But the next situation made the darkness in a dilemma, he felt like a lost little lamb, under the spell attack of the mage opposite, fleeing everywhere, there was no chance to fight back, he had been submerged under He Xiaoming's continuous spells. Pen % fun % Pavilion www.biquge.info

He Xiaoming looked at the archers who were running away under his spell, and some smiles appeared on his face, in fact, to say that his spell casting speed is fast, in fact, it is not, He Xiaoming's spell casting speed is only a little faster than that of ordinary mages, most of the time it is unhurried spell casting, but sometimes it suddenly increases the spell casting speed.

Gloomily glanced at He Xiaoming in the distance, such an opponent made him feel powerless in his heart, he didn't try to resist the opponent's attack, and then counterattacked, but he just resisted, the bow and arrow were shot, and the opponent was instantly a Lei Yuan ball, and the arrow he shot collided, and after the collision, his attack immediately failed.

It seems that He Xiaoming has an anti-missile radar around him, and he can't break through the opponent's attack at all, and the darkness is also the first time to know that since the law system can also use weapons to block his arrows like close combat, it's just that the mage in front of him is not using weapons, but technology, and is directly canceling out his arrows halfway.

The dark mentality is a little collapsed, where is this mage a pervert, it is completely unreasonable to suppress, he didn't encounter the law system before, he used the archer's attack speed to take the lead in the attack, and played the same suppression as now, but now the situation is reversed, and the law system directly pressed him as an archer and couldn't raise his head.

A flash of realization flashed in He Xiaoming's eyes, everything just now was actually done by He Xiaoming, just because he learned from Nuohan the importance of battle rhythm.

After the first attempt to use the technology he had mastered, He Xiaoming had a deeper understanding of the rhythm of battle, whether it was amplification casting, extreme casting, or normal casting, it was actually for the rhythm of battle.

If He Xiaoming wanted to kill the opponent, he could have killed it a long time ago, but in order to comprehend the rhythm of the battle, he controlled the angle of attack, deliberately did not hit, and controlled the opponent to move according to his route, the opponent was actually in his eyes, like a marionette, he used spells to completely control the direction of movement of the darkness.

"It's over!!" He Xiaoming felt the passage of time and decided to end such a one-sided battle, because if it didn't end, it would go to overtime.

Thinking of this, He Xiaoming's original unhurried battle rhythm changed, the casting speed and speed increased a lot, and the angle was even more changeable.

The sudden change of battle rhythm made the dark face change, originally he was quite adaptable, the original battle rhythm, spell attacks can also be confidently dodged, but the change in style caught him off guard, and the original rhythmic movement, instantly messed up, and after a lightning ball, he was directly hit by another skill, thunderbolt.

After hitting, He Xiaoming was even more unforgiving, and quickly threw out a few more skills, hitting the darkness.

After the darkness, there was no power to fight back at all, and he was hit by more than a dozen skills one after another, in an environment similar to the ancient Roman arena, he was killed by the opponent here, the only pity is that there is no audience here, no applause, and no ridicule, Teng Qi's top archers were killed by the opponent unscathed, and others couldn't believe it.

If it's normal to be killed, even if it's a fighting demon, he was once killed in the hands of a defeated boxer under his own hands, and the evidence is still left in the fighting demon's personal competitive record, and if you want to clean this residual evidence, at least after the next season.

"The mentor is right, all the skills are actually in the service of the rhythm of the battle, even if it is the combat instinct that you have figured out." He Xiaoming looked at the dead opponent with a contemplative look in his eyes, originally he thought that his next step in improving his technique should be combat instinct.

Norhan did not deny He Xiaoming's fighting instinct, but praised it, and then he proposed that combat instinct is actually a combat skill, which is to create its own combat rhythm, and the combat rhythm should not only create its own rhythm, but also destroy the opponent's combat rhythm.

"Go ahead, try this feeling, for the rhythm of the battle, I haven't learned yet!!"

This is He Xiaoming's first attempt at the rhythm of battle, and even in his understanding, he has not even started the rhythm of battle at all, it can only be said to be an unpredictable spell attack, so that the opponent can't adapt to it, and it is not a real combat rhythm at all.

Entrance to the individual competition

Looking at the entrance of the personal arena in a daze, his eyes were a little aggrieved, after he lost to He Xiaoming again, he continued to line up again, wanting to meet the mage just now.

But looking at the opponent who was slowly forming, he knew that he hadn't met it, but the scene that came after another made him collapse to the extreme, his opponent was a fighter, a fighter with gloves.

His attack didn't hit the opponent, he was approached by the fist warrior, and he was directly knocked away by the opponent's heavy punch.

The problem is that the boxing warrior, after knocking him away with a heavy fist, did not fall to the ground again until death, the fist kept falling on himself, and every time he flew up, his body just fell a little, and the heavy punch appeared again, knocking him back into the air after he had just fallen slightly, and even death, it was death in the air.

The continuous blows to death without the power to fight back, the successive blows, made him doubt his life for a while, and it was okay to be powerless once, but again in a row, it was not the same person, which made him a little unacceptable.

"Darkness, why are you still here, I don't reply to your messages, I'm ready to play a team competition, and the other teams are biting very tightly."

The morning breeze came from a distance, waking the darkness from a daze, and the darkness found that he had been in a daze for a long time at the entrance of the personal competition after leaving the personal competition room.

Yu Dian shook his head and shook his thoughts, although he did have some grievances just now, but as a professional player, he has his own set of methods for regulating his emotions.

Throwing the complicated thoughts out of his mind, he said to Chenfeng, "Brother Feng, let's go!" ”

"Let's go!" As if remembering something, Morrowind paused and continued, "By the way, the points that Thor and the King of Fighters originally dropped have moved, and they are now in the personal arena, have you met them?" ”

Morrowind's words exploded in the dark mind like thunder, inexplicably matching the previous mage with the image of the thunder god, and the boxing warrior must be the king of fighters, and the more he thought about it, the more sure he was, and all the grievances in his heart inexplicably dissipated.

Yu Di looked back at the personal arena again, his eyes were burning, it turned out to be them, no wonder he was so strong, he now has a deep impression of Thor and the King of Fighters, and even has a strong image of the fighting demon that has not yet appeared.

Just because, Thor and the King of Fighters impressed him too much, Thor's long-range attack, so that his attack could not find the rhythm of the attack, after the King of Fighters approached, he had no power to fight back at all, and he hit him to death in the air.

"What's wrong?" Morrowind took a few steps and found that the darkness had not followed, and couldn't help but say in confusion.

"It's okay, let's go!!" The darkness exhaled a cloudy breath and said softly.