"Drink!" Feng Bujue yelled lightly, jumped back a step, bent his legs slightly, and stood upright, then crossed his hands in front of his chest, and said, "Eat my Big Spitium Ray!"
"Nani!" Qi Sha was startled when he heard this. △, before the match, Dao Feng had also investigated some information about Hell Front, but he had never heard of Feng Bujue's skill of Spyium Ray.
Two seconds later, only to hear...
"Heaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa—"
The above voice was not caused by skills, but was dubbed by Feng Bujue himself. His hands didn't emit any light either, they just stood there trembling pretentiously.
"What... are you doing..." Looking at Feng Bujue's behavior, Qi Sha muttered with a twitching corner of his mouth.
"Hmph..." Feng Bujue snorted coldly, "Obviously, I'm bluffing nonsense."
"That's it..." Qi Sha not only twitched the corners of his mouth, but his eyelids also began to twitch involuntarily, "I can do it to this extent..."
As he said that, he took a step forward and blasted his fists: "Hundreds of Four Styles. Wild Bite!"
Feng Bujue knew very well that the other party was not like him... It was just talk, the seven kills were really made.
As mentioned in the previous article, Hundreds of Four Styles. Wild Bite is a fighting skill that consumes only 100 physical energy, and its damage is not high, but... this move is positioned as a B-level skill, just because... it is a skill that can be connected The "starting moves" of several follow-up skills; once hit by this move, the subsequent straight period is likely to be taken away by a set of combos.
Therefore, Brother Jue, who has an insight into this point, will definitely not meet this blow.
"Ha! How naive! Am I going to let you catch this kind of flaw!" Feng Bujue activated [Spiritual Consciousness Gathering Technique - Change] while provoking his opponent, and suddenly moved to the side.
But he never expected...
Crackling—
In the next second, Brother Jue's body made a series of cracking joints, and his posture suddenly froze.
"What!" Feng Bujue was startled, "Oh no! This body can't bear the load of the Spiritual Consciousness Gathering Technique..."
He thought about it. The fist of Seven Kills has already reached: "Hmph... Although I don't know the reason, it seems that you made a proper mistake..."
After all, an old punch... oh no... a small punch hit Feng Bujue's stomach.
Brother Jue, who was already unsteady on his feet, was hit by this punch, and his whole body floated more than ten centimeters; the double damage caused by his own skills and external forces made his body enter a state of near paralysis in a short period of time, completely Can't move.
"It's an ideal combo sandbag..." Qi Sha read while preparing his back move, "Then I won't be polite!"
Ping—
It was too late to say it, and then it was too late, Qisha's fighting spirit exploded, and he turned to follow up, and shouted: "[Wuying Blast Heavy Duanjiao]!"
This move. It is aimed at the floating target, and its overall action is to suddenly turn around and stand up, starting with a 720-degree three-stage cross-spin kick in the air, followed by a super-high-speed shotgun-style kick that lasts for several seconds. If they hit all of them, the target will hit twenty or thirty legs in a row within four seconds, and the damage is astonishing.
And the current Feng Bujue... Just like Qisha said, because of an unexpected mistake caused by a script setting, he has become in a sandbag-like state, unable to react at all.
"It's not good..." that moment. Even Feng Bujue couldn't help thinking, "Maybe he died here because of this mistake!"
"I'm sorry, Brother Feng..." When the first two kicks of the skill hit, Qi Kill had confidently declared victory. "Looks like I won... eh? Ah? Yeah—" But he couldn't finish his sentence, because after he kicked the third kick, his whole body flew over Feng Bujue's head... so that the next twenty or so kicks All fell flat.
"Is there any mistake!" About five seconds later, the seven kills landed. Couldn't help but complain loudly.
When he looked back, Feng Bujue had already regained his strength, and had already swallowed a survival value supplement to refill his blood.
"Ha... It seems that my height saved my life..." Feng Bujue wiped away a trace of blood from the corner of his mouth with a smile. Facing the opponent, he rearranged his posture.
"Damn it... I've obviously become a child, and the ratio of my height has basically remained the same. It stands to reason that such a situation wouldn't happen..." Qi Sha read thoughtfully when he turned around.
What he said was a bit of an "justification" for himself, because the scene in mid-air just now made him a little embarrassed... It's like throwing a skill at a bloody enemy, and at the same time turning back confidently... But the opponent didn't die .
"Nonsense, the height ratio has not changed, but your weight has become lighter..." Feng Bujue continued, "When I was a child, I almost didn't feel anything when I jumped to the ground from a height higher than my ribs; when I was a teenager, I would I feel pain in my feet; and if it is an adult, it may be injured. The reverse is also the same... Even if the power of the skill and your physical fitness are weakened in proportion, when you actually use it, the result will still be caused by changes in some physical quantities Deviation on the
Obviously, the above passage is also a kind of "justification". Brother Jue explained his "mistake" just now by responding to the other party's question.
"Hmm... so that's the case." Qi Sha nodded and said, "As expected of Brother Feng, the analysis is really fast."
"Thank you~ Thank you~" Feng Bujue also nodded slightly.
The two looked at each other calmly and sympathetically, and found a place to go down the stairs together by exchanging and flattering each other.
"But..." Now that the face-saving project is done, the politeness will stop here. At the next sentence, Seven Kills will change the subject, "Can you really tell me this information?"
"It doesn't matter." Feng Bujue also changed his expression and tone, and replied arrogantly, "Say it or not...it doesn't have much impact on my victory."
After the voice fell behind, the two fell into a silent confrontation again, and the second round of confrontation... was about to start.
And at this moment, another person joined the battle group.
"Hehe... the two of you have already signed up." At this moment, a familiar voice suddenly sounded from behind Brother Jue.
Along with that voice, there is also a "shadow"...
Feng Bujue turned his head when he heard the sound, and found himself surrounded by the tall figure of the speaker.
"It's really you, Brother Feng." Long Aomin looked at Brother Jue, who was several heads shorter than himself, with condescending eyes, and said with a smile, "Hehe... I might not even recognize it without looking at the clothes."
"But I can recognize you without looking at your clothes..." Feng Bujue looked at the "child" who was 1.7 meters tall and had a 30-year-old man's face in front of him, and made a complaint from the bottom of his heart.
"Ah... I matured a little earlier." Brother Long replied with a smile. "The sports school I went to since I was a child was trained as a top player, but it's a pity that I didn't become a professional athlete..."
Feng Bujue didn't have the time to listen to these things at the moment. Before the other party finished speaking, he slid past Long Ge's side and ran, yelling as he ran, "Cheating—destroyed!" Goodness! The system is shameless!"
But seeing this guy rushing wildly, like a bereaved dog, hungry like a thirsty deer, he didn't even want his bicycle...
After about two seconds of stunned. Only then did Qisha and Long Aomin come to their senses at the same time, and they couldn't help shouting in unison: "Hey—"
They really did not expect that Feng Bujue would run away brazenly. When the two came back to their senses, they immediately turned around and chased after them, shouting a line that would not work in 99% of the cases: "Stop!"
"Stand you [beep—]!" Feng Bujue turned his head and cursed loudly when he was more than ten meters away (due to his physical fitness, running two seconds earlier did not let him open too much distance), "You [beep—]]Tell me this is ten years old? Like you...you don’t need to show your ID to buy cigarettes, alcohol, or playboys!”
"Can you control me when I develop early!" Brother Long and Brother Jue are very close, he has long been used to this level of complaints, and he can bear it. "If you have the guts, don't run away!"
"Who cares about you? If you don't run, you will definitely die!" Feng Bujue continued, "I warn you...you chase me again and call the police!"
"Hmph... call the police?" Before Brother Long could reply, Qi Kill sneered beside him, "Does the police also care about children fighting?"
"Help!" Who knows. Feng Bujue then started to yell, "Bright daylight, bright heaven and earth! There is a pedophile and his minions who want to catch me back [beep-]!"
"Damn it?" Brother Long and Qisha were startled at the time, they had never seen such a brazen person in battle.
But... Feng Bujue's yell did not attract much attention from passers-by. First, the number of passers-by is not too many; second. In any case, at least in the eyes of those npcs, Brother Long is still a "child". At most, they are teenagers; third, all three of them are wearing "Halloween-themed" costumes, which makes Jue's words unconvincing.
So, the three of them just chased each other and ran wildly on the walking path in the community... I don't know when it will be the end.
...
At the same time, hundreds of miles away from the player's location.
At an altitude of 10,000 meters, a commercial cargo plane with the Broning logo printed on its fuselage was flying smoothly.
In the cockpit, a pilot in a shirt is complaining to his co-pilot: "What a frustrating job... isn't it, man."
"Huh?" The co-pilot seemed inexplicable, "What's wrong?"
"What's the matter?" the pilot continued in a teasing tone, "We are using the junk cargo transformed from a World War II bomber to carry a pile of wooden boxes containing dead people. Should I throw a party to celebrate this?"
"Really?" the co-pilot shrugged, "Then you might as well think about it... Did our 'passengers' complain? Airsick? Did they ask you for almonds?"
After hearing this sentence, the pilot smiled knowingly: "Well... you are right, this job is really good, we should be happy about it."
Like most cutscenes in low-budget horror films, these two guys have limited and uninspiring lines, making you wonder if the writers spilled coffee on their own pants while writing these lines. However, the main purpose of this kind of bridge is still achieved, which is to convey some information to the audience.
Rumble—
While the two pilots were talking, suddenly, there was a strange noise coming from the rear cabin.
After hearing the sound, the two turned their heads very synchronously, looked at each other, and then looked at the rear hatch together.
"I thought they were dead," read the pilot half-jokingly.
"Yes, they are dead," the co-pilot responded.
After a brief silence, the pilot took off the earphones and stood up: "I have to... I have to go to the back to check."
"Well..." The co-pilot put on a noncommittal look, chewing gum and replied, "ok, then I'll stay here and make some weird noises."
So far, the two have been in a more relaxed state, not taking the voice very seriously.
Of course, this is also the usual style of horror film characters. They tend to sneer at those small and weird phenomena, but at the same time they won't let them go, and they have to find out.
And this kind of logically contradictory behavior is the main reason why they receive bento...
Click—
With the door of the cabin opened, the pilot quickly stepped inside.
The two sides of the cabin are full of large boxes covered by net bags, and there is an unfixed rectangular box in the middle. For some reason, the lights in the cabin were red, forcing the pilot to check with a flashlight.
In short, he simply scanned with a flashlight and found nothing unusual. But just when he was about to go back, suddenly...
creak—
A bat screamed and flashed, and flew towards him.
Seeing this, the pilot screamed instinctively, and squatted sideways to avoid it. After dodging the attack, he cursed and said, "Come on, come out, you bastard, where are you?"
He turned around while cursing, trying to search for the trace of the bat, but unexpectedly, when he turned around, what came into view... was a man in a black evening dress and a black cloak.
This "person" had a pale and frightening face, sharp facial features, exposed fangs, and combed back hair.
This classic shape of Dracula has appeared in many literary and film and television works, and has basically been deeply rooted in the hearts of the people.
Generally speaking, we would think... the earl would jump on the pilot's neck and suck the blood dry in an instant.
However, this Dracula in the world of "The Rangers" is a very non-mainstream existence.
Boom—
Even the pilot himself didn't expect that in the next second, he was actually punched.
That's right, this Dracula didn't jump on people to suck blood, nor did he use some kind of cool ability...such as telekinesis or hypnosis...to deal with the opponent.
What he did... just raised one hand, and punched the opponent cleanly... (..)