Chapter 193: A Difficult Battle
"Master, it's too strong!"
Witnessing the scene of the stranger dodging the gun, the blood-stained remnant sun clenched his fists in the joints, and a pair of buttonholes burst out with an even more intense cyan light.
"Oh! Strange clown..."
The third-rate move seemed to recall some bad experience, and shrunk in his chair and trembled.
"I didn't expect it..."Teng Teng Commentary spat out a puff of smoke with a faint gaze, "Even after so many years, the strange guy still maintains the level of a super-first-class emperor slaughterer, if not..."
Teng Teng Commentary shook his head regretfully, and did not say the second half of the sentence.
If it weren't for the Holy Exorcist Hunter's skin being too restrained by the chainsaw clown,
I'm afraid that the stranger's dodge-gun operation just now has already been successful, and it is enough to go down in the history of the game of Horror Nightmare!
On the other side, the King of Lava, whose body was surrounded by billowing flames, also sighed helplessly.
"Disgusting Holy Exorcist Hunter."
It exhales a breath of heat that distorts the air.
Oh?
Some of the Emperor Slaughterers and Emperors of Man sitting around the Shadow of Time lit up one after another.
Speaking of which,
This second-generation peak slaughter emperor can be said to be the most vocal of all the people present.
In that era when the first generation of peak slaughtering emperors retreated,
The third-rate routine of using the Holy Exorcist Hunter skin can be said to have dealt a dimensionality reduction blow to the Emperor Slaughter circle.
And among them,
The Shadow of Time, who has not yet become the peak of the Emperor Slayer, is one of the few leaders who can wrestle with the third-rate team head-on.
"Bullet packs for separating time." The Shadow of Time muttered softly, staring at the bullet pack pendant on the waist of the third-rate routine, and raised its voice slightly, "In the face of such a character, will the Chainsaw Clown really have a chance of winning?" β
"He's able to divide the overall stun time of the bullet into a second-by-second stun duration."
"Besides, there's the negative status attached to each bullet..."
After speaking,
The Lava King clasped his hands to his chest and was silent.
"Ugh."
Hearing the Shadow of Time's speech, Teng Teng Commentary shook his head again with disapproval.
Only as a professional commentator can he understand the meaning of the words of the Shadow of Time.
For example, a Hunter player without any talent or perk bonuses can stun an executioner with a shotgun for nine seconds.
The third-rate routine is to be able to use the bullet pack pendant on his waist to split the bullet with a total stun duration of nine seconds into nine bullets with a stun duration of one second.
What's more, with the bonus of talent and pendant, the total stun duration of his shotgun attack is no more than nine seconds?
A fugitive character like this who can create multiple levels of control is the most restrained chainsaw clown!
If it's really a stupid hard fight, even if the joker exhausts all his infinite power, it won't help!
Moreover, the perverted perverted perks of the Holy Exorcist Hunter make the stranger's hopes of victory extremely slim!
This limited skin for the original Pinnacle Emperor allows you to choose the state of the bullet when each shot is fired, such as the previous Holy Light Cannon.
At the same time, he can also choose the debuff attached to each bullet.
This is where the strange arc of electricity that haunts the torso of a stranger comes from.
Even more powerless, the third-rate routine can also use the recoil of each shot to slide and dodge, so as to avoid the executioner's sober attack.
"Slippery steps, separation times, negative states..."
For strangers,
this
It is destined to be the toughest battle!
No matter how much Teng Teng Commentary admires the stranger, he can't deny the huge gap between the two.
I'm afraid that it is,
Unable to return to the sky!
......
Zila, zila, zila...
The silver-white arc danced, and the stranger's dull appearance was like a marionette.
But...
Walking on the snow path, the power of the chainsaw began to repel the purifying power of the Holy See.
A few seconds later,
The arc disappears.
"Hee-hee!"
The upside-down triangular eyes tightly locked on the third-rate routine of frantically fleeing in front of him, and Yun Fan showed a smile that seemed to be unchanged for eternity.
Although, his own chainsaw is not equipped with the power of the wind now.
But due to the long time spent on the ice and snow trails,
now
The third-rate routine has two stacks of movement speed slowing on its body.
And his first-order sprint speed blessing has been unlocked, and the advantages of one or the other...
There's still a chance!
Boom Boom!
Zizi Zizi
The giant claw violently tugged at the slender leash, and the ghostly figure of the Ice King charged again!
"Ha, ha, ha, ha..."
At this time, the third-rate routine with frost hanging on the eyebrows swinging his arms frantically, his sturdy legs kicking the ground quickly, and the posture of the whole person is as toned as a sprinter.
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Minutes and seconds passed.
It's nearly halfway there!
Glancing at the phantom of the alarm clock, the third-rate routine bowed slightly.
Next
As long as you keep doing this, it's good to keep doing it!
Even if a stranger can grasp the flaw and get closer to him, it doesn't hurt.
"Whew."
The sound of breaking wind getting closer and closer came into the eardrums, and with a full breath, the third-rate routine leaned forward and increased the speed.
Zizi zi
The frantic wind curled up the messy strands of third-rate routines, and it seemed that, in the next second, that cold jagged tooth would cut through his arteries and pierce his nerves.
And at this moment,
A plank sandwiched between two compact tombstones is also in sight!
Bang!
The third-rate routine turned his waist and kicked the ground, and in the next second, the sawtooth that overflowed with a trace of cold air came into his eyes.
However...
A huge bullet was filled into the gun almost instantly, and the golden array outlined three rows of golden silk threads, and a clear chain pattern formed in the central pattern.
Boom!
The fire flashed, and the bullet shot out of the chamber.
Followed by
The bullet that had just burst out of the muzzle suddenly split, and three rows of holy light shot forward like a rain curtain!
Sou!
Sou!
Sou!
Slightly adjusting the position of the butt, the third-rate routine stood on tiptoe and glided backwards in an extremely graceful posture.
Syllable!
After three slides and walks to the board, the third-rate routine moves quickly and slaps the plank.
However...
Just as he was about to take a wild step, the roaring and roaring chainsaw slammed into his ears and eyes.
"How so?"
The Holy Hunter's pupils constricted into golden dots, and he turned around in disbelief.
Hoohoo!
The wind howls,
An ice-blue muscular figure shrouded in mid-air.
"Hee-hee!"
The stranger's body crossed three rounds of scattered light rain,
It opens its arms,
Descend as a predator!
"This kind of trick, one trick is enough."
The clown's upside-down triangular eyes burst out with astonishing killing intent.
Under the sense of oppression that almost condenses into substance,
The third-rate routine even forgets to breathe.
adrenaline secretion,
The excitement and fear that had been absent for a long time reappeared in his body.
But at this time...
Scold!
The blade was unsheathed, the paladin's retinue drew his sword, and a hint of coolness surged in the depths of the mind of the third-rate routine.
Worst!
The situation is critical!
Seeing the stranger brazenly pounce, the eyes of the third-rate routine focused on the chainsaw in its hand.
According to the distance between the two,
He didn't have enough time to escape.
therefore
Next, he can only gamble on his luck and use his dodge skills to avoid this attack!
Whoosh whoosh!
The chainsaw clown's huge body stepped over the plank, and Yun Fan's arm was horizontal, and the irascible chainsaw immediately cut horizontally from the left side of the third-rate routine's shoulder.
At the same time, the knees of the third-rate routine fell suddenly, and the waist, which had been trained for a long time and had sufficient strength, drove the upper body to sink, making a very standard boxing shake move.
Zizi
The serrations rubbed against the scalp and swept away a few strands of slender hair.
Get out of the way!
The third-rate routine is happy.
But the next moment, a mutation suddenly occurred!
"Hee-hee!"
The stranger, who was about to smash to the ground, suddenly turned his head and smiled uncomfortably and strangely.
Swish!
The claws gripping the chainsaw were released, and the chainsaw, which was still in a sprint state, smashed backwards.
Sou!
Yun Fan's other claw swung up from diagonally below, like a powerful uppercut.
The third-rate routine of maintaining a swaying posture and lowering the upper body instantly woke up.
Damn it!
It's a stranger's routine!
It feigns to attack with a chainsaw, tricking itself into focusing on the chainsaw and leaning over to dodge.
But that's exactly what the clown is doing!
His habitual leaning over is precisely in line with the wishes of strangers.
One side attacks from the bottom up, while the other side approaches from the top down.
This is exactly pulling his own torso into the Joker's attack range!
But...
There is a silver lining to things!
As long as you duck back to dodge the attack before the Joker smashes into the ground, it's still too late.
Sou!
The divine exorcist raised his head, and he could only feel a biting chill pass in front of him.
Bang!
The next moment, the clown's body slammed into the stone brick floor.
"Whew, whew, whew..."
Wiping the cold sweat from his forehead, the third-rate routine showed a smile for the rest of his life.
Stranger,
Still failed!
staring at the clown lying on the ground and unable to move, the corners of the eyes of the third-rate routine couldn't help but hang a smug look.
However...
"This isβ" His gaze suddenly swept over the tip of his nose, and his voice was hoarse, "What? β
Blurred gaze focused, a round drop of crimson reflected in the Divine Hunter's golden pupils.
That's on the tip of your nose?
Blood beads?
Bite!
The system's prompt sound is like a thunderstorm!
[The third-rate routine has entered a state of injury. (To be continued)