For example, the sudden acceleration of the third shot just now... was designed based on Brother Jue's lack of information.

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[Type: Weapon]

[Quality: perfect]

[Attack power: strong]

[Attribute: None]

[Special Effect: Miracle Blow]

[Equipment conditions: Shooting Specialization A]

[Remarks: This is an old-fashioned Soviet-made rifle without any optical sighting equipment, but a sniper hero used it to create a solo battle for 32 days, firing 442 times, killing 214 enemies, and himself unscathed.

... a miraculous record. Many years later, this gun reappeared in the world, with a line of text engraved on its body - We are all sharpshooters, and every bullet destroys an enemy.]

It's not that Brother Jue has never seen the special effects of Xiao Ling's weapon. It's just... that he couldn't judge the specific effects just by looking at the words "miracle strike", so he suffered a big loss just now.

"Huh...are you still coming..." After five or six seconds, the first magazines of the two Uzis were basically empty. Although Xiaoling, with his cross-shooting method and superb bullet-changing skills, could almost make him

The strafing is seamless, but the reduction of barrage is inevitable after all.

Feng Bujue took advantage of the fact that this was not an opportunity, and used his own move [Moon Step - Continuous Flash] to open a bloody path at the cost of taking three or four bullets. He drew the two of them closer in one breath.

distance between.

However, Xiao Ling still looked confident: "Captain, the real killing move... is about to begin."

"Ah... well done." Feng Bujue replied.

In this fierce and dangerous battle, these two people can still talk very easily and even praise each other. This can be regarded as a reflection of their psychological quality...

Click——click——

The next second, I heard the sound of two metal inserts... [Moon Killer] and [Meteor Star] came out in response.

In this battle, Xiaoling took full advantage of being a gunslinger and effectively used "every distance" between her and her opponent. Every time Feng Bujue got closer, he had to pay a price.

, and his situation is becoming more and more dangerous.

"Well...her [Moon Killer] and [Meteor Star] are both automatically calibrated. In addition, her own shooting specialization is also A level. At this distance, it is almost impossible to dodge her bullets.

I can think of ways to defend myself." In the face of adversity, Feng Bujue's brain started to work rapidly, and his beyond-boundary thinking speed made everything in front of him seem to stop. "But my hands are useless, and basically all props are useless.

You can't use it, and you can't use Death Poker... [Artemis' Embrace] is not immune to her special ice and fire bullets. At most, it can reduce some damage..." He thought of this and looked at the game menu, "Previously

A lot of blood was knocked out by [Holy Arbitration], and the injuries on my hands and [Spiritual Concentration Technique-Change] are also slowly reducing my survival value. At this moment, the remaining 19% of my survival value can only survive at most.

…Two shots.”

Feng Bujue's estimate is very accurate. Regardless of their attributes, the basic attack power of Xiaoling's two psychic weapons is "extremely strong". It is absolutely impossible to defend them all based on the defense of the equipment. In this situation,

At this distance, even if he misses a vital part, one shot will result in a loss of 7%-9% of his survival value. After two shots, Feng Bujue, who has only single digits of health left, will definitely die.

"If I can't use my hands, I can't take things out of my bag... If I can't take things out, I can't get the survival points supplement... Without the survival points, the Spiritual Consciousness Gathering Technique has to stop... and I lose it.

With the support of super speed, at this distance of seven or eight meters, she can do whatever she wants with my last bit of blood..." Feng Bujue had already deduced what would happen next in his mind, "Then... a comeback

The only hope lies between these two shots..."

The severe pain and desperate situation did not have any negative impact on him. On the contrary, he made his spiritual platform clear and clear, and his thoughts surged: "I have three seconds to end this battle... After three seconds, if she is not dead, I will lose."

.In other words... I have to kill the opponent instantly." After thinking about it, he had already come to the conclusion, "With my current physical condition, the distance between me and her, and this condescending state... I only have one skill that can do it.

Choice, I'm afraid I only have this skill... I can forcibly kill a level 46 player from the front."

After seeing this, all readers must have come to a conclusion.

That's right...[Qigong Cannon]!

Feng Bujue's thoughts were like lightning, and all the analysis just now was completed in an instant. After making up his mind, he raised his two bloody and burnt hands tremblingly to his eyes, and tried his best to bend his fingers and use

He formed a trapezoidal "frame" with his hands and aimed at the little spirit on the ground.

"Qigong cannon?" Xiao Ling also reacted quickly. She knew that Brother Jue was about to die soon and was ready to make a desperate move. "Humph... stop dreaming..."

In this life-and-death situation, Xiao Ling was not hot-headed or impetuous. She knew very well... the one who couldn't afford to be held back was Feng Bujue.

Therefore, when the two guns fired continuously, Xiao Ling moved suddenly... trying to escape the attack range of the qigong cannon.

"Huh... so naive..." Feng Bujue laughed. Although when he laughed, two bullets had already hit his body, reducing his survival value to 4%, but... he still

Showing a winner's smile.

boom--

In less than half a second, the qigong cannon was launched.

Where Xiao Ling was, the intense energy blasted out a trapezoidal pit that was embedded diagonally into the ground.

[The player, Sad Ling Xiao Gu, is dead.] The system prompts, announcing Brother Jue’s victory.

However, he didn't have time to celebrate. The first thing he did was to release the [Spiritual Consciousness Gathering Technique - Change] and descend from the sky.

After falling back to the ground, the influence of [Qigong Cannon] on the caster continued, giving Brother Jue a feeling of weakness and dizziness like exhaustion. But Feng Bujue still gritted his teeth and persisted, slowly kneeling down (

He was afraid that he would bleed out if he fell to the ground.

"Supplements, supplements..." As if to remind himself what to take, he repeated these three words in his mouth. When his mind was dizzy, this kind of psychological suggestion might actually be useful.

"Hiss—" Holding back the severe pain, Feng Bujue inserted his injured arm into the bag's mouth. This move caused him to lose another 1% of his health.

It took ten seconds for Brother Jue to reluctantly pull out the bottle of survival supplement from his bag...

"Huh... I'm saved..." Finally, with only 1% of his blood remaining, he drank the medicine and regained his life. (To be continued, please search Piao Tian Literature, the novel is better and updated faster!
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