Chapter 522: The End of the Battlefield Race (Page 1/1)

If the flight blindness is not lifted, a second is a second.

The familiar black shadow quickly pasted the resurgence of the still dizzy wind and clouds, and the knife rose and fell into two strings of blood flowers, returning the amount of damage from the red fire meteor just now to him. Suddenly, the wind and clouds below him rebounded and bounced backwards, aiming at the black shadow and firing short arrows as he retreated. But he only jumped two distances before stopping, seizing the opportunity to attack Yang Peipu again, and every second interval was grasped without leakage, and it seemed that there had never been such a time to concentrate.

Mo Yunai, who was rubbed by these tricks, was shocked and angry, he had never performed so neatly when he was training in the team in the past, and now he was challenged by the All-Star to be one after another, making it clear that he wanted to embarrass him. Seeing that the opponent played at an extraordinary level, Mo Yunai didn't plan to take another chance to sneak attack, clenched the double blades in his hands, and directly opened the front.

In fact, the shooter is really not afraid of the assassin's sneak attack from afar, but is very afraid of hand-to-hand combat, and if he can't twist an angle, he will become a restrained look, and the arrow can't be released. When the storm rose again, Mo Yunwai rushed in a straight line, and the strong confidence he had just built up suddenly collapsed in half, and he subconsciously ran backwards two steps and hid behind a tree. Mo Yunai immediately saw the change in his mentality from these two steps, rushed to Fengyun, and then got up again, rotated in place, and the blade in his hand was on his neck, and began to attack continuously.

This move is very frightening for the resurgence of the storm, because if the rotation and anticipation are not fast enough, they will not be able to shake off the assassin's attack, and the bow and arrow will not be able to turn to the target to shoot. He began to roll back desperately, his fingers quickly adjusting his body to turn, and then soaring into the air, finally throwing out Mo Yunwai's grappling.

Storm clouds fired dozens of arrows from the air, and the arrows struck the head of the target on the ground. When he was about to land, he turned his head and retreated to Mo Yunai's side, and it was a move with a slowing effect of ten thousand arrows, making the most of the short time off the ground, and finally counterattacking back to the situation.

The more Lotte hit it, the more surprised he became, and even felt for a moment that this resurgence was not like Qiu Yang he knew before, but another professional master. He finally couldn't help but glance up at Qiu Yang, who was sitting in the middle row of the red team opposite, the young man was fighting hard, his expression was focused, but his face obviously showed a different expression from the game.

- It's fun.

An inexplicable taste crept into Lotte's heart, and inadvertently Mo Yunwai in the game was actually lost 15% of his blood volume by a critical hit, and he was already half blooded. The resurgence of the storm has smoothed out the feel, and the area under his hand has shot a big move to chase the soul. Although Mo Yunwai dodged in time, the range of the ultimate move was quite wide, and after avoiding the fatality of a single hit, he still wiped off a little bit of health, and only 40% of the health bar remained.

To escape, or not to escape?

Lotte touched the vanishing and knew that even if he escaped, he might not be able to escape. A cold light flashed in his eyes, his fingers jumped sharply on the keyboard a few times, and in the game, Mo Yunwai suddenly slid out from Fengyun Reiqi in a strange posture, stood up and instantly sneaked up on his back, deciding to use the last bit of time to grind down his HP and create a one-knife advantage for the other assassins in the team.

"Come to my coordinates, pick up the head, two and a half blood."

This was the last thing Lotte said in the team, and as soon as he finished saying this, a black shadow suddenly flew in the air, and it hit Mo Yunwai's back. A flash of red light flashed, and his screen went gray.

According to Lotte's previous character, he has never been the only one who grabs people's heads, and he will never provide others with the conditions to take people's heads. Because in his eyes, the whole group battle was a foreshadowing for the assassins to grab the head, and the one who took the head was the final winner. But just now, he suddenly changed this idea, and felt that it was also a sense of accomplishment to let his teammates accomplish what he hadn't done.

Or maybe it's not a sense of accomplishment, but a revenge mentality that is eager to avenge oneself by borrowing someone else's hand. But Lotte really felt that something in his heart had been broken, broken by Qiu Yang's perverted combo. But he still can't figure out what is broken, and maybe he will find out after a long time.

This vigorous battlefield match lasted for nearly twenty minutes before the two sides entered the final showdown. In addition to the two people who have been sitting on the cold bench on the red side, there are Tong Nian and Xiang Fei left. The blue team still has Zhao Xuan, Su Qihong and Shangguan Mingjue left.

Tong Nian's character's winter blood is still intact, and with the treatment of the five spirit guards thrown out before death, the blood volume has recovered to 78%. Xiang Fei fought coquettishly all the way in this game, won the two members of the blue team who came to take the head of Fengyun Comeback and Xiwei, and killed the blue team to treat Song Zhiyun in seconds, which can be said to be a big killer. But his blood volume was pressed to 55% after these vicious battles, and he was only half of his blood away from a mouthful of blood, and the three people on the opposite side each came to make a big move.

The crowd held their breath because the numbers on both sides were so delicate. If Liufeng and War Spirit, who sit on the cold bench for most of the second half, join the red team to fight, the two sides are 4V3. If the two of them still consider that they are members of the Thousand Souls, and are unwilling to participate in the war or even give away their heads for nothing, the two sides are 2V3. Such a delicate situation made everyone guess this inscrutable ending in their hearts, and it seemed that whoever won and who lost was finally attributed to those two people with tangled identities.

"Will one of them be sent to death, and the other will stay to help Tong Nian? It's fair that way. Someone asked the neighbor nervously, thinking that this was the only way to average the strength of the opponent.

"It's hard to say, I don't think they plan to help the RED team, after all, there's still that bet on it." The neighbor frowned, feeling for the first time that people were unpredictable and too difficult to guess.

"Well, it's unjust to help the red team, and it's unkind not to help the red team. They are so pitiful, I don't know what will happen on the forum after today, I really feel sorry for these two players. Some audience members sighed and said a fair word, which caused a sigh around them, and they all realized the helplessness of the two people on the stage.

"You stay with those two, stay alive, don't move." Mai Kazama took a step forward and made a one-on-three gesture.

"I'm the captain, you're the captain, huh? I've been giving orders all the way, I didn't even say you, and now you're still ordering me? Fuyushita smiled and took a step forward, standing side by side with Mai Kazama.

"You're the captain, but you're dumber than me, so you listen to me and go back." Mai Kazama persuaded Fuyuxia like a child, "And I'm still a guest, let me give the All-Stars a sensational finish, don't steal my limelight, go to the finals and play!" ”

"Tsk, I really wish you would be a guest for the rest of your life."

Fuyushita knows that Mai Kazama is very powerful, but in the current situation, it is really a fool's dream for him to pick three. The blood volume of the Blue Fang Long Soul is 67%, the blood volume of the Eternal Binghong is 58%, and the blood volume of Tianshengyuan is 44%, and the combined blood volume of these three people is higher than the total blood volume of the two of them. Thinking about one-to-three, it's impossible.

However, since this senior insisted on doing this, Dongxia no longer objected, and silently retreated to the fortress enchantment, squatting together with the stunned Liufeng and the battle spirit to watch the excitement.

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