The reason why there is such an elegant profession as fairy musicians in the world is that the music they play allows people to improve themselves and surpass their limits. The man in front of Mo's clenched sword wielded the blade, as fast as a flash of cold light, causing Momo to retreat again and again, but Momo has been exercising with everyone since his serious illness a few days ago, and it is his heart that has improved more. Gritting his teeth, he turned around and stabbed his sword, and the sword he picked out from a tricky angle looked like a poisonous snake spitting scarlet letters.

The audience didn't pay much attention to him, and the mercenaries opened their voices and shouted:

"Hey, referee, there's still one over there that's not moving!"

The exposed woman glanced at Qian Ling and said loudly:

"He's a member of the Red Shield Mercenary Band, and their tactics are out of the tournament limit. ”

"Okay! Why doesn't this person help his own members! Could it be that he is also a fairy musician?"

Qian Ling is not a fairy musician, he has no talent and ability in that area, in the sound of the drums, Qian Ling smacked his tongue, this kind of music that will only provide amplification to the person designated by the drummer is extremely magical, perhaps, this is the fairy musician! Listening to the beat of the drums, Qian Ling asked in a loud voice:

"Need my help?"

"No!

After Xing Zeyuan finished speaking, the man with the sword in front of him thought that he was despising himself, and a large star cluster immediately lit up.

"Stinky boy, you dare to underestimate me!"

Xing Zeyuan's fist shook, and he didn't dare to directly collide with the sword without Mo Xing's fist, but his body was flexible. The dagger in his hand slashed across the blade, and with a twist of his body, a punch slapped into the sword-wielding's ear. Makes his ears ring.

"Bastard!"

The great sword in his hand was raised high, and then fell sharply.

The qi on the sword caused the wooden stage to crack a crack one centimeter deep and five or six meters long, and Xing Zeyuan hurriedly dodged it, only to be lightly scratched.

"Boxing, the main thing is to rely on flexible strength!"

Remembering what Zeng Xihe had said to himself, Xing Zeyuan's body was forward, he was relatively short, not as tall as the other party's one meter nine, so as soon as he lowered his head, his body crossed the horizontal range of the giant sword.

The black dagger was changed from the right hand to the left, the right fist was clenched, and then the fist rushed into the man's abdomen. The clenched fist was as hard as a stone, and with the dull sound of the blade falling on the wooden platform, the man knelt on the ground and clutched his stomach.

"Drink!"

The drummer with his arms waving was worthy of being a fairy musician, and the increasingly exciting beat of the drum made it impossible for Qian Ling to step on the beat, and the man lying on the ground stood up, but Ganso's machete slapped at his back, causing him to stagger two steps. Seeing the opportunity, Xing Zeyuan jumped up and grabbed his head, and then shook it violently, using his strength to throw him out.

The big man's body hit the drum, the drum beat was disrupted, there was no sound on the platform, it became silent, the air seemed to be low, there was no drum sound of the fairy musician, and Mo's opponent was quickly defeated.

"We lost!"

The Xianle Master wiped the sweat from his forehead, and Xing Zeyuan slowly walked over and stretched out his hand to him. This Xianle Master is the leader of this team, because when he said that he lost, the sniper also stopped shooting.

"Take!"

"It's you who have the strength!"

As he spoke, he carried his drum on his back, and the five of them stepped off the stage.

Poor Ling stood where he was waiting for them to come back, Bining was sweating profusely, he fought with the sniper on the other side, but he couldn't shoot an arrow at each other, but that's fine, because for a sniper, as long as he shoots the other party, the other party has to die!

"Okay! The first game has come to an end, and I announce that the first game, the thirty-fourth, the Red Shield Mercenary Group wins!"

Slowly stepping down, there were still people who looked down on them before, but now it is different, and now many people look at them sideways. They didn't care, watching the other seventeen battles.

As long as it is a battle, blood will be shed, and the most miserable battle is when one person is seriously injured, watching the moment when the leader of the mercenary group walks off the stage with his own members in his arms, a few people shake their heads in silence, and most of them have nothing to do with themselves. Xing Zeyuan was suddenly a little unhappy, he didn't want to talk a little, and he didn't want to do anything.

The scene continued until they left.

"Remember, let's not kill easily, don't kill anyone. ”

This time Qian Ling didn't answer, he nodded, he didn't like to kill, he just didn't have much interest in disdainful life.

Eighteen battles were completed in two hours, and suddenly they went back, waiting for the next battle.

"Since you've participated, let's take the first place!"

Qian Ling raised an eyebrow at everyone.

"I see that in today's battle, there are many people who use methods that do not enter the stream!"

"Yes, some people are very despicable, use hidden weapons to hurt people, or kill people. ”

Xing Zeyuan didn't speak, and they were discussing happily on the side.

"It's okay, the one in the afternoon, let's just go straight to it!"

Qian Ling said, turning his head and asking Xing Zeyuan.

"Can I make a shot in the afternoon?"

"Let's see!

"Okay! I'm so bored standing on it. ”

"So be it!"

The mercenaries' loud conversations were restless, the sun was scorching the earth unbridledly, and there was shade in the surrounding woods, but they didn't. Standing in the sun, they seemed to have no reason to be unhappy. Xing Zeyuan glanced at Qian Ling, and suddenly thought of a fun one. The inexplicable frustration before disappeared in an instant.

"Give you a chance to be handsome!"

"Really?"

Qian Ling is like a big boy, his eyes light up when he hears this, and his usual lazy appearance is a little different. He is such a person, he has no heart when he is happy, and when he is sad, he sits in a daze in the place where the most people are located, and seems to have no quarrel with the world. Instead of slowly maturing like Xing Zeyuan.

"Of course it's true! In the next game, you have ten seconds to play as you please, as long as you keep our principles. ”

"I'm begging you, don't say that again, I don't want to hear it anymore, I don't want to kill people, don't worry! Ten seconds, that's enough!"

Cook your own meals and wait for the finals in the afternoon.

"This is our opponent?"

Qian Ling looked at the nine people on the wooden platform, they were the last group in the nine battles in the afternoon, and their opponents, since it was the team with the most people. Twenty-three people stood together, and the number alone was very temperamental.

But Poor Ling didn't give face and turned around and asked Xing Zeyuan.

"That's right!"

"That's rubbish!"

In the first battle, there was also a fairy musician with two large star clusters, which was quite fresh, but now, the twenty-three people in front of them, the strongest were only one large star cluster plus two small star clusters.

"You sissy, who are you talking about trash?"

The man at the head rushed forward with the meteor hammer, Xing Zeyuan pursed his lips and said with a smile:

"Ten seconds!"

"Okay!"

The meteor hammer in his back smashed towards Qian Ling's head, and Xing Zeyuan pointed at it, not nervous at all. Only Pi Ning honestly joked:

"Beware of being smashed!"

"Timer starts!"

After Xing Zeyuan finished speaking, Qi Ling's eyes flicked, and he raised his legs and turned around sharply to press the meteor hammer to the ground.

"Is this guy's leg made of iron?"

When the people under the wooden stage opened their eyes wide and sighed, Qian Ling kicked the man in front of him off the stage, and then disappeared in place.

"Nine!"

Ganso smiled and counted down.

The curvature on the sole of Qian Ling's right foot carried a little light that would be bright in the daytime, and then he drew an arc in the air with one foot. The air turned, and the aura distorted the air in front of him.

"Eight!"

Whoosh –

The air writhed, and the strong wind of the legs made the five of them block their eyes with one hand, as if they had been blown by a storm. As they retreated again and again, until they fell off the platform, Qian Ling's body turned to the other side.

"Seven!"

The continuous rotation of the body turned for a full two seconds, and then the right leg that stopped was thrown out like a long whip, bringing a wave of qi that caused a line of people to rush out of the platform.

"Six!"

Poor Ling grinned, and the right leg of his jumping body was on fire, and the powerful fire was like an eagle falcon rushing into the sky, which would fall at any time.

"Let's go!"

A few trembling people turned their heads, and a gust of wind washed the people around them off the platform, but in five seconds, there were only four of them left in the team of twenty-three. How could these four people still have the sense of fighting? They hurriedly ran off the stage, panicking like weasels who had been found stealing chickens.

"Five seconds!"

The flames were retracted, his pants were not worn at all, and Qian Ling moved down from a height of 100 meters, like a god who was proud of the world. The star in Qi Ling's eyes grew bigger and bigger, and then he turned his body and landed on his feet steadily.

"Awesome!"

He Xing Zeyuan high-fived, and Qian Ling stood on his right hand.

"In general, the main reason is that they are too rubbish. ”

The host came over to announce the results, and the short-haired woman sitting on the high platform stared at the flag of the Red Shield Mercenary Group on the wooden platform with sly eyes, and beckoned, and the man on the side hurriedly came over.

"Go and tell her that tomorrow's competition will change from one-on-one to brawl. ”

"Yes! ”

He hurriedly passed, and the woman on the stage had just finished announcing today's top nine when she received the news.

"I think you already know the top nine now, and we were supposed to take a one-on-one approach tomorrow, but considering that it is nine teams, it is not easy to distribute, so we have changed our minds, and tomorrow we will use a brawl here to complete the final round. ”

"How can this wooden platform be enough for nine teams?"

"It's just that it can't be used at all. ”

"It's still one-on-one!"

"What's in it for us!"

"Please step down from the stage!"

A high pitch sounded under the elevated parasol, and then, when the hostess hurriedly stepped down, there was no one on the wooden stage.

"If it's not enough, I'll tear it down, and if you have any comments, you can just quit!"

After the woman finished speaking, her body jumped into the air at a height of two hundred meters, and at this height, the wooden platform with a diameter of one hundred meters was not very big.

The star god in his chest began to shine, and the purple light represented destruction, like the color of the end times.

"Star God - Destroy the Machine!"

The people of the Ansel mercenary group are screaming, a female mercenary group leader is a rare existence, but Uiyue can conquer a mercenary group's people, which means that she must have extraordinary qualities.

Jumping into the air, she adjusted the direction with both hands, and then turned her palms to the ground, and her body rushed to the center of the wooden platform with a wave of qi, and then a purple wave of air wrapped the entire wooden platform.

"God of Destruction!"

The wooden platform, which was one hundred meters in diameter and one and a half meters high, quickly contracted when the purple on her palm invaded, heading towards her palm. The sound of these wood crunches is not as crisp as that of new wood crunching, but the dull sound is like steel colliding in water.

It was as if four huge steel claws were squeezing towards the center. The strong purple light caused a strong wave of qi to spin and disperse, and Sui Yue landed on the ground and clapped her hands. The sawdust in his hand fell, shocking the mercenary group present.

The flag of the Red Shield Mercenary Regiment fluttered in the wind.

"Any questions?"

Sui Yue asked.

"Nope!"

Only the Red Shield Mercenary Group dared to speak.

"It's good if you don't have it, and if you don't want to participate, it's good to leave!"

After speaking, Sui Yue walked towards his big dome, leaving behind a heroic back. If she were a man, she would probably be even more ferocious.

"Except for them, the others are just mercenary groups that have not yet entered the stream. ”