"There is no way to save him at nine degrees below zero... Even if his hands are cold and he doesn't do anything, Divine Blessing Light will consume him to death. The damage reduced is not even as fast as the speed at which Divine Blessing Light consumes blood..."
Pan Lin said regretfully: "Not to mention the light of the Holy Ring."
"Looking at the current situation, Qin Muyun's choice to get close might have been a mistake." Li Yibo sighed: "However, there is nothing you can do if you don't get close. There are too many bunkers in the maze state, and the only one who can reach the opponent is Barre.
Special sniping obviously has too many restrictions in this kind of terrain, and long-range consumption of the opponent can only consume Qin Muyun to death by frequently using various low-level healing techniques that cool down very quickly or do not require chanting."
"Coupled with the opponent's miraculous judgment... because the referee team for the hit of Holy Word Cure just now has been testing the equipment of both sides in the background... Oh? The referee indicated that there was no problem with the equipment of both sides in the background!" Pan Lin looked at it
He glanced at the referee's signal and said quickly.
It's not wrong to say cheating, but An Wenyi opened a mathematics cheat named Luo Ji...
"If it weren't for being fooled, the growth rate of the little cold hands would be too scary." Li Yibo sighed. If he continues to train like this, I am afraid that the title of God of Healing will fall on this kid next season.
Bar?
In the end, after the cooling of Holy Word Healing improved, his cold hands were decisively put on the body of Minus Nine Degrees.
The blood volume of Minus Jiu was instantly cleared, becoming the first sharpshooter in the history of Glory to die at the hands of a priest in an arena match.
Qin Muyun feels nothing but aggrieved and uncomfortable now. Isn't this person's ability to see through everything too exaggerated?
Isn’t it really cheating?
Qin Muyun returned to the preparation table, opened his mouth, but said nothing. His face was really dull, and he simply lowered his head, fearing that he would be scolded to death by the Korean team after the game was over...
Han Wenqing didn't say anything, patted Qin Muyun on the shoulder and walked to the competition seat.
Qin Muyun looked up at Han Wenqing's back in surprise. Was the captain...completely disappointed in himself?
"Don't think too much." Zhang Xinjie shook his head: "After this incident, change all the obvious habits. The other party obviously has a deep understanding of your research."
"Yes, Deputy Zhang!" Qin Muyun nodded repeatedly.
"Team Tyranny has sent their captain Han Wenqing! However, Han Wenqing... seems to have been restrained by Little Hands, right? Not to mention the long and short hands and the air superiority of Little Hands, but the self-destruction weapon developed by Bai Mo
If the switch is turned on, Desert Guyan will not be able to escape..." Pan Lin scratched his head: "Could it be that this round will end in a draw, which has not happened in many years?"
"This..." Li Yibo was stunned for a moment and opened his mouth, but nothing came out.
Did Happy's people predict that Han Wenqing would compete in the arena? That shouldn't be the case!
"Brother Ye, is this also part of your plan?" Bai Mo turned around in surprise, Fang Rui, Wei Chen, and Zhang Jiale also looked confused.
"...I don't know anything." Ye Xiu was also a little confused.
In the last game against Samsara, Han Wenqing was indeed the general who guarded the ring in the arena, but in the subsequent team games, Han inevitably showed signs of fatigue.
According to calculations and the information disclosed by Zhang Xinjie at the press conference, Han Wenqing will not be arranged to play in this game anyway...
Could it be that they want to give up the points from this game?
Is it possible with Lao Han’s temperament?
Forget it... Anyway, this game is an excellent one for Xingxin.
An Wenyi was stunned for a moment when he saw Damo Guyan entering the venue. Although he was nervous facing a long-famous master like Han Wenqing,...
But what the heck! Now An Wenyi couldn't help but his legs were shaking a little. That was the solitary smoke in the desert!
One of the three gods of the early professional league, and now the top god of the five major titles in the league! And he has been fighting in the professional league, and Tyranny has existed as always for ten years! Which newcomer is not nervous?!
Well... In addition to Little White Brother Tang Rou and Sister Baozi... there is also that Yang Xixi, forget it, there seems to be quite a few, but this does not include myself!
No, no, no, don't be nervous, An Wenyi. You have the self-destruct switch and the side effects of the medicine, as well as angel wings. You could refresh yourself before starting, and you are still in full strength now. Don't be anxious...
An Wenyi took a deep breath and started the last ring match before being urged by the referee.
At the beginning... should I refresh my status first or save it and throw it to Desert Guyan?
Forget it, let's take off with Angel Wings to see where the opponent is and then make a plan!
The angel's wings spread out again behind the cold hands. Just as he flew over the maze wall, he saw a person rushing towards him from a distance. Who else could it be besides Han Wenqing's Desert Smoke?
"You are worthy of being the King of Fighters in the desert! Attack directly at the beginning! Do you want to interrupt the opponent before he takes off? It is a bit difficult to accurately arrive in front of the cold hands at this distance!" Pan Lin said:
"Can he do it?"
Li Yibo was unusually calm: "Yes, because he is Han Wenqing."
Because he is Han Wenqing.
Although it was just a simple sentence, it instantly made Tyranny's audience excited, and they kept cheering for their captain. Although it was an away game, they managed to perform like a home team!
Naturally, Desert Guyan couldn't hear the shouts of the audience, but his momentum was still as strong as before. He jumped forward, jumped to the next wall, rushed again, and jumped again, like a colorful tiger heading towards
He rushed towards the prey in front of him!
Take the last leap and charge forward!
The shadow of a tiger suddenly appeared behind Desert Guyan, and in an instant it caught up with the cold little hands in the air!
Boxing Master’s level 60 skill, Crouching Tiger and Soaring!
"It's broken, Crouching Tiger Tengxiang has the follow-up passive of being trampled!" Old Wei said nervously.
Just as he said, the cold little hand in the sky was directly knocked over by this foot and fell to the ground.
"Old Han was so decisive. He climbed onto the wall of the maze without any hesitation at the beginning. After seeing Little Cold Hands showing up, he attacked without any hesitation. If he hesitated just a little bit, Little Cold Hands would be able to successfully lift off..." Fang Rui was a little confused.
He sighed regretfully.
"That continuous jump just now was also perfect...should I say he is worthy of being the King of Fighters?" Bai Mo scratched his head.
Ye Xiu watched the game on the field without saying a word. After Fu Hu soared successfully, Han Wenqing landed without any hesitation and directly hit the ground with a high flying kick. This time, it was not a voluntary lift with cold hands, but a high flying kick.
The knock-up effect!
Cun Jin! Another level 75 skill was suddenly used, not wanting to give the little cold hands any chance!
Flames burned on the flaming red fist, and Desert Guyan's attack speed increased again!
