Crazy gunshots roared at the indoor shooting range.

The sound insulation of the shooting range is extremely good, but it cannot isolate all sounds, especially when there was a bloody incident in the Song family.

In the extremely irritable gunfire, Song Xianzhong's body was light, like a fluttering butterfly in the rain of bullets.

The indiscriminate guns and Zhang Xuezhou's extremely accurate shooting power made him have to approach cautiously.

Zhang Xuezhou's sentence 'What a great dodge ability, do you guess which direction I will shoot next?' After all, it had an effect on him.

The firing direction is different, which leads to different positions that need to be avoided.

It is difficult for details such as the toe to generate enough reflexes, but being interrupted will really affect his personal strength.

The stinging pain of his thumb came, and the silk thread on Song Xianzhong's pair of black gloves quickly popped out, and when his body was pulled by the silk thread, the person had already shuttled nearly twenty meters from the air, and quickly approached the direction where Zhang Xuezhou and the others were.

With just one jump, he was able to get straight into the middle of the group.

The distance shortened by the instant jump caught Zhang Xuezhou off guard, and the others didn't even have time to turn their guns.

"We are foreigners, just here to hide from the disaster, if you don't beat us, we won't beat you!"

The voice of rapid screaming came, and the emotionless gaze in Song Xianzhong's eyes swept over.

"It's late!"

He exerted a slight amount of force, and then he was already speeding down the locker.

When the short knife swiped towards Zhang Xuezhou's neck, Song Xianzhong's eyes flickered, and there was still Zhang Xuezhou's figure in front of him.

In front of him, Changkong Luo stared at him with a tiger on his face.

"Sky Old Ghost, why are you hiding here!"

Song Xianzhong was shocked.

Before Zhou Xin stepped into the seventh sequence, Changkong Luo was the number one master of the Red Alliance.

Although Changkongluo is no longer the first, Changkongluo is still a big mountain, and it is an existence that it is difficult for him, the sixth member, to climb over the past.

The pistol pinned to his waist instantly grabbed the palm of his hand, and Song Xianzhong shot at Changkong.

Ordinary bullets can't hurt long airfalls, but this does not include armor-piercing bullets.

He only had a pistol in his hand, but the bullets of this pistol were extraordinary, and the special material of the bullet case was extremely penetrating, and it was not a problem to pierce the steel plate.

This also includes people, even the most powerful sequence masters.

A shot was fired, and Changkongluo fell in response.

This made Song Xianzhong slightly stunned.

"Damn, it's another deterrent fighting technique!"

For a sequence master in his twilight years, when normal consciousness continues to fade, their mental strength is indeed decreasing.

This is also the main reason why Song Sijia was able to temporarily control Song Xianzhong.

Even Song Xianzhong's entry from a semi-chaotic state to awakening was inseparable from Song Sijia's one-shot Longwei fighting technique.

But this does not mean that Song Xianzhong wants to endure the deterrence type of fighting technique again, or even the more powerful deterrent type of fighting technique.

can temporarily confuse his mind, this level has surpassed Song Sijia.

"Broken!"

Agitating his consciousness, Song Xianzhong is looking for his true feel.

He watched the long sky lying dry on the ground staring, and even slapped himself hard.

It wasn't until the pain in his chest came that the scene in front of Song Xianzhong's eyes quickly subsided.

He reached out and touched his waist, and the pistol suddenly entered the palm of his hand.

"Bang bang!"

Six bullets fired in a row.

Song Xianzhong didn't care whether he shot or not, he just wanted to completely disconnect the opponent's deterrent fighting technique with this kind of sweep.

He swept his gaze over the space of the locker, only to see that the five people who had been squatting below had all disappeared.

By the time he swept his gaze, Song Xianzhong had already quickly squatted down.

Offense and defense have clearly switched positions.

The frantic roar of machine gun fire came from the ground, and Song Xianzhong could only crawl on the ground and wait for the rain of bullets to pass.

He clutched the pistol with one bullet left and looked at his chest again.

Even in top-of-the-line body armor, the power of the impact rifle still hurt his ribs.

Song Xianzhong was glad that the shot didn't fall on his head.

The sound of 'come here' sounded, and another machine gun joined the strafing range, which made Song Xianzhong shoot at the locker with his backhand.

The armor-piercing bullet passed directly through the locker, and his familiar muffled grunt voice was heard.

"You've lost!"

Song Xianzhong gave a low, dull response.

There is an effective distance for the strike of the deterrent fighting technique, and the opponent's party fled far away, but the young man who released the fighting technique did not flee far, and the distance between the opponent and him was only ten meters.

The sound of greeting and the range of machine gun fire directly indicate the hiding place of the opponent.

Song Xianzhong's shot was fired, and the hit rate was 100%.

As long as this young master who is good at blind fighting and deterrence fighting is eliminated, the remaining four people are just a flock of sheep, but as long as his body recovers slightly, Song Xianzhong can directly kill these people.

"Kill you!"

"I'm dead, what's the use of keeping you!"

"Do I count on those wreaths that you sent every year when you laid the foundation stone after you killed me?"

Song Xianzhong became murderous.

In addition to not twisting Song Sijia's neck when he regained consciousness, he fought back mercilessly against every attacker, and also killed anyone who resisted.

Although Zhang Xuezhou has opened his mouth to ask for peace, Song Xianzhong will not have a trace of mercy.

His eyes widened, feeling the madness of his twilight years, and the possible end of the road.

This is not the Ren family in the school district, which used to have a very imposing name.

Imperial City.

Many important ministers' courtyards have been placed in this area, although the Luofu royal family has stepped over, but the layout of the imperial city has not changed.

Even though many buildings have been torn down and rebuilt, many of the Sequence Committee members have resided in the area.

It won't be too long, and Changkong Luo and the others will rush here quickly.

Song Xianzhong arranged a backhand against these people, but Song Xianzhong didn't know where he could go.

There was murderous intent in his eyes, but there was also a hint of confusion.

But just in a blink of an eye, Song Xianzhong floated in front of him a land of green mountains and green waters, and an ancient temple was in sight.

When the melodious bell came, Song Xianzhong only felt that his hands were stained with blood, and all kinds of confessions continued to eat away at his mind.

He stretched out his hands, looked up at the bright sun, and lowered his head.

"Master, what do I get by putting down the butcher knife?"

Song Xianzhong spoke hoarsely.

"Your heart can be calm!"

In the ancient temple, a voice responded faintly.

"What should I do if someone wants to kill me?" Song Xianzhong asked.

There was no response to the voices in the ancient temple, only the melodious bell rang again.

"I don't want to die, I'm the hero of the establishment of the Red Alliance, I don't deserve to end up like this!"

Song Xianzhong roared.

"It shouldn't be my life to betray my relatives!"

His bent head jerked up, and a beastly light flashed in his eyes.

"If I don't want to accept this kind of life, I have to sweep away everyone who wants my life!"

The crazy roar continued to sound in his mouth, and the sound became louder and louder, until the green mountains and green waters shattered and the ancient temple disappeared, and the indoor shooting range once again re-entered Song Xianzhong's eyes.

"Dead and dead!"

Song Xianzhong roared and suddenly got up, his body jumped lightly, jumping up like a civet.

Machine gun bullets swept wildly behind him.

He stretched out his hand to grab the steel frame structure of the shooting range, and when he jumped quickly towards Zhang Xuezhou's direction, he saw Zhang Xuezhou's toes on tiptoe, and his whole body was in an extremely strange posture, and he was pulled by a rope and quickly flew backwards.

A rifle was still in the palm of the opponent's hand, and even pointed at Song Xianzhong.

It made his heart skip a beat.