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   "The operation of this fighter jet is not as difficult as imagined." Abel smiled disdainfully in the sky, his eyes were burning with ambition.

   "Although it's a bit late, let me finish you off, Yun Feng."

   "You have nothing to rely on!"

  Abel licked his lips and looked aggressively at the brown fighter jet flying not far away.

   "Oh? Are you going to catch up? Interesting."

   It seemed that he felt Abel's gaze. In the cabin, the corners of Yunfeng's mouth raised, and his eyes seemed to be smiling but not smiling.

   Facing Abel's threat, he didn't seem to have the slightest fear.

   "It's just... I'm afraid it's a bit late."

  The next moment, under the horrified gazes of everyone, the plane that Yunfeng was on turned its nose.

   Rush straight towards Abel!

   "What?!" Beside the booth, Lao Mo exclaimed.

   "Yunfeng, is he crazy? Why is he rushing to slap someone in the face?" Lao Mo said incredulously.

   This is also the psychology of most players.

  When Abel and you competed in technology just now, you played with others on vehicles.

  Now people are playing with you on vehicles, and you are going to compare technology with people? !

  Who gave you the guts?

   "No."

  At this time, Yun Mumu suddenly murmured softly.

  Different from other players who raised their hearts, Yun Mumu, who had been staring at the screen, noticed something strange when Yun Feng drove the fighter jet towards Abel.

   "Well, what's wrong?" Lao Mo was curious.

"color…"

  Sinai Desert, high altitude.

  Looking at Yun Feng who was rushing towards him like life or death, Abel raised his eyebrows and showed a cruel smile.

   "Looking for death? That's fine."

   "Kill you first, and then it's not too late to even the score."

   After a short period of familiarization, Abel can probably see that Yunfeng's experience in flying fighter jets is just average.

  As long as you give him a period of time to get familiar with, he can definitely do better than the other party.

  He may lose to the opponent in this battle, but the final result of the competition must be his own victory!

   "Come on! Let me see what you can do!" Abel laughed wildly, and rushed towards Yunfeng without fear.

  The throbbing mechanical sound was hidden in the airflow.

  Almost at the same time, the double-barreled heavy machine guns carried by the planes of both sides burst into flames.

   One after another, the cold bullets bombarded the iron body of the fighter jet, scraping fierce sparks, and the craters were densely covered.

   Almost in a flash, the two fighter jets passed by like thunder!

   However, at the moment of brushing, Abel's pupils shrank suddenly.

   A chill gradually surged from my heart.

  The brief staggering just now made him feel a strong sense of strangeness, but he couldn't figure it out.

   "Just now... was that... what?"

   Outside the booth.

   "Hey, Mumu, what did you mean when you said the color was wrong?" Lao Mo was still pestering Yun Mumu, asking the question just now.

   While Yun Mumu was staring at the screen, at the moment when Yun Feng and Abel Fighter crossed their bodies, she caught something again.

   This time, she was finally sure.

   "To be precise, the nature is different." Yun Mumu raised her fingertips and pointed to the fighter jet belonging to Yunfeng on the big screen.

   "That fighter jet is not the one my brother drove at the beginning."

   "What the **** is going on?" In the booth, many players who had been watching the show gradually became dumbfounded.

  In their eyes, the two fighter jets were chasing fiercely at high altitude.

  The bomb exploded in the air, and the fighter jet piloted by Yunfeng actually fought back and forth with Abel!

  I thought that when Abel could control the fighter jet, it would turn into a one-sided situation, but it did not appear at all.

   "What's going on, why is this happening?!" High in the air, Abel roared angrily.

  Whether it is technique, shooting accuracy, or consciousness, he can guarantee that the opponent is completely incomparable to him.

   But in this air battle, I didn't have any advantage.

   "Damn it, I don't believe it." Abel gritted his teeth, once again biting Yun Feng's movements tightly, and swooped away!

  The muzzle of the machine gun emits crazy flames.

   Bullets poured out, almost locking up all the space the fighter could dodge.

   "Haha, go to hell!" Abel laughed wildly.

  When this shuttle hits, even if it doesn't destroy the fighter jet, it will at least cause heavy damage.

   In a flash.

  The two fighters passed by again.

  Yunfeng's fighter was unscathed.

   "?!" Abel's eyes widened, and just now, that strange feeling came to his heart again.

  The opponent's fighter, so fast?

  It was difficult for Abel to capture all of what happened at that moment.

   But the opponent's fighter jet is like lightning, and it seems to be an order of magnitude faster than itself, which is why it dodges all the inevitable bullets.

   "Are you kidding me? This technique is average to me?!"

   "Even if the Heavenly King Laozi is here, he can't dodge the bullet just now, right?!"

   "This Abel is clearly a younger brother in front of Mr. Yun!"

   "Strange, this is not right, what happened?!"

  There was an uproar in the audience, and the players were all stimulated by this thrilling duel, and were extremely shocked.

   "People who haven't personally experienced it can't see the difference at all." Yun Mumu said softly.

   "If Abel had focused on tying the number of kills from the beginning, he would now have an absolute advantage."

   "Too bad he not only didn't do that, he made the dumbest choice."

   "Thus... missed the chance of victory!"

  High in the sky, under Abel's horrified eyes, a Molotov cocktail hit him tyrannically.

  A sea of ​​flames exploded in front of his eyes.

  Just because of this incendiary bomb, the health bar of my plane dropped suddenly at a terrifying speed!

  The opponent's fighter, what a terrifying performance!

   The small fighter that Yunfeng uses is completely different from his own!

  Abel panicked, and he planned to flee the battlefield.

   At the very least, find out the gap between you and the opponent, and then fight again.

   "Finally found out? It's later than expected." High in the sky, seeing the movement of the opponent's fighter jet, Yun Feng chuckled lightly.

   "Then, it's up to me to end this."

  The next moment, the fighter jet under his feet burst into a terrifying airflow again, turning into a streamer and flying away.

  In the cabin, Abel looked around like a frightened bird.

  Until he could no longer see Yunfeng's fighter, he breathed a sigh of relief and bit his finger bitterly.

   "There must be something wrong, the performance of that plane has completely crushed me, GM? No, the other party should not dare to be so blatant."

   "Yes, the problem must be in the airframe!" Abel raised his head with a fierce look in his eyes.

   "Yunfeng, you wait! This time, I will definitely..."

   "Sorry, you have no chance." In the void, there seemed to be a vague voice.

  Abel's pupils shrank suddenly, and a familiar fighter appeared in front of him like a ghost.

   With an astonishing speed, he got out from under himself!

   Could it be that just now, the other party was below him? !

   But how did they catch up again? It was that terrifying speed again!

   Fortunately, at this angle, the opponent's helicopter cannot attack him.

   Before Abelsong could take a breath, a figure suddenly appeared in front of him.

  Wait, this place is high in the sky, where did they come from?

  Abel was in a trance, and the figure had slowly raised the muzzle of his gun.

  The sound of the gunshot was more deafening than any bullet, like a shooting star, and Abel's eyes lit up!

  Then the bullet penetrated the cabin and pierced the forehead of Abel sitting inside impartially.

   It wasn't until the moment when the screen went dark that Abel realized what Yun Feng had done.

  The opponent abandoned the fighter jet and jumped out of the cabin the moment he caught up with him.

   Then at high altitude, he shot and killed himself sitting in the fighter jet with a rifle.

  Abel couldn't even imagine the difficulty of this operation.

  Even if there is a mistake, the opponent will crash and die, and the initiative will return to his own hands.

Why? Isn't the other party afraid of death?

   And after killing himself like this, how will the other party survive?

  Abel didn't know why.

   Outside the booth.

   Under the eyes of everyone, the figure of Yun Feng who killed Abel was illusory for a while.

  The next moment, he suddenly appeared in Abel's fighter.

  With the help of inertia, Yun Feng directly entered the vehicle after getting close to the unowned fighter.

   While everyone was stunned, he drove the opponent's fighter plane unscathed and walked away.

  Everything is like flowing water.

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