Maybe it's because Moonlight is not a thief, anyway, he's a berserker who looks sharp, so the berserkers in the audience who were heartbroken were beaten again.

That's whether Berserker is good or not.

High offense and defense, powerful maneuvers, powerful bursts, and powerful movements, when the wind comes on, the violence of the berserker is more straightforwardly reflected.

Especially when Moonlight had less than 20% of his blood left, he seemed to enter a state of rage, and the paladin, who had half of his health, and occasionally gave himself two mouthfuls of milk, was killed by him in a round of rage.

A blood-red light shrouded the berserker, like a warrior returning from a bloody bath.

He was dressed in equipment, the shape was uneven, and the colors were varied, compared with the set of golden armor of Eleven Shao, the gap was one day and one place. If Eleven Shao is a wealthy family, he is a street begging for food.

However, for some reason, everyone thinks that this is the real berserker.

Wings of Dawn was the last to take out the bloody moonshine, and then was carried away by a wave of furious fat monkeys, thus ending the longest ring match.

After the ring match, you can rest for half an hour, and after half an hour, the team competition will be played.

Lu Li sat and rested with his eyes closed, looking peaceful on the surface, but if he actually looked closely, he would find that his brows were tightly knit, obviously stumped by some problem.

"Don't worry, just do your best," Moonlight comforted him, putting her arm around his shoulder.

"Let's take the lead in the score, wait and win the team competition, what Wings of Dawn, it's not still in our hands," the fat monkey is very domineering.

"Eleven less bones, can you gnaw on them?" Lu Li opened his eyes and asked.

Let him gnaw eleven less. The fat monkey's face is green.

The atmosphere on Dawnwings' side was much more relaxed than that of Lu Li, and although they didn't expect to lose so badly in the ring, they were confident in the team competition that followed.

"Well, Wings of Dawn is going to win," the water elf concluded at the beginning.

The pure white season is crazy, I said Miss. If you say that the Sword of Judgment has won, because Lu Li and you have a leg, everyone can still understand, but now you are sure that the Wings of Dawn have won, is this the rhythm of empathy?

"Here's a word for berserker lovers, stick to what you hold on, and don't be intimidated by the difficulties," said the dark-toned Wind Warrior, who already understood why the water elves said that.

The key is still in Eleven Shao.

If anyone sees Lu Li abusing and killing eleven less. I think that Eleven Shao is a failed experiment, which is very wrong.

"Kill the healing, and get rid of their priest as much as possible," Lu Li said in a low voice as he watched the countdown.

Eleven's biggest flaw is that he can't return blood, but what if there is a treatment to add blood to him?

Imagine a berserker who can't even beat Lu Li, followed by a priest who adds blood to him. Such a combination is simply incomprehensible.

The only way to do this is to kill the other person's healing!

Thinking about it from another angle, Lu Li and they had to kill the treatment on the other side to survive. Don't the people on the other side know, but it is conceivable that their pastor must be the most closely protected object.

Therefore, the eleventh young man, who was originally regarded as a laughing stock by everyone, finally found his position.

The battle was about to break out, and the spearhead of the Sword of Judgment was pointed at the smile of the Dawn Wings, and it was determined that the posture was bound to be eliminated.

"Ahaha, I'm a preacher of all the kinds. It's not so easy for you to kill me," Xiaoxiao was mentally prepared for half a step, and while talking nonsense, he put on his shield and added blood.

Lu Li's sneak attack stunned him, and he immediately used the badge to relieve the stun without hesitation at all.

Four seconds of stun was enough to open the bloodthirsty Sword of Judgment squad to take out his thin-skinned little priest. If he hesitated to use the badge so early, he probably wouldn't have a chance to use it later.

Lu Li, Moonlight, Fat Monkey, and Luo Ying recalled, under the addition of bloodthirsty, the four of them grabbed Hanxiao and beat them half-step by half, regardless of anything.

With a smile, he took half a step to reduce his injuries, and occasionally he could free up his hand to give himself a mouthful, but his blood volume was still falling quickly, and he was about to fall to the bottom and turn into residual blood, and a golden light shrouded him.

Help!

Of course, the few people who often watch moonshine use this skill know what it is, and the last thing you want to happen happens after all.

With Eleven Shao helping him to suffer an injury, he finally relieved himself with a smile and added blood, after all, Dawn Wings was also five people, and they would not watch Lu Li and the others bully their treatment.

After Eleven Shao handed over the reinforcements, a charge rushed to Lu Li's side, and immediately a big whirlwind turned.

At the same time, the Frost Nova was spreading out under the feet of Lu Li and the others, and they had to quickly leave the attack range of the eleven less, so naturally they could no longer maintain the level of attack just now.

And the moonlight is the same big whirlwind that greets it.

Now the audience was satisfied, they not only saw the duel of the berserkers, but also the splashing of ultimate-to-ult.

Berserkers at the center of the Great Whirlwind cannot be controlled, but can take damage.

At this time, the gap between the moonlight and the eleven less is reflected, the damage numbers floating on the moonlight's head are all one or two hundred, while the eleven less is only one or twenty, and some are even in the single digits.

Unable to kill the priest of Wings of Dawn, and unable to stop the humanoid tank of Eleven Shao, the Sword of Judgment was defeated in the team competition.

Lu Li didn't care how the others were fighting, he stared at Hanxiao for half a step.

"I'll go, you're really stubborn, you can't kill me like this, are you planning to scare me to death?" With a smile and a half-step sneer, of course he couldn't add a little bit to all his physique, but he still added some more or less.

March Rain's total blood volume was just over 3,000, but he had 4,000, and his equipment was also focused on self-protection.

"Leave me alone, kill their shaman, the bloodthirsty cooldown is almost over," Hanxiao reminded his teammates, as long as it wasn't a group fight, he didn't think that Lu Li alone would have a chance to kill him in full view.

"Gather fire shamans first," Dream Thirteen nodded, it was time to end the fight.

In fact, at the beginning of the team competition, he was also a little nervous, worried that Hanxiao Banbu would not be able to withstand the first round of attacks, but it turned out that he was obviously too worried, with the support of his teammates, Hanxiao Banbu was thrilling and survived the difficulties.

"Remember, drag out as much time as possible, you all go and entangle one, and I'll be their pastor," Lu Li said suddenly on his channel.

It must be that he was tired and hallucinated, if his teammates didn't know him well, they would probably think so. (To be continued.) )