But the man who had already entered the arena stood firmly in the preparation area, waiting for the dream match to begin. He is not the bloody battle keeper who often creates nightmares in the middle of the night, nor is he another character, but the idiot Lu Yunqian's orange swordsman - Heng Dao Yijian.

That's it, whether it's real or dream, all I want is this refreshing fight!

With a flick of his fingers, Liu Jiangqing used his mouse to select the 1V1 battle map [Lava Fire Pool] that he had reviewed countless times in his dreams. The Constant Sword was quickly prepared, and the arena map began to load, showing the 360-degree lava fire pool and a hint of the additional burning effect in the arena.

Everything went quickly and orderly, and when it was loaded, there was a five-second pre-battle time on the game screen, and the two characters had refreshed to the left and right ends of the map. The perspective of the two sides is controlled by the system to rotate and play, and you can clearly see the situation of the other party in the countdown.

The pool of lava fire splattered with crimson flowing magma, slapping against the shards of the slate, sending out a cloud of black smoke. The remaining tongues of fire greedily licked the small slate, trying to burn it as red as their own. The stalagmites of all heights and heights stand proudly in the magma, and the sleek tops reflect the warm orange light around them, which look like plum blossom piles, but in fact they are smooth traps that cannot be footed.

In the midst of this raging scene, a figure stood on the opposite side not far away, with a cold light flashing in his deep eyes, killing intent without the slightest emotion. Everything in his eyes is just as weak, and this kind of arrogant momentum is intimidating just by looking at it, and it adds to the tension of this match.

Look like this again, how much do you guys look down on me!

Liu Jiangqing suddenly remembered the two years on the field, and she also felt the same way at that time. The difference was that the person on the other side was not wearing the white and blue swordsman's soft armor, but a warrior's red robe armor. But the domineering aura emanating from him was exactly the same as that man, and even stronger than then.

Vaguely, the image in the memory slowly coincided with the character in front of him, conservation, constant sword and sword, Lu Daoheng, Lu Yunqian...... Liu Jiangqing kept changing these four names in his mind, flashing in front of him with an afterimage. The camera pans faster and faster, and the faces appear frequently until they begin to coincide. At this moment, a light suddenly flickered, and he jumped out of his thoughts, only to see that the countdown on the computer screen became "1".

The battle begins!

A footprint subconsciously and quickly moved behind a stalagmite that could cover his figure, hiding his figure and waiting for an opportunity. Although he had the experience of fighting in the ring with Hengdao, at that time, this swordsman only showed a few sharp operations, and did not show the real strength. So he knew that today's Heng Dao Yijian would definitely be more powerful than then, and he would never use the lazy mentality he had at the beginning to deal with this 1V1 battle.

In this familiar arena map, under this familiar gaze, in this dream game, everything will be carried out at the level of an official game. It's not about the money, it's not about winning or losing, it's about glory, it's just about fighting this person, that's all.

Liu Jiangqing can't remember how long it has been since she was so serious, and she has never appeared again after that scene was over. The opponents in the game are too weak, and the professional game is a distant thing in the past. The only thing that made me nervous was the dream back to the game with Conservation, the heart-wrenching battle. Today, everything has reappeared, but the opponent he faced has changed from a warrior to a swordsman.

The crimson magma swelled up, like a wave of seawater, rising and falling at the base of the stalagmites, like a swarm of fiery ants rushing towards the trunk of a tree, and falling down again halfway through. Streams of fire slammed into the few shards of the slate, and flames shot out, trying to drag the figure above into the magma and burn it clean. However, the man on the slab stepped on the flame with extreme precision, and although it was so close, the magma could not even touch a spark.

The athletic map was hot and dry just by looking at it, but the two of them were as calm as water on the field, and although they occasionally moved their positions, they never crossed the halfway line. The surrounding area was filled with the sound of burning magma, one after another. If this sound sounds very subtle on its own, it is like a person whispering. But being in the midst of magma is like a large group of people whispering at the same time, not only powerful, but also creepy. Two years ago, it was also such a group of squirming voices that constantly filled Liu Jiangqing's ears, making him more and more irritable and anxious the more he fought.

Tian Jiangming half-crouched and wandered near the midfield of the lava fire pool, his eyes already locked on the red figure, and moved together. Hold your breath, put away his shadow, just wait for a moment to turn around, just wait for an angle to move, and he will be sure to get the first sneak attack.

The red soldier hiding behind a stalagmite in the midfield shook his body slightly, and suddenly a flash of lightning flashed from behind him, and a figure jumped out at the same time. Seeing that the sharp blade in the lightning was about to cut into the guardless neck of the warrior, the front end of the orange martial gold thorn suddenly burst out a string of sparks, as if it had been slashed on the metal. When you look closely, the flowing gold thorn has left a deep attack mark on a round shield.

Blocked!

Tian Jiangming immediately subconsciously made a backflip to open the distance to prevent a counterattack, but a cold sweat broke out in his heart, he didn't expect the fighter to react so quickly. That block was simply cast a second before the damage took effect, as if it had already known when, where, and what kind of sneak attack it would take.

If this block is played earlier, he will undo the attack and continue to wander away for opportunities; If he makes a move a little later, this double moon slash will trigger critical damage with a real headshot, which can take away at least 10% of his HP. However, at such a moment, he let himself be bullied but failed to attack, but he was in an extremely passive situation.

And the warrior immediately chased after Ming towards the sky after blocking this sneak attack, and the stone slab under his feet was trampled to a sway, as if it was about to overturn in the magma. The warrior didn't move as fast as the assassin, so when he chased after Tian Jiangming's foothold, Tian Jiangming had already circled around another stone slab and began to hide and hide with the red warrior while looking for a flaw again. The two of them moved tactically between the slate and stalagmites, and tentatively moved forward with each other. The situation on the pitch is back to square one after a fruitless encounter.