5% health.

This amount of blood, facing any opponent - except Sanren - is the degree to which the top move is immediately lost. In such a moment of life and death, Yi Ye Zhiqiu did not retreat immediately. Instead, he raised his spear and continued to attack!

"This distance—"

Pan Lin lost his voice. The two sides were only 5 physical positions apart, and the distance was too close. As long as you stab the sky with one blow and attacked by Judo in close proximity, Yiye Zhiqiu will be immediately beaten to zero in blood!

Before the sound was over, Judo had already left one side of his body, and the tip of the spear was almost touching his chest; while vodka and salt took advantage of this piercing the sky, quickly approached, stretched their right hand and grabbed it in front of him-

boom!

The left hand that was hidden behind the leaves suddenly turned out. A long-hidden fallen palm was pushed out straight and mercilessly.

Damn it!

Sergei cursed inwardly. It was another battle for operation... This Chinese tactic player clearly relied on his youthful advantage and crushed his hand at a rapid pace!

The vodka and salt flew backwards. With a loud bang, the whole person bumped into the side of the main altar, and several people hugged the thick marble pillars.

Yiye Zhiqiu did not rush to pursue. Taking advantage of the fact that vodka and salt fell into a brief stagger after this collision, the battle mage stepped on his side, with his right hand retreated back to the spear, and his left hand grabbed the spear from the other side. The dark but evil top, a little silver lighted up silently, becoming more and more dazzling.

This move was just started with a mobile technique, and vodka and salt were wrongly judged, and they were instantly hit. However, at this moment, in Yiye Zhiqiu's hand, it was a serious attack move. The silver light at the tip of the spear suddenly shone brightly, and he rushed forward with Yiye Zhiqiu. Before the judo stagnation was lifted, a spear thrust the center of the mouth and pressed the opponent against the wall!

Battle Mage Level 65 skill: Haolong Pojun!

The skill determination of this ultimate move is much stronger than that of the fallen flower palm. Then, with a fierce impact on the wall, the time when vodka and salt were knocked out was far longer than that just now. Yiye Zhiqiu was unreasonable, and the spear spread out, and a phantom pierced out, and he couldn't see how many attacks he had started.

On the big screen, the combo statistics soared rapidly. It was with the help of the system that the battle mage's ultimate move that obtained a huge attack speed bonus: Hundred Dragons Meteors.

The spear shadows were layered. This ultimate move should have been spread into a fan shape, but Sun Xiang controlled the landing point to a very small range. The phantom of the spear body almost condensed into a black column of light. If the spear tip of the judo chest was drawn in a circle, it would not exceed the thickness of the bowl.

The light column is rising higher and higher. Sergei has tried to break away or even counterattack; however, the opponent's attack is not leaking, so he can only watch his character be impacted and gradually slide toward the heights. If it weren't for the stone column on his back, he would have probably entered a floating state at this moment.

This is, among combat mage skills, the fastest assassination frequency is the first in short-term, and the Hundred Dragons Meteors fight!

With such intensive assassination and such concentrated accuracy, the opponent is still constantly fine-tuning the angle of moves...

Young man!

After a set of combos, the evil has raised an angle of 45 degrees than the first strike, and pointed it above the point. Then, the dragon teeth and the sky strike! It briefly stiffened and provoked the air. A leaf of autumn spear poked upwards obliquely, hung vodka and salt at the tip of the spear, spread its arms and swung it out a semicircle!

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A high-frequency, extremely sharp sound rolled through the venue without any mercy.

This round dance stick was so dying. He grabbed the zipper on the shoulders of the judo and ran over a row of treble keys in the playing area of ​​the organ.

The shorter, shorter and more frequent organ performance sound effects than shooting the keys before a shot through the clouds, were like thunder and lightning. The tweeter installed everywhere in the venue reached the ears of every audience. - If the speaker had not been powered by high enough, I was afraid that the sound could be broken on the spot.

In the contestants' seat and in the audience, countless spectators hugged their heads and wailed.

Tang Rou's pretty face was about to be distorted. The sound of the organ that can be played - or tossed out no matter how it is - is simply a crime! What did the person who designed the map think, just make a model and poke it there, why do you have to make a sound!

"I really want to go to the team competition right away..." Chu Yunxiu buried her face on Su Mucheng's shoulder, looking ahead, looking eager. There is still a place in this world that can hide from the quiet... she can't cover her palms and her earplugs can't hold it, but there is another place that can perfectly isolate this noise!

The dark room where players play games...

"You said, why can't I play early?"

On the far right side of the first row, Zhang Jiale, who was also holding her head in her ears and curled up into a shrimp in her seat, asked a question exactly the same as Chu Yunxiu.

Zhang Xinjie: "…"

I always feel that after going abroad and coming to the World Invitational, this senior who is second only to the Korean team in the team, is becoming more and more self-loathing.

Fortunately, this torture was just a moment. The loud noise was still buzzing in my mind. The skill time of the round dance stick was over. The vodka and salt were flattened, rolled and bounced up!

The gloves and the spear collided fiercely again.

The golden font of “glory” flew out of the screen.

The battle ends.

After a moment of silence, the competition cabin opened, and Sun Xiang walked off the competition stage with brisk steps.

In this game, he fought for half of the opponent's blood with 25%. Overall, he lost 128% of the Russian team's health, leaving a very favorable situation for his teammates behind. The two players combined only need to kill one and a half of the opponent's head.

"Sun Xiang!"

"Sun Xiang!"

Cheers were cheering in the stands. Sun Xiang's eyes were shining, his chest was erect, and he waved his hands frequently. On the way, he slapped Zhang Jiale, who had already stood up, and passed by - as for the fact that a team leader went to the referee's place and had not come back yet, who cares.

The cheers were even louder. In addition to shouting Sun Xiang's name, another voice joined in, from small to large, and soon overwhelmed the original shout:

"Come on Zhang Jiale!"

"Come on Zhang Jiale!"

Zhang Jiale paused. He half turned his body, looked back at the stands in the sound, and then paused.

There, the pink flower flag, the black and red Batu flag, and the bright national flag were intertwined in height, and were intimate.

Zhang Jiale stood there for two seconds. Then, while walking towards the competition table, he waved to the audience who waved their arms and shaking the flag. Seeing the contestants responded, the cheers in the stands rose again. After repeated several times, they suddenly turned into exclamations.

Zhang Jiale, who was walking and looking back, raised his foot and tripped on the only one step on the competition stage.

Almost fell flat.

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In order to smash the organ, Sun Xiang made another chapter...

Smash the organ (1/1)
Chapter completed!