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ICP record number: Xiang B2-20100081-3 Internet Publishing Qualification Certificate: Xinchu Network License (Xiang) Zi No. 11 Network Culture Business License: Wen Wangwen [2010] No. 129

"The genius in the line of fire is nothing more than that, let's fight, Jiang Zhishui!"

A thunderous drink pushed the whole game to the peak, and the blood that had faintly begun to boil in the bones made the audience stand up collectively, and from a distance, the audience was black and oppressive, and there were surging heads everywhere.

"Hahahaha!" Jiang Zhishui raised his head and smiled, laughing a little unscrupulously, laughing a little arrogant and free.

As soon as the palm of his hand was raised, it slammed down on the table, and the sound made the somewhat noisy audience instantly silent, and the boiling blood was poured with a layer of cold water to the bone.

"The ant has such a big breath, even if the Buddha jumps and snipers are terrifying, but there is no sniper in the form of emptiness, but there is no meaning, how can it be the enemy of my river and stop the water!"

A pair of handsome eyes burst out with a somewhat dazzling light, and the voice blurted out was like thunder, and said: "Sniper genres, countless, let you see the power of my passing flow!" ”

Dot-trapping, a shortcut preview genre, is a clever yet insidious sniper genre.

When using Dot-and-Stream Sniping, you will usually get stuck in 6 to 8 positions of the enemy, but the enemy will not be able to see you, so it will be easy to snipe the enemy.

"Whoosh!"

"Whoosh!"

The two streamlines intersected with each other, and a sound sounded with a broken body, and the transport ship, which seemed a little scorching just now, was quiet and a little cold at the moment.

Wang Yue bit his lip flap, Jiang Zhishui pursed his lip flap, and after a few breaths, Jiang Zhishui slowly opened his mouth and said lightly: "Ko!"

With a plop, Wang Yue's whole body fell heavily to the ground, and a wind swirled across the transportation field, and the corpses that were clinging to the cold ground turned into starlight in the sky, dissipating with the wind.

Wang Yue is defeated!

In the fourth group of games, Jiang Zhishui defeated Wang Yue and added another point to kill the wolf, and the total score was 2-2 draw!

The audience was silent, but soon the long-suppressed excitement exploded and shook the sky.

"Damn! A genius is a genius, and he will never be defeated. ”

"What's that sniper genre called? The sniper genre is a bit of a stream, and this genre is simply cool! ”

"Jiang Zhishui, I love you, you are the pride of our Imperial University!"

The bursts of words bursting out from the audience were like the continuous sound of iron horses stepping on the ground, surging and rushing.

Xue Feifei held her sharp chin in her two small hands, and said with joy on her face: "Wow, my idol has won!" ”

Xiao Yu, who blindly worships Jiang Zhishui, said with admiration: "Hehe, sure enough, Jiang Zhishui is better!" ”

"I don't know what the name of the sniper genre that Wang Yue used before, it looks quite powerful, but it doesn't matter, Wang Yue has already lost!"

Ice pursed her lips, which were slightly pale due to shock, looked at the unchangeable result in front of her, recalled the big gamble, and muttered, "This should be the first time Teacher Murong has lost." ”

The skin of his arms contracted for a while, and the white bones hidden by the strangled muscles loomed, and the green tendons burst out little by little, as if they were about to break through the skin and flesh and rush out of the body.

With a dark cyan face and empty eyes, Wang Yue's whole person seemed to have been drained of his soul, like a pile of rotten meat, sitting there motionless.

He lost, he worked hard to break out of the intramural competition, and then from the intramural competition, and then transferred to the Royal University, fought bloodily, and won the qualification to challenge, but the final result was failure.

He lost to Jiang Zhishui again, although he was not as embarrassed as last time, but the result was the same.

Wang Yue glanced at the crowd rioting in the audience, his eyes were pierced, even though the glass house had a soundproof effect, but the pervasive sound still penetrated in, stabbing his ears like a knife.

Although Wang Yue had never comprehended the meaning of Buddha Jumping Sniper, just mastering the sniper form could more than double his strength, but the final result was that he was defeated by Jiang Zhishui without any resistance.

Because I didn't understand the meaning of sniping, the Buddha jump sniper couldn't change at will, and there were only so many fixed forms of attack, although weak, but not so weak that it was easily defeated by the wind and falling leaves, right?

The heart beats at a slower rate, exhaling more and more air, and inhaling less and less air.

There was a wave of vertigo in my head, and I was a little blackened in front of my eyes, and my body was shaky, as if I was about to fall off the computer chair at any moment.

"Rubbish!" Jiang Zhishui smiled lightly and said, "What about your wild words, what about your arrogance, what about your debt collection, aren't you going to defeat me, come on!" ”

The words were like knives, slashing at Wang Yue's heart, and his heart was full of holes and blood.

Zhang's fast cheeks were dark, and he was a little angry, and said: "What are you proud of, 2-2 draw, as long as we win the last game, it is still our saber that wins!" ”

Jiang Zhishui was not angry, but clapped his hands at Zhang's quick pat, expressed strong approval in his demeanor, and praised: "If you don't reach the Yellow River, you won't die, classmate, I support your mentality very much!" ”

The thin man glanced at Jiang Zhishui coldly, and then immediately faced Yang Ke, who appeared in the fifth group and was also the last hope of the saber, and said, "Yang Ke, it's up to you!" ”

The fifth group of matches is a combination of green battlefields, knife battles and football, and Janco loves and specializes in this map more than any other map.

If the opponent is another member of the Kill Wolf Killer, maybe Janco has a small chance of winning, but his opponent is Seven Kills.

Even though Seven Kills is known as a little sniper god in the Imperial Academy, his knife fighting skills are mediocre.

Yang Ke, who occupies the right time and place, has a six-and-a-half winning rate against seven kills that have no three winning factors.

As long as Yang Ke defeats seven kills, the third game will end 3-2, and the saber will still be able to win the championship trophy, the only regret is that Wang Yue lost to Jiang Zhishui.

Zhang's quick patted Yang Ke's left shoulder and said, "Yang Ke, the saber honor and disgrace are all on you, come on!" ”

The thin man patted Yang Ke's right shoulder and said, "Yang Ke, this is your best map, teach them a lesson fiercely!" ”

"Yanke, you can do it." Xiucai, who has always talked little, also encouraged Yang Ke, and according to his estimates, Yang Ke has a great chance of helping the saber win the championship trophy.

"Come on!" Not sad or happy, the word without the slightest tone spit out from the mouth of Wang Yue, who lowered his head.

No matter how big of his area he endured, no matter how much pain he suffered, his brother was out and he had to be inspired.

After speaking, Wang Yue fell into a state of suspended animation again, as if the words just now were not Wang Yue speaking, but the instinctive trend of his body, causing him to blurt out.

The fifth group, the decisive return, Yang Ke vs seven kills, the green battlefield, start!

Janko suddenly said: "I abstain!" ”