The game continued, Fang Zhang is not a person who knows how to be restrained, all the way through the level, fancy killing, leaving no face, and venting the depression for a while. At this time, as long as Fang Zhang stands in front of the target, there will be countless spectators who will come to watch the game.

In the end, Fang Zhang advanced to the finals with an absolute crushing advantage.

Looking at the descendants again, they stumbled all the way, and there were almost no big wins, but in the end, they also won the ticket to the finals. However, careful people will find that the descendants are strong when they are strong, and weak when they are weak, and he is giving full respect to the opponent while not letting the opponent lose too ugly, which can be regarded as convincing people with virtue.

The finals begin.

If it is according to the results, Fang Zhang's strength must crush the descendants, at this time the voice has almost presented a one-sided situation, the time and place are favorable, Fang Zhang has already become a bamboo in his chest, just waiting to go home to collect rice.

The descendant didn't care about Fang Zhang's previous provocation, and stepped forward to beckon: "Young man, sure enough, the real person doesn't show up." ”

Fang Zhang's face was full of embarrassment, he was indeed a little carried away, it was too impolite, and he said politely: "You have won the award." ”

When the two were preparing for the game, the leader of the organizer came and said to the two: "Two, it's inconvenient for Fang to wait for a while, the leaders of the provincial team and the TV station are rushing here." ”

Fang Zhang doesn't matter, his purpose is to use money to eliminate disasters, and no one can do it. The descendant directly refused, "Don't be, I still have a mission, let's solve it quickly." ”

The organizer coordinated to no avail, so he could only call and urge the other side as soon as possible.

Not long after, the game officially began, and everyone's eyes on the arena were focused on these two people, and the only two remaining players in the Eastern Region shouted at the top of their voices, "Come on!"

Fang Zhang made an OK gesture towards them.

The game begins

The descendant said politely: "Little brother, you come first." ”

Fang Zhang does not shirk, he understands the routines of the descendants, likes to watch other people's results, and finally convinces people with virtue, but what if Lao Tzu puts all the handles with 10 rings? Can you play 11 rings? What are you kidding!

Fang Zhang stood in front of the target, opened his bow and buckled the arrows, only to hear the squeaking sound of the arrow strings.

Bang, the arrow string made a crisp sound, and the arrow cut an arc through the sky, hitting the center of the circle.

No problem, 10 rings per day.

When the descendant went up to the target, he also opened the bow and searched for it, and the arrow was like having eyes, straight into the red heart, which was also 10 rings.

At the same time, the arena erupted in deafening cheers, and it can only be described as incredible to be able to see such a duel in such an amateur competition.

There are really two brushes, Fang Zhang calmed down, and once again went to the front of the target, opened the bow and buckled the arrow, swish, and slammed 10 rings.

The audience cheered again.

The descendant stepped forward with a bow, holding his breath, searching, and banging. The same 10 rings!

When Fang Zhang heard this, his face was a little unsightly, and he walked to the target again, raised his bow, and shot an arrow. 10 rings.

The descendants stepped forward without ink, and took out arrows with bows, 10 rings.

After 3 rounds, both sides were 30 rings, evenly divided! The field erupted in deafening cheers, which was simply incredible.

At this time, Fang Zhang's mentality has changed a little, and it is God who is competing with him, and he doesn't know what will happen in the next game. The outcome of this game is only between the two of them, and 1 ring may decide the life and death of the two. Now the only way to win is to maintain your form, put pressure on the opponent, and force them to make mistakes.

Fang Zhang stood in front of the target again, took a long breath, opened the bow, bang, 10 rings, and successfully transmitted the pressure to the descendants.

But the descendant's face did not change color and his heart did not panic, and he calmly walked to the target, but when he was about to open the bow, the phone rang, and he signaled to the referee that the game was suspended.

Hanging up the phone, he didn't rush over to continue the game, but stood in place and hesitated.

After looking at the score again, he hurried back, picked up the bow and arrow, and shot the arrow out in a hurry without even making preparations, 10 rings!

Fang Zhang was shocked, this is too fake, he didn't even aim at it.

At that time, he couldn't control his laughter, but when he shot the arrow, he was in control, and Fang Zhang's heart was abrupt.

Suddenly, Hou Yi's body exuded a strong sense of oppression, which hit Fang Zhang's heart, Fang Zhang's pupils dilated, and his face was full of incredulity. Angry!

But when I came back to my senses, this feeling was similar to anger, but it was completely different from the feeling of oppression given to him by the ghost officer. To describe it visually, the ghost officer exudes black, while the descendant is red.

At this time, it was Fang Zhang's turn, and he only felt dizzy after taking two steps.

Fang Zhang is like an electric shock, it's not dizziness, but the soul in the body is restless again!

At this time, the referee urged, and Fang Zhang had no choice but to drag the double shadow to the target, and prayed in his heart: "Please, buddy, you and I are one, one is prosperous, one is lost, why the hurry!"

Fang Zhang opened the bow, but obviously felt a little sinking, the most terrible thing happened, the arrow frame on the bow was delayed, the referee asked: "Is there any problem?"

Bang......

The field was quiet, and everyone looked at the empty arrow target in disbelief, and Fang Zhang missed the target!

The audience exclaimed, this genius actually made such a low-level mistake at this juncture last year! Fang Zhan has one head and two big, which is funny.

Someone below said that a master is a master, Fang Zhang is still young after all, and he must have fallen behind in his mentality.

The descendants didn't care about the situation on the field, and walked quickly to the target, as if they were in a hurry, and once again opened the bow and shot arrows very casually, and it was 10 rings again!

At this time, Fang Zhang was already desperate, and the strength of his descendants was far beyond his imagination, and this was the first god in the true sense that he had fought against. People are only one person in Niu X, God is stupid X He is a god after all, even if he is reincarnated, he still exudes a domineering aura that makes him unable to breathe, how can this game be compared.

But he had no choice but to walk to the target head-on, and silently thought in his heart, earning some gas for me.

Open bow, 9 rings.

Fang Zhang's heart was cold, and this shot was completely the technique of the deity. At this time, another soul in the body was sitting on a row of stools not far away, cross-legging Erlang's legs and smoking!

Your uncle, why is your heart so big! Come back.

The head of the soul is like a rattle, but he will not come back! He was shocked by the descendants, in fact, this is also understandable, the soul can see through the descendants, but no normal person is stupid enough to know that it is a god, and still have to do it.

At this time, the descendants came up again, and shot 10 rings at will.

On the other side, the situation is getting more and more tense, and he has to end the fight as soon as possible, and according to the current situation, he should win the final round without shooting himself.

Fang Zhang was helpless, ready to surrender and there was no way to play this game, at this time he really responded to that sentence, don't pretend to be forced, pretend to be forced to be struck by lightning.

In the next few rounds, I don't know if Fang Zhang's luck was good, or it was affected by the soul, the deity even shot a score of 10 rings, and the score on the field was 79 to 70 at this time.

But Fang Zhang missed the target, the descendants shot one less round, and the descendants actually led two rounds inside and out, and there was no suspense in this game.

The descendant lifted the arrow again, 10 rings.

At this time, the total score becomes 80 rings, which means that even if Fang Zhang has 10 rings in the last arrow, it will be 89 rings, and the descendants can reach 10 rings with two arrows, and they can win with a score of 90 rings.

Fang Zhang held his breath, opened the bow, swished, bang, and there was no problem with the 10 rings.

In the end, the total score of Fang Zhang was fixed at 89 rings, according to the strength of the descendants, to have illusions is to deceive themselves, and the fate of failure has entered the countdown, and this time he is completely finished.