"Not good! The wind spirit beauty is in danger" Suddenly, Nanren saw that there was a hero holding a spear who suddenly broke away from Gethren's entanglement at great speed, and if the bright head of the spear pierced the cloud-breaking dragon in the sky, it would kill the wind spirit. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

The Wind Spirit, who was covering her teammates, didn't notice the sudden attack, and by the time she did, the flashing spear was already close to the blood bag on her chest. I could only close my eyes helplessly, ready to accept the kill.

"Oh yes! You can't pit your teammates, especially if your breasts are so good-looking" Nanren suppressed the strong desire to escape in his brain, and rushed out with his body flowing smoothly, and between the electric fire, he rushed to Feng Ling's side with a little rustiness, grabbed her slender waist with his left hand, and rubbed it to the side. With his right hand, he raised his sword and pointed it straight at the tip of the spear that pierced it.

With a "bang", the tip of the sword and the tip of the spear collided together, flashing with thunderbolts. The instant burning and sonic boom that spread out disturbed the eardrums.

At the same time as the voice was harsh, Nanren and Feng Ling retreated to a safe area.

"Wow" The audience cheered, and the wonderful scenes on the battlefield made them quite excited, and today's tickets were not bought in vain. At the beginning, I saw the scene of the long-lost madman slapping the heroine's buttocks. Then I didn't expect the madman to actually support his teammates and participate in a team battle that was bound to lose. But the next moment, the audience understood again.

"Look, the madman touching the boobs of the wind spirit?"

"This shameless one, no wonder he came out to save people, it turned out to be taking advantage."

It turned out that the situation was urgent just now, Nanren and Feng Ling stuck together, and in the chaos, Nan Ren's left hand pulled away from Feng Ling's slender waist, and he may have subconsciously touched his round chest.

"Let go, you bastard" Feng Ling came back to his senses after listening to the shouts of the audience, and pushed away the person who took advantage of him. In the flash of fire just now, she thought that she was going to be killed, but she didn't expect that the person she hated the most would come to save her, and she had mixed feelings in her heart. But after feeling the touch of her chest, she broke down again. The bastard is really a bastard, and he saved himself to take advantage.

"Sister, I definitely didn't mean to." Nanren's masked eyes showed a look of aftertaste, it was indeed subconscious just now, but this feeling, tsk, resolutely don't wash your hands today.

"You, don't call me sister" Feng Lingqi stomped his feet.

"You're my sister! We didn't recognize each other just now," Nan Ren replied loudly with a surprised look. The sound was loud and clear to the contestants and spectators all around.

For a while, the eyes that looked at the wind spirit were full of weirdness, when did this madman become the younger brother of the wind spirit. Well----- it's possible, otherwise with the character of a madman who resolutely does not support his teammates and resolutely does not participate in team battles, he actually came to participate in team battles today, and he risked his life to save people, tsk, there is a story.

Feng Ling saw that the atmosphere around him was not right, and hurriedly explained: "Don't listen to his nonsense, I'm really not her sister." She was about to cry, and as soon as this word spread, how would she see people in the future.

Taking advantage of the distraction of everyone, Arthurion also retreated to Nanren and Feng Ling, and said in embarrassment: "The madman really didn't expect you to come to support us today."

Nanren waved his hand in a chic manner: "Yes, I never pit my teammates."

"Forehead ——!" Gatheron and the Wind Spirit were choked by this shameless answer, you have always been a sinkhole, and you still have the face to say that you never pit your teammates.

"Okay, sister, Aceron will talk nonsense later, they will come up" Nanren interrupted the two of them speechless. Shaking the dust on the Hanfu, the tip of the sword is downward, and the gaze is staring forward.

There were three other opponents, and during the scuffle, Atheron used a spinning greatsword to kill one of them, and the other side also had a masked meat shield, a warrior with a spear, and an assassin with a short sword. The three of them were already in an attacking formation, strolling towards them.

There is no doubt that the decisive battle of this game has begun. The audience held their breath and watched the battle that would determine the outcome of the game.

In everyone's attention, Batisian, who was holding a spear, was the first to walk out, his eyes were blazing, and the head of the gun pointed directly at him and said proudly: "You are the shameless madman, I heard that you shamelessly slapped the heroine's buttocks." Just now I have witnessed your filthiness. Now there is a kind of don't run, I, Batisian, gamble on the reputation of the Gallic nobility to fight against you, and seek justice from the many heroines who have been insulted by you."

Nanren blinked and asked, "Gethren, who is this idiot, pretending to be a big-tailed wolf here."

Gethren said: "Madman, be careful, Batisian is a nobleman of the Gallic Empire, or a member of the Glorious Legion, and his marksmanship is quite powerful." I heard that he has reached the gold level! ”。

Gallic nobility? Boiler burner or pressure cooker? I'm still a temporary telecom worker! The grade is not worse than him. Nanren wondered in his heart what Batisian had to be proud of, he came from the 21st century, and he currently had a rather vague concept of aristocracy in the 19th century, and said to Batisian: "What do you do with so much nonsense, go head-to-head, whoever runs is the grandson."

As he spoke, Nanren kicked his right foot, and his body flew out dreamily with the power of this pedal, and the Han sword in his hand emitted a pleasant phoenix sound, stabbing straight at the arrogant Gallic nobles.

The king Li Bai will enter the wine, the cup will not stop, and kill one person in ten steps.

Today, I realized that my body was a master, and I took advantage of the memory in my brain to quickly fight to see how capable I was. There happened to be a big-tailed wolf, so try him. Nam Ren only had the will to fight left in his mind, and he wanted to know how much potential he had, just one word, do.

"It's good to come!" Batisian put away his arrogant expression, instantly adjusted his breath to the best, the spear in his hand was horizontal to his chest, and the tip of the spear stabbed countless spear sparks in an instant, and in the flicker, he only felt that the air was melting.

"Bang--" The sword god and the spear head collided together, the sword was fast, and the gun was not slow, Batisian blocked the blood bag that stabbed to the chest at the same time, his body slashed horizontally, his feet rolled up, and the tail of the gun strangled the blood bag on Nanren's chest.

At the moment when the tail sweep of the gun was about to sweep to the chest, Nanren leaned back to avoid the dull iron spear, supported the ground with one hand, and with a strange press and flick, his body straightened again, and the Han sword in his hand was once again bewitching.

The sword is fast, and the gun follows at the same time. Fearless of stabbing himself to the end of the sword light, Batisian slashed the spear god at an angle, and the steel essence of the Tuanrun spear body was impartial, resisting the tip of the sword, unloading the power of the kill. With a flick of his feet, his body burst into the air, and he swung his spear straight to the ground to deliver a thunderous blow.

The dragon of Tianxiang, the spear smashed into Nanren on the ground domineeringly, and the violent momentum brought a whirlwind like a dragon's roar, as if it was going to put the people under the spear to death.

In a trance, Nanren didn't use his sword to block the attack of Thunderball, his body flung to the left, and the gunfire smashed to the ground against his back, exploding in the sky full of smoke and dust. Retreat again, out of range. The two sides temporarily distanced themselves.

This round of confrontation ended in the middle of the countdown. Everyone at the scene was so dazzled that they forgot about the cheers. This is the clash of masters, and everyone on the scene understands that the battle between these two people has completely broken away from the silver level and entered the golden stage. Today, I used to buy a silver-level ticket price and watched a gold-level battle, which is really worth it.

The suspense of this game is also the moment when these two people are separating the winners and losers, and the defeated side will definitely surrender. Gold-level heroes, but there is a crushing gap to the silver level.

Nanren is also very excited about his performance, damn! I've really become a master, so happy, so happy.

"Come and continue" Nanren only felt that the more he fought, the more courageous he became, and the passion was surging. I have been playing LOL for many years, and I have dreamed of becoming a game character to fight, and I have read novels for many years, and I have dreamed of becoming a hero. Today, Dick Si's two dreams suddenly came true, how can I not let myself be excited.

Thinking about this sentence in his mind, Nanren entered the realm of selflessness, and the Han Sword once again stimulated a circular arc of light in the sun, stabbing straight away like lightning, and directly taking the blood bag on the opponent's chest.

Batisian was shocked, before the duel just now, he thought that with the martial arts that he had reached the gold level combat power, it would be more than enough to deal with a silver level person. Unexpectedly, after a round, he understood that the opponent's combat power was definitely not below him, and he might even be higher than himself.

While thinking about it, Batisian saw that his opponent's sword was rising again, and he leaned back, but he didn't have time to think about it, and he had no choice. Swiftly wielding the spear in his hand, breaking the dragon's clouds. Spear to sword.

"When, when, when" if the dense steel symphony of firecrackers sounded. Swords and spears flew wildly, but they collided with precision. Fast to fast, in seconds, there were hundreds of collisions.

"Crescent Sweep". Suddenly, Batisian shouted, gave up the attack, his body shrank, the muscles of his body burst out and gathered all his strength, and the oblique plane of the spear in his hand swept heavily, the silver spear head surging with fanatical killing intent, picked off the tip of the sword, and swept straight towards the target, accompanied by the dragon roar made by the steel cutting through the air, the killing intent was abrupt.

"Oh, fight" Nanren didn't care about the majestic killing intent of the tip of the spear, his left leg slashed and fell, his left hand held the ground violently, his body swung forward against the swept spear, and the Han sword in his right hand slid slightly, and the tip of the sword just cut through Battisian's blood bag, and red paint spurted out like a waterfall.

Successful kill.