A small mushroom cloud appeared in mid-air, replacing the purple mist that was about to dissipate.
Create a new world.
When the smoke and dust cleared, the aftermath of the impact was over.
Only then did Zhao Qian see what the situation was.
The two people were now like two pieces of mud, stuck motionless on the ground.
The clothes on Zhang Meng's back had long since been reduced to ashes, and the exposed flesh was burnt into pieces. The charred rotten flesh was spread outwards, and even bones could be faintly seen.
The burns around the edges were equally severe, and the skin lay scattered irregularly like scorched earth.
The right arm was nearly broken by the blast, and now it can barely be connected to the upper body only with the help of a few pieces of flesh.
Zhao Qian was far away, but he seemed to be able to smell the paste.
To be precise, it smells more like burnt barbecue.
Zhao Qian's eyes widened as he admired his masterpiece, but he was not as excited as he imagined.
The power of this small explosive bomb only took away one of Zhang Meng's arms.
Zhao Qian spit on the ground and couldn't help but curse.
"MD, my strength and accuracy are still a bit lacking."
After saying that, he carried the hexagonal dart and walked over there with great arrogance.
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Xin Zhixia in the corner yawned. She was really tired of watching the show.
She desperately lacked rest time and was now physically and mentally exhausted.
When the purple mist filled the air, she couldn't see clearly what was going on inside.
Of course Xin Zhixia would not rush into that range.
I can only half observe and half imagine, imagining the scene of these four people going back and forth, fighting fiercely.
She is an outsider, but she accompanies the whole process conscientiously.
Now, the beautiful purple mist is slowly dissipating, and the battle situation inside is gradually revealed.
Xin Zhixia watched as Zhao Qian threw a ball, creating a very lethal explosive mushroom cloud.
Seeing this, she raised her eyebrows in surprise and blinked in recognition.
"This prop is pretty good."
The smoke dissipated, and what appeared to be three corpses were placed in front of her.
The timing was perfect.
Xin Zhixia cheered up instantly, holding the sword of judgment in her hand, her eyes lit up slightly.
"It's finally my turn to appear."
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Also knocked away by the shock wave of the explosion, Ding Yi collapsed to the ground and actively chose not to move.
First, he suffered too much damage and did not have the strength to act.
Second, the timing is not good now and he is not allowed to act rashly.
Fortunately, it was a small explosion and he wasn't facing it directly.
Coupled with the angle problem, he could see a little of Zhao Qian's movements, so he took an emergency step to avoid danger.
He didn't lose any part of his body in the explosion.
If it's an injury like missing an arm or a leg, it's estimated that even the highest-rated healing items may not be able to cure it at all.
What a blessing among misfortunes.
Ding Yi was crazy and celebrating himself here.
The choice he faced now was to find an opportunity to escape, or to seize the opportunity to treat himself as early as possible.
As for restarting? It's impossible.
It would be really stupid to use the opportunity before the desperate situation.
Ding's eyes were closed tightly, and Zhao Qian's proud shouts could be heard in his ears.
"None of them are of any use, and I'm wasting one more prop."
As Zhao Qian said this, he raised his foot and kicked Zhang Meng.
"Dead? Or should you pretend to be dead with me?"
The thoughts on his lips did not stop, and the movements of his feet did not stop.
It seems that he wants to vent his previous helplessness and anger.
Although Zhao Qian knew that the previous situation must be an illusion, he could not eliminate the fact that he was indeed annoyed by Zhang Meng just now.
After two kicks, Zhang Meng's body twitched and he suddenly coughed.
Seeing this, Zhao Qian was so frightened that the fat on his body shook, and he subconsciously took a step back to keep a little distance from Zhang Meng.
As soon as the subconscious move came out, Zhao Qian became even more angry.
"Just a half-dead person, what are you afraid of?"
After finishing his mental preparation, he picked up the hexagonal dart and decided to hit Zhang Meng with a last strike at the right time.
However, the next second, Zhao Qian's hair stood up, and he felt that he vaguely heard footsteps behind him.
"Bata Bata"
The faint footsteps that appeared out of nowhere became clearer and clearer from far to near.
It wasn't until he heard the approaching footsteps clearly that he confirmed that it was not an auditory hallucination carried by the illusion, nor was it the sequelae caused by the explosion.
Zhao Qian realized it later, holding the hexagonal dart, and suddenly turned around.
Before he could turn around to confirm, the sharp sound of breaking through the air came first.
The unexpected attack came suddenly, and the sword pierced his chest with great force, leaving him no room to struggle and no right to stop him.
Zhao Qian's eyes suddenly widened. He did not lower his head to check the wound, but turned around, trying to see the face of the attacker clearly.
The visitor is a young female player.
She has a bright appearance, a dull expression, and her ponytail is neatly tied high.
With a tall figure and a silver-gray jacket, he looks quite energetic when paired with a sports outfit.
Before Zhao Qian fell to the ground due to exhaustion, he looked at the name tag on the opponent's chest.
On it, the words "Unlucky Ghost" were written very incongruously.
Seeing this, the young woman named Unlucky Ghost suddenly pursed her lips slightly and glanced at him with a smile.
"Hi."
Not only that, she waved at him, making him shudder.
Zhao Qian was half lying on the ground, the rhythm of his chest rising and falling was already chaotic, and his breathing became extremely difficult.
He was obviously more concerned about the enemy who caused him harm than the chest that was penetrated.
After all, this body comes from a puppet prop.
Even if his heart is punctured, he will only suffer some trauma, but he will definitely not die anyway.
As long as he doesn't die this time, he can find this enemy again and avenge himself.
After Zhao Qian fell to the ground, Xin Zhixia stopped her smile, frowned, and raised her feet to look at the soles of her shoes.
"These sneakers make a little noise..."
She's not a fool.
It is absolutely impossible for her to do the kind of thing of "knowing that a sneak attack from behind is more cost-effective, yet still informing the enemy in a big way".
It was just that he was discovered by the enemy even though he acted lightly.
Xin Zhixia no longer bothers herself with this issue.
"Forget it, I'll change to a new pair next time."
After saying that, she turned to look at Zhao Qian who was lying on the ground.
The Zhao Qian in front of him was very invested and was still making his "final struggle".
Scratching the ground with both hands, he tried his best to crawl forward aimlessly.
Xin Zhixia tilted her head and chuckled, walked to his side, and decisively pulled out the sword of judgment.
Zhao Qian raised his head and spat out a mouthful of blood towards the ground.
Then he lay limply on the ground and stared at the other person fiercely.
Xin Zhixia didn't care about this. She picked up the sword of judgment and looked at the sword carefully for a moment.
Seeing the extremely real blood on it, the light in his eyes became even more intense.
The next moment, Zhao Qian saw this unfortunate guy and squatted down next to him with a smile on his face.
Lifting his eyes slightly, he saw the other party raised his lips slightly and praised: "Your prop is so lifelike, it's really good."
"I've seen it all~"
