Ling Yun hurriedly lowered his head. The grass in front of him was lifted up by bullets, and bursts of white smoke were emitted. There was a faint smell of gunpowder in the air, mixed with blood.
When the last bullet in the sniper rifle magazine was fired, another sharpshooter fell to the ground.
His body suddenly trembled, a sharp pain came from his shoulders, and his clothes were dyed red with blood. "Grass!" Yingyun gritted his teeth tightly, and Ling Yun's eyes could spurt fire. He threw the sniper rifle into his backpack, and Tornado Raider AK47
-X is held in the hand, and the cold texture of the gun body makes all the fighting nerves in the body become tense.
There are still 50 meters to go.
The magic wand in the mage's hand has begun to gather magic power, which is a sign that the skill is about to be used. The priests next to him have added various attack and defense states to their teammates, and the warrior has activated the charge skill.
There are still 40 meters to go!
Ling Yun stuffed the blood bottle and the blast potion into his mouth, and slowly lowered the gun body.
Ta! With a harsh sound, the grass in front was cut by the air flow brought by the bullet, and AK47 finally began its death variation.
The gun body trembled rhythmically. Ling Yun chose burst shooting. At a distance of 40 meters, burst shooting can control the hit rate very well and save a lot of bullets. Strafe shooting will not work. It is a death-defying close combat attack.
Coupled with the powerful recoil of the AK47, it is very difficult to control the trajectory.
30 meters away!
Those guys never thought that Ling Yun had such a powerful weapon, and immediately three more unlucky guys fell to the ground and went to play mahjong with the King of Hell.
The Cyclone Raider AK47-X is a purple-armored ghost weapon, and it is absolutely awesome on the entire Heavenly Ranking. Its powerful firepower, penetrating power, and attack power are not something that ordinary players can withstand.
The knights were less stressed with shields, but the swordsmen couldn't bear it. Not to mention taking a few bullets, even if one hit them, their health would definitely drop a lot.
"Everyone, spread out, what that guy has in his hands is very tricky!" A soldier was lying on the ground, stuffing blood bottles in his mouth. His health points were slowly rising, and he was just a little bit away from meeting God.
The crowd spread out and moved towards Ling Yun in a fan shape. This time they learned the lesson and almost lay on the ground, making it difficult for the AK47 to aim.
There are still 20 meters to go!
The pressure suddenly rose. Ling Yun made a rough estimate and found that there were at least fourteen or five of these guys in front of him, not counting the invisible assassins.
Retreat? He was very unwilling to do so. After grabbing the equipment and the BOSS, it wasn't just the lives of a few guys that could make him put out the fire.
The last high-explosive grenade appeared in his hand, and murderous intent was revealed in Ling Yun's eyes. Boys from the spicy next door, let you try Grandpa Ling's spicy big meatballs today, so you can remember it better!
His fingers pulled the tab, and the cat struggled to throw it out. Suddenly, there was severe pain in the chest again. There were already two more blood holes, and one-third of the health was lost. Fortunately, this was in the game, if it were different
Normally, this body weighing more than 100 kilograms rests here.
The grenade emitted green smoke in the air, drew an arc and landed among the crowd. Several knights nearby looked down and were so frightened that they almost spat out their shit.
"Grass! Grenade, everyone get down!"
As soon as he finished speaking, the grenade exploded. The scorching waves of air directly threw several nearby guys away. A priest and two mages were unable to dodge and lay dying on the ground, entering an extremely weak state.
Ling Yun suddenly stood up, holding the AK47 and burning it wildly. Those little crispy skins with only residual blood went to the resurrection point in an instant.
Boss Wang was wearing red shorts and squatting next to the resurrection point in the Demon City. His backpack was empty. Not to mention the equipment dropped by the BOSS, even his own body was smooth and smooth.
Even if he won a jackpot by buying a lottery ticket, he actually triggered the attribute of Ling Yun's greedy bracelet and dropped 40% of the current level's experience, directly from level 24 to level 23.
It's all his fault that he's so blind that he can't mess with anyone, but he seeks out the bad luck of the God of Death. This is a good thing, he lost his wife and lost his army, and even roped in a bunch of younger brothers to support him.
While he was feeling annoyed, another smooth guy appeared in the resurrection point. The cold wind blew, and the guy trembled a few times, and his balls were almost broken to the ground.
Then the second, the third and the fourth.
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Even the beautiful little sister of the pastor stood at the resurrection point wearing a three-point pose, her eyes red.
Boss Wang couldn't help cursing secretly, this God of Death didn't know how to show mercy to a woman, and he was actually capable of destroying a flower with his own hands.
With a ruthless hand, Ling Yun beat the swordsman in front of him until his face was covered with blood. He retreated one after another, and there were no bullets in the magazine. At this moment, ripples rippled in the air, and the three assassins revealed their ferocious faces.
"God of Death! Hehe, I will make you a dead dog today!" an assassin said through gritted teeth. He brandished two daggers, activated his rapid skills and rushed towards Ling Yun.
AK47 pushed away the incoming dagger and thrust the bayonet across. The assassin knew how powerful he was and hurriedly dodged. At this time, two assassins sneaked up from the side, their daggers flashing with cold light.
Ling Yun casually threw AK47 to the ground, pulled out the Golden Bastard Box from his waist, and activated all his skills, his wrists trembling.
Bang bang bang bang.
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At such a close distance, the assassins had no time to dodge. No matter how fast they moved, they could not move faster than bullets, not to mention that they had not received any professional training.
Ling Yun was stabbed several times, bleeding profusely, and losing half of his health. The three assassins, on the other hand, were lying on the ground covered in blood, with only air coming in from their mouths and no air coming out.
"Death, you bastard!" At this time, the gang of guys had already rushed up, including a priest, a mage, two knights, two swordsmen, and a sharpshooter.
Seven people surrounded Ling Yun in the center, looking at him with murderous eyes, wanting to skin him, cramp him, and eat him alive.
Ling Yun only had half of his health left, and stood there with no intention of running away. He picked up the AK47 on the ground with his toes, and stuffed it into his backpack together with the tortoise box. Purple light suddenly appeared, and the Nepalese saber appeared in his hand, and the attribute effects of his whole body equipment were fully activated.
Everyone couldn't help but gasped and took a few steps back. The worst equipment on the God of Death was actually silver-level equipment, and the equipment on the seven of them combined was not that much silver-level, let alone gold-level.
And the purple-equipped ghost weapon. The difference in strength is too big, right?
Ling Yun touched his nose, smiled slightly and said, "You all come together. If you defeat me, it will all be yours."
The more relaxed the God of Death appears, the more nervous those guys become. What does their relaxation mean? That is confidence, absolute confidence!
