Seeing that the opponent actually stopped attacking, Lu Feng couldn't help but let out a long breath, "What do you want to do? We won't be willing to do this with numbers,"
"I'm just giving you a chance," Ling Yun fiddled with the Nepalese saber in his hand, looking carefree, not paying attention to Lu Feng at all, "Let's challenge each other, whoever loses this game will admit defeat. "
Arrogant, his words are really arrogant.
"Ah, did XS Goudaner's brain get kicked by a donkey, or was it kicked by a sow? Why does it feel like the victory he got was given away for nothing," Liu Yifei screamed while holding the microphone.
The crowd outside the venue became commotion again.
Being despised by Ling Yun, especially in front of all the beauties and tens of millions of viewers in front of the screen, Lu Feng only felt angry and added fuel to the fire. What can you do with a broken sharpshooter? He is not the God of Death. I Why am I afraid of you even though I'm wearing gold-level equipment? If I kill you soon, I'll have to torture the corpse.
"Okay, I accept," Lu Feng was so angry that he didn't care about his identity as the guild leader. Three golden flowers emerged from the tip of his sword and he stabbed Ling Yun in three different directions.
Unexpectedly, Lu Feng took action twice. Seeing that all his escape routes had been blocked by the opponent, Ling Yun carried the Nepalese saber, advanced instead of retreating, and faced him personally.
The skill swept through thousands of troops, and the long sword in Lu Feng's hand turned into a thorn and slashed towards Ling Yun's chest.
Ling Yun couldn't control his posture, so he had to hold the Nepalese saber in front of him.
Sparks flashed, gold and iron clashed, and Ling Yun's whole body flew backwards.
The power of the sharpshooter profession was incomparable to that of the swordsman. Lu Feng succeeded in one blow and flew forward with a leaping slash.
Pointing his toes to the ground, Ling Yun turned around and moved sideways, sliding to hide beside him.
The blade flashed past, the ground cracked, and the strong wind slid across his face like a knife.
The Nepalese saber turned into a cold star, and before Lu Feng could get up, it had already cut towards his neck.
Unexpectedly, a sword light came back and penetrated Ling Yun's waist.
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Damage floated from the heads of both of them at the same time. Lu Feng couldn't help but be secretly surprised. He was wearing gold-level equipment, but he received more damage than Ling Yun. Could it be that that stupid big guy had better equipment than himself.
Lu Feng didn't allow Lu Feng to think too much, he swung the Nepali saber in a half-moon swing and went straight towards his throat.
The sword flowers danced into an invisible wall in an instant. This is Lu Feng's signature skill, the light of the sword and the shadow of the sword.
Ling Yun stopped his body and hurriedly retreated. Unexpectedly, the wall formed by the sword shadow actually pressed towards him.
After taking a few big steps back again, the sword wall disappeared, and a shadow rushed out from inside.
The chest was hit hard, which was the warrior's charge skill, and Ling Yun entered a dazed state for 1 second.
The long sword came quickly, like a poisonous snake, instantly drilling seven or eight bloody holes in Ling Yun's body.
As expected of a member of the national fencing team, he used his sword quickly, accurately, and ruthlessly to hit Ling Yun's vital points. After a few strikes, Ling Yun's health was less than 200 points in an instant.
Lu Feng's face instantly became extremely ferocious, and the sword in his hand burst into dazzling light.
Advanced skill: God Killing, this is the skill that Lu Feng spent 10,000 yuan to buy to keep the bottom of the box, and it is an instant kill.
"Ah, brother Lingyun, be careful," Tian Xiner was so frightened that her face turned pale, and she covered her eyes with her little hands.
The audience outside the venue held their breath, waiting for the final result.
Players from the awesome Fengshen Legion Guild in the square cheered in unison, as if they saw a glimmer of hope of victory.
"Alas, he is still too careless," Zhu Yiqun couldn't help shaking his head and sighing, "Alas... When a sharpshooter and a swordsman play close combat, the chance of winning will not exceed 10%."
The white sword light penetrated Ling Yun's body, and a white light floated up. Lu Feng slowly stopped his body, "Haha, I didn't expect that I would win in the end."
"That's not necessarily the case," these words came from behind, like the severe cold of midwinter, so cold that it made people shiver all over.
Lu Feng swung his sword and turned around quickly, but Ling Yun's movements were faster than him.
The knee hit his back hard, Lu Feng entered a dazed state, and Ling Yun's handsome and handsome face emerged from behind him.
What happened just now? All the spectators present rubbed their eyes and looked at Ling Yun in disbelief.
"Wow, that's amazing. What happened just now," Zhu Yiqun roared into the microphone, "Let's watch that thrilling scene in slow motion."
The footage on the electronic screen began to play back, divided into a dozen small lenses, playing the battle video from different angles.
The moment the sword light was about to penetrate Ling Yun's body, his body suddenly split apart, and two identical Ling Yuns appeared on the ground.
All the players exclaimed, "Look, what kind of skill is that? It's so awesome."
This is exactly the skill attached to the jewelry, phantom clone. Ling Yun only used it once, but he didn't expect it to have such an effect.
While the players were amazed, Ling Yun's movements did not stop.
The Nepalese saber slashed across Lu Feng's throat with a concentrated blow. His right hand took the opportunity to grab his collar. Veins popped out on his arm and he was thrown into the air.
At this moment, Ling Yun's body spun rapidly, and the shadows of knives filled the sky, sucking Lu Feng into it like a meat grinder.
Thomas roundhouse kick.
But he didn't kick Lu Feng with his feet, but slashed with the Nepalese saber in his hand.
All the spectators could no longer sit still and stood up one after another, "Look, what kind of skill is that?"
Zhu Yiqun stood on the table and yelled hysterically at the top of his lungs: "Ah, that XS bitch suddenly used a strange skill. Now the camera can only see the flash of the knife, and can't see the shadow of the two people at all."
It suddenly became quiet outside the venue, and only the sound of people's breathing could be heard.
The whirlwind of knife shadows gradually stopped. Lu Feng lay on the ground, covered with knife marks, and entered a bleeding state. His health had bottomed out, and he would die if he even bled.
"Ling Yun, I'm going to kill you," Lu Feng's eyes were bloodshot, and his whole face was as ferocious as a demon. He jumped up, and because of the extremely fast speed of his long sword, it screamed ear-piercingly every time he took action.
Ling Yun stepped on the butterfly step, crossed his hands on his chest, and the sword wind blew, but it could not hurt him at all. No matter how fast the sword was, it could not be faster than the bullet. A special soldier like Ling Yun who was born and died on the battlefield, faced this point The attack was like a kid wielding a knife or a gun.
"Okay, I don't have time to play with you anymore," he stepped forward with his sword close to his side, threw a flying kick, and trampled Lu Feng hard under his feet.
All the spectators were shocked on the spot. Seeing that the guild boss was stepped on by that guy, the players of the Fengshen Legion guild in the square instantly became a little out of control. Leather shoes, wine bottles, and drinks were flying in the sky, and after several broadcast equipment were smashed, He was restrained by a large group of security guards.
Zhu Yiqun actually didn't explain this time. He looked at the furious Fengshen Legion guild players around him. If he spoke now, he would probably become a target of attack immediately.
