At this moment, the game on the stage is still in full swing.

The BO7 format, not surprisingly, Meng Feiyang and Myth played seven rounds.

In the final pinnacle showdown, the two sides fought a tug-of-war for forty minutes.

The audience and fans at the scene, even if it was nearly twelve o'clock, were still enthusiastic and nervous, looking at the display intently.

The back and forth has been thrilling for several waves.

Among them, the most calm are the two teenagers sitting in the VIP audience.

He was already drowsy and was about to fall asleep in his seat.

The audience suddenly erupted in cheers, waking up Si Xiaoxiao, who was about to flow out.

After he woke up, he subconsciously went to see the little guy, who was already drowsy, but still barely supported his chin and looked at the end of the game on the stage.

He usually goes to bed early, has good self-control, and is already lying in bed and falling asleep at ten o'clock every day.

It's twelve o'clock now, and the little guy whose biological clock can't be converted is blurred and his long eyelashes are drooping.

Si smiled and stared at his pink face for a long time, and the corners of his lips unconsciously hooked.

"Let's go, go home."

Qiao Jin glanced at him, "The game is not over yet. ”

"Still watching when you're sleepy?"

"Gotta finish it."

Although he doesn't have any feelings for these brothers on the field, he at least has to respect others after watching the game.

In the forty-minute game, there is only one crystal left on both sides, let alone fighting, even super soldiers can't beat it.

It can be clearly seen that the auxiliary Sun Bin was hit by a large pair of pincers from the super soldier, and his blood volume dropped by half, and he could only run with the second skill rolling and crawling.

After playing for so long, the players' spirits are already a little exhausted.

In the last detail, the winner is determined by high-intensity mental concentration.

Qiao Jin sat in front of him, and he could even clearly see that some of the players' hands were trembling slightly.

In the last wave of team battles, both sides lost their resurrection armor, and the only life-saving equipment was the famous sword.

So as long as you jam the opponent's famous sword, you have a good chance of winning.

Qingliu heard his teammates discussing, "Isn't the world-weary famous knife still not recovered?" ”

The assistant is to observe the CD on the other side, he said: "He was useless in the last wave of team battles, and now there should be a famous knife, let's delay it and wait for Qingliu's CD to recover, it's just thirty seconds away." ”

Qingliu said lightly: "Go now." ”

The teammates were stunned.

"Now?"

The auxiliary has said that the world-weary famous knife is still there, but the clear stream is in the CD.

Isn't it at a disadvantage to myth them now?

Qingliu has always been the most calm, could it be that he feels that he has been grinding with the misanthropy for so long, so he just let him forget it?

After all, both sides have done their best so far, and the audience will not feel that anyone has released water.

"Yes, now." After Qingliu finished speaking, he didn't ink with them, and directly opened his skills to explore his vision.

Explained, "Our line now has the upper hand. ”

But in the hearts of his teammates, the line of soldiers is far less important than the famous sword.

A famous sword is equal to a second life.

Fight with one life against a person with two lives, no matter how you fight, you will lose.

The teammates were slightly dissatisfied in their hearts, and felt that after Qingliu and the misanthropy were together, they began to be angry.

However, the overall situation is important, and they still follow Qingliu honestly, and the team battle between the two sides broke out in the Mengfeiyang wild area.

Qingliu and misanthropy are the key protection objects of both sides, and they are not good at stubble, and myths can infer the time of their famous knives.

Naturally, they also knew that Qingliu's famous knife had not yet recovered.

The misanthropy blurted out without hesitation, "Fight with them, fight the jungle to cut the clear stream." ”

Teammates: "......"

Look at the appearance of these six relatives who don't recognize them, but they are too loved by their teammates.

In the later stage, both sides were a little weak, and no one could move the auxiliary who was already meaty.

There is also a Zhu Bajie on the side of the myth, and a team battle has been fought for a long time.

Qingliu's famous knife time has been restored, and after Meng Feiyang cut him to death in the jungler, he quickly changed the second to suck blood, and the blood bar continued to output as it rose slowly.

"No, it's too meaty, they have Zhu Bajie to carry us and can't beat it."

The more Meng Feiyang fought, the more he felt struggling, and the two sides consumed some and no one could beat anyone.

The misanthropy always felt weird, and suddenly asked, "Wait a minute, have you just cleared the army?" ”

"Nope."

Teammate: "Why is the line missing?" ”

The world-weary immediately jumped out of the encirclement of the team battle, don't come out and find a bush and go back to the city.

There is no line of troops from the point of view, that is, the myth that they have cleared the line of troops, and the line of troops is on the way to the crystal.

Misanthropy: "Stop fighting, go back to guard your home." ”

The lane has appeared in the view of the high ground.

Fortunately, the world-weary reacted quickly, and he returned to the city first.

They reacted in an instant and hurriedly retreated.

A scene that made people vomit blood appeared.

Zhu Bajie's big move smashed in front of them, and a big rake fell from the sky, blocking their way home.

Stopping them from going home, the mythical people did not intend to hit them.

Spread out to find the only misanthropy to run.

Qingliu manipulated Miss Sun Shangxiang, and also ruthlessly used her skills to explore the grass.

Love and kill each other vividly.

Meng Feiyang was very panicked, the army line had passed, and there was still a small half of the time for the misanthropy to return to the city, but at this time, Qingliu had already walked in front of the grass that was misanthropic and returned to the city.

As long as he throws a random skill, he can interrupt the world-weary return to the city.

Qingliu stood in front of the grass, his skill already pointed at his fingertips, aiming at the grass.

As long as he loosens now, the world-weary will not be able to return home.

He glanced at the line and lowered his long eyelashes.

In the whole seven games, not a single moment let go of water, and even he hid the ID displayed above the team's head.

The misanthropy is now extremely calm, and he has a faint premonition that Qingliu knows that he is in this grass.

So he accepted it calmly with both interrupting and not interrupting.

Clear stream finally slides the skill and releases.

Cancel the release.

In the next second, the world-weary progress bar returning to the city was full, and he returned to the spring.

He sprinted in front of the crystal and scuffled with the super-creep.

was already half-blooded and misanthropic, and he came out without replenishing his blood when he returned to the city, and the big pincers of the super soldier clicked on him.

HP drops rapidly at a rate that is visible to the naked eye.

The narrator's voice couldn't help but be a little excited, "Can the misanthropy defeat the super soldier to keep the crystal, we can see that now the misanthropy has only a quarter of his blood, and the super soldier was only killed by him." ”

"There are three seconds left for the world-weary ultimate, and if Marco Polo amplifies the move, the output will be ......"

The voice of the narrator stopped abruptly.

Marco Polo was beaten to death by a super soldier with a large pincer.

“……”

The world-weary looked at the super soldier on the screen and dismantled his crystal twice, licked his dry lips, hooked the corners of his lips and laughed.