The dark muzzle was filled with speechless fear.

Although Chu Fei and Yang Xiaozhu's potential had exceeded 9.0 and mastered the powerful wind blade and the flame blade, they still had to shake when facing the muzzle.

Yang Xiaozhu's face is pale.

But after hearing Chen Wenxin's words, he gritted his teeth and stood up straight, and a wind shield condensed in front of him.

The light blue wind shield completely blocked the front of him.

The wind of perception extends toward the front and extends 20 meters away, just covering the gun position.

A red armband said coldly: "Are you ready?"

Yang Xiaozhu raised her chin and said, "Okay!"

Red Armband: "The gun is at your position 20 meters, and the bullet exit speed is 200 meters/s; when it reaches you, the speed can be reduced to 180 meters/s.

The bullet firing interval is 1 second.

Countdown, 10 seconds.”

When the countdown is reset to zero, a slight sound comes from the muzzle, like opening a red wine bottle jam.

But this "bottle stopper" is a bit dangerous.

At a distance of 20 meters, the bullet flight time is a little more than 0.1 seconds. The nerve reflex speed of ordinary people is about 0.2 seconds!

Even if Yang Xiaozhu has achieved success in his practice, his nerve reaction speed is faster, but what about his body?

"Bang!" The bullet hit the wind shield, and the wind shield trembled as if it were frozen.

Yang Xiaozhu's face turned paler and her figure staggered.

But before Yang Xiaozhu could adjust her state, the second bullet was shot out.

Feng Deng completely collapsed, but fortunately the bullet's trajectory was also crooked and flew away against Yang Xiaozhu's left shoulder. However, a hole was torn open in the school uniform on his shoulder.

Yang Xiaozhu exclaimed, covered her shoulders and continued to retreat.

The red armband paused the muzzle and asked coldly: "Do you continue?"

Yang Xiaozhu covered her left shoulder, and a faint blood color appeared between her fingers.

Chu Fei looked at it silently, trying to speak, but saw Yang Xiaozhu's firm eyes. Yang Xiaozhu changed after being injured!

Putting down his palm covering his wound, Yang Xiaozhu walked back to the center of the cross circle, nodded, and said two words: "Come again!"

The wind shield reconverged, and the range was smaller, no longer completely blocking the body, but only blocking the chest, abdomen, thighs; while above the neck and below the knees, they were exposed to protection.

The wind shield has shrunk, and the light blue color has increased slightly, making it much more solid.

The muzzle erupted again; the wind shield trembled violently, but blocked the bullet.

A bright smile appeared on Yang Xiaozhu's face. It was confidence, the joy of success, and the pride that broke through the limit.

Being able to block the bullet with "empty fists" means that Yang Xiaozhu is no longer an ordinary person.

From now on, Yang Xiaozhu has surpassed ordinary people in terms of psychology, ability, and thinking habits.

The muzzle began to attack randomly, Yang Xiaozhu controlled the movement of the wind shield and tried to block bullets with different positions of the wind shield.

The wind of perception surrounds and captures the movement of the muzzle. The wind of perception and the eyes work together, and Yang Xiaozhu can capture the trajectory of the bullet and calculate the trajectory of the bullet.

After blocking ten bullets in a row, Yang Xiaozhu's face became calmer, but the smile on the corner of her mouth became brighter.

In Chu Fei's eyes, Yang Xiaozhu was rapidly transforming, fading away, and she was confident.

The red armband reminded Yang Xiaozhu that the bullets began to increase, two muzzles were fired, and then three muzzles were increased until six muzzles, and Yang Xiaozhu finally couldn't stop them.

Then he restored a muzzle and began to increase the speed of the bullet. When the speed of the bullet reached 280 meters per second, Yang Xiaozhu finally couldn't stop it.

The bullet shattered the wind shield and shot into Yang Xiaozhu's shoulder.

Even after being blocked by the wind shield, the bullet still caused damage to Yang Xiaozhu. His shoulders were quite bloody.

Test stops.

Chu Fei stepped forward, but Yang Xiaozhu gritted her teeth and showed a bright smile; when she looked at Chu Fei coming, she just wrinkled her little nose slightly and pouted, "It hurts a little."

The blood had wet half of his body, but Yang Xiaozhu had a stubborn smile on her face.

A military doctor came in and wanted to take Yang Xiaozhu down for treatment. Yang Xiaozhu shook his head slightly, "Stop the bleeding. I want to continue to see."

The doctor used a spray to stop bleeding, and Yang Xiaozhu's face turned pale.

Chu Fei stood in the center of the cross circle, looking at the row of muzzles in front, and his heart was a little scared.

This is a gun.

I never thought that I, Chu Fei, would be shot for a day.

The wind of perception completely locked the muzzle, and his eyes were also staring at the muzzle tightly, and a wind shield appeared in front of him.

The countdown is ten seconds, and the muzzle is fired.

"Boom!" The bullet hit the wind shield, but Chu Fei felt that his mental power was under a strong impact, but it was completely within the control range.

Chu Fei quickly adapted to the bullet's attack, and the red armband began to increase the muzzle.

As the bullets increased, Chu Fei's face became more and more serious, and there was a breeze flowing under his feet, and he began to move and avoid.

The bullets continued to increase. When they increased to 12, Chu Fei's brain finally couldn't calculate it. A bullet shattered the wind shield and hit Chu Fei's chest.

Fortunately, after being blocked by the wind shield, the power of the bullet was very low, and it only brought a piece of purple and clear, without breaking the skin.

But even so, Chu Fei felt a suffocation in his chest, as if he was kicked hard.

The body of flesh and blood is still very fragile.

The next test began to increase the speed of the bullet, and at this time there was only one muzzle.

But Chu Fei removed Feng Deng, and he was so naked.

Red Armored Banner frowned and said coldly: "Note that this bullet has a speed of 210 meters/s! Are you not prepared for the wind shield?"

Chu Fei shook his head.

The red armband looked at Chu Fei for a long time and turned on the countdown.

Chen Wenxin narrowed his eyes, this kid was going to commit suicide!

Countdown to ten seconds, end;

Muzzle firing;

At the same time, a flame blade appeared on Chu Fei's hand.

"Zheng..." The blade of flame flashed by, followed by two jingles. The "two pieces" bullets hit the wall behind him, and then fell to the ground and rolled on the ground.

Yang Xiaozhu's eyes were wide open.

However, Chen Wenxin, Teacher Chen chuckled, "I failed to show off my handsomeness."

Chu Fei's face looked a little embarrassed; he looked down on his right shoulder, and his school uniform was torn, and a little blood was flowing out.

Although the bullet was successfully split, the bullet's trajectory was also messed up. One of the bullet fragments was not moral and rolled across the right shoulder.

Looking down at the bullets on the ground, the cracked bullets were asymmetric.

One is one-third larger, and the other is two-thirds larger;

The cross section also shows twisted and irregular shapes.

However, joy and confidence soon appeared on Chu Fei's face - the blade of flame condensed in an instant and split the speeding bullet!

Looking at the red armband, Chu Fei nodded and continued!

Cracked bullets appeared on the ground.

When the bullet speed reaches 280 meters/s, Chu Fei dared not be handsome and honestly used the wind shield to block it.

But Chu Fei's wind shield is very small, only one foot in size.

When the wind shield is small, it becomes strong.

The bullet speed continued to increase. It finally reached 320 meters/s!

At this moment, the power of the bullet was 2.56 times that of 200 meters/s, and Chu Fei began to struggle.

However, the bigger problem is the speed of the perceived wind!

The perceived wind relies on sound waves; the speed of sound waves is 340 meters/s.

When the bullet speed reaches 320 meters/s, it has approached the limit of the perceived wind.

Not to mention, calculation, human body reaction, and spell formation all take some time.

Therefore, at this moment, Chu Fei could no longer lock the bullet with the wind of perception!

The red armband suspends the test.

Chen Wenxin said to Chu Fei, "This is the first limit, the first threshold on the road to cultivation.

Only by breaking through the first limit can we truly break the shackles of life and completely enter the world of superpowers."
Chapter completed!