Chapter 218 The invincible sweeping tricks! (1/3 ask for full booking, ask for monthly ticket)
Looking at the black oil under his feet and on his body, Qingkong Leng Shao suddenly thought of something.
"Sword God...are you cheating again? Have you forgotten our agreement?"
Hearing this, Tong Zhen smiled and shook his head.
"Brother Leng, you can't talk nonsense. Our agreement is only not to use darts, and it also stipulates not to use incendiary bottles and bombs!"
As Tong Zhen spoke, he casually took out a bomb with sparks.
Seeing this scene, Qingkong Leng Shao no longer cared about complaining, he quickly jumped up.
The moment he jumped up, the bomb in Tong Zhen's hand was also thrown over.
"Boom!"
There was a loud noise, and at the same time as the bomb exploded, the black oil on the ground was also ignited.
A raging fire rose, and Leng Shao in the clear sky felt a burst of heat instantly.
"Fuck..."
Qingkong Leng Shao was completely panicked!
Because he knew clearly that he could not stay in the air forever. If he waited until he fell, wouldn't he just fall into the fire?
"Sword God, you are so despicable, Mr. Xiaoba, I want to report him..."
Seeing Qingkong Leng Shao's incompetent and furious look, the audience in the live broadcast room burst into laughter.
"Good fellow, Sword God, you have gone too far. See what you have done to Mr. Leng?"
"Hahaha, the Sword God is really bad. After receiving money from Brother Leng, he still wants to treat him like this, killing people and punishing him!"
"Let me tell you, who would have thought that the Sword God has so many trump cards? Just one dart is outrageous, and there is also a bomb!"
"Sword God, as expected of you, you can always give me some new tricks!"
Worship system prompts.
"Ding! Worship points +190"
"Ding! Worship points +197"
…
Just when the barrage was refreshed, Master Qingkong Leng had slowly fallen from the sky.
Facing the approaching flames, Qingkong Lengshao was about to collapse.
"Sword God, please remember this, damn, it's so hot..."
As soon as Qingkong Leng Shao finished speaking, he fell into the fire, and the flames instantly covered his body.
Fortunately, Qingkong Leng Shao was also a rare master, and he responded immediately.
"Sliding shovel!"
Roaming used his strongest displacement skill, Qingkong Leng Shao slid towards Tong Zhen.
Seeing this scene, the former Tong Zhen might have drawn his sword and faced off against the enemy.
But this time he didn't do that. On the contrary, he quickly took a few steps back.
Not only that, while retreating, several Molotov cocktails appeared in his hand again.
"Wow!"
"Wow!"
…
Tong Zhen's grasp of distance was very accurate, and the Molotov cocktail shattered just at the point where Qingkong Lengshao's skill ended.
"Brother Leng, let me give you another bomb!"
When the bomb fell, Qingkong Leng Shao just stopped.
The flames explode instantly!
Qingkong Leng Shao: "..."
Looking at Tong Zhen who kept throwing Molotov cocktails at Qingkong Leng Shao.
The God of Death sitting aside suddenly showed a strange expression.
"Hey, interesting!"
The flames burned quickly, and Qingkong Lengshao's screams spread throughout the arena.
Seeing this scene, the audience on the stage felt shuddering.
"Hiss! Being burned by the flames like this, it must be very painful for Mr. Leng, right?"
"This is so fucking outrageous. Where did this sword god get so many fancy things?"
"Hey, I really feel sorry for Brother Leng. He hit the Sword God twice in a row and was beaten to death. How miserable!"
…
Although Mr. Qingkong Leng fought hard, his resistance seemed so weak under the repeated attacks of incendiary bottles and bombs.
No matter where he goes, Molotov cocktails will fly over immediately, followed by bombs detonating!
Just like this, after Qingkong Leng Shao persisted for half a minute, his blood volume finally reached the end.!
"Sword God, you... I hate you!"
Following Qingkong Lengshao's desperate cry, he fell heavily to the ground.
K.O!
A familiar voice sounded, and the environment the two of them were in returned to the arena again.
"According to your rules, two out of three rounds are the best. Now I declare that the Sword God..."
"Don't worry, I have something to say!"
Here Xiaoba was just about to announce the result of the competition, but Qingkong Leng Shao suddenly interrupted him.
Xiaoba's expression was naturally a little dissatisfied when he was interrupted.
"Adventurer, the competition is over, what else do you want to say?"
Although he knew that his words had offended Xiaoba, Qingkong Leng Shao could no longer care so much at this time.
He said with a gloomy look: "Mr. Xiaoba, I want to discuss with my opponent and change the rules!"
Hearing this, Xiaoba turned his head and glanced at Tong Zhen.
"Adventurer, are you willing to accept the suggestion proposed by your opponent?"
"Oh, just listen to it!"
Just like that, under the spotlight of everyone, Qingkong Leng Shao quickly walked to Tong Zhen's side.
"Sword God, I ask for a real battle with you. Without these fancy things, fight with our own things. I don't know, do you dare?"
Although Qingkong Lengshao sounded very enthusiastic, Tong Zhen's expression did not change from beginning to end.
"Brother Leng, I remember my rule is best of three games, right?
In other words, I have won the game now, so why should I fight you again?"
"Just...just..." Qingkong Lengshao was speechless for a moment.
In the live broadcast room.
"Hey, it's so tragic. I have never felt sorry for a man. Brother Leng is the first one!"
"That's right. I was full of confidence in my long hand and my short hand, but in the end it turned out like this. Who the hell can withstand this?"
"One thing to say, he can only blame himself for this. Wouldn't it be over if he had established the rules early?"
"Hi, but I still have to thank Brother Leng. At least if someone competes with the Sword God in the future, they will know what rules to make!"
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As a super rich second generation from District 1, Qingkong Lengshao has never suffered this kind of injustice.
He looked at Tong Zhen fiercely for a long time, then gritted his teeth and said, "Just because I have money, is that okay?"
audience:"……"
grim Reaper:"……"
Listening to Qingkong Leng's words, which were obviously a bit broken, Tong Zhen smiled indifferently.
"Of course it's okay. Since Brother Leng still wants to continue fighting, let's chat privately!"
The meaning of private chatting is actually very simple, which is to make Qingkong Leng less bidder.
After a while, Qingkong Leng Shao said with a gloomy look.
"Sword God, how about we play one last game and decide the outcome in one round?"
"Well, you pay, you have the final say!" Tong Zhen smiled and nodded.
Qingkong Leng Shao: "..."
Looking at Tong Zhen's smiling face and thinking of the price he had just paid, Qingkong Leng Shao wanted to beat Tong Zhen to death right now.
Suppressing the anger in his heart, Qingkong Leng Shao quickly walked up to Xiaoba.
"Mr. Xiaohachi, this time we will decide the outcome in one round. The other rules remain unchanged, but we need to add that we cannot use external force, we can only use our own things!"
Hearing this, Xiaoba gave Tong Zhen a strange look.
After seeing that Tong Zhen really had no objection, he spoke.
"Okay, then let's get started!"
Following Xiaoba's voice, Qingkong Leng Shao quickly returned to the arena.
"Sword God, this time, I must let you know how powerful Wan Wan is!"
"Uh... okay then!"
Tong Zhen's lazy look instantly angered Master Qingkong Leng: "You...you just waited for me!"
As soon as I finished saying that the sky was clear and cold here, the surrounding environment seemed to change again.
But at this moment, the God of Death who had been sitting there suddenly snorted coldly.
"Oh, I haven't seen enough yet!"
What no one expected was that when the voice of the God of Death came out, the scene that was about to be switched disappeared in an instant.
Seeing this scene, Xiaoba on the side said helplessly.
"Lord Death, you should stop exploding your power at will. This is against the rules!"
"Ahaha, next time, definitely next time!"
Seeing that the venue could not be changed, Qingkong Leng Shao immediately used his skills.
"Gatling gun!"
"Da da da da da!"
A row of bullets hit Tong Zhen quickly.
Although the bullets of the Gatling Gun are numerous and dense, the embarrassing thing is that its attack is in a straight line.
So Tong Zhen just moved up and down and dodged.
Not only that, while moving, he also used his displacement skills.
"Three-stage slash!"
Because the scene has not changed, the two of them are still in the Death's bedroom with a narrow terrain.
In this terrain, short-handed professions have been greatly enhanced.
For example, just like now, Tong Zhen just used a skill and successfully arrived in front of Qingkong Lengshao.
"Brother Leng, hello!"
The next second, Bengshan struck out.
Seeing Qingkong Leng Shao who was easily knocked away by Tong Zhen, everyone felt a little unbelievable.
"This...isn't it? Why is it so difficult for me to roam up close, but it's so easy for the Sword God?"
"I think it's mainly due to the connection of skills. The Sword God used his displacement the moment he dodged the attack. Brother Leng didn't have to dodge at all!"
"Well, that's right. In addition to speed, the map also adds a lot of points. The long-hand profession is not easy to perform in such a narrow environment!"
"After all, it turns out that Brother Leng is gone?"
Worship system prompts.
"Ding! Worship points +190"
"Ding! Worship points +192"
…
Qing Kong Leng Shao was successfully knocked away, and the rest became much simpler.
Tong Zhen unleashed his strongest attack in an instant.
The flashy combos made everyone look stupid.
"Continuous thrusts!"
"Cross cut!"
"Continuous thrusts!"
"Continuous slashes in the air!"
"Wave Breaker!"
The gorgeous sweeping flow operation made everyone feel bright.
On stage.
"It's so gorgeous. The operation of this sword god is really cool!"
"Indeed, this is the first time I discovered that the Sword Soul can be operated like this. It's amazing!"
"Hey, it turns out that the so-called advantage of long hands over short hands does not exist in front of masters!"