The next day, Wednesday was punctually brought to the dark ground.

"Do you like to play games?" a dark, brisk voice sounded.

"Well, what's the matter? Don't let you play?" heard a dark voice on Wednesday, and suddenly the elders told themselves: playthings are demoralized.

Wednesday glanced at him with disgust.

"Play a game. A dark glint flashed in his eyes.

The waving of the palms, the change of scenery in front of Wednesday, the one-on-one arena, is exactly the same as the game played on Wednesday.

Wednesday looked at the scene in front of him, surprise instantly filled his head, Wednesday felt his soul instantly sublimated, it was a feeling of being recognized.

Lao Tzu's talent has finally been discovered.

Some simple information appeared in my head, that is, some of the game's skill routines, very simple, just do it according to the requirements of the skill on Wednesday.

Wednesday tried to shake his fist, and the sonic boom from the sleeves across the air sounded, and after a simple start-up gesture, Wednesday put his hands behind his back, and a gentle wind around him, blowing Wednesday's hair and clothes behind him. For a moment, it was really a bit of a master style as steady as Mount Tai.

It's game on!

The sweet female voice echoed in the space, and Wednesday knew very well what this signed, not to mention that it was a scene that he was all too familiar with.

The figure instantly fell down, and he rushed forward a few steps on Wednesday, and it was these few steps that had completely controlled the opponent within his attack distance.

The sound of a rifle loading sounded.

It's the rifle, the shooter on the other side, the king of the middle distance, and this scene has been experienced countless times on Wednesday.

Boom!

The dull sound of machinery sounded, the sound of a sticky shooter among the shooters, the sound of a stand being propped up on the ground. If you divide it carefully, it should be considered a support class on the battlefield.

Wednesday had already determined his opponent with his voice, and his plan had been determined in his mind in an instant.

Shield! Rush! Crash!

Three actions were used successively on Wednesday.

Sure enough, just as Wednesday expected, the moment his shield was just propped up, several bullets with a piercing sonic boom instantly exploded on the shield he was propped up.

Three shots!

Wednesday didn't even have to look up to know the distance and angle between himself and the shooter.

Wednesday's body brought out a long line of light and shadow, which instantly crossed a distance of more than ten meters.

Bump!

Wednesday's right elbow snatched out of his side and slammed into the front.

The sound of hitting the body sounded, and the so-called sticking shooter was staggered by the body of Wednesday's impact, and in an instant, the muzzle of the gun had been driven by the body to rush up a lot, and he also lost the angle of shooting Wednesday.

Hey......

Chop, turn, chop, low, pick, turn, take......

All kinds of high-end skills were clearly used by Wednesday, from beginning to end the shooter only released three bullets, and the rest of the time was completely Wednesday's one-man performance, sticking to the shooter's muzzle and constantly moving, but never able to capture Wednesday's figure. In desperation, he could only temporarily stop the shooting of the rifle and pull the grenade from his waist, but unfortunately he only stayed in his hand for less than half a second, and he was already cut off to the ground with a knife and palm on Wednesday. A shooter who has lost a hand, facing a fighter who is almost invincible in close combat like Wednesday, is like being stripped naked and thrown on the bed......

Game over!

Wednesday put away the knife, calmed his breath, and watched the scene change again in front of him.

"Yes, come on. A dark voice sounded directly in Wednesday's consciousness.

"Small meaning. ”

It's game on!

The breath that had just subsided on Wednesday was almost disrupted.

Three-on-three scenes.

Why does it feel a little wrong? Wednesday shook his head and looked back and forth at the opposite position.

Tank, healing, output, the standard three-person configuration, Wednesday already felt the cold smile on the corner of his mouth.

"Damn!"

Wednesday finally found out that something was wrong, it was too quiet on my side, so quiet that there was no sound, not a trace!

What the fuck is going on with me?

Wednesday looked at the long knife in his hand, who cares if he changes Lao Tzu's profession, and let Lao Tzu change to a shooter.

Wednesday's body lowered almost instinctively, and then his head quickly turned to look at the terrain around him, and at the same time, his ears were pricked up, carefully watching the movement on the other side.

Shredded steps were taken, like the wind blowing through dead leaves, and after a brief sound, the shredded and faint sound regained its calm, and Wednesday's body had flashed behind the cover of several stones, and then his body slowly writhed, and after a few times, Wednesday had already hidden his body in the middle of the grass next to the stones.

"Not bad. With his eyes closed, a subtle smile flashed at the corner of his dark mouth that was comfortably collapsed in the chair,

The stray footsteps were approaching, one, heavy, was a tank, two, light, was a shooter, and three, slow, was healing.

The sound of footsteps appeared one after another, Wednesday squinted his eyes, and the long knife in his hand was half inserted into the soft soil under his feet, feeling the slight vibration of the ground, and the other half was just hidden by the weeds, and did not reflect the slightest knife light.

The sound of clackling footsteps was getting closer, and the dangerous glint in Wednesday's eyes was getting thicker and thicker.

Bump!

Wednesday went straight out.

There was a bang, and the tank had been blown out by Wednesday's impact, and its body was uncontrollably and continuously backwards after landing.

The tank's feet were lightly hooked by Wednesday's left foot, and the tank's body was briefly vacated in an instant. Wednesday's body rushed out of the gap between the tank and the ground at the moment when the tank took off.

Wednesday didn't have time to see the scene in front of him clearly, and the moment the knife burst out, Wednesday's body had already lowered again and rushed to the side.

Turn!Slash!Slash!

Wednesday relied entirely on his own judgment to do the attack, the only thing Wednesday could do was to trust his own judgment, Wednesday believed that the shooter in front of him must be the shooter, and the frantic slash stopped with the sound of the body falling to the ground.

Fortunately, it's the shooter. Wednesday looked at the shooter lying on the ground, not a single bullet fired, trying to calm his pounding heartbeat.

The dazzling light flashed, and Wednesday barely tilted his body, the rigidity of the skill, the most depressing setting in the game.

Wednesday felt that his shoulder was slashed by a sharp object, and the pain in his heart instantly reached his nerves.

, why does it hurt so much? Isn't it a game? Wednesday instinctively moved his body, dodging the crazy knife light.

The body is heavy and is a state of treatment, sluggishness.

The long knife in Wednesday's hand was steadily inserted into the knife light, and there were still two seconds.

Dodge! One second more.

Wednesday tried to move his body, let go of his vital parts, let the knife light pass through his left shoulder, and the hot pain hit, it hurt too much.

In exchange for a slow lift, it's not a loss, Wednesday was crazy in his head.

Rush! Definitely!

Three skills were used intermittently on Wednesday.

The knife flashed, almost slashing down against Wednesday's nose, and Wednesday stood firmly in front of the tank, and then his body jerked back, and his back slammed into the treatment behind him.

Turn! Slash! Slash again!

The treatment also seemed to know Wednesday's purpose, and saw that Wednesday's back leaned over did not retreat, but advanced, the blurred light and shadow on his body lit up, and a thin shield shrouded the treatment's body. It's a pity that he still underestimated Wednesday's ability.

The body quickly turned sharply, and the back of the treatment was already unreservedly exposed in front of Wednesday, and the blade slid mercilessly on the back of the treatment, and after a few attacks, the treatment also collapsed to the ground.

"It's just the two of us, hehe......" Wednesday squinted his eyes and tugged at his face.

Soon after, after Wednesday paid two more stinging wounds, the tank was also put to the ground by Wednesday.

Game over!

"Yes, come on. A dark voice rang out, and the scene for Wednesday switched again.

I...... I'll fuck your uncle!, the only cry that came to my head on Wednesday.

Five-on-five formation, five opposite, one on Wednesday, left chest, shoulders, abdomen, the wound was bubbling with blood, and the pain in the heart constantly stimulated Wednesday's nerves.