Chapter 607: Pojun VS Qiushui (Part 2)

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Murong Qiusai raised the Bloody Kongya in Murong Qiusai's hand, and the black muzzle faced Zuo Pojun directly: "You know the attributes of the 'Kiss of Death' very well, so let me see if you can avoid this god of death coming..."

Chi~~~~~~

Murong Qiushui's voice fell, and the "Kiss of Death" with 1000% damage determination and 40% instant death probability shot at Zuo Pojun with an extremely sharp screaming sound. Wherever it went, the black straight line it brought was like The space of the entire arena is cut horizontally.

That was the kiss of death that instantly killed the opponent in the top sixteen!

when! ! ! !

It was an incomparably loud crashing sound. When the crashing sound sounded, Zuo Pojun's body took five or six steps back before trying to stop, while the pitch-black bullet with the power of death was frozen in place. He landed on his shield, and then finally lost the power to advance, and fell powerlessly, turning into black smoke and slowly disappearing in the process of falling.

Back then, Wang used the absolute evasion technique to evade Murong Qiushui's sure-kill move.

And Zuo Pojun...that was the ultimate skill that he comprehended at level 50, and could trigger 100% block within three seconds-soul block!

He had never shown this skill before!

"This fat man... so he is also a guy who hides his head and shows his tail, but he still hides such a trick!" Situ Shana used the archer's "Eagle Eye Technique" to capture the "kiss of death" that Zuo Pojun cast when Murong Qiushui released the "Kiss of Death". Soul block," said through gritted teeth.

"Isn't it the same for you? Your move 'Phantom Chasing Soul Arrow' may be even scarier than that 'Kiss of Death'." Ye Tianxie said without turning his head.

Situ Shana: "..."

"Haha, hahahaha..." Situ Shan touched his head and smiled smirkly: "Actually, it's nothing at all. It really can't be hidden from the leader's piercing eyes, haha...haha..."

Situ Wuqing: "..."

Shen Xiaoyao approached her face: "Moying Soul Chasing Arrow, what is that? The name seems to be very powerful."

"Go, kids, go play with spoons, don't disturb adults talking." Situ Shan slapped Shen Xiaoyao away with a slap.

"It hurts... You said you would never bully me again!"

"Yeah, just talking..."

"..."

Looking at the disappearing black mist and the unscathed Zuo Pojun, Murong Qiushui's expression froze obviously. Now he only has two skills, Shadow Sniper and Death's Kiss. And the strongest is the kiss of death. But these two skills have a cooling time of nearly one minute. The failure of the strongest skill means that the threat he can cause will be greatly reduced before the cooldown period ends.

And Zuo Pojun rushed up quickly at this time.

Murong Qiushui frowned, his body backed up quickly, and in the process of backing up, bloody bullets flew out of his hand...

boom!

-1100!

The bullet hit Zuo Pojun's head, and blood spattered everywhere... In previous matches, whenever Murong Qiushui was shot in the head, almost all of them were the sudden severe pain and the terrifying feeling of being pierced through the head Zhong fell down directly, covering his head and screaming wildly. Because the bullet itself has a strong concussion force, it can easily shoot people over, coupled with the instinctive fear under the severe pain, the body will fall down...

However, the body of Zuo Pojun who was hit simply swayed, but continued to rush towards Murong Qiushui without slowing down... His tall body can easily withstand the impact of the bullet. And as a descendant of the Zuo family, he received hell-like training at a very young age. At the same time, he was born with the ability of "rigor". His huge body is definitely not puffy, and every inch of his muscles is like a refined muscle. As tough as steel. Murong Qiushui had previously said that his body could not even be pierced by bullets... Actually, it was not an exaggeration at all.

If it was the former Murong Qiushui, it would not be too difficult to distance himself from Zuo Pojun after using "Wind Walk". However, without any auxiliary skills, he can only move at his own basic speed, and every time he shoots, his body will stagnate for a certain period of time, and this short stagnation makes Zuo Pojun and his body more and more close……

boom!

when!

boom!

boom!

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Murong Qiushui shot six times, was blocked twice, and was hit four times, but the four hits only wiped out one-third of Zuo Pojun's life. Those who inherit the "Guardian Soul" profession will carry strong defense and vitality. And in these four shots, none of Zuo Pojun's body fell down, nor did he let out a sound like a cry of pain. And these six shots finally forced Zuo Pojun to be in front of Murong Qiushui. His body was like a small iron cast, with a pressure that was about to be crushed.

"The rock soul roars!"

At a distance of three meters, Zuo Pojun finally swung the first blow of this match. Murong Qiushui had no way to dodge the impact covering the 5×5 area in front of him, and he knew that there was no way he could dodge this blow. Murong Qiushui didn't make any evasive movements, instead he turned around abruptly, and the bloody empty teeth and black lights in his hands exploded...

"Shadow Sniper!"

boom! !

Whoosh! !

The sound of the ground exploding and the air being torn were heard at the same time, the dust on the ground was lifted up, and Murong Qiushui's body was pushed far away, falling to the ground, and the black line also passed through the left Po Jun's body once again drew a thick and long black straight line on the arena...

-2500!

A big hole appeared on Zuo Pojun's chest, and then disappeared quickly. Zuo Pojun took a look at his chest, without frowning, his body rushed towards the fallen Murong Qiushui with overwhelming pressure. A "violent shield collision" hit him before he could stand up... Murong Qiushui's body suddenly turned over when he fell to the ground, and the black muzzle pointed at Zuo Pojun's head. When the shield collision struck, the pitch-black The bullet went straight to his head...

when!

boom! !

Murong Qiushui's bullet was once again blocked by Zuo Pojun, and Murong Qiushui's body, which had not stood up, was knocked away by five meters under the irresistible impact again, and his body slid backwards on the ground until he slid to the ground. Only at the corner of the platform did it stop slowly.

That's right, that's the corner of the arena. A distance of less than one meter in any direction to the left, back, or right is enough to fall off the stage. Zuo Pojun was consciously bumping him in this direction. He took a bottle of recovery medicine, and walked up to Murong Qiushui. That hill-like body blocked him in that corner, making him impossible to escape. As long as he hit the same shield again, it would be enough to kill Murong Qiushui. Qiu Shui bumped off the stage.

At this point, the game time has passed about a minute. Murong Qiushui shot a kiss of death at Zuo Pojun once, a shadow sniper shot, and seven ordinary dark bullets, out of four shots, four were blocked. And under the recovery medicine and his own life recovery ability, Zuo Pojun's life force is impressively full at this time.

And in this minute, Zuo Pojun only hit Murong Qiushui twice, both hit with shield strikes, and drove him to 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 can't, there is second brother." Zuo Po Jun said with a complicated expression. Although the unprofessional Murong Qiushui has a terrifying attack method, this attack method will not give him any sense of tremor. From the beginning of the game to the present, he is completely suppressing Murong Qiushui. He believes in the strength of the king. It must be far better than him, even he can't beat him, how could Murong Qiushui defeat Wang... If they meet again, they will only be defeated miserably again. With Murong Qiushui's character, Zuo Pojun really didn't want to see him being defeated by the king again.

"I...haven't been defeated!" Murong Qiushui didn't get up, his eyes were cold, and he pointed his bloody empty teeth at Zuo Pojun's head: "Third brother, don't stop me, I must let the king die..."

The breath of death was released from the Bloody Kongya, and after a minute passed, the cooldown of the Kiss of Death had also been reset.

Zuo Pojun didn't attack, he stared at the bloody Kongya exuding the breath of death, and said helplessly: "Attack, I will stand still here, let alone block, if you can hit me with the kiss of death Kill me, and I will let you face the king!"

Chi~~~~~

Murong Qiushui pulled the gun without any hesitation, and amidst the ear-piercing sound of space tearing, the second kiss of death shot out, hitting Zuo Pojun's head and passing through his body...

-8300!

Ping!

The kiss of death landed on the energy barrier obliquely above Zuo Pojun's back, hitting fine cracks in the colorless barrier, and then it turned into dark power and disappeared.

Zuo Pojun did not fall, and his life only dropped by three quarters.

Under his strong defensive power, this can hit other people with a lore blow of more than 13,000 or even 15,000 damage, but it only causes damage to him that does not exceed 10,000, and the accompanying 40% instant death Rate……

In Zuo Pojun's profession, there is a passive skill called "Guardian of Soul", which has only one function...

Immune to death!

As the strongest guardian shield! How could he allow a one-hit kill that ignored life and defense!

Looking at Zuo Pojun who was still standing there, but his body swayed a bit, Murong Qiushui's eyes froze for a few seconds, then slowly lowered the arm holding the bleeding Kongya, followed by lowering his head, looking straight at Looking at the ground, I don't know what I was thinking. Even if he couldn't see his face, it was completely enough to imagine that he must be in a very unwilling posture at this time.

Zuo Pojun sighed, and said: "Qiu Shui, if you want revenge, you have to wait until you are strong enough, and then go to the king. With your ability, there will always be a day when you will completely defeat him. But now, you are indeed not his." opponent. I don't want to see you lose to him again."

"Let me win."

Murong Qiushui, who lowered his head, suddenly said three cold words.

Zuo Pojun didn't know how to answer what he said.

"Third brother, let me win." He still didn't look up, repeating what he said just now.