At the same time, Ling Yun activated the shield and gambled with his own life this time, betting that the guy would not have time to react.
A small mushroom cloud rose into the sky and exploded violently, tearing apart the shield. Ling Yun entered an invincible state for 3 seconds.
The smoke dispersed, and a figure stood coldly opposite, with a cold light shining in his pupils.
Ling Yun was shocked, and he hurriedly raised the sniper rifle. Before his finger touched the trigger, two cold lights roared towards him with electric sparks, and penetrated his body. His whole body flew backwards, and his health points dropped by more than 1,000 points. , entering a state of paralysis.
Unexpectedly, the guy directly threw the Fury of Thunder over, and the light flashed, and both arms were injured at the same time. Then, the black hole of Desert Storm's muzzle was pressed against his chest, and the cold feeling was cold to the bottom of his heart.
It's over.
The desert storm spit out tongues of fire, and Ling Yun's body was covered with bullet holes. He lay on the ground with his feet in the air and died gorgeously again.
Ling Yun lay tangled on the ground, surrounded by gray.
"Young mud horse, I don't believe it anymore. I can't even deal with you," Ling Yun cursed. This time he really got angry, picked up Desert Storm and ran out, but within five minutes, he was lying on the ground again.
Being teased by the system's fake god of death one after another, he suddenly became furious. If he didn't let out this bad breath, he wouldn't be Ling Yun.
He rushed forward with the eyes of judgment, but within three minutes, he died again.
I don’t know how many times I have been killed. Ling Yun is now red-eyed. Oh, he is red-eyed by being killed. But every time he seems to be about to use some skills, the system has sent the information to the fake god of death in advance. , no matter how he takes action, he has already firmly calculated the response method. The computer's tens of billions or even trillions of calculations are not comparable to the human brain.
Bang, Ling Yun was lying on the ground again covered in blood. From the beginning to the end, she didn't even touch the corners of his clothes. The cold wind blew by. Looking at the guy walking back and forth on the ground not far away, a sense of powerlessness arose in his heart. The opponent is really too tough.
Is there really no way to do it? Ling Yun lay on the ground and didn't even open his eyes for a long time. His mind was filled with his own figure and where his weaknesses were. To be honest, the enemy was easy to kill, but when he had to face himself, he couldn't. Know how to start.
Skills, weapons, equipment, in the game, Death is simply invulnerable. Coupled with the IQ given by the super computer, Ling Yun's mind suddenly became blank.
Suddenly, he remembered what Gunslinger Kara said: These artifacts have reached the state of perfection. As long as you can defeat yourself, they can become artifacts. Even a blank weapon can become an artifact. artifacts have souls. , and if you want to become a gun master, you have to defeat yourself.
Ling Yun understands everything now. The eight-star BOSS Lucifer has been trapped under the Tower of Babel for thousands of years and cannot return to the Sky City. After all, he still cannot defeat himself. How many people in the world can defeat him?
No, that guy is not me at all, he is just the shadow of the God of Death. I am still a player, and human wisdom and soul cannot be copied.
An idea flashed in Ling Yun's mind, and he held on to the thoughts that disappeared in an instant. I am a person, he is just a ball of data, and there are some things of human nature that he cannot imitate at all.
Ling Yun let out a long breath, took the Wrath of Thunder, and clicked on the spot again to revive.
The cold wind blew by, and Ling Yun just stood on the ground with his eyes closed, his body not moving at all, and the expression on his face was surprisingly calm, without a trace of ripples.
The fake God of Death was also standing on the ground, looking at Ling Yun stupidly. He actually didn't take action. It wasn't that he didn't want to take action, but that he couldn't see any flaws in Ling Yun now.
People without flaws are invincible.
The fake Death did not give up. He picked up Desert Storm, locked the sight on Ling Yun's figure, and held the trigger tightly with his finger. The muzzle flame bloomed, and countless bullets shot out.
Golden light streaked through the air, leaving fiery trails behind. If these bullets had hit Ling Yun, he would have been instantly killed on the spot.
Hearing the gunshot, Ling Yun's body instinctively ducked to the side. The bullets whizzed past, and all 35 bullets missed.
However, the fake Death did not stop attacking, and turned on the grenade mode on Desert Storm. Bang bang bang, gunfire mixed with green smoke, and three grenades shot out, heading straight for Lingyun.
The grenade explodes in a wide range, and it is impossible to avoid it just by instinctive reaction.
Ling Yun didn't open his eyes from the beginning to the end. He was too familiar with himself. When he heard the gunshot, he knew what kind of weapon he was. At this time, his body reacted even faster than lightning. As soon as the grenade gun fired, he already slipped to the side. go.
After losing 1,200 health points, Ling Yun slowly opened his eyes, his eyes shining brightly. He held Desert Storm in his hand and loaded the bullet. The guy had no ammunition, and the rest would be his performance time.
He understands very well that switching weapons can take up to 2 seconds at any time, and within these two seconds, many things can be done, such as killing people.
The fake god of death dodged to the side with a sideways roll, which was Ling Yun's signature dodge move.
Although he knew Ling Yun, he didn't know himself as well as Ling Yun.
With his finger gently pulling the trigger, Desert Storm pulsed with sparks rhythmically, and streaks of golden light whizzed away, enveloped in the love for that guy.
Blood blossomed, and he was finally shot and fell to the ground, but he was not dead yet.
Almost at the same time, the two disappeared from the same place, using their skills to disguise themselves as stealth.
Ling Yun rushed forward with Thunder Fury and Xinghen. He knew that he would definitely activate this skill when encountering such a situation. What Ling Yun had to do now was to change from passive to active and predict the opponent's movements in advance.
If the master brain predicts its attack method in advance, then what Ling Yun has to do now is to predict the changes of the master brain two steps in advance, and he cannot attack according to his own common sense.
There was deathly silence in the empty wilderness. The two Lingyun slowly approached, and the battle was about to break out.
Carefully moving forward step by step, the two of them were hidden in the air. Ling Yun stuffed two blood bottles in his mouth in advance. If it were done before, he had never done this before.
30 seconds passed, and neither of them showed up. Ling Yun licked his lips. If he guessed correctly, that guy must also be carrying the Fury of Thunder. There is no better way to deal with sharpshooters than close combat.
There are still 5 seconds left in the stealth time. All the combat nerves in Ling Yun's body have become tense. His blood flow has accelerated instantly. Two rays of light shot out from his pupils. He holds two daggers tightly with both hands.
