Chapter 22 You are a slayer, don't cut the steel frame like Lao Han!
The telescope's signal receiver hangs high in the air. It doesn't look big, but it's actually quite big. The entire instrument is a hexagonal column, slightly taller than two people stacked on top of each other, and the top is big enough for two characters to fight close to each other.
——Of course, you must be a boxer, judo or other close combat character.
So, how big of an area is needed for a ghost-slayer and a sharpshooter to start a fight?
It's just that big.
One jumps up and the other jumps down. When the audience all over the place thought that they were still testing their positions and would not engage in direct combat immediately, Cloud Piercer and Soul Chasing for Life coincided with each other and began their first skill collision.
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The waist of the signal receiver is completely recessed inward, only half a foot wide, just enough to accommodate it. Shot Through the Clouds jumped backwards, and just after falling halfway, he stepped squarely on this groove.
With one kick, the falling momentum stopped instantly, and the whole person leaned forward with the force, rising slightly.
Yi Gun Chuan Yun doesn't even need to raise his head to see what's going on on the other side. He only relies on his hearing to determine the opponent's position, raises his right hand high, exposes the muzzle of the Wild Fire muzzle from the top of the receiver, and gently pulls the trigger.
"Bang bang bang bang bang bang -" The six bullets were arranged in a beautiful arc and spread out left and right.
At the same time, the life-seeking soul appeared on the other side of the receiver, glanced at it, and immediately retracted. The sword in his hand swept across, and a dark brilliance flew out from Cangjiang Yue's blade and swept towards the opposite one.
The hand holding the gun.
One is close combat, the other is long-range. Both of them can be called top players in their respective countries. Just a small space and a line of sight are enough for them to face off against each other, fighting for operation, consciousness, and scheming!
"Wow -" a huge exclamation rolled across the field. It went from low to high, then from high to high, and slowly fell into a heartfelt sigh.
Following the Moonlight Slash, the Full Moon Slash with the power of the dark soul was just a little short of successfully blinding the Cloud Piercer;
However, the floating bomb hidden in the ordinary attack was just a little short of being able to make the Ghost Swordsman float into the air?
"well--"
The stands on both sides let out a sigh of disappointment in unison. Before the sigh ended, they invariably rose again and turned into exclamations!
Bullets and sword energy crossed each other. Yichuan Yun hit the groove, without hesitation, turned to his right hand and ran at full speed; at the same time, the ghost swordsman jumped out from the steel beam and rushed to the left.
How many steps can the circumference of a receiver be? In the blink of an eye, the two sides turned the corner and met face to face. The gunfire sounded suddenly, the sword flashed like snow, and with just one collision, they fell from the tall receiver at the same time.
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"Ahhhhhhhhhh-"
Amid the screams, the two sides almost fell together, with only three bodies apart.
While falling, chasing the soul for his life, he is still attacking. Cross slash, upward lift, ghost claw pull back, and moonlight slash... You must take advantage of the opportunity when the sharpshooter is suspended in the air, try to close the distance and strike.
maximum damage;
And Yi Gun Chuan Yun was not to be outdone, using all his gun and body skills. His gun and art skills were mixed with one precise shot after another. While attacking, he tried his best to fly the gun far away.
One second, one and a half seconds, two seconds——
Blood splattered everywhere.
Before the screams could reach their peak, the two entangled characters were already approaching the ground at high speed.
The volume on the Korean team's side was just okay. On the Chinese team's side, the exclamations were high and shrill, and you could tell that most of them were female voices. Listening to the sound, it didn't sound like a shot through the clouds and the receiver dropped.
It seems that Zhou Zekai himself fell down——
No wonder fans are worried. Although they both fell from the same height, the distance between the two sides was too close, which was obviously not good for the sharpshooter.
Seeing that the ground was close at hand, Yichuan Yun had retreated five places. Suiming Zhuihun suddenly raised his left hand and grabbed it in the air. The color of his whole hand suddenly changed to bright red, as if blood was about to drip out——
A blood shadow flew out.
Mad Swordsman Skill: Soul-Eating Blood Hand.
This skill is a range control skill. Characters within the range covered by the Soul-eating Blood Hand will be restrained by blood and dragged to the side of the character who casts the skill. It is a little luxurious to use it on a single target at this time, but as long as it can be caught
For the other party, there is no need to waste it.
The soul-devouring bloody hand grabbed it, and shot Cloud Piercer, who was immediately dragged closer. The soul-seeking left hand maintained the skill, and the right hand had already raised the sword. The flames on the sword were wrapped around it, which was a sign of summoning the fire soul to be blessed. He slashed horizontally with the sword.
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"boom!"
The air waves rolled.
The flaming sword hit a grenade squarely.
A wave of air arose, and the soul-seeking soul flew backwards with a sound. This knife caused the hem of Chuanyun's windbreaker to be slightly charred, but the health bar did not change at all.
And Yi Gun Chuan Yun had already activated the mechanical rotor at the critical moment, slowed down in the air, moved backward, and landed lightly on the ground.
In just two or three seconds of fighting, both sides lost nearly 10% of their health. It can be said that they are almost evenly matched. Counting the one-sided shooting of a shot through the clouds at the beginning, the sharpshooter even has a slight advantage.
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"No one suffered in this round of collision."
"But Ghost Swordsman will obviously be more anxious. The Korean team is too far behind, and they must find a way to break the tie."
"It's not that easy, is it?"
Pan Lin and Li Yibo were chatting leisurely. On the field, Yi Gun Chuan Yun slid and moved sideways as soon as he landed. When Suo Ming Zhui Hun slid backward a short distance in the air waves, he was relieved of his stiffness. The sharpshooter got closer to the nearest steel gun.
The frame was only five steps away. Seeing Zhuihun rushing forward to attack, he jumped up slightly with a spear through the clouds, and flew the gun upward again...
Players:…
audience:……
We're going to have another scene where you jump and I crawl, ah?
After reaching the top with a shot through the clouds, he quickly changed to a steel frame and sprinted downwards. Chasing Soul for Life stopped pursuing and climbed to the center of the steel frame, one-half way from the top, and stopped.
Under the watchful eyes of everyone, the ghost swordsman in black raised his sword and slashed it down, leaving a white mark on the thick steel frame of his arm...
"Snapped."
"Snapped."
"Snapped."
Normal Attack.
Normal Attack.
Or a normal attack...
Everyone silently estimated the effect of the attack. At this speed, if you want to cut off this steel beam, it will take twenty or thirty cuts. As for cutting off all three steel frames, let the receiver in the middle be connected to the steel frame.
Falling to the ground together, this...
Although it won't wait until the end of the world, but when you calculate the time it takes, it makes people feel like their scalp is exploding.
"This is to learn from Lao Han..."
"It depends on whether the referee will give him face or not... It would be funny if we wait until the forced refresh..."
"If you put it this way, do you think domestic referees are more patient? - By the way, how many punches did Lao Han throw at that time?"
"Forgot...one hundred punches? One hundred and fifty punches? Who would remember that?"