Chapter 48: Persistence of the curse, the sword lives up to it
Grand cheers rang out from the Chinese audience. They echoed, lingered, and gradually dropped to silence.
Soxar is struggling.
Backing up, moving sideways, rolling, escaping with arc light, occasionally flying a cutting spell, a burning arrow or a restraining spell. From beginning to end, there was no stopping.
There are very few instant spells that a warlock can use, or spells that have a very short chanting time and are close to instantaneous. They can be used in front of a ghost slayer, the strongest melee master in the Korean team, and a melee master on the same level as Huang Shaotian.
The skills that emerge are even fewer.
But now, one on one, with the Demon Slaying close to him, without the support of any companions, and Yu Wenzhou's hand speed is well known...
There is no hope.
It is no longer possible to survive.
Everyone could see that it was only a matter of time before the warlock fell.
Even so, Yu Wenzhou never stopped operating Soxar for even 0.1 seconds.
He dodges, he runs, he blocks, and he fights back. Even if he is hit by the Ghost Swordsman and floats into the air, the number of combos stacks from 10 to 15 and then to 20, and the blood volume drops shockingly.
, and have been trying to escape or fight back.
Delay a little longer.
Delay a little longer.
Another second, another 0.5 second, another 0.5 second...
No one dares to let a warlock roam free.
As long as Soksar doesn't fall down and chases his soul with his life, he can't return to the team and join forces with other characters in the Korean team.
"It's so cruel..." Looking at the warlock on the screen who was more struggling than fighting, the two girls sitting side by side beside Cha Xiaoxia were already shaking their heads:
"A warlock can only last up to 30 seconds against a ghost slayer, right?"
"I think it's about 45 seconds, right?"
"It's a pity... that warlock is quite beautiful..."
Cha Xiaoxia:......
Are you focusing on the girls? And, are you saying that Soxar is beautiful, or that his operator is beautiful?
He silently shifted his gaze. Next to the big screen, on a small split screen, Soxal's APM curve fluctuated slightly, meandered, and stretched forward.
The highest is 220, the lowest is 180. For other professional players, the hand speed is not worth mentioning, but for Yu Wenzhou, he has tried his best.
However, Cha Xiaoxia clearly saw that the curve did not rise suddenly, nor did it fall suddenly, nor was it interrupted for a moment without any reason. It was unhurried and calm, just like the master of Soksar. No matter how critical the situation was,
I didn't see him panic at all.
Through this gently undulating curve, Cha Xiaoxia could almost see a pair of cool, calm, and perhaps even smiling eyes in the competition cabin, in front of the screen.
Two years of training camp, seven years of being Blue Rain's captain, Yu Wenzhou has never given up for a second because he couldn't keep up with his hand speed, or for any other unfavorable reasons.
Even though Soxar struggled so ugly. The soul-killing technique was interrupted, the arc flash was interrupted, the shadow clone was interrupted, and the trap buckle was still interrupted - running, jumping, circling the pillar, dragging the heavy cloak
, leaning on a staff that was higher than a person’s head, rolling on the ground under the light of the ghost-slaying sword...
In the upper right corner of the screen, the health bar is shortening one bar after another.
50%.
30%.
20%.
10%——
Return to zero.
There are six portraits in a row on the left side of the big screen, and the one at the top has solidified into gray.
Cha Xiaoxia subconsciously lowered her gaze and glanced at the shiny dial of her watch.
1 minute and 10 seconds.
From the moment the Ghost Slayer came close to Soksar's collapse, Yu Wenzhou was delayed for a full minute and 10 seconds in the face of the Korean team's top melee combat team.
No one will live up to the time that Yu Wenzhou desperately delayed.
The character is facing Soksar and Fang Rui, Tang Hao, Li Xuan and Zhang Xinjie cannot see what is happening there. The character is facing away from Soksar and Huang Shaotian, who knows nothing about the other side of the battlefield, cannot do the same.
meeting.
Just by the words "Leave it to you" that just jumped out of the screen, Huang Shaotian knew that the captain was using himself to dig a hole for his opponent again.
It's okay, tactical command...this time we have two.
Even though he knew this, Huang Shaotian still muttered angrily. The sword and the curse, the curse and the sword, have been inseparable for seven years. The warlock is the most stable cornerstone behind the swordsman, and the swordsman is the strongest barrier in front of the warlock.
At this moment, Suoksar planned to use himself as a sacrifice, and He Renduizi would die first, while Ye Yusheng was helpless at the far end of the battlefield. This feeling was really not a good one.
But the situation in front of him could only allow him to mutter this sentence. The next moment, the moment Soksar's last words came out, a bright and pure white halo bloomed in front of the night rain.
Guardian Messenger Skill: Angelic Might!
Even the level 1 Silver Martial Skills are not very powerful in terms of damage to the target, and the knockback effect of the Angel's Might cannot be underestimated. The knockback of the Angel's Might can even ignore the hegemonic effect, and even the shield cannot withstand it.
What's more, a swordsman who doesn't have a strong body and doesn't carry a shield?
If it was just this one blow, Ye Yusheng would be annoyed and fearless. Although the swordsman profession has no ability to deal with the knockback effect, if you retreat, you will retreat. The worst is to rush forward again.
However, in front of him, in addition to the South Korean team’s chaplain Xianyang Chuncao who shines with the power of an angel, there is another character:
Array of ghosts, solitary lamp and cold rain!
The two characters, whether they complement each other or run away separately, are troublesome enough. As long as one of them is let go, Ye Yusheng's efforts to contain the enemy at this end of the battlefield can be said to have failed!
Therefore, Ye Yushengfan's response was extremely tough. The effect of using the angel's power to interrupt the skill was very poor. Yeyushengfan slid backwards with his feet on the ground while swinging the ice rain horizontally.
The brilliant sword energy like a sword cut through the snow-white halo, hitting both of them with one blow, leaving a rain of blood on the bodies of Xianyang Chuncao and Gudeng Hanyu respectively.
The black energy that had just lingered on Jinki Taishou disappeared in an instant.
"Only a little bit worse!" The broadcast camera cut to this end of the battlefield, and Pan Lin shouted excitedly:
"It's just a little bit short! Audience friends, look, the South Korean team's formation ghosts have just started chanting the ghost formation. Judging from the skill light effect, it should be a dark formation, but Huang Shaotian interrupted it in time! Now there is already a gap between the three of them.
After widening the distance, the priest and the ghosts ran to both sides respectively, while the sound of rain in the night was disturbing..."
As Pan Lin said, the two characters of the Korean team, one on the left and one on the right, ran away respectively. The priest started charging to the left and the ghost started to charge and stab to the right. With just a flash, five bodies rushed out at the same time.
personal distance.
Ye Yushengfan, who was repelled by the angel's mighty light, was left behind by them instead.
To stop the priest?
Or to stop the ghosts?
The problem that was faced by the Korean team's exorcists a moment ago was now almost exactly the same before Huang Shaotian. The difference was that the exorcists faced two completely different commands, and Huang Shaotian...
Neither Yu Wenzhou nor Zhang Xinjie gave him any instructions regarding the current situation.