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Binglan was like a proud phoenix, she didn't even look at Xuan Xuan, who was at the level of a mortal bird in her eyes, and said contemptuously: "Do you still need to compare, or, your saber still has a rifleman, it's a pity, no!" ”

In an instant, there was almost no interval, and a cold voice faintly mixed with a bit of intense anger suddenly sounded: "Oh, you are deceiving me with a saber, no one can do it?" ”

Suddenly, a deep and powerful word sounded, like a pebble falling into a calm lake, rippling layers of waves, so that countless hearts in the audience were like dead ashes to the saber, and unconsciously, a trace of vitality was rekindled.

Invisibly, there seems to be a magic hand, tightly grasping everyone's gaze, pulling it towards the entrance of the indoor stadium, and the picture of rushing into the pupil is a chubby figure, walking slowly.

When the chubby figure was fully revealed in everyone's pupils, he slowly stopped, and swept towards the glass house with a sharp gaze, unmistakably fixed on Binglan, who had previously claimed that no one could use the saber.

With a hint of anger in his pupils that could not be concealed, he repeated his previous words again, and said coldly: "Hey, you are full of words, leave a line in everything, your words like this, is it a bullying saber, no one can use it?" ”

Zhang Kuai's eyes were filled with excitement like rolling waves, and his clenched fists were so strong that they almost sweated, and they shouted in unison: "Fatty! ”

After hearing this, the chubby figure moved his gaze away from Binglan's perfect delicate body without hesitation, and moved it to Zhang Zhikuai and the thin man's body, and in an instant, the sharp color in his eyes disappeared, replaced by a look of iron man tenderness, and his eyes were filled with a little crystal liquid.

Song Nuan squinted her eyes, first hammered her chest with her fist, and then pointed her fingers at Zhang Kuai and the thin man a little heavier, smiled slightly, love was as deep as the sea, and said with a smile: "Brother, long time no see!" ”

The thin man rubbed his face violently, relieved his facial muscles that were trembling slightly because of excitement, and scolded with a smile: "Damn, you dead fat man, can you appear earlier next time, I almost made Lao Tzu cry!" ”

Zhang's fast eyes were filled with excitement, but his tone was still playful: "I haven't seen you for a long time, and I still don't look as handsome as Ben Ku, but I already have a bit of Ben Ku's style!" ”

Song Nuan closed her eyes slightly, listening to the dead fat man, listening to the somewhat skinless and faceless narcissistic words, or the familiar feeling, or the brotherhood that will never fade with the changes of the times.

"Who is this fat man, he dares to rush so much against the Wolf Killing Team, his tone is obviously biased towards the saber, he should have something to do with the saber, right?"

"Hey, I found out, his name is Song Nuan, the first endgame hand of the saber, and like Zhang's fast and thin man, he also withdrew from the saber due to the temporary suspension procedures."

"Wow, doesn't this mean that the saber still has a chance, the saber is really a hundred-legged insect that dies but does not stiffen, and every time there is a moment, there will always be former team members who come to relieve the siege."

The audience's gloomy expression caused by the imminent defeat of the saber resurfaced with Song Nuan's appearance, like a dry wood that fell into the spark and burned again.

"Xiucai!" Song Nuan, who had already walked into the glass house, greeted Xiucai cordially.

"I've been waiting for you for a long time!" Xiucai smiled slightly, from the bottom of his heart, and it was difficult to hide the brotherly affection in his fluttering voice.

Song Nuan glanced at the saber lineup, looked around, and didn't see Wang Yue's figure, so he couldn't help asking, "Where is my brother?" ”

Now is not the opportunity to talk about this topic, Xiucai did not tell Song Nuan the truth, but said dimly: "He has something, so he didn't come, let's talk about it later." ”

Song Nuan nodded slightly, indicating that he understood, and did not break the casserole to ask in the end, he knew what the competition meant to Wang Yue, and something big must have happened if Wang Yue didn't come.

He didn't know what was going on, and he couldn't solve the so-called big thing for Wang Yue, what he could solve for Wang Yue was to solve the arrogant woman who was clamoring for the saber five.

Song Nuan glanced at Binglan coldly, word by word, for fear that Binglan would not hear clearly, and said, "You said that there is no one for the saber, I said that there is!" ”

Binglan didn't change her intention because of Song Nuan's appearance, and she also paused word by word, afraid that Song Nuan wouldn't hear clearly, and said, "I said no!" ”

Four groups, Song Nuan vs Binglan, transport ship rifle battle, kill 40 people, start!

Binglan held the M4A1-light cavalry and rushed to the defender area where Song Nuan was, and after a short time, the game ended 40-25.

There was no fierce battle, no entanglement, Song Nuan held a sword against the sky M14EBR, and easily solved the second master of killing the wolf, Binglan, with the momentum of the wind sweeping the leaves.

Song Nuan raised her eyes, looked at Binglan opposite, and said indifferently: "Hey, the dictionary of my saber has never been defeated!" ”

Bing Lan bit her silver teeth, glanced at Jiang Zhishui beside her, and finally found the source of confidence, and said coldly to Song Nuan: "What if you win, your saber will definitely lose in the fifth group of competitions!" ”

Indeed, even if Song Nuan defeats Binglan, the saber will still be defeated, and in the fifth group of games, even if the two Yilans are definitely not Jiang Zhishui's opponents.

The atmosphere was below zero for a while, the glass house was quiet and silent, and the audience was silent.

Ice blinked in surprise, first Zhang was coming back, then the thin man was returning, and now Song Nuan was returning, everyone had a unique skill, and everyone had this amazing talent in the line of fire.

They look different, but they have one thing in common, they abandon the wide world, return to the mere flower city, refuse the invitation of the regular professional club, and return to the little saber.

What kind of charm does the boy who smiles confidently have that can make them call Brother willingly, and make them abandon a glorious avenue and return to the saber.

"Yikes!" A sharp girl's scream pierced people's eardrums with a slight pain, perhaps attracted by the scream, or maybe because it was so lively, which caused many people to focus their eyes on the screaming girl.

The girl's white fingers trembled and pointed to the entrance of the indoor stadium, her little face was sallow with fright, and the sentences could not be connected, and she exclaimed: "Blood, blood, demons, demons!" ”

Everyone followed the direction of the girl's finger and looked up, and the audience was taken aback, and no one was excluded.

A thin figure covered in blood walked slowly with silent steps, as if it was not a living person, but an empty body but a soulless walking corpse.

A pair of evil eyes seemed to be dyed red with blood, and there was a dazzling but dazzling blood bead hanging from the corner of the slender eyes, blood, covered in blood, on the hands, on the face, on the body, all of them.

With every step he took, a blood-colored footprint was left on the ground, and with every step he took, he shouted a heart-rending roar.

"Give me back my brother!"

"Give me back my brother!"

"Give me back my brother!"