Online Game: Evil Dragon Against The Heaven Chapter 605: Broken Army vs Autumn Water (2)
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Chapter 605 Broken Army vs Autumn Water (2)
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The Flowing Blood Void Fang in the hands of Murong Qiushui lifted up, and the muzzle of the black hole faced Zuo Pojun directly: "The property of 'Kiss of the Death God', you know very well, then, let me see if you have any way to escape the advent of death ..."
Chi!
The sound of Murong Qiushui fell, and the "Kiss of the Death God" with a 1000% damage judgment and a 40% probability of death shot at the Zuo Pojun with a sharp scream, wherever it went, the black line it brought was like the whole The space of arena is cut horizontally.
In the Top 16 match, spike the opponent's Kiss of the Death God!
When!
It was a very loud impact sound. When the impact sounded, the body of Zuo Pojun took a full five or six steps to stop, and the black bullet with the power of death was frozen. On his shield, he finally lost his strength to move forward, and fell helplessly. The smoke that turned into black slowly disappeared as the this humble one fell.
In the beginning, Wang used the absolute avoidance technique to evade the Murong Qiushui killing trick.
And Zuo Pojun ... that is the Ultimate Skill——Soul Parry that he realized at level 50 and can trigger a 100% block within three seconds!
This skill, he had never revealed it before!
"This Damned Fatty ... was originally a hide the head but show the tail guy, and he still hides such a trick!" Situ Chana used the shooter's "Eagle Eye" to capture the "Soul Parry" that Zuo Pojun played when Kiss of the Death God was released by Murong Qiushui. Said.
"Aren't you the same. Your trick‘ Magic Shadow Chasing Soul Arrows ’may be even more terrifying than the‘ Kiss of the Death God ’.” Ye Tianxie said without turning his head.
Situ Chana: "..."
"Haha, Hahahaha ..." Situ Chana touched his head and smirked for a while: "Actually, it's actually nothing, and I can't hide the head's flaming eyes, haha ... haha ..."
Situ Wuqing: "..."
Lively Xiaoyao leaned over his face and said, "Mo Ying chasing soul arrows, what is that? It sounds like the name seems very powerful."
"Go, the children will play with the spoon, don't disturb the adult's speech." Situ Chana slapped Lively Xiaoyao away.
"It hurts ... you said you won't bully me again!"
"Yeah, just talking ..."
"..."
Looking at the disappearing black mist and uninjured's Zuo Pojun, the expression of Murong Qiushui is obviously frozen. Now he has only two skills, Dark Shade Snipe and Kiss of the Death God. And the strongest is this Kiss of the Death God. But these two skills have a cooling time of nearly a minute. The failure of the strongest skill means that the threat he can cause is greatly reduced before the end of the cooling time.
And Zuo Pojun rushed up quickly at this time.
Murong Qiushui raised his eyebrows, his body retreated quickly, and in the process of retreat, the bullet of Flowing Blood Void Fang in his hand whistled out ... Bang!
-1100!
The bullet was in the middle of the Zuo Pojun ’s head, and blood was splattered ... In the previous game, when Murong Qiushui was shot directly in the head, almost all of it was the sudden pain and the horror of the head being penetrated directly. Zhong fell directly and shouted over his head. Because the bullet itself has a strong shock force, it can easily overturn people, and in addition to the instinctive fear of severe pain, the body will fall down ... but the Zuo Pojun body that was hit is just a simple shake Shaking, but the speed continued to rush to Murong Qiushui ... His tall body can easily withstand the shock of the bullet. And as a heir to the Zuo family, he was trained like **** in childhood. At the same time, he was born with the power of "gang". The huge body is definitely not fat, and every inch of muscle is like refined steel. Toughness. Murong Qiushui once said before that Youyou couldn't even penetrate bullets ... Actually, it's not exaggerated at all.
If it is the previous Murong Qiushui, it is not too difficult to distance from Zuo Pojun after performing "Gale Step". However, without any Support Skill, he can only walk at his own basic speed, and every time he shoots, his body will have a certain period of stagnation, and this short stagnation makes Zuo Pojun and his body closer and closer ... boom!
When!
Boom!
Boom!
When!
Murong Qiushui fired six times, blocked two times, and hit four times, but the four hits destroyed only 1/3 of Zuo Pojun ’s life. Those who inherit the "Guardian Soul" profession will carry a strong defense and HP/Lifeforce. Of these four shots, none of them made Zuo Pojun's body fall, nor did he let him make a cry like a cry. These six shots finally forced Zuo Pojun to the front of Murong Qiushui. His body was like a small iron cast, with the pressure of pressing the top.
"Rock Soul Roar!"
At a distance of three meters, Zuo Pojun finally waved the first blow of this game. The impact of the range that covered the 5x5 range in front of it made Murong Qiushui unable to avoid it at all, and it was clear that he could not avoid this attack. Murong Qiushui did not make it. Any evasive action turned around suddenly, the Flowing Blood Void Fang black mans burst shot ... "Dark Shade Snipe!"
Boom!
Oh!
The sound of the ground bursting and the sound of the air being torn apart, the dust on the ground was raised, and the body of Murong Qiushui was discharged far away, fell to the ground, and the black line was also worn After Zuo Pojun's body, a thick black straight line was drawn above arena ...- 2500!
A big hole appeared on the chest of Zuo Pojun and disappeared quickly. Zuo Pojun glanced at his chest without frowning, and his body rushed to the fallen Murong Qiushui with a force of pressure, a " "Berserk Shield Bash" hit him who could still get up in the future ... Murong Qiushui's collapsed body suddenly flipped over, the black hole's muzzle pointed at Zuo Pojun's head, and when the shield hit, the black bullet went straight at his head Go away ... when!
Boom!
The bullet of Murong Qiushui was once again blocked by Zuo Pojun, and the body of Murong Qiushui who had not stood up was again hit a distance of five meters under the irresistible impact force. The body slipped on the ground and slid to arena. The corner stopped slowly.
Yes, that is the corner of arena. Any distance of less than one meter to the left, back or right is enough to fall under the stage. Zuo Pojun consciously hit him in this direction. He served a bottle of Recovery Potion and walked in front of Murong Qiushui. The hill-like body blocked him in that corner, so that he had no possibility of escape. As long as he hits the same shield again, it is completely enough to knock Murong Qiushui off the stage. go with.
At this point, the time for the game has passed about one minute. In total, Murong Qiushui shot Kiss of the Death God, Dark Shade Snipe, seven ordinary dark bombs against Zuo Pojun, and four of them were blocked. Under the Recovery Potion and his own HP Recovery ability, Zuo Pojun's HP/Lifeforce is now full.
And this minute, Zuo Pojun only hit Murong Qiushui twice, two shield hits and forced him into a dead end.
"Your attack method is too simple. If you only have these, it is impossible to defeat the king. In this case, let me deal with him. I will avenge you, even if I ca n’t, there is a second brother. "" Zuo Pojun said complexly. Although no professional Murong Qiushui has a terrible attack method, this attack method will not give him any sense of shudder. From the beginning of the game to the present, he is completely playing against Murong Qiushui. He believes that Wang ’s strength must be far. Better than him, even he can't beat, how can Murong Qiushui beat the king ... Once again, it will only fail again. With Murong Qiushui's character, Zuo Pojun really doesn't want to see him lose to the king again.
"I ... have not lost!" Murong Qiushui did not get up, his eyes were cold, he raised Flowing Blood Void Fang to the head of Zuo Pojun: "Third brother, don't stop me, I must let Wang die ..."
On Flowing Blood Void Fang, the breath of death was released. One minute later, the cooling time of Kiss of the Death God was also cleared.
Zuo Pojun did n’t attack. He looked directly at the Flowing Blood Void Fang that released the breath of death, and said helplessly: "Attack, I stand here and do n’t go to block, if you can kill me with this Kiss of the Death God, I will let you face the king! "
Chi!
Murong Qiushui pulled the gun without hesitation, and in a very harsh space tear, the second shot of Kiss of the Death God hit the head of Zuo Pojun and passed through ...- 8300!
Ping Ping!
Kiss of the Death God landed on the energy barrier diagonally above Zuo Pojun, striking the colorless barrier into fine cracks, which turned into darkness and disappeared.
Zuo Pojun has not fallen, and its life has only dropped by three quarters.
Under his strong defense, this can cause more than 13,000 or even 15,000 damages to Absolute Kill Strike on others, but it does not cause any damage to him, and the incidental 40% Instant Death Chance ...... In Zuo Pojun's profession, there is a Passive Skill called "Soul Guard", which has only one role ... Immunization is death!
As the strongest guard shield! How can one be allowed to be killed by a blow that ignores life and defense!
Looking still standing there, but the body shook Zuo Pojun, Murong Qiushui fixed his eyes for a few seconds, and slowly lowered his arm holding Flowing Blood Void Fang, his head lowered, and looked straight at the ground , I do not know what is thinking. Even if he couldn't see his face, it was completely imaginable. At this time, he must be a very unwilling gesture.
Zuo Pojun sighed and said: "Qiu Shui, if you want to take revenge, wait for the strength to be enough, and then go to the king. With your ability, there will always be a day to defeat him. But now, you are not him Opponent. I do n’t want to see you lose in his hands again. "
"Let me win."
Murong Qiushui, with its head down, suddenly said three cold words.
What he said left Zuo Pojun unsure how to answer.
"Brother, let me win." He still didn't look up, repeating what he just said.