close to death

At the same time, Ling Yun turned on his shield, and this time he gambled his own life, betting that the guy didn't have time to react at all.

A small mushroom cloud soared into the sky, and the violent explosion directly tore apart the shield, making Ling Yun invincible for [-] seconds.

The smoke and dust dispersed, and a figure stood coldly opposite, with a cold light shining in his pupils.

Ling Yun turned pale in shock, and hastily raised the sniper rifle. Before his fingers could touch the trigger, two cold lights roared towards him with electric sparks, and they sank into his body. Point, into a state of paralysis.

Unexpectedly, that guy directly threw Thunder's Fury over, the light flashed, and both arms were injured at the same time, followed by Desert Storm's black hole, the muzzle of the gun was already on his chest, and the cold feeling went all the way to the bottom of his heart.

It’s over.

The desert storm spewed flames, Ling Yun's body was covered with bullet holes, lying on the ground with his legs upturned, and died magnificently again.

Ling Yun lay tangled on the ground, surrounded by gray.

"Grass mud horse, I don't believe it, I still can't handle you," Ling Yun cursed, this time he got really angry, picked up Desert Storm and rushed out, but within 5 minutes, he lay on the ground again.

Being teased by the god of death pretended by the system one after another, he suddenly became furious. If he didn't vent his anger, he wouldn't be Ling Yun.

He rushed forward with eyes of judgment, and hung up again in less than 3 minutes.

I don't know how many times I've been hung up. Ling Yun is now red-eyed, oh, it's red-eyed, but every time I seem to want to use some skills, the system has sent the information to the fake death in advance. No matter how he makes a move, he has already firmly calculated the countermeasures. The computer's tens of billions or even trillions of calculations are not comparable to the human brain.

Pa, Ling Yun was covered in blood and lay on the ground again. From the beginning to the end, he didn't even touch the hem of his clothes. The cold wind blew past. Looking at the guy walking back and forth on the ground not far away, he felt a sense of powerlessness in his heart. The opponent is really too tough.

Is there really no way out? Ling Yun lay on the ground without even opening his eyes for a long time, his mind was full of his own figure, where is his weakness, to be honest, the enemy is easy to kill, but to face himself, he can't even Know where to start.

Skills, weapons, equipment, in the game, the god of death is almost impeccable, coupled with the IQ endowed by the super computer, Ling Yun's mind suddenly became blank.

Suddenly, he remembered what Kara, the gun god, said: These artifacts have reached the state of perfection. As long as you can defeat yourself, they can become artifacts, even a blank weapon can become an artifact. An artifact has a soul. Yes, and wanting to be a gunslinger is to conquer yourself.

Ling Yun understood everything now. The eight-star boss Lucifer was trapped under the Tongtian Tower for thousands of years and could not return to the Sky City.

No, that guy is not himself at all, he is just a shadow of Death, and he is still a player, human wisdom and soul cannot be copied.

There was a flash of inspiration in Ling Yun's mind, and he firmly grasped the thoughts that disappeared in an instant. I am a human being, and he is just a bunch of data. He cannot imitate some essential human things.

Letting out a long breath, Ling Yun took Thunder Fury and clicked on the resurrection on the spot again.

As the cold wind blew, Ling Yun just stood on the ground with his eyes closed, without any movement of his body, and the expression on his face was surprisingly calm, without any waves.

And that fake god of death also stood on the ground, looking at Ling Yun stupidly, he didn't make a move, not because he didn't want to make a move, but now he couldn't see Ling Yun's weakness at all.

Those without flaws are invincible.

The fake Reaper didn't give up, picked up Desert Storm, fixed the sight on Ling Yun's figure, tightly squeezed the trigger with his fingers, the muzzle flame burst out, and countless bullets shot out.

The golden light pierced through the air, leaving behind fiery trails. If these bullets hit Ling Yun, he would probably be instantly killed on the spot again.

Hearing the gunshot, Ling Yun's body instinctively dodged to the side, the bullets roared past, and all [-] bullets missed.

But the fake Reaper didn't stop attacking, and turned on the grenade mode on Desert Storm, bang bang bang, gunfire mixed with green smoke, three grenades shot out, and went straight to Lingyun.

The range of the grenade explosion is very wide, and it is impossible to avoid it by instinctive reaction alone.

Ling Yun didn't open his eyes from the beginning to the end. He was too familiar with himself. When he heard the gunshot, he knew what weapon it was. At this moment, his body's reaction was even faster than lightning. go.

After losing [-] points of health, Ling Yun slowly opened his eyes, his eyes flashed, Desert Storm was in his hand, the bullet was loaded, that guy was out of ammunition, and the rest would be his performance time.

He understands very well that it takes at least two seconds to switch weapons at any time, and within these two seconds, many things can be done, such as killing people.

The fake Reaper dodged to the side with a rolling motion, which was Ling Yun's signature dodge motion.

Since he knew Ling Yun, he didn't know himself better than Ling Yun.

Slightly pull the trigger with your finger, sparks dance rhythmically in Desert Storm, and golden lights whizzed away, just love that guy shrouded in it.

Blood blossomed, and he was finally shot and fell to the ground, but he hadn't died yet.

Almost at the same time, the two disappeared in place together, using their skills to disguise and sneak.

Ling Yun rushed forward with Thunder Fury and Star Trace, he knew that he would definitely activate this skill when he encountered such a situation, what Ling Yun has to do now is to change from passive to active, and predict the opponent's actions in advance.

If the main brain predicts its own attack method in advance, what Ling Yun has to do now is to predict the change of the main brain two steps in advance, and he can't attack according to his own common sense.

There was a dead silence in the open field, and the two Ling Yuns approached slowly, and the battle was imminent.

Moving his body forward step by step carefully, both of them were hidden in the air, Ling Yun stuffed two blood bottles in his mouth in advance, if he had done it before, he had never done this before.

Thirty seconds passed, and neither of them showed up. Ling Yun licked his lips. If he guessed correctly, that guy must also have Thunder Fury in his hand. There is no better way to deal with sharpshooters than close combat.

With [-] seconds left in the stealth time, Ling Yun's fighting nerves all over his body tensed up, his blood flow accelerated instantly, two rays of light shot out from his pupils, and he held the two daggers tightly with both hands,