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These killers thought that if two high-tech thermal weapons were fired back and forth together, even if they couldn't kill Zhang Chenfeng, they would still be enough to seriously injure him.

However, Zhang Chenfeng stood in the middle of the hall, watching the eight killers leave, and remained motionless.

The two hot weapons had been locked on Zhang Chenfeng for a long time, and they fired bullets at the same time almost when there was a gap.

However, Zhang Chenfeng's eyesight and perception are now unimaginably powerful, and he has long since discovered these two killers who secretly wanted to kill him.

When the bullet was fired, Zhang Chenfeng's figure disappeared strangely in place.

"Whoosh!"

"Dengdengdeng!"

The bullets from the sniper rifle and the heavy firearm were fired at the same time. After 0:1 seconds, they passed through the afterimage of Zhang Chenfeng and directly pierced through the chest of the accomplice opposite.

Until they died, the two injured peak soldier king killers still did not die with peace.

"Too...too fast, I'm not willing to..."

Among them, the skinny killer hadn't seen where Zhang Chenfeng's real shadow was before he died.

With a "swipe", Zhang Chenfeng's figure suddenly appeared at the twelve o'clock position, and there were two soldier king killers pulling back.

Zhang Chenfeng volleyed down, like a thunderbolt overlord who crushed everything, with a flying elbow and a swinging heavy foot, they hit the head and ribs of the two peak killers respectively.

The huge impact caused the bodies of the two killers to hit the concrete floor heavily.

The vital point was hit, and it was a thunderbolt-like blow, which made it impossible for them to survive. They even died without even uttering a muffled groan before dying.

"The eight of you can work together, and you can still deal with me for a while. If you take advantage of opportunities and scatter, there is only one dead end."

Zhang Chenfeng's voice echoed in the hall, and his figure flashed like a ghost from hell.

Zhang Chenfeng's heavy and powerful voice, to the only six surviving peak soldier king killers, was like the magic voice of the god of death, which made people shudder.

However, the voice has not yet fallen.

"Whoosh!"

"Whoosh!"

"Whoosh!"

Zhang Chenfeng's figure didn't stop for a moment, every move was sure to kill, and he went straight to the vital parts of the three nearest killers.

"Puff puff!"

Three voices of vomiting blood sounded immediately.

The blood spurted from the mouths of the three killers directly pierced the masks above their heads.

The pungent smell of blood filled the field, and when people smelled it, thoughts of incomparable despair arose in their hearts.

"Hmph, do you think you can get out alive?"

"Even if we die, we will hold you as a backup."

The fear in the eyes of the last three peak soldier king killers was fleeting.

To possess the peak strength of a soldier king, in addition to their own talent and hard work, their psychological endurance is also far beyond ordinary people.

Seeing that the gap with Zhang Chenfeng was huge and there was no way out, they immediately tore off the high-tech tights on their bodies, and all three of them were bound with soft bombs controlled by remote controls.

The explosive power of this bomb/bomb is enough to tear apart all creatures within five meters.

The three killers showed fanaticism!

The person who is not afraid of death has no scruples at all, so he used all his strength to rush towards Zhang Chenfeng from three directions.

Zhang Chenfeng had already seen the madness of the blood fiend killer before, so he was already prepared in his heart.

"Clang clang clang!"

Immediately, Zhang Chenfeng kicked the three corpses under his feet towards these three people, then turned around quickly, without stopping his body for a moment, a violent punch with a destructive aura smashed the bulletproof glass door leading to the entrance of the second underground floor, A lunge rushed into the passage.

A second later, three loud bangs of "bang bang bang" enough to pierce human eardrums rang out one after another.

The rubble in the originally spacious hall collapsed, and fly ash billowed out, and there was no sign of life inside.

Zhang Chenfeng seemed to have never heard of all this, and a murderous intent arose in his heart, and he couldn't control it, instead it was steaming and fermenting unceasingly.

"This is the core of the Blood Fiend Group. The legendary professor should be here. He is the most difficult person."

Zhang Chenfeng walked to the second basement floor. The building structure here was completely different from the one above. There was only a spacious five-meter-wide passageway. The floor was paved with precious wood, and there were murals with full ancient oriental elements printed on the wall.

Plum blossoms, orchids, bamboos, chrysanthemums, scenes of generals killing and killing, some unknown, but very mysterious-looking pictures of kung fu moves, everything that one expects to find.

"Could it be that the professor is also a strong man who came from a certain sect in China?"

Zhang Chenfeng frowned slightly, walking forward while carefully observing the surrounding situation.

This floor is relatively quiet, without the desperate blocking of low-level killers, on the contrary, it has an ancient and mysterious atmosphere.

The more quiet and unusual the environment, the more irresistible and dangerous psychology will be generated in people's hearts.

After walking about 200 meters, a hall appeared in front of me, no, to be exact, it should be a martial arts training ground with an oriental atmosphere.

On a huge dragon dance stage one meter above the ground with gossip patterns drawn, five vigorous people wearing ancient Chinese warrior costumes in white, gray, black, blue and red are sitting cross-legged on the five corners.

"Zhang Chenfeng, you are finally here, we have been waiting for you for a long time."

One of them, a Caucasian man in a red warrior uniform, spoke first with an uncertain expression.

Zhang Chenfeng stood in front of the gossip dragon dance stage, and looked at the five people slightly.

Among Qing Yishui's mid-stage Qi training experts, the white man in the red warrior suit has reached the peak of mid-stage Qi training, and he is an existence with half of his feet entering the late stage.

Among the five people, there are white-skinned people of European and American descent, purebred blacks, people from Arab countries, and even people from Asia, whether it is an island country or a Chinese.

"You are the professor?"

Zhang Chenfeng narrowed his eyes coldly and asked in a deep voice.

The information sent from the abyss before was only a few blurred photos, and it was not sure that the person in the photo was the professor himself.

At this moment, the white man in the red warrior uniform only has mid-qi training strength. If he is a professor, it is far from the information provided by the intelligence.

"Hmph, Zhang Chenfeng, you are not qualified to meet our teacher, we are the five major disciples who the professor sat down, you are destined to die here today."

Another yellow man in a black warrior suit said to Zhang Chenfeng in jerky Chinese with a very disdainful expression.

Judging from his accent, this person should be from an island country.

"Five disciples? I didn't expect that professor to be able to cultivate a strong man in the middle stage of Qi training. It seems that his strength is much stronger than I expected."

Not long ago, Zhang Chenfeng's strength was only in the middle stage of Qi training. If it wasn't for various adventures and the powerful "Motian God of War Art", his strength would not have improved so quickly.

And to cultivate five mid-qi training disciples at once is something Zhang Chenfeng dared not even think about.