A mocking voice rang out.

Huang Fujian listened to it and continued to wave his right fist, cheering for Yang Qiu, shouting: "Uncle! Uncle! Hurry up and fight back! Uncle, what's wrong with you? Uncle...... "The more he shouted, the more excited he became, the more disappointed he became, the quieter he shouted, the weaker he shouted, and he shed two lines of sad tears, and he couldn't cry.

"Haha! This kid is crying. What a fool! I think he's mentally retarded to cheer for that sleep-loving player!"

"That's right. I thought the people we left behind were smart people, and there were such fools. Laughed at me. It's hilarious. Now you know how to cry, right? Who is to blame!

"Hahahaha! I would even press the guy who loves to sleep, I'm blind. Otherwise, who would press that kind of goods. Lao Tzu will not press him even if he is blind. Except for some performances in the first round, his performances after that were worse than one game.

This clearly means that he is already going to die. Although there were some bright performances just now. But after a long time, it's not that he's powerful, it's just that his opponent deliberately distributes water again. Only then did he seem to be very powerful. Now that his opponent has taken out all his strength, isn't this guy immediately revealing his true form?

This kind of guy can still be killed until now, and I really accept this guy. If his strength is weak like this, he can still keep promoting, it can only be said that he is too lucky. The opponents I've met before must have been rubbish. But it's a good thing to let him be revealed for what he is now. Otherwise, he really tried his luck and successfully reached the finals.

The finals weren't good. Someone as powerful as Young Master Fang, if he ran into him, it would be a battle that could be resolved in a second or two. Every competition is the most exciting final. I don't want the final to be boring and enjoyable. ”

"That's right. That's what I thought, too. Let's get to the end of the game. I'm going to watch the final, I'm not going to watch this kind of crushing game. It's so boring. Let's get to the end. The player who used his avatar is called Dark, Dark! Kill him. We're going to see you and Young Master Fang final. Hurry!"

As soon as these words came out, the entire arena resounded with one voice of recognition after another. The sound is getting louder and longer, like ocean waves, wave after wave, wave after wave, wave after wave, and endlessly.

"Yes! Kill him! Kill him. Don't waste any more time. We're going to see the final!"

"Kill him! What are you grinding about? Kill him. The game should be carried out in earnest. This guy has been sleeping and sleeping, and we've been looking at it for a long time. Kill him!"

"That's right. Do it. Dark. Why don't you do it? Hurry! That guy is no match for you at all, as long as you take it seriously, you can kill him in seconds. ”

The more Huang Fujian listened, the more sad he became, the more desperate he became, and he said unacceptably in his heart: "How can this be? Uncle, aren't you very strong? Uncle." Are you really going to die here? You told me to believe in yourself, but now, why don't you believe you will win at all? Uncle, are you lying to me?"

Think of it. The more he thought about it, the more angry he became, the more angry he became, the more difficult it was to accept, he took a deep breath, and just when Yang Qiu was about to stand up from the station where he was about to be cut by the secret, he shouted angrily: "Uncle! You are a big liar! You said before that I should believe in myself, you are all lying to me, right? Uncle! I hate you!"

Yang Qiu was in a trance to avoid the dark attack, although his eyes could no longer see anything clearly, and the more he avoided it, the more annoyed he became. The more annoyed I become, the more I want to fight back, kill Dark and regain my vision. reached the finals, but found that this dark doppelganger technique was too powerful, far beyond his expectations, and finally showed regret, and said secretly: "I knew he was so powerful."

I shouldn't have left it in the first place. Oops. Now my mind is in a trance again. I feel like I'm going to sleep again. What should I do? Even if I take out my good sword now, I won't be able to win. My eyelids are so sleepy! I seemed to have auditory hallucinations just now, and I actually heard Xiaojian's voice. Am I going to die here?

Damn, I still have a lot of things to do. I can't just die here. Su Hui is still waiting for me, if I die, I can't explain to Mr. Wang Qiuyang. And Tongtong. If I die, who will protect her? No. I'm going to pull myself together, I'm going to pull myself together. I'm going to beat him. ”

As soon as he thought of this, Yang Qiu's face sank, and he said angrily: "I won't lose." With a move in his mind, Dark Luck Gang was angry in his right palm, swept forward, snapped, and smashed the four dark clones, and when the remaining seven people rushed up, his left hand swept again, snapped a few times, and killed the rest of the people.

But at this moment, another person appeared behind Yang Qiu, who was Dark's true body. He raised his head and sneered, his right hand formed a seal and moved forward a little, and more than twenty doppelgangers rushed out of his body, waving a silver sword and falling towards Yang Qiu's body.

"Puff puff...... Puff ......"

A series of muffled reverberations echoed. Yang Qiu lowered his head and shrunk, twisted his neck to avoid, interspersed in countless knife lights, tried his best to avoid, and had achieved the extreme, but he was still slashed again and again.

Blood splattered, and a thick bloody atmosphere permeated. A feeling of despair welled up in the bottom of my heart.

He unwillingly pinched his hand, wanting to summon the good sword, but just now, he only felt a dizziness in his mind, and he had fainted, and when he woke up again, he found that his left leg was injured, and he couldn't move, and finally fell into despair, and said regretfully in his heart: "Damn!

It's so bad that you can't even summon a good sword. If you want to perform the immortal technique, you need to pay more attention to power. I don't even know where that guy is, how can I do it? Am I really going to die here? Damn! Damn! I'm not reconciled!"

The more he thought about it, the more desperate he became, the more sad he became, and the tears couldn't stop pouring down, and he had already cried into tears.

But at this moment, Huangfu Jian's unwilling cry sounded in the crowd.

After Yang Qiu vaguely heard it, he couldn't help but be stunned, and said secretly: "What......!? Isn't Jian dead yet? Am I having auditory hallucinations again? But, no. If it's an auditory hallucination, why do I hear other viewers laughing at Xiaojian?

Xiaojian, he's not dead, he's at the scene of the martial arts competition now, and watching my game, cheering for me alone?"

Think of it. His face changed, and he finally showed an unconcealable joy, took a sharp breath, rolled back, and shouted excitedly after avoiding more than ten sharp knives to chop: "Xiaojian." Is that you?", but no one responded. His heart trembled, he laughed miserably, and said self-deprecatingly: "It turned out to be my auditory hallucination."

I'm just saying. Xiao Jian is obviously dead, how can he still be alive. Looks like I'm really coming to the end of the day. I can't escape this catastrophe. I ......" The more I talked, the sadder I became, the more sad I became, the more desperate I became, but before I finished speaking, I suddenly thought: "The shouts of the audience around me are so loud, it's just a fluke to hear Xiaojian's voice just now."

If only he hadn't died. Wouldn't I be disappointed if I came to watch me play? Then why can't I trust myself again? Right. yes, the sound should be real. Xiaojian shouldn't be dead. I believe in him. I have to believe in myself.

I didn't hear his voice because he wasn't there, he had auditory hallucinations just now, but because Xiaojian had become the target of public criticism. That's right. The ridicule of the audience just now is the biggest proof of this. Although they are not very rough with Xiao Jian, they can use their voices to overshadow Xiao Jian.

In that case, no matter how loud he shouted, it would not be possible for the voice to reach me again. The reason why I was able to hear Xiao Jian's voice just now should be those viewers, but I didn't expect that someone would be willing to cheer for me. I understand. It must be like this. Xiao Jian must not be dead, he must be watching me silently from a corner of the audience, firmly supporting me. I can't let him down. ”

Think of it. The more he thought about it, the more excited he became, and the more excited he became, the more satisfied he became. Just when more than twenty dark clones rushed up, he took a sharp breath, slapped his left hand, and after shattering the two of them, he pounced forward and pierced through the seven sharp knives. Sitting cross-legged on the ground, he said calmly: "I won't lose." This is not my end. Come out!"

"Boom!"

A soft sound echoed. A white light burst out from his back, and just as the six sharp knives slashed at his back in unison, the crossbar was in the middle, sending all six sharp knives flying. Turned into a good sword, quietly waiting in mid-air.

Yang Qiu silently observed himself, only felt that his mind was clear, his state seemed to have recovered greatly, he shook it, and found that he was not dizzy, let alone sleepy, but due to his injury, he temporarily lost his combat ability, and finally showed an unconcealable joy, and said: "Haha! My status is back.

You can't win me. Next, I'm going to heal my wounds, and I'll leave the defense to you. ”

The obedient sword shook lightly in mid-air, and a string of pleasant sword sounds responded.

All the audience members who heard these words in the audience opened their mouths one by one, revealing a look of ridicule that could not be concealed, and they became even more sarcastic about Yang Qiu.

"Hahahaha!Hahahaha!This guy is crazy, isn't he? He actually said that he can defeat the dark? He has already been injured like this, and he still wants to fight back? Sure enough, he is mentally retarded!"

"He's been living in dreams. Although I don't know what that flying sword is, the quality is estimated to be not much better, after all, there are monks in our Federation who have magic weapons like flying swords. It's naïve to rely on just a flying sword to block the dark attack. ”

"That's right. He's so innocent and cute. It's a joke that you want to defeat darkness in this situation. If he really wins. Now he was badly wounded, and he didn't have any injuries at all, just lost some stamina. It's clear who is strong and who is weak. ”

Huang Fujian's face changed, revealing a look of surprise that could not be concealed, and he sobbed and said, "Uncle has begun to fight back." Uncle is really starting to fight back. Looking forward to it. However, can it be done with just a flying sword? Uncle is already seriously injured. The dark room was clearly stronger than him. Uncle, come on!"

As soon as he said this, a man who heard his words sneered and mocked, "Boy. You're looking forward to a ghost! What kind of strength can he have with that sick man? Give up. The next picture must be quite cruel, you better not watch it, I'm afraid you can't bear to see the people you support being chopped into pieces of meat. ”

A woman with a big belly fat said, "That's right. Bub. Get out of here. The person you support is unlikely to win. ”

Huang Fujian said unconvinced in his heart: "Uncle has begun to fight back." I can't help but support him. I'm sure Uncle will win. Although I was worried about him, I was just worried. I want to continue to cheer for my uncle, although my throat is hoarse now, but I can not be disturbed by the outside world, and supporting my uncle in my heart can be regarded as supporting him. Uncle, you must win. ”

For the next half hour, fierce fighting broke out in the venue. The figures were densely intertwined, and the blood was like a column of water, splashing out, and the rich bloody atmosphere was permeated. A sound of gold and iron resonating one after another sounded.

"Qiang Qiang Qiang ...... Qiang Qiang Qiang ......"

The secret shot became faster and heavier, and it pressed Yang Qiu tighter and tighter, but every time he wanted to hit Yang Qiu with a knife, the obedient sword would always roar in time, block that knife, and then flash, rushing to other positions to block the sharp knives that stabbed at Yang Qiu one after another.

Just after fighting for hundreds of rounds, seeing that he could no longer hurt Yang Qiu, Na Di's face finally changed, revealing a hint of panic that could not be concealed, and said, "How is it possible? I have obviously separated twenty clones. Twenty people shot at the same time, but they couldn't hurt this guy? What kind of magic weapon is that flying sword?

It's just a matter of speed. Although my magic weapon cannot be said to be a peerless magic weapon, it is definitely not comparable to an ordinary magic weapon, it is an ice spirit knife that I have forged after ten years of tempering in the snowy mountains. That magic weapon can be easily blocked, and what makes me even more puzzling is that the flying sword seems to have spirituality.

This guy is obviously blind. In that case, it would be impossible to manipulate the magic weapon to resist my attacks. Even if I can perceive my attack through my breath, after reacting to it, I can transmit the idea of resistance to the magic weapon, and then manipulate the magic weapon to resist, there are too many intermediate processes, and this method of resistance is not practical at all.

But this guy actually blocked my attacks again and again, and moreover, all of them. Just after this flying sword appeared, I couldn't hurt him with a single sword. This magic weapon is too strong, isn't it?

Speed and hardness alone are not terrible. What's really scary is that it's really spiritual. If that's the case, I've got to win this fight as soon as possible. Otherwise, by the time this guy heals from his injuries, I'll be in danger. ”

As soon as he thought of this, his face changed, and in the blink of an eye, hundreds of clones were separated, surrounding Yang Qiu in three layers inside and three layers outside, and from a distance, he couldn't see it anymore. (To be continued.) )