close to death

Although Li Ming and the others were not killed by the bombing, they lost a lot of life points. At this time, there were bursts of gunshots outside again, and countless bullets swept in like a storm.

Rays of light flashed in the air, and the fruits and goods on the surrounding shelves burst and crackled.

Zhang Yinzhu didn't dare to raise her head, and crawled under the container with her head in her arms, only half of her buttocks were exposed outside.

Ling Yun and the King of Gods were fully fired, and they swept the inside fiercely. Ye Youjing and Ziyan were watching beside them, but they were sighing. Fortunately, this was in the game. I don’t know if they would have such a thing in reality. violent tendencies.

The shooting lasted for a full minute, the ground was covered with golden shells, and the game was over in 1 minutes. If this continues, don't say anything to the other side, and you don't dare to take your head off.

"If you don't come out, I have a way to make you come out obediently," Ling Yun said with a smirk, took out two tear gas smoke bombs and threw them in.

Suddenly, red smoke rose into the sky, which was very spectacular.

If the bullets can still be dodged, then the tear gas will definitely not last for half a minute.

"Ahem...everyone rushed out and fought them," Li Ming had never felt so annoyed like now, he grabbed his big sword and was about to rush out.

At this moment, a hand was on his shoulder, and Zhang Yinzhu couldn't help shouting: "No, the game is about to end, hold on for a while longer,"

Hold on, hold on shit.

Now Li Ming and the others are full of snot and tears, and it is simply that life is worse than death.

"Hehe, those bastards are quite patient, so let's give it a little more strength." Ling Yun switched the Desert Storm to the grenade mode, bombarding it indiscriminately.

The God King simply put away the Vulcan Gatling machine gun, pulled out the seven-shot grenade gun made in Russia, and pulled the trigger.

Boom boom boom.

Explosions, fireballs, shrapnel, and ferocious attacks blew up the ceiling of the entire farmer's market, leaving a mess everywhere.

Now Zhang Yinzhu and the others really couldn't hold on anymore, they could still hold on to the tear gas, but even a small shrapnel would cause damage to them when the grenade flew in, under such a ferocious attack, they couldn't even hold on. At the end of the death, they will also be blown to death alive.

"Fuck, fuck it, go," Zhang Yinzhu roared, stood up from behind the cargo counter, picked up the gun, but before firing, two grenades came towards him, and then a huge explosion directly blasted him out.

Li Ming directly activated his jumping and cutting skills, got through the ceiling, and slashed towards Ling Yun's position. At this time, the two assassins beside him also entered a stealth state, attacking Ling Yun from left to right.

Seeing a black shadow suddenly jumping out from the roof, before Zi Yan and Ye Jingjing could make a shot, Ling Yun suddenly raised the barrel of the gun, and the last grenade escaped.

Boom, a huge fireball rose in the sky, looking dazzling.

Li Ming was immediately blasted, and fell straight down, landing on a pile of durians. The scene was a bit too bloody, and the audience outside the venue shrank their necks.

At this time, the Desert Storm magazine in Ling Yun's hand was empty, and two black shadows suddenly rushed out of the air, with two daggers aimed at his vitals.

Ling Yun just smiled, and quickly stepped back, switching to two Desert Eagles in his hands.

Bang bang bang, the huge gunshots reverberated in the air above the arena, and every time a bullet was fired, the figures of the two people suddenly stopped.

At this moment, Ye Jingjing and Ziyan came quickly, the miserable green dagger sliced ​​across the throat of one of them, and the other guy was cut off on the spot by the mad god's great sword.

Because it happened so suddenly, it was dazzling, and many spectators didn't even see the actions on the field clearly, and the Longteng Guild collapsed in an instant.

Destruction.

Ding, there is 1 minute left in the game, please get ready.

When Zhang Yinzhu and Li Ming came out of the small bazaar, their HP was running low, and both of them had scorched faces and bloody bodies. Looking at the eyes, the other two assassins had all died. There is no point in continuing the game.

Zhang Yinzhu looked at Ling Yun quietly, with a very complicated expression on her face. It was a superimposed expression of anger, frustration, loss and hatred, which seemed extremely funny.

At this time, Li Ming's heart was also full of despair. It was a feeling that he could not do what he wanted. The figures of the four people in front of him gradually grew taller, turning into four insurmountable mountains.

"Aren't you admitting defeat?" Ling Yun looked at the two with a half-smile.

"Admit defeat, Ling Yun, let me tell you, I don't have the word admit defeat in Zhang Yinzhu's dictionary," Zhang Yinzhu gritted his teeth and said, "Even if I admit defeat to someone, I won't mention these two words to you. I want to see it. Who is the winner with the last laugh,"

Li Ming didn't speak, and now his voice could no longer express his inner feelings. There was a flash of resentment in his eyes, his fists were clenched tightly, and all the muscles in his body became tense.

"Hehe, I'm looking forward to it," Ling Yun raised the Desert Eagle in his hand, and with two gunshots, there were two more corpses in front of him.

Ding, the game is over, the Scarlet team wins.

When the system notification sound echoed over the arena, there was a burst of cheers outside the arena. People were excited, but they couldn't help sighing in their hearts: I didn't expect that after the decline of Bloody, the strength is still so strong.

Disdain for the world, Lu Feng, Dragon Soul and others left the stands one after another. At this time, their hearts were still as heavy as Zhang Yinzhu's. The development of the game of Fantasy World to this day seems to be just the beginning, and there is still a long way to go in the real sense.

When people left one after another, there was still one person in the stands who did not move, that was Tian Dashui. He did not expect his guild to lose so badly, but his heart became more and more interested in Ling Yun. The young man in front of him gave him a mysterious feeling , Even his old Jianghu is a bit unclear, it seems that he must re-examine him, maybe his daughter's choice is not wrong.

The official website of Fantasy World reported the match for the first time, and immediately saw that the Scarlet Guild was pushed to the forefront.

Many players among them were very annoyed. At the beginning of the game, people were not optimistic about the Scarlet Guild without the god of death, but now, with the return of the god of death, the bloody guild exudes the aura of king again.

And the odds of the bookmaker Scarlet Guild have also plummeted to [-]:[-], and the odds of the Reaper's individual match have also been lowered to [-]:[-].

This news is definitely great news for Huanshi, and it also laid a solid foundation for future development.

The brothers in the guild were proud again, but on the same day, the number of players who wanted to join the guild increased exponentially.