Today, Zhang Meng has long been accustomed to close combat.
He prides himself on having excellent reflexes and good timing.
The short sword is more convenient for him, but he has experienced dungeons many times and it is impossible to only have one weapon prop.
The dagger thrown by Zhang Meng did not have the ability to recall itself, so naturally it could not be returned to his hand immediately.
In order to avoid being attacked by surprise, he had to take out a long knife that was not commonly used.
The long knife glowed with golden light, carrying a hint of richness.
The next second, the scene in front of Zhang Meng suddenly changed.
It's like an illusion is shattered.
The purple mist dissipated in front of him.
The tireless Zhao Qian also disappeared.
What appeared was Zhao Qian, who was panting heavily from exhaustion, throwing darts back and forth and calling them back.
At the same time, there was Li Yiran who was dizzy and kept waving the whip.
as well as……
With a cheeky smile on his face, Ding Yi was walking towards Li Yiran who was closest to him.
Zhang Meng narrowed his eyes slightly, glanced at the long knife, and recalled the side effects of this prop.
[Note: O sober warrior, you will be able to do anything while the golden light shines. 】
It's no wonder he didn't think of it before.
It's just that he is tired of running for his life, fighting with Zhao Qian, and every minute and second is full of crisis.
No time to think at all.
There was no time to imagine how he would deal with it if it was an illusion.
Now, Zhang Meng has unintentionally solved this dangerous situation.
The golden light only shines for a moment, and then gradually dims.
Seeing the disintegrating purple mist in front of him slowly gathering, the golden sword's side effects are about to run out.
Zhang Meng took a deep breath and decided to defeat the culprit first.
The timing came just right.
At this time, Ding Yi happened to be walking towards Li Yiran and did not put his eyes on him.
Zhang Meng reacted very quickly and understood instantly.
Ding Yi planned to take this opportunity to kill the three of them at once.
Therefore, he chose to attack Li Yiran who was closest to him first.
Zhang Meng lowered his eyes, looked at the distance between the two, and hesitated for a moment.
What he was thinking about was whether he should wait for Ding Yi to deal with Li Yiran before attacking Ding Yi.
Looking at the purple mist that was about to close in front of him, Zhang Meng was forced to make a slightly inferior choice.
If Ding Yi can kill Li Yiran with one strike, it will certainly be the best development.
Assuming that was not the case, he could not wait any longer.
The incidental effect of this long sword is not inevitable, but accidental.
Zhang Meng had used it so many times, and including this time, the golden light flashed three times.
The probability of triggering the effect is only about one-fourth.
Zhang Meng had made preparations in his hands and prayed secretly in his heart, hoping that Ding Yi would be able to inflict serious damage on Li Yiran.
Ding Yi held a mace-like prop in his right hand and walked straight towards Li Yiran.
The long whip swung loudly, and anyone who came would be scared away.
However, Ding Yi is not afraid.
Because the Li Yiran in front of her was in a state of being confused by the confusing powder.
Affected by the props, the attacks issued by people in a chaotic state are real, but the target of the attack is ethereal.
That's why there is a situation where it either fights with the air, or the target becomes an innocent and pitiful road.
In Dead Space, players have long been accustomed to relying on props.
Whenever you use props to attack, they have some special effects.
For example, automatic guidance, such as locking objects, etc., players rarely give up convenience and actively carry props back and forth to attack.
Ding Yi couldn't quite figure out the specific principle of the immune effect of confusion powder.
But he knew that the immunity effect was clearly stated, and the person using the prop was in a state of confusion unless he went up and took the initiative to receive the attack.
Otherwise, it would be impossible for the attacks from these props to fall on him.
Ding Yi was in a very good mood.
Holding the mace in his hand, he walked slowly behind Li Yiran, raised his hand and swung it towards the back of her head.
The iron spikes on the head of the wooden stick reflected a gleaming white light in the air.
The next second, the iron nail mercilessly pierced Li Yiran's head.
Perhaps Ding Yi's strength was not enough, or maybe the human head was really hard, so the scene of flowers splashing out of his brain as expected did not appear.
The mace fell on the back of Li Yiran's head, and her movement of waving the whip stopped abruptly.
As soon as Ding withdrew the mace, Li Yiran seemed to lose strength in an instant, swayed for a moment, and slowly fell forward.
The blood on the back of the head gurgled out, and the spikes on the head of the wooden stick were stained with fresh blood.
"Bang——"
After Li Yiran fell to the ground, blood rushed out.
The black hair was stuck together, as sticky as paste.
The blood meanders to the ground.
Ding held the mace in one hand and looked down at Li Yiran, admiring the scene in front of him.
There was no perverted smile on his face, just a frown of displeasure.
"This must be completely dead, right?"
As if he were conducting an experiment, he commented on his own strength.
"I feel like I'm not strong enough. I need to exercise some more in the future. Zhang Meng said I should exercise for an hour every day. I should be able to persevere even if I grit my teeth."
Ding Yi made a very objective evaluation and even planned to learn from Zhang Meng.
He is modest and prudent, acting like a gentleman.
At that moment, the person he wanted to learn from sent timely feedback.
"Yes, but there's no chance."
The moment he heard Zhang Meng's voice appearing behind him, Ding Yi's hair stood on end and his eyes widened involuntarily.
You can almost feel the chill that instantly enveloped your back.
However, Ding Yiben neglected to exercise and could not react immediately in a short time.
The moment the sound sounded, there was a pain in the abdomen.
Not only that, Ding Yi was driven by unknown inertia, his body became unstable, and he staggered forward in two steps.
Without Ding Yi looking down, he could see the long knife running through his abdomen from the corner of his eye.
The golden blade penetrated directly through the abdomen, the sharp tip pointed slightly downward, and there was blood on it that belonged to his body temperature.
Zhang Meng was cautious enough and chose to throw the long knife directly in order to prevent the footsteps from exposing him.
He threw with great force and did not let him down.
Even if it's not on the chest as expected, it still achieves the desired effect.
The purple mist that was about to gather completely slowly dissipated in front of his eyes.
Zhang Meng exhaled, first picked up the short knife on the ground, and then walked in the direction of Ding Yi.
Ding Yi tried to use the mace to support his body, but his limbs were a little out of control and he just wanted to slide towards the ground.
Zhang Meng walked to the side with a short knife in hand and looked down at Ding Yi.
Ding Yi, who had his head half lowered, took a deep breath and struggled to raise his head after seeing Zhang Meng's shoes.
Their eyes met, and Ding looked frightened.
Zhang Meng looked calm, and when he saw this, he immediately felt something.
"I was a hunter one second, but I became the prey this second. Sad."
