Chapter 919: Demon-Killing Rangers (Part 3)

"Drink!" Feng Bujue shouted softly, jumped back a step, slightly bent his legs, stood upright, then crossed his hands in front of his chest and said, "Eat my big Specium's ray!"

"Nanni!" Qisha was shocked when he heard this. Blade Blade had naturally investigated some information about Hell Front before the game, but he had never heard of Feng Bujue and the ability of Specium Light.

Two seconds later, all I could hear was...

"Psssssssssssss-"

The above sound was not caused by skills, but was dubbed by Feng Bujue himself. His hands didn't emit any light, they were just there pretending to tremble.

"What...are you doing..." Qisha looked at Feng Bujue's behavior and twitched the corners of his mouth as he muttered.

"Hmph..." Feng Bujue snorted coldly, "Obviously, I'm bluffing about my moves."

"That's it..." Qisha not only twitched the corner of his mouth, but also his eyelids began to twitch involuntarily, "I can also do this..."

As he said that, he took a step forward and unleashed his fists: "Hundred Four Stances. Wild Bite!"

Feng Bujue knew very well that the other party was not like him...it was just talk, Qisha really took action.

As mentioned in the previous article, Bai Shi Four ▼←, Wild Bite is a fighting skill that consumes only 100 physical energy. Its damage is not high, but... this move is positioned as a B-level skill, just because... This is a "starting move" that can connect several subsequent skills; once hit by this move, the subsequent stiff period is likely to be taken away by a set of combo moves.

Therefore, Brother Jue, who has understood this point, will definitely not face this blow.

"Ha! You're so naive! Would I let you catch such a flaw!" Feng Bujue provoked his opponent, while instantly opening the [Spiritual Consciousness Gathering Technique - Modification], and suddenly moved it to the side.

But he never expected...

Crack, crackle——

The next second, Brother Jue's body actually made a series of cracking sounds of his joints, and his body posture suddenly stagnated.

"What!" Feng Bujue was shocked, "Oh no! This body can't bear the load of the Spiritual Consciousness Body Gathering Technique..."

He thought about this. Qisha's fist has already reached him: "Hmph... I don't know the reason, but it seems like you made a mistake..."

After that, an old punch...oh no...a small punch hit Feng Bujue in the stomach.

Brother Jue, who was already unsteady on his feet, was hit by this punch and floated more than ten centimeters in the air. The double damage caused by his own skills and external force caused his body to enter a state of near paralysis in a short period of time, completely Unable to move.

"It's an ideal punching bag for combos..." Qisha said as he prepared his back move, "Then I'm welcome!"

Ping——

As soon as he said it, he burst out with fighting spirit. He turned around and followed up, shouting and launching his move: "[Shadowless Gale Heavy Duan Kick]!"

This move. It is aimed at floating targets. Its overall movement is to suddenly spin and rise up, starting with a 720-degree three-stage cross spin kick in the air, followed by an ultra-high-speed shotgun style step-and-kick that lasts for several seconds. If they all hit, the target will be hit in twenty or thirty legs within four seconds, and the damage will be astonishing.

And the current Feng Bujue... As Qisha said, due to an unexpected mistake caused by a script setting, he was in a sandbag-like state and had no way to react.

"It's not good..." That moment. Lian Feng Bujue couldn't help but think, "Maybe he died here because of this mistake!"

"Sorry, Brother Feng..." When the first two kicks of the skill hit, Qishaal had confidently declared victory. "Looks like I win... Huh? Huh? Yeah -" But he couldn't finish what he said, because after he kicked the third kick, his whole body flew over Feng Bujue's head... so much so that the next two All ten kicks were in vain.

"Is there any mistake?" About five seconds later, Seven Kills landed. I couldn't help but complain loudly.

By the time he looked back, Feng Bujue had already recovered and had swallowed a survival point supplement to regain his full blood.

"Ha...it seems that my height saved my life..." Feng Bujue smiled and wiped away a trace of blood from the corner of his mouth. Facing the opponent, he readjusted his posture.

"Damn it... I've obviously become a child, and my height ratio has basically remained the same. Logically speaking, this shouldn't happen..." Qisha thought thoughtfully as he turned around.

His words were a bit "defending" for himself, because the scene in mid-air just now made him a little embarrassed... It was like throwing a skill at an enemy with low health, and at the same time looking back confidently... but the result was the opposite not dead.

"Nonsense, your 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 felt nothing. You will feel pain in your feet; if this is the case for adults, you may be injured. The same goes for it... Even if the power of the skill is weakened in proportion to your physical fitness, it will still be affected by changes in some physical quantities when it is actually used. leading to biased results.”

Obviously, the above paragraph is also a kind of "justification". By responding to the other party's question, Brother Jue also explained his "mistake" just now.

"Well...that's it." Qisha nodded and replied, "As expected of Brother Feng, he is really fast in analyzing."

"Thank you~Thank you~" Feng Bujue also nodded slightly.

The two looked at each other calmly and sympathetically, and through this mutual exchange and compliment, they found a place to go down the stairs together.

"But..." Now that the face-saving project was completed, the politeness ended here. When it came to the next sentence, Qisha changed the subject, "Is it really okay for you to tell me this information?"

"It doesn't matter." Feng Bujue also changed his expression and tone, and replied arrogantly, "Whether you say it or not... it doesn't have much impact on my victory."

After the words fell behind, the two fell into a silent confrontation again, and the second round of confrontation... was about to break out.

At this moment, another person joined the battle group.

"Haha... You two have already matched up." At this moment, a familiar voice suddenly sounded from behind Brother Jue.

Along with that sound came a "shadow"...

Feng Bujue turned his head when he heard the sound, and found that he was already shrouded in the tall figure of the speaker.

"It's really you, Brother Feng." Long Aomin looked at Brother Jue, who was several heads shorter than him, with a condescending look, and said with a smile, "Haha... I might not recognize him without looking at his clothes. "

"But I can recognize you without looking at your clothes..." Feng Bujue looked at the "child" who was about 1.7 meters tall and had the face of a thirty-year-old man in front of him, and complained sincerely.

"Ah... I'm a bit precocious." Brother Long replied with a smile. "I went to a sports school since I was a child and was trained to be the best. Unfortunately, I didn't become a professional athlete later..."

Feng Bujue didn't have the time to listen to this. Before the other party finished speaking, he slipped past Brother Long and ran away, shouting as he ran: "Cheating - Mang What a shame! The system is so shameless!”

But when I saw this guy running wildly across the road, he was like a bereaved dog, and he was running like a thirsty deer. He didn't even want his bicycle anymore...

After being stunned for about two seconds. Only then did Qisha and Long Aomin react at the same time, and couldn't help shouting in unison: "Hey——"

They did not expect that Feng Bujue would run away so shamelessly. When the two of them came to their senses, they immediately turned around and chased after them, shouting a line that would be ineffective in 99% of cases: "Stop!"

"Stand here [beep--]!" Feng Bujue, who was more than ten meters away (due to his physical condition, running for two seconds earlier did not allow him to gain much distance) turned around and cursed loudly, "You [beep--] ——] Tell me you are ten years old? You don’t need to show your ID to buy cigarettes, wine, or playboys!”

"What do you care about me growing up too early?" Brother Long and Brother Jue are very familiar with each other. He has long been used to this level of complaints and can handle it. "Don't run away if you dare!"

"Who cares about you? If you don't run away, you will definitely die!" Feng Bujue continued, "I'm warning you... If you chase me again, call the police!"

"Huh... call the police?" Before Brother Long could reply, Qisha sneered from the side, "Does the police care if children fight?"

"Help!" Who knew. Feng Bujue immediately started shouting, "In broad daylight, everything is clear! There is actually a pedophile and his trained minions who want to take me back [beep——]!"

"What the hell?" Brother Long and Qisha were shocked at that time. They had never seen such a shameless person in battle.

However... Feng Bujue's shouting didn't attract much attention from passers-by. Firstly, the number of passers-by is not that large; secondly. In any case, at least in the eyes of those NPCs, Brother Long is still considered a "child". Most of them are teenagers; thirdly, the three of them are all wearing "Halloween-themed" costumes, which makes Jue Ge's words unconvincing.

So, the three of them started running wildly on the pedestrian path in the community... and they didn't know when they would end.

…………

At the same time, it is hundreds of miles away from the player's location.

At an altitude of 10,000 meters, a business cargo plane with the browning trademark printed on the fuselage was flying smoothly.

In the cockpit, a shirt-sleeved pilot was complaining to his co-pilot: "It's such a frustrating job... isn't it, man?"

"Huh?" The co-pilot looked a little confused, "What's wrong?"

"What's wrong?" the pilot continued in a joking tone, "We are using junk cargo converted from World War II bombers to carry a bunch of wooden boxes containing dead people. Shouldn't I have a party to celebrate this?"

"Really?" the co-pilot shrugged, "Then you might as well think about it... did our 'passengers' complain? Are they airsick? Did they ask you for almonds?"

After hearing this, the pilot smiled knowingly: "Well... you are right, this job is really good, we should be happy about it."

Like most cut-scene characters in low-budget horror films, these two guys have limited lines and are so unsatisfactory that it makes one wonder if the screenwriter spilled coffee on his pants when writing these dialogues. 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, a strange noise came from the rear cabin.

After hearing the sound, the two turned their heads in sync, looked at each other, and then looked at the rear hatch together.

"I thought they were dead," the pilot read half-jokingly.

"Yes, they are dead," the co-pilot responded.

After a brief silence, the pilot took off his headphones and stood up: "I have to... I have to go to the back to check."

"Hmm..." The co-pilot responded with a noncommittal look, chewing gum, "Okay, then I'll stay here and make some weird noises."

So far, the two men were still in a relatively relaxed state, not taking the sound seriously.

Of course, this is also the usual style of horror movie characters. They tend to show a disdainful attitude towards those small and strange phenomena, but at the same time they will not let them go and have to find out the truth.

And this logically contradictory behavior is the main reason for their death...

Click--

As the door of the cabin was opened, the pilot quickly stepped in.

The two sides of the cabin were filled with large boxes covered by net bags, and there was an unfixed rectangular box in the middle. For some reason, the light in the cabin was red, which forced the pilot to hold a flashlight to check.

In short, he simply scanned with the flashlight and found nothing unusual. But just as he was about to go back, suddenly...

Squeak--

A bat flashed with a sharp scream and flew towards him.

Seeing this, the pilot instinctively screamed and squatted to the side to avoid it. After dodging the attack, he cursed: "Come on, come out, you beast, where are you?"

He turned around while cursing, trying to search for the trace of the bat. Unexpectedly, when he turned around, he saw... a man in a black tuxedo and a black cloak.

This "man" had a pale and terrifying face, sharp facial features, exposed fangs, and a slicked-back hair.

This classic look of Dracula has appeared in many literary and film and television works, and has basically been deeply rooted in people's hearts.

Generally speaking, we all think that... the count will pounce on the pilot's neck and suck the blood out of his body in an instant.

However, the Dracula in the world of "The Exorcist" is a very non-mainstream existence.

Bang——

Even the pilot himself did not expect that he would be punched in the next second.

Yes, this Dracula did not pounce on people to suck blood, nor did he use some cool abilities... such as telekinesis or hypnosis... to deal with the opponent.

All he did was raise his hand and punch the other person cleanly and neatly... (To be continued...)