The hero who crossed the line of fire has a dream

Chapter 720 Skinny Fights Binglan!

"Crack, crack!"

Two fast and one slow gunshots sounded, 2 plus 1 shooting technique.

"Crack, crack!"

Two consecutive two-speed gunshots sounded, 2 plus 2 shooting technique.

"Clap clap clap!"

Three gunshots sounded in succession, three consecutive shots.

The upper right corner of the screen displays three words that Xiucai killed Pojun, and Pojun charged three times in a row, and was hanged in the hands of Xiucai three times in a row.

The scholar killed him with three methods: 2 plus 1, 2 plus 2, and three consecutive shots, which Pojun is proud of.

The frightened Po Jun straightened his back, drips of cold sweat oozed from the hairs on his back, the veins in the palms of the palms that manipulated the mouse and keyboard swelled up, slowly wriggling like little snakes, his fingers trembled in fright, and some couldn't control them .

Po Jun's mind is full of replays of the scenes of being killed three times. He actually died in the stunt that he was most proud of, and was used by the opponent with faster and stronger techniques. The realm he has been pursuing has been easily obtained by the scholar. .

"Who are you?" Po Jun screamed instinctively. He objectively evaluated the strength of both sides. His defeat was not because he was too weak, but because his opponent was too strong.

Among the students, there are only a handful of people who beat him, but he doesn't remember that there is such a person as Xiucai. He doesn't believe that Xiucai is an ordinary student.

As the time for Po Jun to see Xiu Cai extended, gradually, he felt that Xiu Cai looked familiar, as if he had seen him somewhere before, but he couldn't remember it for a while.

With his middle finger, Xiucai pushed the nose pads of the glasses on the bridge of his nose, focused his attention, and stared at the computer screen without flickering.

Wang Yue crossed his arms in front of his chest, admiring the scholar's game with great interest, because of the excitement, he would nod his chin from time to time, watching the scholar play cross the line of fire, it was a kind of beautiful enjoyment.

Every move of his is gorgeous and graceful, but under the gorgeous offensive, he conceals the murderous intent of the bones, the softness in the rigidity, the softness in the softness, the variety is endless, and it is wonderful.

"40 to 37!"

In the second group of matches, Xiucai took the lead in killing 40 enemies and won the match with a record of 3 heads ahead of Pojun, adding another point to Saber.

At present, there are still thin people, Wang Yue, and Yang Ke who have not yet played. As long as they win another game, they will win the championship of this competition.

Both Wang Yue and Yang Ke have a chance to win the two games, and the flowers of victory are slowly falling on the saber.

Po Jun's pitch-black face could not find the slightest strange emotion, but his heart was experiencing the beating of huge waves.

Seven kills lost to Zhang Kuai 35 to 40, and he lost to Xiucai 37 to 40. On the surface, his loss was not as embarrassing as the seven kills, but he knew clearly in his heart that his loss was ten times more painful than the seven kills.

Fighting Xiucai, he seems to be in a huge maze, he will never find Xiucai, because Xiucai is the manipulator of the maze.

If the scholar wants him to live, he will live; if the scholar wants him to die, he will die.

He ended the game in a daze, not even knowing that he killed Xiucai 37 times. She knew in her heart that Xiucai was secretly letting go, but he couldn't find the slightest trace of Xiucai letting go.

The lion dominating the forest is not scary, but the venomous snake hidden in the grass, what is more frightening is that the venomous snake is dressed in a harmless disguise, so you can't see it clearly.

"Who is he?" Po Jun knew that his doubts could not be answered from the scholar's mouth, so he could only ask Jiang Zhishui with sideways glances.

Jiang Zhishui gave Po Jun a look of indifference, and said, "You don't complain if you lose."

Jiang Zhishui's light words made De Pojun feel as if he had been struck by lightning. He couldn't imagine who could make Jiang Zhishui, who regards the world's heroes as nothing, say such convincing words that you are not wronged.

Po Jun has been with Jiang Zhishui for more than half a year, and naturally knows Jiang Zhishui's temper. Jiang Zhishui didn't tell him the answer at the beginning, and he still couldn't get the answer even if he continued to ask.

This made Po Jun even more curious about the identity of the scholar. Who could make Jiang Zhishui unwilling to reveal his identity?

"Come on!" Xiucai, who had completed the second group of competitions, encouraged the skinny man who was about to compete.

"Yes." The thin man chuckled, without saying too much, but he told himself firmly in his heart that he must win the third group.

Saber has already scored two points. As long as he scores another point, Saber will directly win the championship trophy without having to play the next two games. He must not hold back Saber.

Binglan raised her eyes and glanced at the skinny man, with arrogance on her lips, she said coldly: "It's far away!"

"It's always better to know if it's close or not. If you make a judgment early, it will only make you laugh."

The biggest gain of the skinny person from traveling is that he got rid of his impulsive and irritable temper. A cruel society can always make people grow.

The third group, Thin Man vs. Binglan, Daofengzhai, killed 40 enemies, and started.

The two two-storey attics are located on a dark blue swamp, and the two rows of wooden boards are parallel in opposite directions.

The muddy swamp was bubbling, and under the transpiration, a layer of poisonous miasma rose up to the ankles.

Short white hair covered the top of his head, sharp eyes, a dark yellow leather vest, two bare arms that were terrifying and powerful, and a pattern of a wolf's head was painted on the broad arms, which was majestic yet majestic.

The thin man controlled the white wolf character, and rushed out of the hut with a gloomy military steel ax in his hand.

She has beautiful short black hair, white tender and crystal clear arms are exposed, and her exquisite and delicate body is wrapped in a sexy and hot black leather skirt.

Binglan controls the fox spirit character, holding a light gray slim and slender Nepalese, walking gracefully towards the thin man.

Wang Yue frowned. From the technical point of view, he didn't think the skinny man could beat Binglan.

Binglan's choppy steps of walking back and forth gave him endless headaches, and it took a lot of effort to break through.

Although the wooden board is relatively narrow, and some restrained and broken steps can only exert [-]% of its power at most, but in this way, it is estimated that it can still make the skinny man burnt out, not to mention that Binglan also has some other impressive skills.

In terms of technology, Wang Yue objectively believes that Binglan has a better chance of winning, and in terms of friendship, Wang Yue unreservedly supports the thin man.

Bing Lan used the broken steps, because of the limitation of the width of the plank, the broken steps displayed are a bit narrow and long.

The thin man analyzed it for a while, then chopped it off with an axe, but was easily dodged by Bing Lan. With the swing of his slender arm, the Niboer saber slashed on the thin man's head without any fanfare, and the bright white headshot emblem flashed on the screen.

Binglan stepped on the body of the thin man, rushed into the hut, and greeted the newly revived thin man. Without fighting, she just slapped the thin man's head lightly, and the thin man who had just ended the resurrection time was killed again.

Binglan didn't retreat, and stayed in the hut, which was wide enough to support her short steps.

The thin man was killed.

The thin man was killed.

……

The thin man was killed.

(End of this chapter)