"Hey, let's go."

"Hmm."

Time seems to freeze, the colors of the world have faded, and the spotlight has only fallen on the two young people standing at both ends - in Xiang Nanxing's wishes, if he is in a TV series at this time, it should be such a scene.

It's a pity that here is the reality.

He leaned on the doorframe for a very short time, resting, and then straightened his back, bounced up, and stood up straight. His right hand raised his pistol forward, aiming at Nangong Tai, who was standing. Even if it means nothing to know his marksmanship for such a master, it at least clearly shows his attitude.

The source of the intense hostility he felt from the moment he pushed the door in was here. He even suspected that if it weren't for the fact that he hadn't taken Nangong Qian's feelings into account, this killer king would have torn him up before he could show up.

"But anyway, I won." He looked at Nangong Tai and said word by word, "The dignified Nangong family, this bet should still be counted, right?" ”

On the other side, Qiu Banxia cautiously took a step forward and put on a posture that he could shoot at any time. In terms of rules, as Xiang Nanxing said, it is their victory at this time, two wins, there is no doubt about it. But looking at Nangong Tai's face at this time, it made people feel that he might not accept this result obediently.

If he wants to break out, the next thing is her job as a host.

And Nangong Qian on the side already felt that her breathing was about to stop in this tense atmosphere.

Fortunately, Nangong Tai didn't do anything for a while.

"You won?" He simply asked.

Xiang Nanxing choked expressionlessly: "I'm just standing here, what do you say." ”

Nangong Tai sneered: "But you look almost a dead person." ”

He's right. Autumn and summer secretly thought. Although the two projection lights were destroyed before the two sides officially met just now, judging from the trend at that time, this battle was absolutely unavoidable, and it was really remarkable that Xiang Nanxing was able to come here, but it must have cost him a lot to overcome the obstruction of Nangong Huangqi.

No, there is a more important question before that: how did he win?

In terms of shooting skills, Nangong Huangqi is certainly not as good as the two geniuses here, but it is more than enough to be stronger than Xiang Nanxing. The overwhelming win-loss ratio between the two before illustrates this point. In the last round, Xiang Nanxing won, but looking at the mark, it was only a small victory, which could not be compared with the previous big defeats of six shots in a row. In the absence of live ammunition, the damage caused by special bullets depends more on the accumulation of quantity, and in this regard, the damage caused by Xiang Nanxing to the opponent is probably not as great as one percent of the damage caused to him by the opponent.

So in this last battle, he faced not only the problem of inferior skills, but also the overall backwardness of physical condition. Seeing that Xiang Nanxing looked like he was struggling to even stand at this time, he must have been seriously injured in this battle, and Nangong Tai said that he looked almost a dead man, which was not wrong at all.

However, his confident appearance sometimes makes people forget these things.

"Anyway, it's me who wins." Xiang Nanxing smiled, "Of course, that guy is not having a good time, and I can be regarded as avenging the previous beating into a sieve...... Hey, this big brother Nangong! ”

He turned to Nangong Jingzhi, who had been facing away from him: "That Nangong Huangqi said that he fought on your behalf?" Thank you for quitting, and the last one was hearty, and I enjoyed it. ”

Nangong Jingzhi didn't look back, like a wooden man, deaf to his words. On the contrary, Nangong Tai on the side showed a slightly surprised look. Qiu Banxia could understand this feeling, because she herself heard something unexpected from Xiang Nanxing's words.

She originally thought that Xiang Nanxing had relied on the small means she had used before to avoid the head-on battle and win by skill. For example, using some means to grab the first shot, and after the hit, try to move to another room to delay time or something. But the word he just used was "hearty"? This means that he and that Nangong Huangqi are hard to face?

"How did you do that?" Curiosity aroused, and even she couldn't help but ask.

Xiang Nanxing glanced at her, smiled, and gently moved his left arm, which was still a little sore.

"Relying on improvised reloading, and ......"

"Ammunition count."

A few minutes ago, when the gunfire suddenly stopped, Shen Lingshuang had already appeared in that room.

Previously, she had a guess in her mind about how many rounds a revolver could fire in ten seconds, but after that, she would adjust that number up to five times. It wasn't an exaggeration, it was something that was actually happening in reality, and when she entered the room, she tried to look calmer, but the look of surprise on her face hadn't completely faded.

"Alright, the attack time is over, now please put the gun down - hang down! Putting it on your waist doesn't count as putting it down. ”

In order to control the two guys who were excited to look at them while they still had a little sense, she directly reached out and took their pistols. Although Nangong Huangqi looked like he was still unsatisfied, he still obeyed the rules after all. On the contrary, when he received Xiang Nanxing's side, Shen Lingshuang grabbed the body of the gun and pumped it, but Xiang Nanxing's hand was still clenched tightly, as if it had been connected to the handle of the gun.

"I'm sorry, I can't help it." Xiang Nanxing smiled bitterly.

Shen Lingshuang noticed that his hand was still shaking, and the end of the finger holding the gun had completely turned white, and it seemed that he had used a lot of strength. She nodded, checked the empty magazine, and then held it as he could.

"Alright, then announce the winner." She cleared her throat. At the same time as she put away the pistol just now, she had already counted the number of bullets on both sides. There are quite a few shots on both sides, but it is not too difficult for the host to count them at a glance.

Xiang Nanxing secretly swallowed his saliva, and he couldn't help but feel a little apprehensive in his heart. This round he really gave it his all. Just now, he not only used the shooting skills he learned on the fly, but also used the loading skills that he had been practicing when he had free time since the start of the competition, and even threw all the bullets he collected all the way on.

He knew that his crosshair was not enough, and using this unfamiliar spear technique would further reduce the hit rate, so the quality was not enough, and he could only rely on quantity to make up. He used fast reloading to make up for the disadvantage in his shooting speed, increasing the number of shots, and at the same time relying on the advantage in the number of bullets he accumulated, so that the next few seconds completely turned into him shooting alone, and Nangong Huangqi was just a one-sided dodge.

You must know that before this, in order to catch up with him, Nangong Huangqi had been taking the shortest route, which caused him to explore not as many rooms as Xiang Nanxing, and the accumulated bullets were slightly less. In addition, he had fixed six bullets in every previous battle, and Xiang Nanxing sometimes failed to shoot even one bullet, which was beneficial to him, but it also increased the consumption of bullets.

Although both of them ran out of bullets, Xiang Nanxing shot almost two or three times as many bullets as him.

But can this extra ammunition be converted into victory?

"It's a pity that this round is tied in terms of the number of hits."

Shen Lingshuang's words shattered Xiang Nanxing's hopes of a direct victory. She glanced at him regretfully, and then said: "According to the evaluation criteria, if the number of hits is the same, the comparison is to kill the number of hits, and ...... in this regard."

Needless to say, Xiang Nanxing also guessed the result. His shooting was not completely controlled, how many bullets just grazed the opponent's body, but in contrast, Nangong Huangqi was aimed at his vital point, and the result was obvious compared to this.

It's yourself who loses.

He knew it.

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