Feng Ming Jiuxiao's profession is Feng Zhi, which is a very unpopular profession, due to the scarcity of mass players, so the foundation of this profession is unstable, which also means that Feng Zhi still has many skills and playing styles that have not been developed, such as now, in the Burning Flame Valley, Feng Ming Jiuxiao is as if he was cut by a blade, and the blood is dripping, and this seems to be a skill, because with the passage of his blood, his blue volume is also declining rapidly. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info

"Nirvana, this is a special skill."

On the viewing platform, Mu Sanfen, who had palpitations, lightly glanced at the yellow-haired young man not far away, and just now his mind stabilized, he was shocked by Feng Ming Jiuxiao on the playing field, this skill he had seen before, but not in the eighty-first district, but in a more advanced game server, where the strong were like clouds, and the former Mu Sanfen had encountered Feng Zhi who had this skill there.

It was a fiasco.

"Zang Feng, that kid is going to be unlucky, he should really bring the lone sword over to take a look, but it's not necessarily, a player who can play perfect operations time and time, who knows what kind of strength he will play in the game."

Mu Sanfen muttered, like him, there are still many people who recognize this skill, the brothers and sisters of the Heavenly Sword Clan, the pit viper union Jiuling Wu, and Wang Zuo's giant three-foot arrow, no one would have imagined that it was just an Internet café league, but at this time, there were so many bigwigs in the competition circle.

More importantly, they are still here for the same person.

In the arena, Qin Yi felt a kind of pressure, this pressure did not come from himself, but from his teammates, how far a team can go, there are many influencing factors, and the most important of them is the shortcomings in the team, the re-emerging team at this moment is not perfect.

"It's started, Feng Ming Jiuxiao took the lead and rushed to Zang Feng!"

Sure enough, with Zhao Yan's sudden burst of clear cheers, the original solemn atmosphere in the competition hall was completely torn apart, and the storm came, like the opening of an era of killing, Feng Ming Jiuxiao is the captain of Nirvana, and it is also the core of the Nirvana team.

"Cunning child."

On the VIP seat, Chu Tianhai regained his indifference and calmness, he had already walked out of Gan Fan's nonsensical mocking farce before, and at this moment, a pair of indifferent eyes stared at the projection screen, and a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.

With his words, Feng Ming Jiuxiao's footsteps changed, and with an operation as fast as lightning, this Feng Zhi cut through the earth like a meteor, leaving a faint trace on the red soil, but his whole person took advantage of this operation, directly reversed an angle, and when he was about to reach Zang Feng, he narrowly avoided him, but rushed directly to another person in the revival team.

The swordsman who pouted at him, Sifan.

"Be careful!"

The big bull reacted quickly, shouted angrily, and a group of halos exuding the aura of ancient vicissitudes under his feet lit up, killing recklessly, this special skill was triggered by him instantly, for Gan Fan's ten% speed bonus, plus Gan Fan himself was also on full alert, even if it was a surprise attack without warning, he thought he could easily dodge.

The double blade was triggered, Gan Fan's speed increased again, and in the face of the roaring phoenix Jiuxiao, a smile hung on the corner of Gan Fan's mouth.

At this speed, he can withstand it, not only can he bear it, but he can also stay in place for a while.

This may be Gan Fan's pride as the ninth strongest person in the Little Saint Academy, or it may be a kind of confidence in himself, but this self-confidence has ruined him invisibly.

"Stupid."

On the last floor of the viewing platform, several big people who came suddenly whispered in unison, in their eyes, Gan Fan's stay was too stupid, as if to confirm their experience, just when Gan Fan was just about to dodge, Feng Ming suddenly disappeared, and the next moment, the man covered in blood had appeared beside Gan Fan.

The phoenix soul flashed, and almost everyone forgot that Feng Zhi still had such an instantaneous displacement skill, and Gan Fan himself had fallen into a state of sluggishness.

"The revival team is going to be at a disadvantage, the higher the damage of the Nirvana skill to itself, which means that the next attack will be stronger than the damage to the enemy, in my opinion, the next attack of Feng Ming Jiuxiao can directly hit thousands of points of damage."

There were old players in the audience speculating, and no one questioned him, because this is the truth, what does a thousand points of damage mean, in this time period, it means that a person dies, and in a team battle, a person dies, it is very likely that it represents a team annihilation.

The story of a war lost because of a horseshoe happens all the time in history.

"Impossible!"

Gan Fan's eyes were slightly distracted, he watched Feng Ming Jiuxiao take out a slender feather and slash it at his head, one of the fatal injuries, the absolute crushing of the level, and the buff of the Nirvana skill, everything is showing that death is slowly coming.

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A terrifying number of injuries jumped out, the scene was silent, and everyone's noise and shouts became eternal tranquility at this moment.

Player Feng Ming Jiuxiao killed the player Drizzle Xiaoxiao.

A system prompt broke the silence, Gan Fan froze, and even Feng Ming Jiuxiao, the initiator of everything, was slowly stunned in place.

In his dark pupils, he saw a girl with long hair smiling at him, blood beads flying, and the red blood beads exuded the smell of blood, just like real, so real that it made people cry.

"I'm here now, just a burden."

Xiao Wei was smiling, she muttered, silently gave Gan Fan a thumbs up, and then turned into a white light and floated to the altar of the resurrection, the resurrection of a player takes time, and the specific time depends on the level, and Xiao Wei's move minimizes the damage of the resurrection team.

And, the fighting spirit is high.

"Stinky pheasant, Lao Tzu killed you!"

Gan Fan is crazy, Xiao Wei has died more than once in this game, but only this time is the most difficult for him to let go, the young man's roar made the players in the audience stunned, a crazy man is really terrible, no matter the strength or the degree of ferocity, it makes people feel deeply afraid, but Feng Ming Jiuxiao knows that this is a game, stupid madness, can only speed up a person's death.

Gan Fan is too low relative to him, whether it is level or personal ability, even if he is very angry and desperate now, he can't change anything, looking at the swordsman who is desperately killing him, Feng Ming Jiuxiao is smiling, he has the confidence to kill this fool within three seconds.

But at this moment, he felt a huge pain, and the source of this pain was behind his back.

"I heard, you just killed my teammates, or in front of me?"

A burst of tone sounded, very low, indifferent and indifferent, as if there was no trace of emotion, Feng Ming Jiuxiao's health was rapidly declining, and when he dodged the damage behind him with a flash of the phoenix soul, he saw the emaciated figure.

Like a dark shadow, as if with the darkness of isolation, silently standing on the playing field.

"Impossible, I don't see clearly, how to operate it!"

In the audience, both Jiuling Wu and Mu Sanfen were shocked, and the yellow-haired young man with the most mysterious background stood up suddenly, he gently stroked the Heavenly Sword badge on his chest, his pupils were full of horror.