The third-rate player was on the verge of tears. She stared blankly at the clown who had already sprinted closer, and pinched her cheeks: "You can't be so unlucky, can you?"
Good guy!
Just now they were mocking Little White Deer's level.
Unexpectedly, the situation has changed, and now it is the turn of the two of them to be blocked from both ends by the executioners.
"This game..." The Desert Wolf also rubbed his beard with a sad look in his eyes, and he smiled bitterly, "Don't you want to be laughed at by the kids in the youth training team?"
In the front, His Excellency Bailu sent out two knives at a high speed, and in the back, there were two people in front of the Human Emperor who were about to be ruthlessly knocked down.
If this spreads out, how many players will be shocked?
"Look at how well you turn! Silly wolf!"
Looking at the stranger in front of him, Sanliu managed to force out a stiff smile.
She quietly put her palm into her arms and rubbed the red gem on the top of the cane with her slender fingers.
The next moment, the chainsaw swung!
...
Sizzssssssss!
Seeing the third-rate man standing in panic at the window, Yun Fan couldn't help but grinned, revealing a mouth of gleaming fangs.
Whoosh!
The muscles of his arms suddenly exerted force. A second before he saw the third-rate man in the window, Yun Fan deflected the electric saw in his hand, suddenly reversed the momentum, and ran towards a straight road ahead.
Poof!
In the air, a fountain of blood gushed out. Then, the figure of the deceiver slowly appeared.
[The third-rate player has entered a state of serious injury.]
【Double damage.】
Entering a brief moment of rocking back, blood-red text prompts appeared in front of Yunfan's eyes at the same time.
"Abnormal clown!"
The third-rate move gritted its teeth and relied on the short-term attack to accelerate. Her pace seemed to be so fast that it stirred up a breeze, and a mad dog could not move faster than this.
Pity.
On this short straight road sandwiched by wooden walls on both sides, there is no extra room for shelter!
Otherwise, even if a stranger in his heyday wanted to catch her, he would have to spend a lot of effort.
Snapped!
After quickly rushing to the wooden board at the end of the straight road, the third-rate man took a picture of him without looking back.
Following her move, the devilish footsteps behind her finally stopped.
but...
Instead, there was another short sound symbolizing the arrival of death!
call out!
This is the flashing sound!
Hearing the flashing sound coming from behind his head, Sanliu turned around suddenly.
She grabbed the edge of the board with both hands and turned back to the other side without hesitation.
However...
What caught her eyes was an ice-blue electric saw that exuded a faint chill.
The clown is still at the other end!
"Does it sound good?"
The clown's throat squeezed out a mocking laugh: "Hee hee!"
"If it's not enough, I'll dub it a few more times."
"Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh!"
Yunfan raised the chainsaw above his head, with a cunning smile like an old fox on his face.
flash?
Sorry, his level is not even eighty, how can he unlock this last auxiliary skill?
As for Yunfan, it was just the psychological activity of predicting the position of a third-rate player, and then came a wave of counter-prediction.
Not to mention the Human Emperor, even the fugitives from the ordinary king level have all turned into human spirits.
In high-end rankings, prejudgment flashes are even more commonplace!
Once the executioner's flash fails, the escaper will inevitably delay for a while again.
This resulted in a major collapse in the executioner's game rhythm.
Therefore, in many great games, there are often divine operations that reflect game awareness such as pre-judgment flashes.
However...
In response to this situation, the executioner also has a way to deal with it.
Pretending to cross paths and tricking the fugitive into turning back on his own initiative is one of the best solutions.
In short, I predicted your prediction!
And relying on his excellent pseudo-sound skills, Yun Fan had already imitated the flashing sound effects to perfection.
Therefore, the difficulty for escapees to predict the appearance of strangers has increased dramatically.
In this game, a third-rate player will lose unjustly!
"Abnormal clown! You're a guy who secretly learns pseudo-acoustic sounds in private!"
Watching the rapidly enlarging sawtooth, the third-rate man pointed at the stranger and shouted.
Thinking back to those days,
She didn’t know how many times she had been deceived like this!
This kind of cool operation can only be performed by strangers.
"Don't slander me."
Yunfan's voice was very plain: "Good conditions, natural."
Poof!
The next moment, the chainsaw fell and blood rained!
[The third-rate move has entered the state of falling to the ground.]
boom!
He fell straight to the ground, and Sanliu walked away with his eyes empty, lazily looking at the bright moon in the sky.
This time, it was so embarrassing.
However, when I think about it, even gods can’t escape from this situation!
"ha!"
The third-rate man covered his mouth and stretched out a long stretch.
In fact, if it is in the normal 1V4 mode, the Desert Wolf's wave of transitions can be said to be without any problems.
The panel window area closest to the fishing boat is the two straight paths sandwiched between these three wooden walls.
With two boards and one window, it is definitely a difficult spot for the older generation of executioners such as voodoo puppet masters and clowns to catch people.
but...
The moment she saw the stranger, she realized that this was the double executioner hunting mode!
The two people's thinking has not changed from the normal 1V4 game mode.
They ignored a fatal problem, that is...
Executioners can join forces to fight in doubles!
The third-rate man's eyes were rolling around, as if he was thinking of some evil idea.
Otherwise, beg for mercy again?
Just when she was about to speak...
"Ice Trail."
In her field of vision, the clown spread out its giant claws and pointed them at the wall on its side.
Click!
A path formed by frost sprang out from under the feet of the stranger, and then spread quickly, leading into the distance.
boom!
The next moment, Yun Fan stepped forward, stepped over Sanliu's body, and crushed the wooden board in front of him with one foot.
...
the other side.
Whoosh!
The blood-stained setting sun raised his hand, and the giant scissors turned into a long snake and stabbed out suddenly.
"hiss."
The Desert Wolf took a deep breath and stared at the resentful spirit in front of him. At this moment, it also raised its arm and made a fatal scissor.
However, its movements are very sluggish.
The desert wolf can clearly capture the movements of the shining scissor tips.
He bent his legs slightly and leaned down, trying to dodge the attack.
but...
Click!
Along with a freezing sound, a long area of ice and snow suddenly appeared under his feet!
"I..."
The Desert Wolf froze instantly, and the biting cold flowed on the frost, causing his movements to stagnate briefly.
he,
The best opportunity to escape was lost.
Poof!
Immediately afterwards, he was stabbed in the chest and back at the same time, and bright red blood spurted out, soaking the surrounding soil.
[The Desert Wolf has entered a state of slight injury.]
[The Desert Wolf has entered a state of serious injury.]
"hey-hey."
The blood-stained setting sun shook the giant scissors and waved out afterimages.
A shrill laughter as cold as the cold wind came from his abdomen.
That is,
The blood-stained setting sun laughs mercilessly.
At this moment, before and behind the Desert Wolf, the Puppet Master and the Wraith all entered the moment of wiping their knives.
"call."
The Desert Wolf exhaled a breath of turbid air and swung the long whip in his hand. The whip suddenly stretched straight and cut through the air like a sharp blade.
Whoosh!
Then, the whip tightly wrapped around the lamppost, dragging the desert wolf's body out quickly.
Putting a foot on the shoulder of the resentful spirit, the Desert Wolf used his strength, and the speed actually became a little faster again.
And this time...
The Desert Wolf suddenly discovered that under the light of the street lamp, a black shadow slowly shrouded the corner of the wall.
Then, a clown figure wearing an ice crystal crown appeared at the bottom of the street lamp.
"Little Wolf!"
Yunfan raised the chainsaw and faced the cowboy flying in the sky.
His tone was very familiar, like a warm-hearted neighbor chatting up: "It's so dangerous to fly around!"
"Do you want..."
"take a break?"
...
The yellow light of the street lamp concealed the livid face of the desert wolf.
"Old stranger..."
Seeing himself running headlong into the chainsaw, the Desert Wolf opened his mouth, wanting to say something.
But he didn't finish his words.
[The Desert Wolf has entered the state of falling to the ground.]
"When I meet you, I'll be damned for eight lifetimes."
Falling on his back, the Desert Wolf stared at the clown's laughing face and spat out the second half of his words.