The old trick is gone, and the new trick has not been made.

All masters understand that this is the time when a person is the weakest, and it is also the most deadly.

Of course, Feng quietly understood this truth, so he did not reveal his whereabouts from beginning to end, until in this once-in-a-lifetime and fleeting moment, he finally launched a thick and unexpected attack.

The players outside the field, although they couldn't personally experience the mysterious blow, but everyone's hearts were already hanging high with the sudden attack. Because they have unconsciously been completely attracted and sunk by the rhythm of the battle on the stage.

Just listen to the soft sound of 'ding'.

Cheng Yiming's long sword, which had been thrown out, had been collected at some point, not only was it taken back, but at this time, it was already behind him like a dead ghost, and it was on the dagger like a poisonous snake in the wind's hand.

No one could see how his sword was withdrawn, because that moment was too fast!

Brush! ~ At the same time, the top of the heads of the God of War and the others also burst out with tens of thousands of damage values, and the sacrifice that was originally low in defense and was a water attribute itself appeared with more than 20,000 damage values on the top of the head.

The wind quietly failed to strike, and the whole body retreated, and disappeared into the void again.

Cheng Yiming didn't even look back from beginning to end.

Without waiting for the aura of the skill to dissipate, the Qingying Sword in Cheng Yiming's hand struck out like lightning again. At this time, the four of them were completely fish on the chopping board, and they were slaughtered by Cheng Yiming.

This sword, now seems to be a smart string and a graceful dance music, which makes the four of them intoxicated.

They were lucky, because until they hung up, until they returned to the resurrection point, they were still intoxicated by the dizzying sword light, and their hearts had long forgotten the pain and despair.

At this time, the sacrifice, who was completely exposed to Cheng Yiming's attack range, was already like a sifting chaff and stunned.

The ranger not far away even put away his longbow and fled.

It's just that where can he escape, PK in life and death mode, either live or die!

In the blink of an eye, six people had hung up.

Cheng Yiming lifted the Qing Ying Sword, slowly walked in front of the sacrifice, and suddenly smiled kindly: "Your appearance is a mistake." Your blessed aura not only doesn't provide any help to your teammates, but also doesn't give them any chance to add health. What's more, in order to protect you, several of them hung up in vain, and sacrifices like you not only cost Lang a good equipment, but also smeared the magician profession! ”

With a wave of the sword, he sent this level 57 high-level sacrifice back to the resurrection point.

The moment he hung up this sacrifice, a very strange thought suddenly flashed in Cheng Yiming's mind, and he didn't know why, he suddenly said such a thing that hurt people's self-esteem.

Is it because he wants to give a blow to the members of the Ares Gang? Or was it the near-real killing that unleashed the evil side of his soul?

He himself didn't know.

Changing into a soul death, Cheng Yiming slowly took out the flying feather arrow and aimed at the fleeing ranger.

Although it is in the game, after all, it is also between life and death, he actually left his teammates and turned around and fled, for such a person, Cheng Yiming did not ridicule or despise, but felt a kind of sadness for no reason.

This kind of sorrow is by no means just the sorrow of a certain person or a certain force, but it is definitely the sorrow of the Ares Gang.

With a flash of light, the flying feather arrow roared away with the momentum of breaking through the sky.

This seemingly ordinary arrow, after it was shot, it was as if it had a pair of eyes, ethereal and invisible. So that the ranger had no way to dodge at all, only to watch the arrow fall on him.

Brush brush~ At this moment, the cold light flashed, and a sharp cold blade suddenly cut through the trajectory of the flying feather arrow, and with a 'ding' sound, the arrow was accurately knocked to the ground.

Cheng Yiming raised his eyebrows slightly, looking at the wind that appeared next to the ranger quietly, a hint of appreciation flashed in his eyes. But then the hint of appreciation suddenly became fierce again. I saw his body move violently, and several arrows whizzed away as he went.

Feng quietly was originally preparing to take it by surprise, waiting for an opportunity to launch an attack when the God of War and others were entangled in Cheng Yiming. In this way, even if their chances of victory are still small, they will not lose too badly.

It's just that the performance of the god of war fighting a few people is really a big disappointment for him, and in a few breaths, seven of the nine people hang up.

While scolding in his heart, he still held on to the last bit of luck. It's just that this Mo Wenchen is like having a pair of eyes in the back of his head, not only can he block his attacks by surprise, but he also looks relaxed and doesn't care at all.

Coupled with its thunderous attack and ethereal and elusive body, the wind quietly began to become desperate.

But he still won't give up even the slightest hope.

For that alone, he was already much taller than a few warriors who fought wildly.

Cheng Yiming naturally guessed what Feng quietly thought in his heart, and naturally he could see who he was. No matter who it was, they wouldn't save a soft bone who was on the verge of escape, but the wind quietly did not hesitate to strike.

On the one hand, there is still a trace of unbearability in his heart; On the other hand, if there is one more person, the only glimmer of hope may also increase by a few points.

But when he did this, he fulfilled Cheng Yiming.

The arrows this time were far from the first one. If the first arrow is like a gurgling, still and moving stream, then the next few arrows are a turbulent and majestic river.

Even first-class masters like Song of the Wind and Thousands of Miles Without Staying Behind, I'm afraid they won't rush to take their edge.

You're going to save him?

Okay, then I'll hang him in front of you!

Until the ranger turned into white light and disappeared, the wind quietly stood in place with a bloodless face.

The crowd watching from the sidelines was already boiling at this time, and many of them were more like chicken blood, with red faces and red ears, dancing with hands, and shouting in unison: "Hang him up!" Hang him up! Let the scum of the god of war be arrogant! ”

At this moment, it seems that it is not Cheng Yiming who is standing in front of the wind quietly, but themselves.

Cheng Yiming didn't make a move, but stood quietly in front of Feng Quietly, and said with a smile: "Why don't you make a move?" ”

Feng quietly didn't speak, but a strange look slowly appeared on his face.

Cheng Yiming said again: "Don't you dare? ”

The strange look on Feng Quiet's face began to become a little distorted, and his right hand held the dagger tightly in the cold light, and the green tendons in his hand burst out.

Cheng Yiming continued: "Since you still have a dagger in your hand, why don't you dare to stab it out?" Is this dagger of yours just for posing? ”

Brush~ Feng quietly stepped forward, and the dagger in his hand stabbed Cheng Yiming's throat like lightning.

The speed of his attack was very fast, but the dagger was only in the air, and the Qing Ying Sword in Cheng Yiming's hand was already against his throat.

Cheng Yiming's face was expressionless, and then he said: "Your speed is still very fast, but you still can't kill me, do you know why?" ”

His words didn't seem to have any meaning, but the wind quietly understood the meaning.

Cheng Yiming then said coldly: "Because you are already a dead person, not only are you already a dead person, but even your heart is dead, if a person is even dead in his heart, then even if this person is alive, he is just a walking corpse!" ”

The wind quietly distorted his face, and suddenly flashed a little unspeakable pain.

After Cheng Yiming finished speaking, he suddenly turned around and said as if talking to himself: "I won't kill you, because you are quiet, because you are different from the God of War who fought them!" ”

Wind quietly flashed a glimmer of light in his originally painful eyes.

In those eyes, which were already almost desperate, a nameless firework ignited again.

I saw him suddenly raise up, and cut his throat lightly, as if he was doing an ordinary thing that had nothing to do. With a 'bang', the wind quietly turned into white light and disappeared, and it was just as happened that his artifact-level dagger exploded.

The evening sunset was beautiful. In particular, the sunset in this magnificent ice city is even more gorgeous.

On and off the stage, it was surprisingly quiet at this time.

It wasn't until the system's prompt came that tens of thousands of onlookers knew that this mysterious master who had been unable to find out the information was the deputy gang leader of Gu Yun Qianqiu and the best super master in the whole server.

All the shock and surprise were relieved almost instantly.

But their enthusiasm has risen to a new level.