"God of Death? Are you the God of Death?" Only then did Zhu Fei notice the name above Ling Yun's head. He was slightly startled for a moment, and then couldn't help laughing wildly. "God of Death, I will let you turn into a dead insect today..."
Bang bang! Blood flowers flashed along with the gunfire, and two harsh gunshots directly suppressed his words.
—142!—136!—225!—163!……
Zhu Fei was lying on the ground. The pig's face was full of blood holes, and patches of damage were floating around. Before he could understand what was going on, most of his health points had been lost.
At this time, someone kicked me hard on my butt, and my ball-like body suddenly rolled into the crowd.
Those kicks just now were kicked with the skills attached to the shoes, and Zhu Fei was unlucky enough to trigger the extremely low knock-up effect.
"12 seconds!" Ling Yun clapped his hands, took out two bullets and stuffed them into the shotgun. Sooner or later, he had to shoot. How could he deal with this kind of guy? There is so much nonsense, just do it.
There was dead silence in the whole place.
"You bastard, I'm going to kill you!" Zhu Fei got up from the crowd, his mouth full of leaks, and his front teeth were nowhere to be found. He was like a crazed wild boar, rushing towards Lingyun.
At this time, a thin body stopped in front of him, "You can't do it, fat pig, look at me." Wu Rou looked solemnly and stared at Ling Yun coldly. At this time, Zhu Fei didn't have much health. If he rushed up, he would definitely
It's more bad than good.
Unexpectedly, Zhu Fei squeezed Wu Rou's body away like a madman and slashed the air with his two swords. At this time, the double-barreled shotgun in Ling Yun's hand had been raised. As long as he pulled the trigger, the consequences could be imagined.
"Stop! Hall Master Zhu Fei, please wait and let Hall Master Wu Rou come in."
Young Master Long stopped the impulsive Zhu Fei. At this moment, he could no longer be embarrassed. He leaned on the sofa, the wine glass in his hand trembling.
Bang! The willow leaf dagger was thrown to the ground. Zhu Fei was so angry that he gritted his teeth and stamped his feet. He rushed back to the crowd, picked up half a bottle of brandy on the table and drank it all. Today's fight was a serious one.
Wu Rou slowly walked into the field, and the players next to her hurriedly dispersed to the side. Two sharpshooters were dueling. God knows where the bullets will fly. Find a safe place first.
Ling Yun was holding a double-barreled shotgun, and that guy actually held two Desert Eagles in his hands. He couldn't tell the grade clearly, but it had already lost a lot in terms of performance. Fortunately, he had a gold-grade tortoise box, so
It's his secret weapon, and he won't use it easily until the critical moment.
The two were five meters apart, looking at each other without taking action. The atmosphere around them was extremely depressing, and people knew that a storm was coming soon.
14 rounds of bullets! Ling Yun muttered silently, the Desert Eagle has a standard 7-round bullet magazine. If he can persist, the situation will be more favorable to him. But things are not that simple. The guy in Wu Rou's hands is standard.
0.50AE caliber, the bullet is as powerful as a light sniper rifle.
The Desert Eagle is produced by the Israeli Military Industries Company and enjoys high reputation internationally. It is called the "King of Pistols" by military enthusiasts. The standard large-caliber AE bullet is very powerful, but it comes with a powerful
The recoil makes it difficult for ordinary shooters to control this pistol.
The thin man Wu Rou actually held two Desert Eagles, which shows that he likes to be neat and tidy and knock down his opponent at the first opportunity. But the longer the time goes on, the more the situation becomes unfavorable for him. The powerful recoil is not a simple matter.
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Bang! Because the atmosphere was so tense, a player accidentally knocked the wine glass on the table to the ground, and the sound was very noticeable.
At this moment, both of them moved, and he and Wu Rou pulled the trigger almost at the same time.
Bang bang bang!
Bang bang!
The gunfire flickered, and golden bullets burst out, streaking across the dark dance hall.
-145!-164!
Ling Yun only felt bursts of sharp pain in his lower abdomen. The feeling of the bullet piercing his body was so real, and blood sprayed out.
Wu Rou is not much better, with several more blood holes on her body. The double-barreled shotgun is a shotgun, and it is impossible to dodge at such a close distance. But it seems that he is a sharpshooter with a high level of agility.
, and managed to dodge by relying on his speed.
The Desert Eagle's power was not to be boasted. Ling Yun lost more than half of his 500 health points in an instant. Wu Rou had 400 health points, but now only 172 were left. The two were evenly matched.
With almost the same movement, the two of them were rolling on the ground. There were no bullets in the shotgun. Ling Yun took out the tortoise box. Wu Rou took the opportunity to pull the trigger continuously. At the critical moment, one second was enough to decide life or death. But Ling Yun had a demon.
The shield on the medal is a 100% reassurance.
However, the recoil of the Desert Eagle was indeed too great, and it was difficult to adjust the body shape while rolling. The bullet penetrated the table and whizzed past Ling Yun. Several screams were heard not far away, and the two players fell to the ground.
Seeing that the situation was not good, the surrounding players hurriedly retreated to a safe corner. It was fun to watch the excitement, but wouldn't it be unfair to be shot and killed?
Bang bang bang.
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Ling Yun directly overturned the table in front of him, and wine bottles and cups were scattered on the floor. The unique sound of the tortoise box sounded, and Wu Rou pulled the trigger fiercely. The only advantage of Quan Min's extra points was that he was good at it, and the bullets passed by his side.
Bring out several big MISS.
"Oh?" Ling Yun was slightly stunned. Obviously that guy was also a super mode player, otherwise his movements would not have been so smooth.
The two bullets missed slightly and went straight to Mr. Long next to him. He was leaning comfortably on the sofa and preparing to enjoy the show. When he saw the bullets flying, he threw away his wine glass and hurriedly hid under the table.
The sound of the wine bottle breaking was heard, and the wine and juice were dripping everywhere. When Mr. Long crawled out from under the table, he looked like a stray dog that fell into a smelly ditch. He looked as embarrassed as possible.
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Click click click.
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The sound of the pistol jamming sounded from the Desert Eagle and Bastard boxes almost at the same time. There were no bullets!
The recoil of the Desert Eagle is too great, which is indeed a great challenge for players in super game mode. At this time, Wu Rou's hands were numb, and even holding the pistol was a problem, let alone aiming. Ling Yun's Bastard
Although the recoil of the box is small, the bullets are not very powerful, and the equipment on that guy Wu Rou seems to be very good.
The health points of both of them were running low, Ling Yun had 89 points left, and Wu Rou had 96 points left. Neither of them changed their bullets, and they all showed their daggers and rushed towards the other party.
"Son of a bitch! Kill that bastard!" Mr. Long, covered in alcohol, roared.
"I'll help Ma Gan'er kill him!" Zhu Fei picked up the two swords of Liuye and rolled forward violently with the smell of alcohol just now.
