Battlefield of Flames.

The battle between the shallow poetry and the laughing song of the war spirit set off a warm cry from the audience.

It's lively below, and the battle in the battlefield ring is even hotter.

Qing Qian Shiyun pulled the bowstring, and the demon-breaking arrow struck in response to the string, and five magic feather swordfish with dark cyan light flew out, divided into five directions, and flew towards the major vital points of the battle spirit laughing song on the opposite side.

At this moment, the battle soul laughing song was shrouded in a thick black aura, like a cloud covering the mist, and he couldn't see where his body was at all, when the shallow poetic magic of the demon breaking arrow attacked, the black mist in front of him was slowly pierced by the light of the demon breaking arrow attack like a light veil, until the battle soul laughing song's somewhat white cheeks appeared in the black mist, his slightly closed dark eyes suddenly opened!

When his eyes opened, three intense black energy streams shot out at the same time!

The Secret Art of the Undead - Dark Kill!

The cold and eerie killing aura was as heavy as a mountain, and the black energy was firmly locked on to the shallow poetry thirty yards away, like a three-headed black python, crossing the barrier of the air at an extremely fast speed, and flying towards the light poetry.

Qing Shiyun's face was as usual, and he pulled the thunder bow in his hand, and fired three arrows in a row! It's the single attack skill she's used most proficiently since she entered the game, the Enchanted Arrow!

Qing Yue's arrow roar and Sen Leng's killing aura were intertwined in a moment's touch, and the three sounds suddenly resounded like a thunderbolt in a clear sky throughout the Flame Battlefield.

Gale howling! The furious energy continued to escape in all directions.

When all the wind and energy fluctuations slowly faded, with the simplest three arrows to resist the battle soul laughing song's powerful undead secret technique, the shallow poetry of the dark killing of the light poetry rhyme on the ground slightly, five cyan arrows like a running green thunder, with a strong wind breaking sound that could not be heard.

The battle became more and more intense.

When the battle became more and more popular, many people closed their eyes for fear of missing any detail, and many people expressed some heartfelt admiration while watching.

I only heard a half-orc warrior with a tiger's back and a bear's waist speak: "The goddess of Qingxiao poetry is really strong, how high is the mana value and proficiency required to be able to trigger another demon-breaking arrow attack in such a short period of time?" ”

Hearing this, a bitter void hidden killer beside him who was covered in tabula rasa equipment took over the conversation: "In the world of the peak powerhouse, where can we understand this group of dicks." For the goddess of poetry standing above the clouds, anything unreasonable may become real in her, the first night archer of the thirty-six Huacheng, where can he afford it casually? ”

The half-orc warrior glanced at the hard-pressed Void Hidden Killer and said with emotion: "Yes, the Night Elf Archer at this stage is not a particularly powerful profession, and Qing Qian Shiyun can play this profession so well, this kind of talent is also extremely enviable." ”

Listening to the two of them chatting, a flame mage who was watching the game seriously joined their topic, and said with a smile: "Qing Shiyun's combat methods are still a little less, and the strength of the Battle Spirit Xiaoge is only five or six tenths, don't underestimate him, it's difficult for Qing Shiyun to win him." ”

The Void Killer of Dick Silk retorted: "If the goddess of poetry and rhyme can't win this battle soul laughing song, then who can do him?" Falling stars or lonely rain with the wind? ”

The flame mage frowned slightly, but still analyzed very politely: "Although I wasn't very optimistic about the Battle Spirit Laughing Song before, but since his second professional turn, I have never seen any player who can beat him on the Flame Battlefield. War Spirit Laughing Song, this is the most powerful figure in League of Legends in China. ”

The half-orc warrior with the tiger's back and the bear's waist continued, and said with a little mockery and disdain in his tone: "League of Legends? Is that old-fashioned game still brought up? The guy who is not ashamed of his words, he is not afraid of the wind flashing his tongue, I don't comment on whether he can kill the falling stars, anyway, no matter what he is, I don't believe that he can do it with the lonely rain and the wind. ”

The Flame Mage looked displeased, and said, "I'm too lazy to talk nonsense with people like you who don't know anything. ”

……

The so-called layman looks at the excitement, the insider looks at the doorway, and millions of viewers have their own opinions, but there are very few people who can really understand the battle direction of the shallow poetry and the laughter of the war spirit.

Judging from the current situation of the battle, Qing Qian Shiyun has the initiative to attack, on the other hand, he is mainly on defense, seemingly passive, but in fact, he has a feeling of waiting for work, and when Qing Qian Shiyun's offensive weakens, his attack will also break out, and she will be caught off guard.

And that's exactly what happened.

Although Qing Qian Shiyun was very strong, after many attacks did not achieve many substantial results, her offensive slowly subsided.

The Secret Art of the Undead - Soul Shackles!

When her offensive weakened to a certain extent, the Battle Spirit Xiaoge suddenly let out a low roar, and three thick black rays swirled in the space, and then shot out with a speed that was imperceptible to the naked eye, instantly hitting the shallow poetry that was thirty yards away.

The three invisible forces are as strong as a mountain, and as hard as a shackle, and the object of the restraint is not the body, but the soul, and the slightest struggle is that there are bursts of intense pain from the depths of the soul, and it is difficult to break free for a while.

Undead Secret Art - Soul Eater Sword!

Buzz!

When the voice of the Battle Spirit Laughing Song sounded gloomily, there was a sudden sound in the air that was as tight as the trembling of thousands of thin needles, and in an instant, I saw a five-foot giant sword with heavy black light breaking out of the void space, and slashing towards the shallow poetry with lightning speed!

Bite!

A crisp gold-iron clash between lightning and stone fire resounded throughout the audience.

The Soul Eater Demon Sword slammed into the Taiqing Sword in Qing Qian's Shiyun's hand, she bit her thin lip lightly, her wrist shook slightly, and the Taiqing Sword was centered on her slender jade fingers, conjuring up a circle of sword qi ripples.

Like a stone hitting the water, it stirs up waves on the calm surface of the lake.

Taiqing Sword Dance!

"He who forsakes me, he shall not remain in the day of yesterday."

"Those who disturb my heart will be troubled today."

At the moment when the Taiqing Sword Dance swirled, a burst of ethereal Qingyue sound seemed to pierce the void and was transmitted from the eternal recklessness, and everyone present was shocked.

But anyone who is familiar with Chinese civilization, how can anyone have never heard of these two sentences?

Look at the shallow poetry in the ring! The Taiqing Sword Dance is as elegant as a butterfly dance, and at the same time it transforms into a heavy cyan light, it also brings up a staggering sword shadow, and in the overlap of light and shadow, there is a sword qi that is vertical and horizontal!

Crunch!

The sword qi collided with the pitch-black Soul Eater sword, making a sound like bones moving.

When the sound of bones moving slowly became stronger, Qin's sword groaned, and the Taiqing sword in Qing Qian's hand flew out in response, turning into a cyan streamer, where it went, invincible! The target of this sword is the Battle Spirit Laughing Song!

In the face of this sword, the face of the battle spirit Xiaoge was unprecedentedly solemn.

This sword, without the energy of earth-shattering, nor the brilliant and luxurious light, looked ordinary, except for the astonishingly fast speed, there were almost no other characteristics.

But in the eyes of Battle Soul Xiaoge, the amazement of this sword was definitely more ferocious than the sword that Falling Star had cast when he killed his brother Battle Soul Dragoon in the Demon Beast Mountain Range.

Snort!

The sword light of the Taiqing Sword was like a giant wheel that broke through Lang, shattering the black luster that shrouded the body of the Battle Spirit Xiaoge, and in an instant, in a flash of the sword light, a high damage hovered above the head of the Battle Spirit Xiaoge that people couldn't look at directly!

“—12000！”

When up to 12,000 damage rose into the air, there was silence in front of and behind the entire Flame Battlefield.

The audience was silent for a moment, except for the sound of breathing, everyone's eyes were stunned, and the next moment, shouts and applause like a tide sprung up like mushrooms after a rain.

However, the light poetry does not have the slightest joy.

Her gaze fell on the place in front of her that belonged to the corpse of the Battle Spirit Xiaoge.

The applause around him gradually subsided, and gradually, everyone's eyes fell on the area that looked a little weird with the light poetic gaze.

Isn't the Battle Spirit Laughing Song dead?

Why didn't the Iron-Masked Judge announce the outcome of the battle? Why does the shallow poetry not have a relaxed expression, but looks like a great enemy?

What's going on?

In the dark, there was a strange and creepy old voice that slowly turned from vague to clear.

"When darkness fills the world, my presence will be everywhere. When human desires lose their shackles, My Coming will bring everything in the world back to the Nine Shades of Yellow Spring. I accept the offerings of the world, but I am rejected by the world, and I need blood...... I need blood, a comeback...... Stage a comeback...... The Great Grim Reaper. ”

"Necromancer Mystery - Rebirth of the Dead!"

Among the people present, only Lan Ling Xiaoxiaosheng could see the source of this spell at a glance, he squinted at the ring, and a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth: "It's really a talented person from all over the country, I can't imagine that the old man is so old that he can catch up with the great era of geniuses of the fighting gods, it's not easy, it's not easy." It's just that this great era is often accompanied by calamities, and I don't know whether the road is a blessing or a curse.

The old man thought about it for a while, and muttered to himself: "Well, you must hurry up and persuade that little girl, otherwise it will be a pity that the old man will bring this ability into the coffin." That little girl has a firm temperament and is very difficult to persuade, what method should she use? What a headache. yes, start with my stupid apprentice. ”

Lan Ling smiled and pondered, his eyes subconsciously looked at the location of his stupid apprentice, and he was thinking about how to make him obedient.

Chen Fuyun suddenly felt a chill in his back.

His eyes subconsciously swept back, and Chen Fuyun was stunned to find that the old man with a smile like a white chrysanthemum was looking at him with a smile as bright as a white chrysanthemum.

It's a chill.

If it weren't for the fact that Teacher Lu Dao was not a guy with a bad taste, Chen Fuyun would definitely be creepy at the moment, and he didn't know what Lu Dao should do to lower the temperature in his heart that plummeted to close to absolute zero.