The Way of the Roguer.

The shield that the rope had built rose from its body again, perfectly creating a protective barrier for the cable, which was often enough for the rope to produce a shield again.

This thin shield perfectly blocked Anne's deadly flames, but the few drops of blood were able to survive to the bottom of her tower.

No matter how arrogant Anne is, she is just a crispy skin, knowing full well that chasing under the enemy tower and killing is likely to form a counter-kill.

"Grass."

A dirty word came out of Wu Liang's mouth, and his unwilling fist slammed into the keyboard, wishing that he would even smash the computer together.

"Alas, alas, let me tell you, our equipment here is very valuable, and if it is broken, we will have to pay for it."

Xiao Yu'er's yin and yang weird voice sounded, his face was full of cynicism, and he really wished that Wu Liang would not be able to compare and fight with him.

Just now, everyone in JBD gasped for Zhao Qing, and even Fang Lang, who had always been steady, couldn't help but frown, but after the crisis was resolved, everyone could breathe a sigh of relief.

"You don't need to teach."

Although he was operating the hero, Wu Liang was not to be outdone.

It didn't seem like a minor mistake to him, he was able to beat the rope like this now, and he could kill him in a moment.

Taking advantage of the gap between the pressure rope and returning to the city, the fire girl quickly cleared the troops, and rushed back to update the equipment in a hurry, and the two of them fought in a chaotic round, and the soldiers did not make up much, so they could only barely buy a small blood vial of 150.

Zhao Qing had learned the lesson just now, and he was even more cautious and timid, and he didn't even dare to go out of his own tower, let alone step on the small soldiers to glide to make up for the knife like just now.

His mind was full of all kinds of wonderful operations of Wu Liang when he was with Wu Liang before.

Can he?

Can he really do it?

He originally had Fang Lang's encouragement, and he really didn't know that the sky was high and he wanted to fight, but wasn't it the best answer just now?

"Relax, no matter if you win or lose, my brother will invite you to dinner."

Fang Lang's generous palm slapped Zhao Qing's shoulder, and the warm feeling passed into Zhao Qing's body, more like leading him to a new path in confusion.

The decadence just now was swept away almost instantly, and he regained his spirits and stared intently at the screen.

Win or lose, brother invites you to dinner.

Zhao Qing's eyes were warm.

How long has it been?

How long has it been since no one cared about him?

How many people only care about whether he plays well or not, but never understand his emotions?

He has been with Wu Liang's team for so long, but Wu Liang has never seen him as a younger brother, what he wants has always been grades, grades, grades, cold results.

Zhao Qing understands that results are the capital of game players like them, but in addition to capital, can there be some humanity?

Step forward and slash!

Zhao Qing controlled the graceful figure of the pressure rope to rush towards the minions again, his body perfectly scurrying between the creeps, and the blade slashed at the creeps blocking the way like a gust of wind, forming a terrible injury.

His equipment hasn't changed, his characters haven't changed, what has changed is momentum, a momentum full of confidence from the inside out, an aura that is not terrible even if he loses.

It is this kind of momentum that is needed to play the pressure rope.

Seeing this, Fang Lang's face once again showed a satisfied smile.

"I can't help myself."

Zhao Qing's sudden change seemed to Wu Liang's eyes to be a clown performance, just grandstanding.

Wu Liang did his job step by step, just now when Zhao Qing was shuttling, he had secretly accumulated a dizziness in his hand, as long as he could hit Zhao Qing perfectly, no matter how flexible the pressure rope used by Zhao Qing was, it was just a ghost under his hands.

I've already let him run once, is it possible to let him run again?

Thinking of this, Wu Liang made a decisive move, and the clumps of flames condensed in the palm of his hand, and the raging flames made a crackling sound, and they were about to be thrown towards Zhao Qing's body.

Wind Strike!

At the same time that Anne was secretly gathering flames, Zhao Qing's pressure rope was not to be outdone, and a gust of wind had already swung on the ground in countless shuttles.

This! It's his nirvana!

The ultimate move of the rope can quickly rotate to the enemy's side while the enemy is knocked high, and the rope will also give the enemy a fatal blow in just a few seconds, and as long as the enemy is hit by the cable, they will no longer have the ability to resist, because this is a trick that cannot be dodged.

Of course, without the cooperation of teammates, the pressure rope can also accumulate the storm on its own, as long as a few shuttles, the pressure rope will automatically form a strong wind in the hand, and then it depends on whether the operator can hit the enemy perfectly.

After all, in an official match, all opponents are professional players, and everyone's moves can be said to be fine to a certain number, and in this case, it is very difficult to shoot enemies into the air.

It's just that...

Zhao Qing's eyes flashed.

If he's not mistaken, shortly after he handed over the flash, Anne also handed over her own flash to hunt him down, and the flash's recovery period was five minutes, and now Annie...

There must have been no flash.

The terrain in the middle is wide, but the position under the defense tower is only so large, and Anne has long been forced into the tower by his strong ability to clear the army, Zhao Qing and others are at this moment.

The wind swept through Zhao Qing and the anger of the suo, and after choosing the position, it flew straight in the direction of Annie, almost at the same time as the stunning flame in Annie's hand.

But...

Anne was still slow.

Before his flames could strike, his entire thin body had been swept into the sky by the fierce wind of the cable, and Anne, who was floating in the air, had no way to lock on to the target, so she could only let Zhao Qing crush it.

Countless weathered blades were mercilessly inserted into Anne's body, and the blood marks of the knives made Anne flow warm blood, and this storm completely left Anne with no ability to fight back.

After a flurry of slashing, Anne finally floated down from the air, barely trying to stand still.

Now Wu Liang is already panicking, his blood line has just been inexplicably missing a lot, and now he can easily take his life as long as Zhao Qing is willing.

Dizzy.

Wu Liangqiang held his last breath and took out the gap to throw out the skills in his hands.

As long as Zhao Qing is stunned perfectly, he still has a chance to escape, anyway, he and Zhao Qing don't have flashing skills.

Wind Barrier!

Another sturdy wind wall perfectly crossed in front of the cable, and Annie's panic made him forget that his Q skill was unable to pass through the wall, and the rope successfully blocked his final fate.

Slash Flash!

Final Blow!

The sword in the rope's hand slashed down in the air, sending a whirlwind and ending Anne's life.