Am I doing something wrong while playing games in another world?

Even when he was holding a knife, his poison-drinking crescent knife failed to hurt him. Instead, he waved his right fist in a delicate rotation and used the pistol to attack himself from time to time.

attack.

Le Xingye was horrified to find that after only four fights, he was forced out of the close combat area by Wesley.

Good guy, why does this spear fighting instructor feel so familiar?

Le Xingye thought for a while and finally understood where this sense of déjà vu came from. Because the mages of the new era also fight in the same way, especially those mages who fight in the star realm, when they encounter many new worlds,

He always likes to pretend that he is so weak that he can only hide in the back row, waiting for the unknown natives of the New World to get close to him, then he will pick up the mage staff embedded with a gallbladder and hit the opponent in the head with a stick.

It is said that among the major extraordinary forces, 44% of stick magic masters are magicians, and among the stick magic masters, the proportion of magicians has reached an outrageous 72.4%. They are not the monks that others imagine at all.

Extraordinary professionals such as dancers.

This gun fighting technique seems to be more powerful than imagined?

With another gunshot, Le Xingye fell to the ground with a "pop~".

I don't know how much time passed. Amidst the repeated death gunfire, Le Xingye, who was already in a daze, cut off the incoming bullets with his knife.

Accompanied by the sound of the silent gunshot, almost as a conditioned reflex, he twisted his upper body slightly, like a waltz, and waved the long knife several times to cut off or deflect the bullets that shot at the fatal part of his body, even before the two swords were struck.

There was a bullet from the magic gun Chilian sandwiched between them, and Wesley was shot in the sparks of the collision between the bullet and the blade.

Of course, of course no harm was done.

Or to be more precise, a scratch on Wesley's shoulder?

Le Xingye, who felt that his brain was getting dizzy from repeatedly calculating Wesley's trajectory, could only feel that the hand holding the Poison Crescent Knife was trembling.

The knife struck the bullet, not once or twice, but more than a dozen or twenty times. It looked as fancy as Mr. Tong's effort, but in fact the moment the bullet collided with the blade, the backlash shocked him more than once.

I almost let go of the knife in my hand.

"You lose~"

Following another gunshot, Le Xingye's wrist hurt. He loosened his grip on the long knife, and the sharp knife pierced the broken concrete floor.

Le Xingye didn't even look up.

It's of no use, the worst thing you can do is get killed again, then resurrect and struggle to survive.

He didn't believe that he couldn't kill this damn guy even once. From the moment he heard the gunfire to the end, and now he was able to fight for nearly twenty minutes, Le Xingye could clearly feel that his actual combat skills were using his astonishing power.

Speed ​​increase.

However, after waiting for a long time, Le Xingye did not hear the sound of gunshots. He raised his head in a daze and found that Wesley, who had been lazily raising his eyebrows at him:

"It's not bad for now. You've passed the test, although it's only the first step."

"The first step?"

Wesley wiped the gun on his hand with a pair of hands, and then placed the gun body in front of Le Xingye. Through the shining silver gun body, Le Xingye saw a pair of dull eyes reflected on the gun body.

It looks like dead fish eyes, dull and stupid.

However, Wesley rotated the gun in his hand, and after stopping again, Le Xingye was surprised to find that the smooth gun body was pointed at the lower half of his face. In the picture, the corners of his mouth were slightly raised, as if -

Smile?

Just kidding, he lost count of how many times he was killed and yet he could still laugh.

"Well done, remember how you feel now. This is the key to you being able to go further in gun fighting in the future." Wesley's voice was slightly lowered, "Let your body feel the smoke faster than your consciousness.

The taste awakens the animal nature contained in the body, and sometimes the combat power it provides you is even more than your skills."

He bowed towards Le Xingye: "Next, let's experience a normal life and death struggle~"

Le Xingye suddenly felt a warm force flowing through his body, dispelling the fatigue in his body. His body, which was already bent over from exhaustion, suddenly stopped, and he subconsciously lifted the Poison Drinking Crescent Moon inserted into the ground.

The knife was pulled out.

When he raised his head again, the scene in the urban streets and alleys in front of him had turned into a plain covered with green grass. Five extraordinary beings in different clothes were standing not far from him.

Look at most of them, they are mages, priests, swordsmen, gunners and shield warriors.

With malicious smiles on their faces, they looked at Le Xingye with eyes as if they were looking at someone dead.

However, Le Xingye felt extremely peaceful inside. Compared with Wesley, who had killed him many times, these people were really——

Poor and weak!

You know, when he was fighting Wesley just now, every time Wesley's slightly lifeless gaze swept across his body, he would have the illusion of tingling on his skin.

Being killed by Wesley countless times, the feeling of dying almost completely activated Le Xingye's desire to survive. The body's survival instinct amplified his perception of danger, giving him a mysterious and mysterious sensing ability.

He seemed to be able to vaguely sense the looming murderous intention and the fatal danger that could approach at any time.

And Wesley is undoubtedly the source of that murderous intention and fatal danger. Sadly, it seems that he can't defeat that man at all now.

But now with this 5-person team, Le Xingye felt that he was suddenly liberated from the almost drowning sense of oppression.

There was murderous intent, and Le Xingye could feel that the five people opposite him really wanted to die.

But the fatal danger is almost invisible.

"This is your mission for this special training. You have only one goal~" Wesley's plain voice sounded, "Kill them, or be killed by them."

As soon as he finished speaking, the mages in the five-person team immediately took action.

With the start of the casting action, the spell began to take shape, but faster than the spell, it was the gunman who raised his hand and shot Le Xingye in the head.

The poison-drinking crescent knife turned into a round of afterimages, directly cutting the approaching bullets into two pieces, and the gunfire rang out again, and the roar that followed did not panic Le Xingye, because at that moment, he seemed to feel

The world slowed down a little, and the extremely dangerous bullets shot at him at a terrifying speed, but he didn't panic at all.

Rotating and jumping, the knife in his hand seemed to draw colorful clothes, and the flying bullets spread out. The messy slashes not only chopped the bullets into pieces, but even cut the ice blade released by the mage into pieces, and even the speeding

The fireballs that came were split in half by him with great force.

That feeling is really too subtle.

He has never felt that the power of the weapon soul is so smooth. If he had to describe this feeling, Le Xingye could only think of two words -

“Silk smooth”