But the facts were right in front of him, and Tang Wulin did that. The remote mecha opposite was confused. He could only keep circling around the periphery of Tang Wulin's mecha and constantly launching guns and bombarding.

If you compete for energy consumption, the long-range mecha will definitely not worry. If you continue to bombard like this, the melee mecha will definitely not be able to withstand it first. The big gun pierces the shells and will also be shocked and consume energy.

The defense of the long-range mecha is not good and its speed is weaker than that of the melee mecha, but the overall energy reserve is much more than that of the melee mecha. This consumption is what the long-range mecha needs to see the most.

At this time, Tang Wulin's opponent was just thinking, why did he meet a strange guy? Is this here to die? Or how?

But Tang Wulin's feeling was different again. In his feelings, the shells that kept bombarding the opposite side were testing the guns for him. Every time the gun was stabbed, the trajectory was like marks imprinted in his mind. In just a moment, hundreds of guns had been stabbed, and hundreds of marks remained in his consciousness.

This feeling is so wonderful. Punch it out, retract it, and then stab it out.

The king of soldiers, the road to the king!

The energy of both sides is constantly decreasing. The melee mechas have not dodged and are bombarded by long-range mechas. Even if they are blocked with weapons, the consumption will be much faster. Tang Wulin's mecha energy has entered a dangerous stage ten minutes later.

The lights in the internal control room turned red, prompting him. But Tang Wulin still calmly controlled the mecha to stab a spear every time it stabbed.

With thousands of men pointing to each other, this is the essence of this stance.

Old Tang told Tang Wulin that if you want to practice this move, you must shoot at least tens of millions of times in actual combat.

Thousands of shots were shot in actual combat! What a huge number of them. But Tang Wulin was never discouraged. The battle in front of him was the best practice.

"Didi!" The alarm sounded, and the energy was less than one-tenth.

The artillery fire on the opposite side became more and more fierce, and it was obvious that the total amount of energy he had in this standard mecha was calculated in detail.

Tang Wulin's melee melee melee finally moved. His body suddenly rushed out, and the thrust behind him shone brightly. When the energy had reached the last moment, he still controlled the melee melee to rush out.

Of course he has to win. Only when he wins will there be the next game and more people will let him practice guns.

The mecha master in the distance mecha had a trace of disdain at the corner of his mouth, and finally he remembered to counterattack? How could it be?

The propulsion device was also turned on, and suddenly accelerated, quickly setting a distance to the side. Even if the melee mecha was faster, it was not much faster. In this case, it was simply a fantasy to catch up with him by taking advantage of a burst.

What puzzled the ranged mecha master even more was that the spear in the other party's mecha's hand did not stop, and it quickly pierced out and stabbed in the air. However, the standard mecha suddenly lit up, lit up a golden light.

Soul power injection?

In addition to the energy provided by the soul guide battery, the mecha can also be injected into energy by the soul master to fight. Seeing that Tang Wulin has reached this point, the ranged mecha master is not surprised but happy. While setting a distance, he continues to launch attacks slowly. To be exhausted, every ranged mecha master has a firm heart and sufficient patience.

But at this moment, he suddenly felt something was wrong. Because he found that his control of the mecha suddenly slowed down, and an indescribable fear suddenly appeared deep in his heart. Even such a huge mecha could not relieve his inner fear. Invisible pressure was filled with the air.

And just then, he saw the huge spear in the mecha rushing towards him, and the huge spear seemed to pierce hundreds of guns, and there was a faint golden light flashing at the front of the spear.

The two mechas approached quickly!

The ranged mecha master clearly wanted to control his mecha to accelerate again, but invisibly, something seemed to suppress him, which made his movements slow down.

This competition venue is quite huge for soul master battles, but for mechas with a height of more than ten meters, a sudden acceleration is enough to bring the distance closer to a close!

What's going on?

The ranged mecha master was shocked, and the gun shadow with golden light had completely covered his mecha.

The martial soul is released! It's too late.

Everything was beyond judgment. When his mecha was shattered and he was sent out of the competition venue, he didn't understand how he lost.

Tang Wulin looked at the mecha in front of him that had turned into wreckage, and looked at the spear in his mecha's hand, the road to the king, the heart of the king!

He murmured these eight words in his heart, and suddenly, a trace of enlightenment arose in his heart.

The forward rush just now was not to really close the distance, but to release the trace of gun in your heart.

The opponent's cultivation was obviously not high. With his gun intention, his mind was shocked. Even if there was a mecha barrier, it could not stop the shock. It was under such circumstances that Tang Wulin pulled the distance closer and solved it with one shot.

Of course, he could not be regarded as a threat to thousands of people, and he could not even be considered a fur. But in this short period of time, under the guidance of Lao Tang, Tang Wulin had already touched the edge of a spear. Although it was just a preliminary feeling, it was enough to make his understanding of the spear reach a higher level.

A king controls the world! He is rich in everything. A king is guided by thousands of people and his heart is like a rock.

If you want to use the King's Spear, you must first have a King's Heart.

The heart of a king is the belief of winning and the persistence of the gun!

After leaving the Star Battle Network, Tang Wulin released his golden dragon spear as soon as possible and held it tightly in his hand. He decided that from today on, the gun will never leave his hand! Only by truly feeling it, getting close to it, and being obsessed with it can he truly become one with it.

Hungry, go to have a meal!

When Tang Wulin walked into the cafeteria with a golden dragon spear, it was so eye-catching. However, there was never a requirement in the Blood God Legion that you should not carry weapons when you eat.

After all, in some dangerous situations, the battle against abyss creatures will begin at any time, and everyone is always in control of weapons.

Tang Wulin only bought one meal, which is of course the best window No. 1. Now, he has made many achievements in promoting the rank of military. He can't treat himself badly.

Hold the gun in your left hand and eat with your right hand!

"Yohe, brother, what are you stimulating?" Jiang Wuyue sat down next to Tang Wulin, looked at the golden dragon spear he was holding, and couldn't help but ask in surprise.

Tang Wulin smiled and said, "It's nothing. I've been practicing marksmanship recently. I feel better with a gun."

"You just eat so little?" Looking at the exquisite food on the plate in front of Tang Wulin, Jiang Wuyue couldn't help swallowing his saliva.

Tang Wulin only noticed that Jiang Wuyue's military rank on her shoulder had been promoted to colonel. It seems that a tide of the abyss brought faster promotion to those with ability.

"Congratulations! Colonel." Tang Wulin smiled.

Jiang Wuyue said: "Why haven't you changed? In theory, based on your performance that day, you should be a captain, right? I should congratulate you, you are all in the Blood God Camp, I have no trace of the Blood God Camp. My father said that my martial soul is domineering, but after reaching the Ninth Ring Road, I will be weak after all, because it is not the real bloodline of the true dragon. I guess the Blood God Camp did not like me because of this."

Tang Wulin said in surprise: "You are the Tyrannosaurus Rex martial soul! You still don't like this Blood God Camp?"

Jiang Wuyue said: "I have heard rumors that martial souls must have the ultimate Douluo foundation to be qualified to enter the Blood God Camp. You are obviously OK. So you are already a non-staff member. You have to know that in our legion, I don't know how many people are working hard to get such a place. You have only been here for a few days! It's really enviable, jealous and hateful."

"Please have a meal No. 1," Tang Wulin said with a smile.

Jiang Wuyue's eyes lit up, "One serving is a bit too much to eat!"

"Then I won't invite you." If you didn't really have a good impression of him, Tang Wulin wouldn't have treated you casually!

Jiang Wuyue laughed, "Okay, one portion should be one portion."

The two of them were having a chat while eating. Naturally, they talked about the Stark Battle Network All-Federal Challenge.

"The first round has passed. I am praying now that I will not meet you in the knockout round before entering the first thirty-two." Jiang Wuyue said seriously.

Tang Wulin smiled bitterly and said, "Do you think I would like to meet you?"

Jiang Wuyue said: "With your strength, it should be no big problem to enter the top 32. However, in this kind of competition, there is always some luck. Look at luck. However, it seems that you attach great importance to it!"

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Chapter completed!