312 Kill Star

Qing Yu completely exploded, playing magic to the fullest, leaving everyone stunned, even those who had seen him and Wednesday Lake on an equal footing, only then did they know how strong he really was.

Although Nie Feng's shouts stabilized their position, the ensuing explosion and attached flames completely broke their mental defenses. In an instant, five or six people were set on fire, and no matter how much he threw himself, the flames would not be extinguished until they were burned to ashes. And the roaring explosion also blew several people to ashes.

The Fireball Technique is a fireball technique, but it is not an ordinary fireball technique, but it is a supreme fire that uses the origin of fire and performs it in the state of the source of destruction.

Nie Feng was frightened, he boasted that he was superior in strategy and had extremely fine command art, but in the face of real strength, he was not a fart. Qing Yu's wild bombardment made it impossible for Nie Feng to give full play to all of his advantages.

After a few rounds of fireballs, it was another ground stabbing technique, harvesting people who were lying on the ground to hide or who were seriously injured.

Seeing Qing Yu killing so neatly and smiling, even Lin Xiaoyu and Meng Xiaotian felt a slight chill, only Zhou Qi, his eyes were shining, and his pale hands became more powerful.

However, after a dozen exhalations, only two of the twenty-one people were left to flee, and the remaining nineteen were all here. Twenty-one star change period or constant week warriors were so easily harvested, it was unbelievable.

Qing Yu smacked his lips a few times and said, "What are you still doing in a daze, pick up his ring, as long as we are not destroyed, we can't win the red flag, and we can also be ranked." ”

"You, you killed them like this?" Lin Xiaoyu was still a little incredulous.

"Yes, some fluke. They shouldn't have huddled together, and they didn't disperse in the face of my fireballs, thanks to the nobody. ”

A certain great god once said that in a confined space, the simultaneous explosion of five fireball spells was enough to kill an existence in the galaxy realm.

When the explosive power of the fireball is superimposed, it is by no means as simple as one plus one and so on, and quantitative changes will lead to qualitative changes.

After this incident, when people looked at him, in addition to awe, they were even more jealous, and they spoke carefully, and gave him a nickname: Killing Star.

Although the Flying Fish Alliance team has been wiped out several times in a row

The results of other teams can be described as impressive, but among the sixty teams participating in the green plum cooking wine festival, they are still unknown. After all, people only pay more attention to those strong teams, and the Flying Fish Alliance is more to make up the numbers.

In the camp at the foot of Qingmei Mountain, Dongfang Yuanhe was looking at the huge sand table with blazing eyes. On the sand table, according to 10,000 to one, the entire Qingmei Mountain is miniaturized, and there is no difference between a mountain and a water, a peak and a ravine.

Occasionally, there will be a little bit of starlight between the mountains and rivers, and if you look closely, you can see the numbers contained in the starlight. Some of the stars are gone, others are brighter, and the numbers within them are clearer.

Dongfang Yuanhe's eyes suddenly lit up, raised his head and said, "Check which team the forty-sixth is." ”

"General Huiyu, it's the Flying Fish Alliance. ”

"Hey, that's interesting. Dongfang Yuanhe thought thoughtfully, and the faces of the Flying Fish Alliance flashed in his mind, which were very blurry, only a few faces were relatively clear, but he couldn't see anything special. In his clearly remembered face, there was no Qing Yu, because he was too ordinary in disguise.

"Send out Qingdao, keep an eye on the 47th, and send back images at any time. ”

"Yes, General. ”

The more you go deeper into the central area, the more brutal the fight becomes. The Flying Fish Alliance team met two more teams in a row, and there was no doubt that they won all of them. and encountered the team of Dongfang Raccoon again, and the two sides automatically avoided it as soon as they touched.

Although Qing Yu was sure to eat the other party, he had to pay a price to kill Wednesday Lake, and it was not worth it, so he didn't make a move. And Dongfang Ling's team is even more interesting, and it flashes when it is touched, because Wednesday Lake has left the team, and he is afraid that Qing Yu will find out about all this.

Along the way, he killed several more orcs, and also paid a good price, and the number of people in the team was reduced to nine. The glorious record also suffered more than half of the casualties, which is indeed more bloody and cruel than other experiences.

By this time, the number of teams had been reduced from 60 to 15, and the number of personnel had been severely reduced. Some teams were devoured by other teams, and according to the rule of not killing those who had invitations, those failed young masters and young ladies also withdrew from Qingmei Mountain in disgrace. Other teams were killed by powerful orcs, so they were not so lucky, and more than a dozen noble children became ghosts.

Among the remaining fifteen teams, they all stepped into the core area in a depressed atmosphere, and the red flag that was waving in the wind was already in sight. But Wangshan runs a dead horse, and this journey is strong

The real test of the team.

The Oriental Eagle stood with his sword in hand, stepped on the bluestone, and looked up at the red flag. Behind him stood nine big men and two women, all with serious expressions and neat appearances.

"I wonder who will be my last opponent?

"The fourth young master also entered the core area, and Wednesday Lake left his team for two days, and he didn't know where to go. ”

"Oh, why did Wednesday Lake leave, where did it go? ”

"Yes. According to the news from the inside, a few days ago, when they met the team of the Flying Fish Alliance, Wednesday Lake had a big battle with a magician on the other side and had a draw. ”

"Flying Fish Alliance??, there is actually a magician who can be equal to Wednesday Lake, I don't know who it is?" His mind flashed through several young and famous magicians, among them Xuanyuan Qingyu.

Immediately, he denied it again. If Xuanyuan Qingyu is there in person, although Wednesday Lake, it is definitely not an opponent. In the tournament, although the Donghai team he represented was already out, he watched all the matches in the finals. He deeply knew how strong the two guys of the Xuanyuan family were, especially the Xuanyuan Qingyu that came out, which was bottomless.

Miss Qu Ru also entered the core area, and she sat on the pine branch with a big grin, swaying a snow-white foot. One foot is sucking red embroidered shoes, and the other foot is showing white feet. Her remaining eight subordinates did not squint and stood behind her.

Wu Ren, the eldest son of the Wu family, had just killed the last orc, and his whole body was out of strength, and he was paralyzed on this orc's body, looking at the entourage around him who was almost dead. Among the retinue, there were five orcs lying on the sidelines.

It was these five orcs who killed the team of thirteen people who were originally left, and now only he was the last one. It's nice to be alive, though.

Dongfang Hui is the sixth among the disciples of Dongfang's generation, a guy with amazing talent. He is different from Dongfang Ying's Wenxiu, he is very wild, with a Chinese face, a beard, and copper-colored skin. His eyes are like a leopard's ring, his nose is like a hanging bell, his upper body is bare, and his chest is covered with black hair.

He carried a pair of short axes and said to the five brothers behind him: "As long as I help my son win that banner, as long as I can do it in the future, I will definitely live up to it." ”

"I am willing to swear to follow the young man to the death, go to the soup and fight the fire, and never give up. ”