This Group of Players Are All Slimes

"You are the one who abstained for three consecutive games."

Because of three consecutive abstentions, the game had to be suspended, and then the committee got together to discuss countermeasures.

Except for the weak chicken man who was found by Allen for special training, the other two abstaining players were all hung from the ceiling.

"What to do next? If this continues, the scene is estimated to be similar to the national football game. I don't want to be blocked by a certain fan and shout'm, refund!'" The professor lay helplessly on the table, a plump honey Tao leaned against him, tore a thin layer of skin, and delivered the tender and juicy flesh to the professor's mouth.

"The match between the Iron Torrent and the secondary siege lion should be a bit interesting. Both players are mechanically streamed. It is estimated that they will be able to play a great Transformers battle against eva. However, both players are preparing, the fastest Tomorrow is coming." The super college-level fraudster looked at the list helplessly.

"How about the highest match between Longbow Gu Yue and Qing Mei?"

"I can play, but the level of excitement may be a bit close."

"Only 3l and the mysterious man are left. As for who this mysterious man is, he appeared inexplicably, and then inexplicably reached the top sixteen. Although we did not ban NPCs from participating in the competition, the appearance of this man is too suspicious. Has any of you beaten him?"

Faced with the professor's question, the players looked at each other and finally said: "No, he seems to fight against the npc every time. But the swordsman seems to have faced him against him."

"Who is the swordsman?"

"The strongest quasi-sword master of the Demon King Knights is the guy who pulls every day as if everyone owes him a hundred million. He was born in the family of a master of swordsmanship, and he is as sharp as a sword dancing player, but he is a player who scores 16 points. Time was lost in the hands of that guy, and then he went home for special training till now."

"It's getting more and more weird. But if you can kill out of a group of NPCs, you should have some strength. Let's arrange them for the next game. Anyway, just save some reputation."

So, under tremendous pressure, 3l was sent to the table tennis table.

3l, who was forcibly pulled back by the weak chicken man, was still depressed.

On the timeline seventy-five years later, upon learning that his master Lena was still alive, he wanted to fly over there to see what his master was doing right away, but a bunch of mundane things caught him.

After finally taking time out, he was fooled by the weak chicken man again, and now he has the heart to cut people.

Swinging the racket, he said to the mysterious man with a mask on the opposite side: "Hurry up. I want to win the championship sooner and go back."

The mysterious man on the opposite side wears a white-board mask, tall and slender, and his slender fingers do not show any signs of martial arts practice.

He didn't speak, just made a request.

So, 3l kicked off.

Although the attributes have been suppressed and the original constraints have been lost, 3l is still a quasi-swordmaster.

Being able to become a Juggernaut is already aware of his own weapons, even an ordinary table tennis racket can be transformed into a sword-like weapon in his hands.

Not to mention that he also turned on his own psychic weapons, and he also had the unique skill of turning swords into qi.

The ping-pong ball that he hits seemed ordinary, but it had already brought his sword spirit into the outside spin.

It is not so much table tennis, as it is his sword.

In the stands, the veteran swordsmen immediately noticed the unusualness of the ball, and couldn't help holding their breath, watching the scene carefully.

Pretty.

Perfect.

The method of attaching sword energy to foreign objects is a very clever way of using sword light. It's not that no sword master has thought about this before, but it will always fail because of the strong strength of the sword light itself.

However, the sword glow is turned into sword energy, and then the sword energy is attached to the outside of the object through the centrifugal force created by the rotation, then this can be well avoided, thus bringing unexpected changes in actual combat.

Subtle.

Fabulous.

"Genius handwriting, I want that slime." An old sword saint muttered to himself, "The opposite is done."

But to the surprise of all the swordsmen, the ball bounced back.

The sword energy attached to the ball was offset by the mysterious man in another way, and fed back in another way.

The combination of various sword auras on the table tennis became a swordsmanship, so that 3l suddenly saw a great swordsman attacking him, and his sluggish offensive made him feel as if he was fighting in the world.

In a daze, the ball flew past his face, and then fell to the ground normally.

Wiping the mucus on his face, an excited smile appeared on 3l's face.

"So, you are also a swordsman."

The mysterious man nodded.

"I'm sorry, I despised you before. I apologize for my rudeness. Then let me start officially. Quasi Swordmaster 3l, challenge you."

The mysterious man nodded, indicating that he had accepted the challenge of 3l.

Thus, the game officially began.

In the eyes of laymen, this is a well-matched table tennis match.

But in the eyes of swordsmen, this is a duel between sword saints that can last forever.

Every time you receive a serve is a move and a move, and every time you concede a goal, you are already dead.

The sword energy attached to the ping-pong table creates exquisite moves, sometimes the antelope hangs its horns, and sometimes it looks like a meteor.

Occasionally leaked sword energy will cause a nearby stand to turn into dust, and all the spectators have to retreat to a hundred meters away, so as to avoid the sword energy that may come over.

Although the priests of the unknown gods here have promised that the panacea is in place and the resurrection ritual is ready, if you die in an accident, you will be resurrected once for free and enjoy a half price discount next time.

But if you can live well, who wants to die?

The professor in the commentary booth can't understand what these two guys are fighting at all.

Although the scene looks very exciting, sometimes it's a big wave and sometimes a big one.

But this is not table tennis anymore!

Can you respect the rules!

However, looking at the mysterious man, the professor became more familiar with it, and a not-so-good speculation appeared. It would be better not to speak for him to make a wise decision.

Especially after seeing that 3l turned on the psychic weapons and directly turned on the sword god, the face of the day changed, and everything turned into a sword. The professor felt that if he went up and announced that the two fouled and sent off together, then he must be the first One is dead. U U Reading www.uukanshu.com

Is it bad to be alive?

Finding a pillow, he said to the rotten apple next to him: "Look carefully, let me know when it's over and when."

Before Rotten Apple responded, he fell asleep for a second.

When he was shaken by a rotten apple, it was already dark.

Rubbing his eyes, he yawned, and then asked, "Who won?"

"Mysterious man. But can you please take a look at your surroundings?"

"What's wrong with the environment, it's pretty good. Moon stars are scarce, and the fields are empty...Fuck!"

The professor finally realized where the problem was.

The arena is gone.

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