Slay the Gods: The spokesperson for Zhulong, starts with the God-killing Gun

Zhang Yun was standing in the training room at this moment. Seeing the densely packed shooting holes everywhere around him, he finally understood why Lin Qiye was beaten so badly.

Although he was sure he was smiling happily.

But he didn't want to become the laughing stock himself.

So dynamic vision is fully opened.

【Tongyou】started.

[Time Flow Control] is turned on.

Suddenly!

His eyes emitted a terrifying light.

In his perception, the entire training room was filled with light, and even every speck of dust was clearly visible.

Not to mention the hidden shooting gun.

Also within his visual perception.

He could feel the slightest movement.

Suddenly.

He felt a gun seem to fire.

Suddenly.

Rubber bullets were fired at him from all directions.

Almost all of his positions were blocked.

If it were an ordinary person, he would be at a loss and would definitely be beaten.

pity.

Zhang Yun is not an ordinary person.

Although it seems that the attack has no blind spots, in fact their attack is also rhythmic, and the speed of reaching each other is still different.

The difference is about 0.000001 seconds.

Each bullet has different speeds, which is determined by the attack path set by the computer and is also the limit of the machine's reaction.

But this is not Zhang Yun’s limit.

As Zhulong, his strength may not be much higher than Lin Qiye, but he is still at the bottom of the world.

But in terms of essence, he is now much better than Lin Qiye.

Because he is the creator god Zhulong.

Possessing the status and origin of Zhulong.

So his mind is like a super cpu.

It can even be said that it is like a quantum supercomputer, and its reaction and computing capabilities are simply beyond the reach of ordinary mortals.

As he calculated.

Twenty-three thousand rubber bullets will arrive first.

There will be a line in the middle for him to hide.

then.

Zhang Yun instantly squatted down and did splits, with his head on the ground.

Whoosh!

Dodged this wave of bullets.

But in the next 0.0001 seconds, 2343 bullets will come from under his crotch.

In an instant, he jumped like a pressurized spring, swung sideways, and rushed to a corner of the room like an angry bird.

He dodged this wave of bullets silently.

...

Then another wave of bullets came.

this time.

In Zhang Yun's perception, there seemed to be no blind spots.

Moreover, after the bullet was fired, the gun fired again and another bullet came.

Let’s increase the intensity right away!

......

Lin Qiye, who had just been outside wanting to laugh at Zhang Yun's joke, was now dumbfounded. He saw all kinds of strange movements of Zhang Yun through the surveillance.

Like a toad lying on the ground, like a golden rooster standing upside down...

Weird and strange way of dodging bullets.

But what really made Lin Qiye collapse was that the number of hits on the electronic screen next to him always showed 0.

Compared to the number of times he was hit before.

More than three million times.

It really proves the old saying that there is no harm without comparison.

No trade, no killing.

I am afraid that my brother is living a bad life, and I am also afraid that my brother is driving a Land Rover.

At this moment, Lin Qiye's heart was on the verge of breaking, his eyes were dull, watching Zhang Yun's gorgeous performance, but he felt.

It's still summer, why does it feel so cold?

Snowflakes are falling and my heart is cold.

The cold wind is howling, and the person has been buried!

Wen Qimo looked at Lin Qiye and couldn't help but shake his head and sigh quietly.

Look how the child has been hurt. It's so pitiful, sad and lamentable.

In fact, Wen Qimo was so shocked that he was speechless at this moment.

It is not scary that this cloud can dodge bullets, what is scary is that it is still intact until now.

Tens of thousands of bullets per round were just like gentle breeze and drizzle in front of him, passing by quietly.

Does not pose any threat.

At this moment, Wen Qimo's eyes became sharp and flushed.

Boy, you really treat my training room like your home.

Wen Qimo looked at Zhang Yun in the training room with unfriendly eyes.

"Looks like I have to increase my strength on this kid, otherwise he'll underestimate me!"

Wen Qimo and He Xirufeng's smiles bloomed quietly. They opened a hidden switch with one hand and pulled it upwards.

Pull it to the top suddenly!

The ultimate difficulty is here!

Wen Qimo showed an evil and gradually perverted smile on his face, staring at Zhang Yun in the training room.

"Let's see how you can break this move of mine."

.....

Suddenly, I felt the difficulty rising rapidly. Waves of bullets came out like diarrhea, puffing and unable to stop.

The entire training room was filled with countless bullets.

They were so densely packed that they looked like countless insects emitting light grey light, causing people to feel terrified.

Zhang Yun frowned, and just happened to see Wen Qi Mo's amazing move through his field of vision.

Suddenly, his eyes widened.

"Fuck!"

I laughed out of anger.

"Intensify it, huh?! This is simply flipping the table!"

"Okay, okay, let's play like this!"

Zhang Yun immediately opened fire at full force.

The control of time flow rate is directly brought to the strongest state.

On the one hand, it accelerates its own time, and on the other hand, it slows down the time of these bullets.

This is the picture that emerges.

The bullets were like shy little girls about to bloom, slowly rushing towards Zhang Yun.

But Zhang Yun was just like Liu Xiahui, a scumbag. He just teased her, played with her for a while, and then disappeared.

Just like walking through a field of flowers without getting a single leaf on you!

Countless rubber bullets passed in front of him, wave after wave.

But he was content.

Standing proudly.

Like a reef swept and hit by the waves, no matter how many waves there are, I will ride the wind and waves and never waver.

however.

All you could hear was the clicking sound of gunfire, but no bullets were fired.

It turns out there are no bullets...

Zhang Yun raised the corner of his mouth slightly and looked outside the training room.

Wen Qimo: “…”

This was a result he could not have imagined. In the very end, he was out of bullets.

At this time, Lin Qiye was like a salted fish, lying on the chair in disarray.

Zhang Yun came out with a smile and looked at Wen Qimo, "Old Wen!"

"Your thing isn't strong enough!"

"There's still something missing!"

At the same time, Zhang Yun shook his head gently and sighed.

“Slurp, slurp—”

Wen Qimo's face turned as black as if he had fallen into a pool of ink.

...

Activity room.

Chen Muye, wearing a snow-white apron and gloves, came to the dining table carrying a large bowl of fragrant bone soup and slowly put it down...

"Wow! There's something delicious!" Hongying swallowed hard, looking surprised.

"Captain, you actually cooked it yourself. Let me try a piece first to see if your cooking skills have declined."

Hongying's eyes rolled around, and a crystal clear white hand quietly reached out for the piece of meat on the dining table.

"Clap!"

Chen Muye gently tapped Hongying's slender hand with his chopsticks to stop her from eating secretly.

With a faint smile on his face, he said, "This is a welcoming banquet prepared for Lin Qiye. No stealing!"

"Wait until they finish training and come over!"

Hongying: “Woo woo woo—”

"The captain has no love anymore! He is biased, so biased, I am angry!" So angry!