"The Chinese team played very well in this period."

This period of competition was almost crazy. From the confrontation between the two sides to the explosion of the feast of ghosts and gods, each player contributed extremely exciting operations, which made the audience wish they could have eight eyes.

Even the professional commentators were fascinated by it. It wasn't until the firefight came to an end and large amounts of data flashed across the screen that Li Yibo let out a long sigh as if he had just woken up from a dream:

"Let's take a look at the output statistics of both sides...the exchange ratio is more than 1:4. In other words, in this short 10-second concentrated fire, the Chinese team destroyed the opponent's health, which was 4 times that of its own team.

So many!"

"pretty!"

First, the sound of rain in the night and the harassment of life and death took turns to delay the opponent's progress, making it easier for our side to process and prepare for the battlefield;

Then, lead the opponent to the pre-selected terrain, give them space, and induce them to use their accustomed play style;

Finally, hold the opponent's charge in a targeted manner, cooperate as a team, and counterattack instantly!

This is the home field advantage, this is the edge of tactics, this is - Xiao Shiqin!

Professional players are all aware of these calculations and considerations that start from the moment they take the field, or even before they take the field. However, what the Chinese audience saw at the scene were only the vigorous collision of big moves, only the crazy falling blood line, and only their own

The players suppressed the Russian team.

All they could do at the scene was shout and cheer!

"pretty!"

"Well done!"

"Kill them!"

"A wave of flow! A wave of flow! Uh..."

In the light and shadow of the explosion of the Feast of Ghosts and Gods, the Chinese team, which had been attacking with all their might just now, turned around and ran away.

"..."

"..."

Katyusha's cannons roared, and they pursued them.

However, for several others, the Red Cossack received a stiffening bullet and has not yet recovered;

The Nutcracker has only his bloody skin left and is being treated by a priest who dares not chase him even if he is told to chase him;

The demon swordsman Hanliu and the boxer Ivan the Terrible managed to escape, but a line of ice stretched across the center of the clearing, shining brightly, as if it was blinking and laughing at them.

And Fengcheng Yanyu, who drew the ice line, had already climbed up the tree with Shi Buhuan, running along the horizontal branches that had been run countless times in the past two days and were already very familiar with them.

Ye Yusheng was standing guard with a sword on his side, and his mechanical rotors were turned off and floated in the air. While flying his gun backwards, he fired in the direction of the Russian team.

On the ground, Fengshan Devil Cry succeeded with one blow, sprang out of the tree hole, and ran away. After running a few steps, Tang Sanda had already caught up with him. The two brothers stood side by side, and under the rumbling sound of Katyusha's cannon

Dodge left and right.

The firmness and decisiveness of the transfer are really impressive...I don't know what to say.

It's natural to run away after a fight.

Face?

What is face.

I have been with a certain team leader day and night for almost a month, and everyone in the national team said that they had long forgotten what a face is.

"Well, the exchange ratio just now is indeed very beautiful, but the price is that most of the Chinese players' ultimate skills are in the process of cooling down. So now, the Chinese team must temporarily slow down the attack, increase the distance, and wait for the cooling down of the skills to end.

…”

Pan Lin tried to explain a few words for the Chinese team's decisive turn. Before he finished speaking, Fengcheng Yanyu stopped! Shi Buzhuan stopped! Ye Yushengfan jumped down from the treetop, and a cold light flashed across the silver weapon in Tang San's thugs, and he turned around to counterattack

!

"Well……"

A line of ice could not stop the Russian team for long. Two mobile characters, the magic swordsman Hanliu and the boxer Ivan the Terrible, bypassed the ice line from the left and right and caught up first. In the blink of an eye, the mad swordsman Red

The Cossack also recovered from his stiffness, raised his heavy sword, cut the path in three sections, and rushed forward wildly.

They entered the densest areas of the jungle.

The road is full of potholes and tree roots are in a mess. Aerial roots hang down from the horizontal branches at high places. Some are floating in the air, as fine as curtains, while some are rooted in the ground and are as thick as a hug. There are even roots on the ground like walls, which separate the whole forest.

into blocks of different sizes.

As I ran, I could hear the rapid footsteps on the other side of the wall. When I turned my face, I could only see the wall of trees higher than my head.

The boxer who was leading the way with Yun Shen was hit by Tang San who suddenly appeared and hit his head with a claw.

Ivan the Terrible:!!!!

The two of them were playing ping-pong-pong with each other. The boxing expert had a strong hand, and Tang Hao was also a master in terms of personal skills and tactics. In the rush, no one could defeat the other. The fist gloves collided with the claws, and there was a fierce sound of gold and iron.

The mad swordsman Red Cossack was the closest. Hearing the noise, he immediately followed the sound and wanted to come to help. This time he turned around...

Not even a ghost could be seen.

The terrain is too rough!

He turned his perspective to make sure that the wall of trees in front of him - or the wall of tree roots - was not something that could be jumped over casually. He had no choice but to run around. Just after he rounded a corner, the sword was shining brightly in front of him, and the sound of night rain was heard as he flew down.

Cut it out with one sword!

The level of the sword master is extraordinary, not to mention that this move of Silver Light Falling Blade is already very powerful due to the high sight. The red Cossack had no choice but to counterattack and block it. The lightsaber collided with the heavy sword, and a powerful move was struck.

, one borrowed the power that descended from the sky, and actually encountered an evenly matched opponent.

The two men froze at the same time. At this moment, a pillar of fire shot up from under his feet and rushed him into the sky!

Looking up from the perspective of the red Cossack floating in the sky, Fengcheng Yanyu stood high on the treetops above, robbing the head of the wind staff, the red light still lingering.

This flaming impact was precisely the moment when the falling silver blade struck, and the time and position were just right. Ye Yushengfan took the opportunity to spread out his sword and attack quickly!

Being suppressed and beaten by the enemy swordsman, the Russian mad swordsman did not panic. His teammates were dragged down and unable to assist, and the Russian mad swordsman did not think it was a big deal. The swords were rolling, and the red Cossack's health quickly dropped below

50%. He finally landed from Ye Yushengfan's combo, roared, and the blood all over his body surged!

Bloodthirsty fight!

The Mad Swordsman’s level 50 awakening skill provides the Mad Swordsman with high attack, high speed, high resistance to abnormal conditions, and at the same time gives the Mad Swordsman a super powerful skill!

What's the point of being beaten? Losing blood is nothing. Losing more than half of the blood is the real beginning of the mad swordsman's battle!

With the heavy sword raised, the mad swordsman's level 75 maximum move, Jedi Storm, rolled over overwhelmingly.

In the boiling blood, he saw the Chinese swordsman on the opposite side raising his sword to resist. The light sword was so thin and weak in the blood shadow of the epee, as if it would break the moment the two swords touched...

At that moment.

Before the two swords touched each other, a pale flame silently ignited all over the mad swordsman.

The blood energy faded away, the sword light disappeared, and all the skills and status of the red Cossack were completely sealed by this ball of flame.

Holy fire.
Chapter completed!