Please ask the dream.

Chapter 172 I like killing people in my dreams

"Sniper? Master-slave mobile suit piloting... Oh, who is that?"

After feeling that it was not the ability he wanted, Feng Xue ignored it. Although the ability he drew out this time was not as useless as last time, the problem was that the sniping skills he drew out were not as good as his own!
"But it doesn't matter. At a time like this, this voice actor alone is enough!"

Feng Xue had an idea, and the long sword in his hand had accurately blocked the attack trajectory that had been captured in the time-stop lottery state. The attack of the long knife was deflected by the sword. At the same time, a short sword also completed a stab with his raised left hand.

"puff!"

The shield formed by the yellow sand accurately blocked the attack. The man with the knife immediately drew his knife to defend himself, ready to meet the next attack. However, to his surprise, the man did not seize the opportunity to attack. Instead, he took two steps back. At the same time, the densely packed metal swords on the ground spread out under his feet.

"Don't be nervous. These swords won't stab you. I just need a place to stand firmly."

Feng Xue's mouth corners curled up slightly, and a voice that was elegant and a little lively but not rude came out of his mouth. Along with the creaking sound of the steel ground woven with long swords under his feet, he grasped the hilt of the sword with both hands, posing a posture that should not be made by a long sword.

Looking at the other party's strange movements and the obviously changed voice, although he didn't know what happened, his common sense as an architect told him that this was probably some kind of self-suggestion.

"Do you want to escape? No, I'm afraid you can't escape..." The yellow sand was flying, and the man with a knife could clearly feel the sharp gaze passing through his body. His brows were frowned. He clearly understood that at this moment, there was no chance of escape.

“What kind of move will it be?” The architect held the long sword with both hands, assuming a mid-hold sword posture. The two of them seemed like swordsmen in a duel in a martial arts movie, or cowboys confronting each other in a western movie. Obviously, no one moved, but it seemed that as long as there was a moment of slackness, it would lead to their own death.

"Crack!"

Suddenly, there was a sound of breaking metal, and the two men moved almost at the same time. The long swords and long knives seemed to turn into knife lights, but at this moment, there were not two, but three... no, four!

Although the effect of the unnamed famous sword is to grant an extra attack to the third attack after two hits, with the voice actor's blessing, when the corresponding posture is deliberately taken, at the moment when Feng Xue actually swings the sword at the enemy.

He felt that he could strike out the third sword!
There is no reason, no basis, just like what the middle-aged man said when I was learning freehand painting, I just feel it that way and then express the feeling!

So Feng Xue did what she felt.

Then, the third sword appeared.

The moment he swung out his sword, a transparent blade light separated from the sword and slashed diagonally at the oncoming man. While being trapped by two swords, a point of inky sword light pierced out from the shadows in the direction the man was avoiding.

The barrier of yellow sand was easily cut, and the sturdy long sword shattered with a sound.

The yellow sand and armor that the man had worked so hard to construct were no longer worth mentioning at this moment. With the intersection of three sword lights, one blue, one white, and one black, everything froze in an instant.

[Operation ends, perfect tactics]

[Node settlement: Fantasy +3]

[Drop extraction in progress...]

[No drops in this battle.]

"Tsk, is there really no drop or was it swallowed up by this thing?" Feng Xue glanced at the blue box in the collection column that showed it could be opened, curled his lips in dissatisfaction (but he just didn't get it), and then clicked to open it without any hesitation.

[You obtained Daiyu Burying Flowers (Blue)] "What kind of abstract thing is this? It's obviously a multi-dimensional strange object at first glance." Feng Xue looked at the shovel named "Daiyu Burying Flowers" and had a bad premonition -

Title: Daiyu Buries Flowers

Category: Multivariate Wonders

Quality: Blue Excellent

Effect: When not actively attacking, the holder will be considered a "weakling". When holding this item to attack "plants", the damage caused has an instant death effect. (When this card attacks a plant monster, the damage is not calculated and it is directly destroyed)
Note: Daiyu can bury the flowers, and she can also bury you all.

……

"Uh, I didn't expect it to be so strong?" Feng Xue looked at the effect of this collection with some surprise. Collections with the "cognitive impairment" feature are usually very useful. As for the plant death at the back, Feng Xue didn't care much about it. After all, he was in the desert now! Desert! Where did the plant monster come from?
"Uh, wait, it seems like the next level is an oasis?"

……

Just as Feng Xue was checking the collection, someone was suddenly awakened from a dream.

Hearing the noise inside the tent, the companion on duty immediately lifted the door curtain -

"What's wrong? Is the signal so bad today?"

Seeing his teammates sweating profusely, the night watch teammate frowned, looked at his watch and said:

"There are still two hours before the rotation. Try to see if you can connect."

"It's not disconnected." The man opened the water bag and grabbed the long knife beside him. Then he relaxed a little. He raised half of his body, picked up the water bottle beside him and took two sips.

"Not offline? Don't tell me you died? There's no such thing as... Shit, you're not..."

"Yes, I bumped into him." The man put the cup of water in his hand on the ground, took two deep breaths, and then said with lingering fear:
"It was just two encounters. From the beginning of the plan, it took no more than ten moves..."

"You were ambushed? Although the Death Troupe seems to have strong firepower, long-range weapons should be useless against your structure, right? And he doesn't have the blessing of military soul now, so the strength of the structure should not be too high, right?" Upon hearing this, the teammate recalled the target's information and thought thoughtfully, but the man shook his head and denied it:
"No, he didn't use the Death Troupe at all. We were fighting at close range. It should be only eight... No, if you insist, it should be only five or six moves. And it was in a desert environment. It was too powerful. It's hard for me to describe that move to you... Three attacks at the same time... No! No! The attack is not important, and it's not right..."

Seeing his teammates about to collapse, the night watchman also frowned. He took out the information about this mission and flipped through it. After confirming that there was nothing missing, he said in a tone that would not irritate his teammates as much as possible: "According to the information, among the puppets he can create, there is a Lou killer who is good at close combat. However, being good at close combat is just a skill, not to mention that he doesn't have the blessing of the military soul now, and your swordsmanship..."

"I know! I know!" The man interrupted his teammates' questions in a state of collapse, holding his head and saying in great pain:
"I don't even know if it was a structure technique. I've seen many structures of clones, but his move was not a simple clone. Not to mention three, even if ten people attacked me at the same time, it would be useless. But at that moment, the structure on my knife was directly shattered! Do you understand what this means? Shatter, not seize or crack! It's shattering! He was confident that as long as he completed that move, I would definitely die! And this kind of belief involving the opponent's life itself is discounted, but my structure, my will, couldn't even last for one move!"

"..." The words that the night watchman wanted to ask were stuck in his throat. He certainly knew the significance of the shattered structure, and also understood the reason for his teammates' hysteria at this moment. However, this move that would destroy his confidence in the environment where his teammates were best at was not even in the target's information.

What's more, this shitty intelligence showed that the opponent's weakness was close combat!

If the combat capability of defeating his strongest attacker within ten moves is only the opponent's disadvantage, then how strong must he be in the field he really excels in?
Looking at his shivering teammates, the night watchman sighed, hesitated for a moment, and suddenly walked out of the tent and said:
"Xiu Mi, wake up Roland. Let's give up this mission!"

(End of this chapter)