Chapter 72 Happy to hear it! The chandelier finally fell down! (Yemeng Bingwan
"The magnetic cannon is coming out now?"
Xiao Shiqin subconsciously turned his head and glanced at Ye Xiu. Ye Xiu raised his head and stared at the big screen. Looking from the side, he could only see the corners of his eyes slightly curved, and his smile was relaxed and comfortable:
"It's a very bold fight."
The range of the magnetic cannon is very large; more importantly, if the cannon is hit, it will not be able to survive just by taking some blood, God knows where it will be taken. However, the magnetic cannon is released now to deal with the swordsman
The impact is not too great; the worst case scenario is just being pushed out of the air corridor and climbing up from the ground again.
What's more, this possibility is unlikely. Not long after the battle started, Jian Hefeng still had enough skills to take action. If he wanted to avoid the magnetic cannon and change direction in time, whether it was operation or skills, he had enough margin.
enough.
Even so, Li Haoji endured it until the last moment. He didn't activate the silver light falling blade until the magnetic cannon was completely out of the barrel. Jianhe Feng twisted at an angle almost parallel to the ground, far away from the range of the chandelier, rubbing against it.
The area of influence of the magnetic cannon falls outward.
"This operation!"
There was a chorus of admiration in the Chinese team's players' seats. Huang Shaotian was the one who whistled the loudest: this silver blade, the timing of its launch and the angle of the cut, even if it were him on the court, he could do it.
That's it.
"But...how does he want to come back?"
It was naturally impossible for Huang Shaotian to answer this question raised by Pan Lin. Li Yibo also had no response: In fact, halfway through Pan Lin's sentence, he had already seen the answer given by the Korean swordsman with the audience:
The falling silver blade passed over the lower circular frame of the chandelier and was cancelled. With a clear sword whistle from the rising dragon, it was suddenly pulled out!
This Rising Dragon Slash drew a very imaginative arc. Mu Yuchengfeng hurriedly lowered her head and pointed the muzzle at her feet, but the route of the Rising Dragon Slash suddenly turned a corner. In a hurry, Su Mucheng
There is no other way to stop it. It can only fire the anti-tank gun with the fastest speed, the lowest level, and the widest coverage.
The three anti-tank guns formed a perfect triangle, but they failed to stop the swordsman. The arc drawn by the Shenglong Slash was extremely subtle, and the sword river wind easily passed through the smoke of the shells.
, only a flash, passing above the chandelier.
The opponent's operation is not perfect... In other words, the female gunner of the Chinese team is not a top-notch operator. So, since you let me get close, you can't get the upper hand!
Li Haoji thought to himself, and without hesitation, he flicked the mouse quickly. The Dragon Slash was cancelled, and the swordsman turned back and struck a sword, pressing down hard. The light sword brought a whistling sound at this moment, and when heard through the headphones, it turned out to be heavy.
"This three-stage movement of falling - rising - falling is very exciting! Even Su Mucheng was fooled! The gunner's melee ability is the lowest among the 24 professions. If a swordsman gets close to him, it will be terrible.
It’s enough for Mu Yuchengfeng to drink a pot. Su Mucheng needs to think of a solution quickly..."
The Swiss commentator's tone was half admiration and half teasing, but he was not responsible for giving the answer. The answer was in the deduction of all professional players, in Su Mucheng's mind, and in the response of Korean swordsman Li Haoji.
What will your opponent do?
dodge?
Or on top?
It shouldn't be difficult for Mu Yuchengfeng to dodge. There is no contact between the two sides now, and the lightsaber has not yet struck the other party. If the female gunner wants to retreat, she can retreat at any time;
Using the thinking she was accustomed to in this competition, she has a high chance of directly opening the stable gun mount and fighting with herself while standing on the chandelier...
Still not moving?
Really not moving?
Should, still, stabilize the gun mount!
So many thoughts ran through Li Haoji's mind in an instant. The sharp blade in Jian Hefeng's hand pointed at his feet, slashed out with the sword, and threw himself behind Mu Yu Chengfeng. Before he landed, there was a slight "click" in the earphones.
sound.
Mu Yuchengfeng leaned against the iron chain, turned in a very small circle on the chandelier, and faced him face to face. On both sides of the increasingly larger muzzle on the screen in front of her, bright blue lights lit up again...
Another magnetic cannon?
Dual control, cool down and clear, then connect the magnetic cannon?!
Jianhe Feng was finally unable to avoid this magnetic cannon. The shell hit him almost straight in the face, attracted the swordsman's body and flew out, drawing a subtle arc, and then, with a nearly vertical arc,
The angle falls downwards.
Jian Hefeng, who tried his best to raise his perspective, could see that Mu Yu Chengfeng, who was standing firmly above the chandelier with his legs spread apart, raised the heavy cannon on his shoulder and aimed the shining muzzle at close range, as if it could swallow the sun.
The chain...
boom!
boom!
boom!
Amidst the steady sound of cannons, the iron chains rattled and finally broke. The entire crystal bronze chandelier was a thousand times plainer than in the original opera - mainly because all the tassels were chopped off in the previous scene -
However, it fell suddenly in a manner that was not lacking in lethality at all.
The cannonball of the magnetic cannon hovered leisurely one meter above the ground. Jian Hefeng struggled for a while, then struggled again, but the system determined that the magnetic cannon's adsorption force was not something he could resist, so he could only look up helplessly.
Mu Yu Chengfeng raised her head and fired continuously.
And the heavy bronze chandelier subtly moved at an angle under the reaction force of the flying cannon - only the flying cannon could give such a strong reaction force. And, because of this crucial deviation,
A huge shadow shrouded the swordsman's head...
Nothing can describe the loud noise of the chandelier falling down.
The earth shook. The stage floor covered by the holographic projection trembled. The entire screen from Jianhe Feng's perspective shook as if it was about to collapse on the spot.
On the playing field, a loud scream reached into the sky, almost lifting the roof off.
Fortunately, many in the audience had watched "Phantom of the Opera". Even if they hadn't, they had heard about the big chandelier that was destined to fall. Fortunately, the match between Dancing Rain and Jian Hefeng was already the first in the arena competition.
After three performances, the audience who had never heard of this meme had become mentally prepared through the science popularization in the seats next to them... Otherwise, the whole scene of broadcasting to appease the audience would have to happen again.
The luck of the audience is not the luck of the players. Mu Yuchengfeng's next operation made things even worse for the swordsman: at the last moment, he jumped away with his spear and detonated the magnetic bomb, and then launched all his big moves without hesitation.
The heat-sensing missile raised a mushroom cloud, the satellite beam cast a bright light, and then eight small light beams rotated rapidly...
The health of the swordsman of the Korean team was reduced to the bottom in one breath in such a way that made people feel helpless and desperate.
"I finally understand why Lao Ye has been struggling with the chandelier for so long..."
Amidst the heartfelt applause of the Chinese team, Huang Shaotian half admired, half complained, lay on Yu Wenzhou's shoulder, and whispered to his captain in a loud and fair voice: