C95 Eight Ambushes on Eight Sides

On Leng Qingfeng's thighs, backs, neck, and even the back of his head.

All of them had been shot by the bullets.

Blood splattered everywhere.

Leng Qingfeng gritted his teeth because of the intense pain, and cold sweat dripped down his forehead.

Fortunately, Leng Qingfeng had already placed the spirit energy behind his back. Even if the back of his head was shot, it would only be a flesh wound