Thank you Uncle PC for your reward, so polite, how embarrassing is it for me.

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Ling Chi, commonly known as a thousand cuts, is naturally the purpose of cutting a living person into pieces.

According to legend, a good executioner, if he is skillful, often has to cut the prisoner into pieces according to a certain number. A living person who was originally a whole would have been cut into more than 3,600 pieces of various sizes before he died.

God knows how the prisoner survived to that moment.

Zhao Yuxin is naturally not the kind of executioner with clever means. Even if Zhao Yuxin has the intention to be such an executioner, Jingmo on the other side will definitely not be the lamb that is slaughtered by others.

The reason why the skill of Zhao Yuxin is called Ling Chi style is that it takes the double meaning of Ling Chi.

Ling Chi, originally written as "Ling Chi", probably means "slow hills". To understand it, it is a slowly changing hill. When used as a punishment, it is a punishment that causes death slowly.

Zhao Yuxin's trick is not necessarily going to really wield more than 3,500 battle halberds. However, the dancing halberd shadows in the sky are really slowly compressing Jingmo's activity space.

From Zhao Yuxin's calm demeanor, and the war halberd danced lightly. It is not difficult to see that once the halberd hits Jingmo, there will definitely be no fatal damage with one blow.

Perhaps, this move is indeed contrary to Zhao Yuxin's long-standing combat philosophy of pursuing a simple and brutal one-hit kill. Otherwise, why is Zhao Yu's salary unwilling to be used from time to time?

Then again, though. If he was really slowly tortured to death by this attack that had no weakness attack at all, Jingmo would really seem to be Ling Chi. The name of this skill is really apt.

Jing Mo didn't care about this kind of attack that seemed to be a random attack, he only occasionally used the long sword in his hand to flick the halberd, and he could fight for enough living space for himself.

With the continuous loss of time, the war halberd methodically compresses the living space of Jingmo. Jing Mo suddenly realized that he seemed to be forced into a dead end.

At this moment, the seemingly harmless halberd shadow suddenly turned into a life-threatening scythe in the hands of the god of death. Jingmo has tried his best to deal with it, but every time he is overlooked, he will be hit by the halberd.

Jingmo wanted to quickly avoid it, but he felt that Zhao Yuxin in front of him seemed to use some kind of magic. The halberd and the sword were like old friends who hadn't seen each other for many years, hugging tightly and refusing to separate.

Of course, Zhao Yuxin has no magic, and Jingmo is naturally very aware of this. What caused the scene in front of Jingmo was actually Zhao Yuxin's dense and seemingly endless offensive.

I took the time to take a look, and after I was attacked frequently, I still had more than half of my blood left. Jingmo forcibly repressed his already somewhat unstable mentality into an iron plate.

He knows that he can't mess up now, and he can't be discouraged and admit defeat. Even if the long sword in his hand was originally inferior to the halberd in terms of attack range, it was suppressed by the opponent at this moment. Jingmo still has to get into the tooth and try his best to deal with Zhao Yuxin. He knew that even if he was going to die, he had to die as late as possible.

Jingmo didn't have confidence in himself, even he didn't believe that he could get out of it with his whole body. At the moment, all he believes in is time.

If time can't let Zhao Yuxin's skills end early, give Jingmo a chance to fight back. Jing Mo believes that time will definitely make his players under him, each of whom is higher than the opponent's level 30 attributes, show their due strength.

Don't underestimate this in the eyes of the masters, the thirty-level attribute that can be made up and chased in minutes. It doesn't show much difference in one-on-one, but in seven-on-seven, it's enough to burst out all kinds of sparks.

When are people most likely to feel tired? Of course, when you have reached a certain limit, but you still want to continue to stick to one thing.

At this moment, Jingmo has reached such a stage. The character in the game is a little better, at least he doesn't show obvious fatigue. As long as the player outside the game can move, the character will faithfully follow the action.

However, at this moment, Jingmo outside the game was already sweating profusely. He felt that when he was fighting against the skill of turning dust, it was many times more difficult than letting him fight against several strong men at the same time.

Fortunately, hard work pays off, and there is still a time limit for Zhao Yuxin's skills. With a crisp sound of weapon fighting, the skill of Ling Chi style also came to an end.

Jing Mo breathed a long sigh of relief and sneered: "I thought I was going to carry it like this until I died." As he spoke, he unconsciously moved his sore shoulders.

Zhao Yuxin, who was on the other side, smiled coldly and asked rhetorically, "Can't you?" ”

As he spoke, the halberd in his hand shook, and once again sent out a Ling Chi style.

The previous scene was staged again, and Jingmo began to silently count the time to alleviate his attention to muscle soreness. In this way, try to hold out until the end of this wave of attacks.

After two Ling Chi styles, Jing Mo only had less than a quarter of his blood left. It seems that the difference in the attributes of these thirty levels has greatly reduced the skill power of Zhao Yuxin here in Jingmo.

has seen the dawn of victory, how can Zhao Yuxin be willing to give up? He shook the halberd in his hand again, and sent out the Ling Chi style for the third time.

Jing Mo secretly scolded the bastard and yelled: "You're still finished, aren't you tired?" ”

Joke, Zhao Yu's salary is now a piece of data. As long as the pain setting is turned off, how can he have any problems due to exhaustion? At best, he was seriously repeating a boring order.

Zhao Yuxin replied jokingly while wielding his halberd, "Don't you like to study other people's skills?" I'm here to impress you. ”

This time, no matter what kind of psychological suggestion is used, Jingmo can't get rid of the impact of exhaustion on himself. He looked at the time repeatedly, as if comparing how long the time of his death could be compared with the time when the whole game ended.

When Jingmo noticed that the time of the whole game was like his own blood, there was not much left. He decisively gave up resistance and yelled in his team channel: "Do it!" ”

As Jingmo turned into a white light and left the PK platform, Zhao Yuxin's eyes were also filled with dazzling purple light. Until this moment, Zhao Yuxin knew how shocking it was to see Ziyu's skills up close.

didn't have time to carefully appreciate the splendor of Ziyu's skills, as the last person on his team who could move freely, Zhao Yuxin carried the halberd and rushed to the place where the players of the National Medical Pavilion gathered.