Anti-theft ~ please refresh the girls later ~

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After the first four battles, who among the players of the Great Guild in China would not know the seventeen young people of the Mo family? Almost everyone knows that he is such a god-like character in China, ruthless and proud, and the A7 division that he slaughtered nine times before is the best proof of his strength.

Some players are still saying that Mo XVII is the first Assassin player in China.

As a player who has always used assassins, Funeral Song naturally didn't care much about rumors like this at first, and what "XX professional first person" felt like a joke to him. After playing so many games, he never felt that there would be any one of the strongest players, he always felt that the strongest was only the group, not the individual.

Of course, he didn't deny that Mo Seventeen was indeed very strong, but he always felt that if he really met Mo Seventeen, the two of them had a fair competition, and it was not certain who would win and who would lose.

But at this moment, I realized that the series of accidents just now were caused by Mo Seventeen alone, and Mo Seventeen actually completed the sneak attack on them under the noses of ten of them, and the funeral song liver was about to be broken.

Although the two rounds are the same as the record of the first slaughter, this time it is much more difficult than the first slaughter and nine that he completed in the A7 division at the beginning! He still killed them one by one in that game, but what about this time?

This time, the ten of them came out in a group, but Mo Seventeen slaughtered nine people in a team by himself, and the team of ten people was almost killed by him to the point of annihilation!

Sweat slid down his eyebrow bones to the corners of his eyes, filling Fu Ge's eyes with moisture, and he looked like he was about to cry.

If you don't know the way, you really have to think that the funeral song was scared and cried by Mo Seventeen.

Mo Qiqi saw the funeral song with tears in his eyes, although he knew that his eyes were dyed with sweat, he still couldn't help but want to laugh, and the corners of his mouth immediately curled. actually smiled at the funeral song, and then he flicked his right hand, and the dagger that had been tightly held by him in the palm of his hand before was actually shot out by him like a hidden weapon, grazing the funeral song's neck, bringing out a piece of blood, and firmly inserting it into the tree pole behind the funeral song.

Fu Ge twisted his expression, he didn't notice that Mo Seventeen's blow just now made the words "vital attack" float out of his head, and he was still shocked by Mo Seventeen's behavior of throwing the dagger, where could he have thought that Mo Seventeen would throw the weapon in his hand as a hidden weapon? If you throw away your weapon at such a time, do you want to die?

Mo XVII grabbed the moment of shock when the funeral song was born. He took out a dagger from the storage bag, and with a vigorous step under his feet, it was wrapped in front of the funeral song in the blink of an eye. Wrapped a dagger around him and began hand-to-hand combat.

After being stabbed by Mo Seventeen three times in a row, Fu Ge finally woke up at this moment, and immediately noticed that in such a short period of time, Mo Seventeen actually killed 79% of his blood line, which would make Mo Seventeen kill a few more knives. Will he still have a life?

Although he had been shocked that the opponent who appeared was Mo XVII, Fu Ge finally realized what a critical moment it was, and with a wave of his arm, he held the dagger and killed Mo XVII.

Playing against ordinary players, Mo XVII likes to bully melee professional players. Like the cuttlefish girls, players who specialize in magic attacks are the biggest headaches. On the contrary, no matter how powerful the player's professional skills are in the melee class, there are still rules to follow, and everyone is melee grappling. For people like Mo XVII, melee combat is naturally much easier and easier than fighting against magical attacks with a strong fantasy meaning.

So at this time, although the funeral song is not bad among players, and he is a master who has been playing the assassin profession, Mo XVII did not dodge his attack. is to stretch out his hand to block, and the two of them have been beaten passively until now. Most of the attack damage received by Mo XVII was caused by the Assassin skill released by the Funeral Song......

The funeral song and Mo Seventeen are playing hotly in the jungle, and the chat room of the live broadcast channel is even more lively, where a group of players are all watching the excitement and not thinking about it, while "green onion" Mo Seventeen, while frantically brushing the funeral song and the Temple of the Gods, I don't care that my remarks will make the Temple of the Gods shameless.

The slap in the face, like schadenfreude, is what the majority of players like to see, as long as the slap in the face is not in their own face, then whoever you like to hit will hit whom, and the louder the beating, the better!

"Brother Seventeen dragged wildly, cool and hung to bomb God!!"

"Slap in the face, haha, there were guys from the Temple of the Gods before who said that their family funeral song was the first assassin, this time I was really slapped in the face, !!!ha

"Papa-(⊙o⊙)"

"Seventeen young mighty!!! Kill the Funeral Song!! Kill the Temple of the Gods!!!! ”

"Papa-pa-pa-pa-"

"Bastard, the rhythm of the snap has become weird! You undisciplined guys! Temperance has been eaten by dogs? ”

"Bang Bang !!"

"It's so handsome!! This could be used as an Assassin's tutorial video! ”

"This is the first Assassin!"

"The first assassin!"

Mo XVII pulled the funeral song and beat him violently in the jungle, that action, just like the textbook of the assassin profession, the skills were so neat that people knelt, and many players who were also assassins looked at his set of actions, and they all saw the wolf of the lamb, and some people howled directly in the chat room.

Just when the audience outside the venue was watching the excitement, the picture flashed in the live broadcast camera, and the two who were still fighting just now suddenly separated, and the funeral song covered in blood and Mo Seventeen, who was holding a dagger to attack, were wrapped in a transparent bubble, and naturally rose to a height of five meters, and the two could clearly see each other's embarrassment when they stood in the bubble.

The embarrassment of the funeral song was just killed by Mo Seventeen with a dagger, and his whole body was like a bloody man dragged out of the sea of blood, and the wounds on his body can still be seen bleeding. Mo Seventeen's embarrassment was made by himself, his bright and beautiful face was being covered by some mud at this time, and the leather armor on his body was smeared with some red soil, which he obviously gave himself the effect of hiding traces in the jungle.

This transparent bubble that wraps the two of them is very familiar to the contestants, and the audience outside the venue has long been familiar with it, isn't this transparent bubble a teleportation bubble...... At the end of each game, the contestants will be dragged directly into the bubble by the system god, and no matter what they are doing at the time, as soon as the time comes, the contestants will be reported in the bubble.

"Uh-today's game time is over......" The official commentator Ou Zi was stunned for a while before realizing what was going on in front of him, and he wanted to say a few more words about this situation, but found that everything he said at this time was in vain, and he could only say a few clichés to end tonight's commentary.

"Holy! It's disgusting, it's time! ”

"The funeral song picks up a life."

"It's so disgusting, I wilted halfway through the beating!!!!"

As for the live chat room, it has long been occupied by a group of angry off-site audiences, all of whom are cursing, scolding the game event planning for a while, scolding the proud world for a while, and scolding the funeral song for taking shit luck and the like, in short, they are dragging what to scold, with the primary purpose of venting their inner depression.

Some of the players in the Temple of the Gods let out a long sigh, glad that the game was stuck in time to end the game, otherwise it would have dragged on for another minute...... No, it's not a minute, it's just another half a minute, and the funeral song is really dead!

The moment Mo Seventeen and Fu Ge were separated just now, the amount of blood in Fu Ge's body was only 28%, although he had been hurrying to drink the big red medicine, but Mo Seventeen's attacks were continuous, and the speed of drinking medicine could not catch up with the speed of Mo Seventeen's attack, and he could only be killed by Mo Seventeen at the end.

Mo Qiqi shrugged his shoulders with some pity as he looked at the teleportation bubble, and then didn't look at the funeral song in the bubble opposite, and directly chose the main city he was going to. The main city had just been chosen, and the audience outside the arena who could still see the situation on Doudao immediately saw Mo XVII's face distorted, and then heard him shout: "Ouch, my dagger!" ”

Only then did everyone think about it, when Mo Qiqi launched the first blow on the funeral song just now, didn't he just throw a dagger with a purple halo as a hidden weapon, and the dagger was now inserted into an arbor pole.

Seeing a person who was so ruthless and neat just now suddenly squatting in the teleportation bubble with a sad face to look at his dagger lost in Doudao, the audience outside the audience, whether it was toner or not, laughed, only felt that this picture was particularly interesting, and also felt that Mo Seventeen in the picture looked very kind, extremely down-to-earth, and the sense of distance disappeared in an instant.

In the teleportation bubble, the funeral song couldn't hear Mo XVII speak, but he could see his performance at the moment, seeing Mo XVII look at the dagger that could no longer be picked up, and the funeral song didn't care that he was still bleeding, and he also laughed, and he couldn't see the resentment he should have after being beaten by Mo XVII.

Some toners saw the funeral song covered in blood and smiled at Mo Seventeen, only to think that this picture was particularly weird, wondering if this funeral song was not a shaking love in love with death?

"Dead shake M! Laughing at being beaten like this!! ”

"Nonsense, this is obviously a hideous smirk......"

"Nonsense~~~ This is clearly the happiness of the rest of my life after the catastrophe~~~"

"Is it okay for you to gloat over the heart like this?"

While all the contestants were still choosing what they wanted to return to the main city, the chat room was still frantically swiping the screen, and the players in the Temple of the Gods had been overwhelmed by the group of undisciplined guys, and they were all brushing up on the funeral songs, venting their frustration at not succeeding in seeing Mo XVII's "one to ten".

When all the contestants had chosen the main city they wanted to return to, the teleportation bubble lit up, and then, in the next second, 587 contestants who had returned from the competition appeared in the teleportation points in the center of the twelve main cities. After four hours of competition, the number of participants was reduced by seventy or eighty, and the pace of the competition suddenly accelerated as dawn came.

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