At this time, Jeff's situation is the same as what Chunxiang said in the last game, although I can't beat you, but you can't beat me, as long as I can draw, I will win this game.

Or that you can't be too lacking in virtue to be a man, this world is really fast.

As for Wang Yu, there is a difference between the rabble and Lockbeth and the Templar.

Luo Bai and Chunxiang tied, and the Templar team had other masters on top, but there were only three masters that the rabble team could handle, and finally Wang Yu was forced to draw by someone at random, which was almost equivalent to Wang Bang blowing up a 3.

The frustration of the rabble team can be imagined.

"Vote?"

After throwing Wang Yu to the edge of the map, Jeff's face leaked a smile of successful trickery, and he calmly glanced around, and Jeff typed a Chinese character on the public screen.

“NO！”

Wang Yu saw the news on the public screen and categorically denied the surrender.

Just kidding, Wang Yu is a generation of martial arts masters, invincible in a hundred battles all his life, and he has never confessed in front of the god-level boss, Jeff is just playing a trick like asking Wang Yu to surrender, which is tantamount to a fool's dream.

"Ping?"

Of course, Jeff also knew that Wang Yu would definitely not surrender, and seeing that Wang Yu refused to surrender, Jeff sent a message again.

Seeing Jeff's second message, Wang Yu hesitated.

Now Wang Yu still understands his own situation, let alone looking for someone in this big forest, Wang Yu doesn't even know where he is, and the final delay is just a draw.

After thinking for a moment, Wang Yu had no choice but to sigh and reply: "yes!"

"Huh!"

Jeff smiled and asked for a draw.

After Wang Yu clicked OK, the system announced a draw in the fifth game.

The Templars won one game, lost two draws, drew two games, and only had one spot left in the second game.

And there are still two spots left for the rabble.

However, judging from the remaining players on the field at this time, the Templar team still has a relatively large chance of winning.

After all, the overall level of players on the side of the rabble is much lower than that of the Templar team, and judging from the quality of the Templar team's masters, it all depends on luck whether the rabble team can win the next few games.

……

As it turned out, Team Templar had not had much luck.

The pillar of light flickered for five seconds before finally stopping at a player with a thin body and a white sacrificial robe.

"Oh God! What exactly are we doing wrong? ”

Seeing the chosen player on his side, Lockbeth was about to cry.

Heart of the Templar, one of the two priesthoods of the Templar Sentai team! Occupation...... Holy priests.

In the last game, the opponent randomly got a pervert like Wang Yu, and the player who randomly got to him in this game turned out to be a priest.

In fact, from the player's professional level, Templar Heart is definitely a top master, and it is not an exaggeration to say that he is the number one priest in the world.

A strong pastor is also a pastor......

The auxiliary profession basically has no output, and the only explosive means is self-detonation.

And the heart of the temple is different from Mowgli, people are the support of the eight classics, they know where their responsibilities lie, and the skill tree configuration is all buff skills and recovery skills, and he is a proper priest, unlike the rabble, a group of crooked ways, a support class points a bunch of output skills, this is all this thing.

Looking at the side of the rabble team, under the pillar of light sat an ugly monster wearing a black robe, and the ugly monster was also carrying a very arrogant fiery red staff in his hand.

looks ugly and pretends to be forced, naturally it is none other than Li Mingdu, the Grand Master of the Quanzhen Sect, of course, the title of the Grand Master of the Zhenjiao is self-appointed by Mingdu, anyway, there are no other mages in the battle sequence of the Quanzhen Sect, and everyone is too lazy to refute him.

As the saying goes, the generation of versions of a generation of gods, the generation of versions of the gods, the mage, as the pro-son profession in the game, is definitely the strongest output of all professions, known as the head harvester.

Whether it is PVP or PVE, it is a strong pit daddy profession.

Of any class, the output class is a player's favorite.

is also a legal system, and the audience of priests and mages is not much worse than that......

Of course, this is not to say that players don't like Priests, but they usually like to have others play Priests to support their mages.

The priest with the lowest output has no need to compare with the mage with the strongest output.

However, the heart of the Templar is also a top master, with the self-esteem of a master, knowing that the two have a huge difference in their careers, but they still resolutely appear in the arena.

"Huh!"

The Heart of the Templar glanced at Mingdu on the other side, and put the fingers of his right hand on the bridge of his nose and subconsciously made a gesture of pushing his glasses, and his eyes narrowed into a friendly smile.

“……”

Seeing the appearance of the Heart of the Templar, Mingdu sighed in his heart.

The seemingly friendly smile of the heart of the temple reminded Ming Du of another priest, which made Ming Du subconsciously fight against the opponent in front of him and decided to strike first.

As the countdown to the game ended, as soon as the Mingdu Staff was raised, a bucket-thick thunderbolt fell from the sky, slashing straight at the Heart of the Templar in front of him from top to bottom.

Compared with the hot-blooded power professions, the combat of mage players is obviously much higher, and other professions are still in the era of hand-to-hand combat with knives, and the legal professions have raised their hands to be special effects.

The absolute output is Mingdu's favorite, simple and rude, and directly in line with Mingdu's character of black-handing if he doesn't agree.

Although Mingdu is not weak in operation, it is not comparable to the top masters, but in terms of attributes, especially spell strength and spell improvement, Mingdu dares to say second, and absolutely no one dares to call it first.

This thunderstorm technique is the strongest single output skill in Mingdu, and this thunder can not be said to be a priest profession with crispy cloth armor, even if it is a shield warrior with rough skin and thick flesh, he can be bombarded half to death.

However, in the face of Mingdu's attack, the Templar Heart had no intention of dodging at all, and did not even make a move to block, so it greeted it in a grand manner.

"Holy! So just? ”

"Boom!"

With a loud bang, under Mingdu's surprised gaze, the thunderbolt smashed firmly into the heart of the Templar's head.

At the same time, a burst of light erupted from the Heart of the Templar.

Holy Light Shield!

In the end, it is a priest's profession, and being invincible in hand is confident.

The legal system is all from playing special effects, especially the lightning mage and the light priest, and the fight is to see who is brighter.

The light of the Storm Thunder Technique and the light of the Holy Light Shield collided together, bursting out with an even more dazzling light.

Mingdu on the field and the audience outside the arena all subconsciously closed their eyes.

At this moment, the corners of the Templar Heart's mouth lifted at the point of light, and an imperceptible smile leaked out in the bright light.

At the same time, as soon as the staff in his hand was raised, a faint flame flew towards Mingdu.