"Ready?"

The sword front is standing in the rain curtain, the fire cloud sword is drooping, and the flames are moving above the sword front. Beside him, the giant spirit will stand proudly, with a battle axe in his hand, making a low roar, sword Feng Han is just standing there, the style of a generation of masters can already be felt, and the confidence that is revealed in the eyes is rarely found.

"Snapped!"

The ethereal cloud smoked and grabbed the handle of the tomahawk, lifted the heavy axe, the eyes were full of war, the mouth was light, and smiled slightly: "This moment has finally arrived, broken swords, **** battles, are you two excited?"

Broken sword re-growth shakes the long gun in his hand, faintly said: "We are 3V1, don't overturn the boat, we must go all out, this person is not someone else, it is Jianfeng cold!"

In the **** battle, the original staff squatted and lowered the voice: "Our pets go together to attack the swords of Jianfeng's cold. The broken swords are not moving like the attack on the top of the mountain. The cloud smoke is responsible for the output. I use the ice magic to stick. He, as long as he controls the rhythm of the sword, we will almost win."

The ethereal cloud smoke nodded: "Well, get ready!"

"it is good!"

......

"Snapped……"

The boots slammed into the rainy ground, but the swords and colds did not move the first to launch the offensive. The swords were lifted on the chest and rushed to the direction of the ethereal clouds and the broken swords.

"Come on, go up!"

The misty clouds and smoke, immediately rushed over with the battle axe, a low drink, angry revolving to enhance certain attack power, not anxious to shoot, about 5 yards away from the sword front cold, the battle axe suddenly flaming, rapid fire Skills have been launched, open arms, sweeping the tomahawk into a square shape, so that the sword front cold has no room to hide, revealing this hand enough to make people around the horror of the PK skills of the ethereal cloud, the reason why Matcha said he has 90 points of operation The ability is probably because of this.

"Hey..."

The front of the Jianfeng cold mouth is a hook, the trend of forward leaning suddenly stagnate, the boots are slipping on the rainy ground, the upper body is tilted, and the lower body is understated and the boots are gently stepped on the right foot of the ethereal cloud smoke, "啪", The attack trajectory of Xunhuo's inflammation immediately shifted, and it was directly MISS, and the shoulders were wide open!

"It's bad, cloud smoke..."

The broken sword was reborn suddenly. When the long gun was sent, it rushed to the Jianfeng cold, killing and launching. The footsteps slipped and it was an emergency stop to strengthen the hit operation, waiting for the sword to rush to the gun.

"Hey!"

Jianfeng cold hits the gun blade of the broken sword again, but his defense value is too high. He only lost 600 blood, but he swayed, and the sword squatted on the back of the broken sword, with the help of the impact. Forced to the third person!

In an instant, everyone understands that Jianfeng Han has been connected to two people, nothing more than to kill the spiritual masters among the three men. The **** warfare has the greatest threat to the heavy armor, and Jianfeng Han has been implementing it from the very beginning. This tactic!

"brush!"

A layer of frost lingers around the blade, and the blade of the ice slams straight to the shoulders of the **** battle. The attack power of the sword is colder than me, and a shield may break the shield.

"Oops!"

In the **** battle, the original thoughts are a space leap!

Jianfeng cold raised the long sword, the skill is completed, the blade of the wolf!

In the **** battle, the original face was pale and quickly jumped for the second time!

"Roar!"

The giant spirit will rush to come, the battle axe dances, the giants break! For a moment, the face of the **** battle in the middle of the original is almost green, and dare not directly resist, the third space is leaping!

"Hey..."

The rain splattered, and the Jianfeng cold started the position at the moment when the giant spirit slammed. When the **** battle was completed in the third time, the sword was cold and the body was sinking. The pre-judgment was completely correct. Just 4 yards in front of him, the blade suddenly launched!

"哗嚓", the blade rushed through the body of the **** battle, the ghost shield violently distorted, Jianfeng cold turned back is a combo, hits all hits 4 times in a row, the third attack breaks the shield, the last one The sniper brought out a damage number, and launched a normal attack before the original mental state in the **** battle did not completely return to calm!

"902!"

"2317!"

Two swords, directly killing the ally of the war!

......

"Fuck..."

The ethereal cloud smoke suddenly raised his arm, the battle axe flew out, the battle axe projected, the Berserker three turn skills!

"Hey!"

"1427!"

Jianfeng chilled and trembled, nearly 3,500 of the blood suddenly fell a big cut, rushed to bleed the bleeding bottle, the wrist flipped, two swords bloom in the rushed broken sword reborn chest!

"987!"

"1001!"

The knight's defensive power is still very powerful. The smoky clouds of smoke catch the maneuver of the roundabout and fly away. The hands are holding the handle of the axe, and the roar of the roar, the skill of the fire axe, the anger of the Lord of the Palace!

"1147!"

The sword's cold face was a little pale, and apparently did not think that the attacking power of the clouds would be so strong, and his attack was also very precise, and he did not drag the water.

"Brush", the boots slammed on the ground to open an arc, Jianfeng cold MISS off an axe of the clouds and smoke, the sword in the hand shook, directly replied to the other side hit a hollow!

"1997!"

Good and bad judgment, the offensive and defensive properties are not in contrast, the ethereal cloud smoke bites the blood bottle but does not retreat, the battle axe with the effect of the rapid fire inflammation continues to fight all-out attacks!

"court death!"

The sword front screamed coldly. While dragging the giant spirits to avoid the opponent's pet attack, the blade edged slightly, and it was an attack of the ice blade that slammed into the clouds!

Broken sword reborn a bite, the body moved sideways, the guardian skill for the ethereal cloud smoke to eat this sword, the blood plunged, the smoky cloud tomahawk also fell on the shoulders of Jianfeng cold!

"1537!"

Jianfeng cold instantly bloody, his face is iron blue, his body is slightly sinking, and he re-enters an arc around the broken sword, avoiding the sore attack of the ethereal cloud tomahawk, and the position is subtle, while the foot is swaying, S The cascading recruits come – the sharp man is exposed, directly locking the knight's broken sword and reborn. He knows that if the broken sword is reborn and the smog is going on, he may die.

Under the attack of blast and rain, the broken sword immediately fell to the ground, and the last blood was empty. In the end, it still did not withstand the attack of the scorpion fire cloud sword, but this also made the ethereal cloud smoke find the sword The opportunity of the cold, at this time the sword front cold has only about 1500 blood, only need a violent blow to kill!

"Hey!"

The tomahawk is stirring and the air is empty!

The eyes of the ethereal clouds are red: "Picture!"

Jianfeng cold eyes glance, how to fight are dead, but look at their skill bar, the blade edged into, cooling down!

When Jianfeng chilled in the moment of Jianguang, everyone knows that the ethereal cloud has been lost, and the MISS can lose any damage during the process of the blade rushing into the launch.

However, no one thought of a step after the cloud of smoke, a small skill extended the skill guidance, while the body trembled, wearing a wave of water on the trenches, directly fell on the MISS off the blade of the sword Attack, turn around, squatting on the shoulders of Jianfeng cold!

"what!?"

Jianfeng's cold pupil suddenly slammed, and already knew that he had lost.

"1642!"

"1771!"

At the moment when the hollowed out, the direct remote treatment of a 61-level cannon in the frontal guild would pull up the blood of Jianfeng, and let the hope of the last victory of the ethereal cloud fall out. At that moment, in the eyes of the clouds Only despair and anger, low drink: "The sword is cold, the principle of the edge is like this?"

The sword front cold sword rushed into the chest, and the fire cloud sword was heavily sent to the chest of the ethereal cloud smoke, faintly said: "The king is defeated, sorry!"

......

"Hey!"

The ethereal clouds and smoke are soft and kneeling in front of Jianfeng, and the eyes are filled with anger: "Shameless... shameless..."

"brush!"

In the rain, a figure passed, the speed is fast, and a sword is intended to bloom on the armor behind the sword, and the combo skills!

"571!"

"554!"

"MISS!"

"549!"

......

Jianfeng cold turned and looked at me, angered and shouted: "Happy?"

"Go to death!"

I sighed low and slammed my knees. "嘭" slammed into the abdomen of Jianfeng's cold, and the left fist lifted up, suddenly slamming the sword's cold and condensing the slashing defensive, the right handed sword was 0.2 seconds, and the hurricane was completed. I am kneeling on the shoulder of Jianfeng cold!

"1981!"

A blow between the electric light and the flint hit the **** swords to the **** level. Obviously, he did not think that I would launch an attack at the moment of the decision.

"Hey!"

The front edge of Frost Linjian pierced the trenches of Jianfeng's cold, and nailed it directly on an ancient pine. I had a palm in my hand and the skill was quickly launched - the wilderness!

Jianfeng Han was attacked by a quick attack, and all operations and tactics seemed to be useless!

"2379!"

The wilderness of the wilderness tore the body of Jianfeng's cold. He squatted under the ancient Panasonic, looked up at me with pale face and turned to the soul state and waited for the resurrection.

......

"A Han!"

The fallen wolf, the floating knives and other people rushed over, and I raised a long sword, a distant seven-star broken Yuelu!

"boom!"

After the earthquake, Jianqi tore a long gully on the ground. I said faintly: "If you use the hanging pot to treat the sword cold to change the result of the challenge, then don't blame me for attacking!"

Fallen Cang Wolf angered: "Put P, ​​you just can't see A Han win!"

Behind him, Li Mu and Wang Hao appeared on the side of the left and right, pulling the sword with one hand and yelling: "The fallen wolf, do you want to die?"

The fallen wolf bites his teeth, but he doesn’t say anything anymore. It seems to be seen. The sword is cold and dead. It’s simple, the North Pole, the ball is not stupid, and so on. There aren’t so many experts in the front to fight against the dragons and heroes. It is.

......

"Happy brother..."

Behind him, the moon was shallow and rained, pointing to the East and saying, "Look there, there are so many people..."

I turned to look at it, but I saw the densely populated players in the jungle. All the people were guilds, and each person’s arm emblem was the same. It was the floating pattern of a **** knife - Prague!

......

"rustle……"

Yanzhao unparalleled face vicissitudes, carrying a long sword stepping on the grass, with a smile on his face: "The Eight Innocent City is the most fierce city in the dispute between the three main cities. As a member of the Eight Desert City, Prague does not participate in this The battle for White Fox Forest seems to be a bit too low-key?"

Li Mu bites his teeth and whispers: "The old fox..."

Matcha clenched the powder punch and whispered: "The old uncle of Yanzhao Wushuang has finally revealed a sinister side..."