"Fatty, admit defeat!"

The two people of the Sikong Academy in the middle lane, one is a martial artist with a sword, and the other is a spirit master, these two cooperate seamlessly, Leng Zishan's body has been made a lot of wounds, and the reason why he can still support it is because the first wave of troops is not too strong, and those two people can't cross the tower to kill.

However, even so, with the cooperation of the two, Leng Zishan should not be able to last long.

"Die!" After the spirit master sacrificed a wave of skill attacks towards Leng Zishan, taking advantage of Leng Zishan's stun time due to the skill attack, the martial artist who had been waiting on the side quickly rushed into the tower while there was a troop line.

"You Farah Academy, you're rubbish!"

Rushing into the defense crystal, the martial artist stabbed Leng Zishan viciously in the chest.

"Get out of here!"

Suddenly, a clear voice sounded, and the martial artist heard that someone was supporting, but he was not nervous at all, and the long sword in his hand was still stabbing towards Leng Zishan's heart.

Seeing a long sword coming towards his heart, Leng Zishan smiled bitterly and closed his eyes in despair.

Sou!

Just when Leng Zishan thought that he was dead, and the two people from Sikong Academy were also extremely proud because they were about to get rid of an opponent, the martial artists of Sikong Academy widened their eyes in disbelief.

He lowered his head and looked at his heart blankly, only to see a long black arrow flying at some point, and it had already pierced firmly into his chest.

"Ho ......"

The martial artist turned around in disbelief, and when he saw the handsome young man who suddenly burst out of the grass, his eyes suddenly widened: "Be careful!"

"Bang!"

The reminder only said two words, and he fell reluctantly.

Swish!

A flash of white light flashed, and another opponent was sent off the playing field.

"What?"

The spirit priest's eyes widened in disbelief, and he remembered the two words his companion had just said, "Be careful," and he subconsciously wanted to jump towards the grass on his left.

However, it was too late.

"Hurt my friend, die!"

A clear but cold voice sounded from behind him, and before the spirit master could react to what was going on, a dagger was stabbed into his chest.

Swish!

Another flash of white light flashed, and Situ Luo suddenly put away the dagger, hooked his lips and sneered: "Three." ”

"Luo Li, killing people is not the goal, we have to find the token-"

Leng Zishan looked at Situ Luoxia with a cold face blankly, and it took a while to dispel the chill in his heart, and now, he was extremely glad that he had thought about befriending Situ Luoxia from the beginning.

It's good to have a friend who is so cold and so powerful, but it would be terrible if she was their enemy......

Situ Luo frowned and glanced at Leng Zishan's bloody body: "Are you okay?"

Leng Zishan's heart warmed, this sudden warmth dispelled all the cold, he shook his head with a smile: "I'm fine, the injury I suffered in the game is not a real injury, and I will be fine when I leave the competition venue." ”

Situ Luo's eyes opened slightly in surprise, but soon she showed a reassuring look: "That's good!"

Then he said: "Don't worry, since the token is a prop and can't be put into the contestant's space ring, it means that the dead can't leave with the token." ”

In other words, the token is still on the other two people. ”