Douluo God level lottery system

Mu Lin chuckled and said, "As long as you can hit me, I will lose!"

"Arrogance!" An angry voice came from the black mecha, and then the man shot.

boom--

A gunshot sounded, and Mu Lin's body swayed slightly to let the bullet pass by her ear. The black-level mecha was stunned, and the person stood in front of him, but he missed it?
The black-level mecha immediately fired several more shots.

bang bang bang-

As a result, they all hit empty shots when they went back, and some soldiers were speechless: "Is this man scared? Everyone stood in front of him and beat him, but he couldn't even hit him."

Hearing this, Long Hua wanted to throw away the gun in his hand, how the hell did he know he couldn't hit it!

But someone still noticed it, and a titled Douluo said: "It's not that Longhua couldn't hit that girl, but every time she let that girl dodge, the bullet seemed to pause in front of her for a while, giving her time Figure out how to swing."

Mu Lin smiled and said: "Correct answer! It's a pity that there is no reward. The eyepiece of our god-level armor can decompose the next trajectory direction of all weapons, which is equivalent to that I can predict the arrival of bullets and missiles. Therefore, the black-level armor The mech is vulnerable to my god-level armor!"

Long Hua said angrily: "Even if you can predict the ballistic trajectory, so what, I don't need thermal weapons!" Then, the black-level mech pulled out the long knife from his waist.

Mu Lin giggled, a sword appeared in her hand, and then said with a smile: "Remind you, when you meet someone with a sword on our side, don't take out your weapon, because you have already represented lost!"

"Stop talking nonsense here!" As he said, the black mech slashed at Mu Lin.

In an instant, the sword in Mu Lin's hand seemed to come alive, and she snatched the knife of the black-level mecha three times, five times and two times, and knocked the black-level mecha to the ground. Mu Lin's sword was placed on the neck of the black mecha.

Long Hua sneered and said, "We are fighting in mechas now, and the necks of mechas are not human necks. Besides, how can a broken sword like yours injure a black mecha?"

Mu Lin tilted her head, showing a cute look and said: "Really? But I want to try." Saying that, Mu Lin's long sword spun around the neck of the black mech Then it returned to Mu Lin's hands.

Long Hua sneered and said, "It's useless to say it!" After speaking, Long Hua controlled the mech to stand up.

Crack—boom—

Just when the black mecha stood up, its head fell off, and Longhua's operation screen went black, and the black mecha couldn't move.

Long Hua patted the operating screen in a daze, and asked in confusion, "What's going on?"

Mu Lin ran to the black-level mech, looked down from the neck, saw Longhua inside, and shouted: "Brother, don't do it, come out quickly."

Longhua heard a voice above his head, looked up in fright, then became even more confused, and shouted: "I'm lying down, where's my head?"

Mu Lin wondered, "Isn't your head on your neck?"

"No, no, I'm my head?" Long Hua was so frightened that he couldn't understand what he said.

Mu Lin said with a dazed expression, "Your head is on your neck! You must be insane."

"No, no, I mean the head of my mech!" Long Hua cried.

Mu Lin didn't stop, and shouted directly: "Who of you know him? He was frightened into a psychopath, quickly take him to treatment!"