Please ask the dream.

Chapter 164: Did you hit it?

[After resting in the woods for a night, you set out on your journey again. After about half an hour of travel, a voice called you. It seemed that because of the direction you came from, or perhaps because of a certain aura from you, the other party pointed a weapon at your head and asked you to tell the whereabouts of the Hippogriff. Faced with the other party's unreasonable request, you decided -]

[1. Express that you don’t know.]

【2. Tell him to go and die. 】

【3. If you pinch your mother, die! 】

……

"It's really a TV series, isn't it?" Feng Xue was speechless for a moment as he looked at the man in the picture who was wearing a wide-brimmed hat, a leather jacket, cowboy boots, and a cowhide holster around his waist, dressed like an American cowboy. He was pointing a dagger at himself.

It’s not that he thinks it’s too “normal” for a cowboy to appear in the wilderness. It’s mainly because this guy clearly had a pistol on his waist, but he insisted on pointing a dagger at him. But when he thought of the world’s misunderstanding of firearms, he suddenly understood a little. Maybe he thought it was a gun, but to others it was just a small wooden hammer?

After thinking about it, Feng Xue still started to consider three options.

First of all, you definitely cannot choose it. As I said before, an ambiguous choice is one that carries the same risk as other options but has the lowest return. It is purely used to trick those who like to compromise.

As for two and three...

To put it bluntly, it's a camp issue.

This cowboy pulled out a knife when asking for directions, obviously he had no intention of doing anything good. Not to mention whether he would kill him after he told him, he would definitely offend the Hound Eagle that had just given him as a gift.

If a fight breaks out, it will just be normal combat behavior.

Compared to being targeted by the phantom beast, Feng Xue felt that he was more confident in beating people up. More importantly, judging from his previous interactions with the Hippogriff, he seemed to have gained some kind of reputation in the beast camp during this exploration.

Glancing at the bear hair rope on his wrist, Feng Xue made a quick decision and followed the guidance of [Power] and chose three!

[Damn it, you’re dead! ]

The moment the picture was rendered, Feng Xue uttered a war cry on his own, and then his consciousness finally attached.

At this moment, the frozen picture began to move. The cowboy's face suddenly became gloomy, and the dagger in his hand stabbed Feng Xue's neck without any fancy moves.

"Stab the neck... It seems that for this man, the neck is a very important part, even if it is not a vital part."

Feng Xue dodged with his feet, but he was secretly thinking in his heart that ever since he met the Farah, he had become a little unconfident about the vital parts of the human body. Even though his anatomical skills had been honed to the master level in his twenty-year career as a killer, he still felt that he had to be cautious in facing a world where people could survive being shot in the head.

With a wave of his hand, the [Unknown Famous Sword] immediately fell into Feng Xue's hand, and a look of satisfaction appeared on his face. Although it looked like a heavy sword, the feel and center of gravity in the hand were first-rate, especially the touch of the hilt, which was several times stronger than those so-called high-grade pearl leather rolled handles that he had come into contact with before when he accidentally entered Qimenghui.

However, the next moment when the long sword was dancing, Feng Xue felt something was wrong. It was not that it was bad, but the speed was much faster than he had imagined, and... there was no sound of breaking wind!
"Is this the blessing of the eagle? Tsk, I thought it was to control the wind, but it turns out to eliminate the air resistance?" Feeling the changes in himself, Feng Xue was a little disappointed, but he did not have so much time to think about the changes. The sword edge, which was faster than he had imagined, reached the cowboy first.

The three-foot-three-inch-long Han sword is more than three times the length of the opponent's short sword. After the disadvantage of attack speed is eliminated, the cowboy will face the unfavorable situation of short hands against long hands.

clang!
When weapons collide, the longer one usually has the advantage. Even if there are numerical oddities in this node, facing such an advantage, one will still have to suffer a loss.

The dagger's thrust was deflected by a sword. Feng Xue took the opportunity to step forward and thrust out the long sword in his hand. It seemed that he was about to stab the middle door, but the next moment, Feng Xue's premonition of crisis suddenly exploded.

Since he knew that the other party was a cowboy, Feng Xue naturally would not ignore the revolver on his waist, but even so, he still did not have time to see clearly how he pulled out the gun from his waist.

"Boom!"

Two gunshots almost overlapped, and a silver glow burst out from Feng Xue's body.

"I am invulnerable to swords and guns!"

There is no need to chant, just let various thoughts arise in your mind and a strong defense will be built.

The experience of being able to defend against anti-material sniper rifles gave Feng Xue absolute confidence, but even with this knowledge, his body still stiffened for a moment.

Feeling the impact as if being hit by a sledgehammer, Feng Xue, although clearly not seriously injured, still took a half step back. The cowboy took the opportunity to rush forward, and in two steps, he had already circled to Feng Xue's left side and entered the best attack range of the dagger.

A thought flashed through Feng Xue's mind, and a flash of lightning pressed down from his shoulder, heading straight for the cowboy's body. It was not that he missed, but that the cowboy stopped moving the moment the sword light fell.

But he stopped, but Feng Xue would not stop. He retracted his right hand and pushed the hilt of the sword with his left hand. The long sword used the position held by his right hand as a fulcrum and slashed towards his left shoulder at a speed far exceeding that of a single-handed chop. Although the power was slightly lacking, as long as this attack hit the target, it would determine the victory.

"duang!"

Another elusive shot was fired. Feng Xue only felt his wrist shaking violently, and the long sword that was about to swing back was actually knocked off course by the shot. The cowboy who fired the shot back didn't even turn his head, but had already stabbed out with the dagger. If it moved an inch further, it would pierce Feng Xue's heart.

Unfortunately!
Feng Xue's body seemed to follow the power of the gun and turned a big circle at a strange speed. The next moment, the long sword held in both hands chopped at the cowboy's neck from the opposite direction. A trace of disdain flashed across the cowboy's face. Although he was very surprised at the speed of the sword, his gun was faster than the sword!
"Boom!"

Two more shots were fired in succession, and the bullets, which were completely used as controlled weapons, accurately swept away the famous sword. Just as the cowboy took another step, intending to stab the dagger into the body of this guy whose strength difference could not be seen clearly, a feeling of weakness suddenly arose.

He lowered his head in disbelief. On his chest, an illusory sword was slowly dissipating. Before he could make another move, the horizontal sword had already cut into his neck. The next moment, the world was spinning, and in his completely dark vision, a voice seemed to drill into his ears -

"So the so-called hit doesn't mean to injure the target, but just to hit something related to the enemy?"

(End of this chapter)