound of gunfire to attract the attention of the high-level of the sequence committee.

The plan in his heart had just been implemented, but in the short time of contact, because the voice belonged to the young man, it triggered Song Xianzhong's forcible killing.

With a shot from his raised hand, Zhang Xuezhou saw Song Xianzhong's body jump, and he had already jumped nearly five meters away from the roof area of the steel frame.

If it weren't for his ability to shoot, the other party would inevitably jump to his side in the fastest time.

Zhang Xuezhou couldn't help but be shocked in his heart.

The rifle in his hand shot again and again, and Zhang Manqian assisted in shooting in many directions of the steel frame structure above, while Wang Li shot indiscriminately.

"No matter where he is, just shoot him with a gun!"

Wang Li held the gun and shouted wildly.

"They can only defend against fire, but not stray bullets and random attacks!"

Holding a submachine gun to strafe a sixth-sequence master, Wang Li felt like crazy.

But Song Xianzhong even killed his son Song Ziwen, and Wang Li felt that if he wasn't crazy, he wouldn't have a chance to go crazy.