A person, a pot of wine, a knife, a drunkard, how to look poor and sour.

The three people who rushed to the front had even looked at the throne next to them, believing that as long as they killed the drunken man in front of them, they would fight for the throne in the next moment.

A slight cracking sound sounded in their ears, and it was the two darts of the dart player behind them, with a unique spiral force, shooting into the opponent's eyes. Standard England darts, the needle, barrel, shaft and wings are all exquisitely made, like a work of art. This thing isn't very lethal, but it has a good air-breaking effect, and for players who don't have armor equipment, it will have two more small holes in the body.

The darts were much faster than the three in front of them, and their precision allowed them to pass through the gaps between the heads of the three players and move in an arc. No one wants their flesh to be lost in vain, not even a drunk, so the Yanling knife has been raised.

This wave of players was able to survive to the end in the melee just now, in addition to their good strength, more importantly, they are becoming more and more proficient in cooperating with each other. The important thing about these two darts is not to kill, but to harass. As long as the target raised their sword to resist, their coordination was successful, and the victory was already in the pocket.

No one can immediately recover after blocking the darts to resist the siege of the three people.

The three players were already planning how to fight for the throne right now, and now they were still teammates who cooperated with each other, and the next moment they were about to become opponents.

A sudden sound of wind sounded, and their clothes shook with it, and then they stopped.

There were four more small things at the feet of the wine for the sky, and it was the dart that had just been shot at him.

The three players were startled and stopped at the same time.

The knife is so fast, in their eyes, the arm that holds the knife for the sky seems to move, but it doesn't seem to move. But seeing the remnants of the two darts on the ground being cut in half, it must have moved. Moreover, they felt that the wind was also very strange, coming inexplicably, and going inexplicably.

This strange wind must have hidden demons in it, otherwise, why would they have no strength after it blew.

In addition to these three players, there is a large group of people rushing in from behind. In their eyes, the target was motionless, and the three players suddenly stopped. It seems that some people are angry with each other, pretending to charge, and in the end they will release the water, letting the people behind them fight, trying to reap the benefits of the fishermen.

While scolding in their hearts, they did not stop, seeking wealth and danger, since someone did not want this throne, they would not be polite.

"Get out of here!"

"Coward!"

"Coward!"

A jumble of shouts erupted from the mouths of the crowd as they squeezed away the motionless three players and rushed towards the drunkards who were still drinking.

The three players fell as soon as they touched each other, and then a stream of blood arrows burst out of their necks, and the strong and powerful meridians caused the blood arrows to rush into the sky more than five meters high, before they became rain-like scattered.

Three white lights floated up, slashing two darts with one sword, and breaking three necks, such a fierce knife technique, these players have never heard of. What's even more terrifying is that this knife didn't see how it was shot at all, and the attack distance of nearly two meters had exceeded the length of the knife.

It's a pity that this thought can only pass through their minds, because their bodies have already rushed up, and it is too late to brake.

Another strange wind blew, causing the clothes of the four players to hunt and then calm down.

This strange wind also blew off the bodies of the four players, and also blew away the determination of the players behind them to follow suit.

The scene fell into a strange state, except for the drunkard, everyone stayed motionless.

"It's the wind of the knife, the sound of the wind when the knife breaks through the air." One of the first four players finally said a word, and then blood shot out of his neck and turned into white light. But he was not alone, because the three people around him, after getting the answer, also showed the wound on his neck, which turned into white light and disappeared.

The rest of the players were no longer still, some of them were shaking, some were sweating, and some had distorted expressions. This kind of killing method, no matter how many people come, it is not enough for him to kill. Finally, I don't know who was so frightened that he screamed and woke everyone up. At this time, they had been so frightened that they no longer had the intention of competing for the top ten, and they all scattered and fled.

The wine is white and slender, and there is no longer the terrifying autumn water goose feather knife, and there is a bottle of wine that he has just picked up from the ground.

Hao Fei originally thought that the battle would take as long as his side, so he did not hesitate to go head-on with a dozen people, just hoping to support after being able to solve it quickly. Who knows, people stabbed a few children, and only two knives calmed the world, and there was no need for others to help at all.

Hao Fei's egg hurts, in this way, he has suffered so many beatings in vain, and he has wasted so much internal strength in vain, and he is even more worried in vain.

Wine kills quickly, and Hao Fei is not slow to kill, although he can only punch one child, but he can't stand others among children.

Europeans and Americans are good at power, speed and explosion, and in terms of perseverance and protracted warfare, Asians are well-deserved strong. Fighting to the end is not the style that Europeans and Americans are good at at all, so after Hao Feihammer killed the tenth player, the rest also collapsed, crying and fleeing into the distance.

"What kind of knife technique are you?" Although Hao Fei had no obvious injuries on his body, he was actually not cleared by the hammer, and his whole body was sore and painful, rubbing his muscles while talking.

"The knife technique of killing." The wine threw a bottle of wine for the sky and said, "It is most refreshing to drink a bottle after a fight." ”

"......" Hao Fei took the wine and squinted: "If you don't want to say it, forget it, don't pretend to force us to be good friends." ”

"Hahahaha~" The wine laughed wildly, and poured another sip of wine and said, "Do you know Ah Fei?" ”

"Flying swordsman?"

"Not bad."

"I don't read much, don't fool me, Ah Fei uses a sword."

"As long as the speed is fast enough, there is not much difference between a sword and a knife."

This truth didn't seem to be wrong, but Hao Fei always felt awkward, and after a few seconds, he finally thought of something awkward.

"Even if it's the fast knife that Ah Fei taught you, his light skills are not as slippery as yours."

"Hehe, Ah Fei didn't teach me fast knives, and he doesn't know how to knife them. If he had taught me, would I not have to worship him as a teacher? We just had a drink together and discussed how to shoot faster and kill faster! ”

There is nothing wrong with this sentence, Hao Fei asked: "Then your light skills?" ”

Jiu Weitian smiled and said, "Does Tian Boguang know? ”

"The lone flower thief naturally knows."

"He lost to me in drinking, and this light work of walking alone is a bet."

"Can someone like him be willing to gamble and lose?"

Jiu Weitian looked at Hao Fei and said seriously: "Except for the matter of picking flowers, Tian Boguang is still a man who does what he says. ”