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"Nine degrees below zero is already powerless... Even if the little hands are cold and you don't do anything, God's Blessing Light can consume him to death, and the reduced damage can't even compare to the speed of God's Blessing Light's blood consumption..." Pan Lin said regretfully, "Not to mention the light of the Holy Ring."

"Looking at the current situation, it might be a mistake for Qin Muyun to choose to get close." Li Yibo sighed: "However, there is nothing you can do if you don't get close. There are too many bunkers in the maze, and the only one who can reach the opponent is Barley. The special sniper has too many restrictions under this terrain, and the long-distance consumption of the opponent is just frequent use of various low-level healing techniques with extremely fast cooling or no need to sing to consume Qin Muyun to death."

"Plus the opponent's superb judgment...because the referee team has already checked the equipment of both sides in the background just now when the holy word healed by the partition wall just now...Oh? The referee indicated that there is no problem with the detection of both equipment in the background!" Pan Lin looked at After glancing at the referee's signal, he said hastily.

There is nothing wrong with talking about hacking, but what An Wenyi opened is a math hack called Luo Ji...

"If it wasn't for Meng, the growth rate of the little cold hands would be too scary." Li Yibo sighed, and if he continues to hone like this, I am afraid that the name of the God of Healing in the next season will fall on this kid. Bar?

In the end, after the cooling of the Holy Word Healing improved, the small cold hands were put on the body of Minus Nine Degrees decisively.

The blood volume of -9 degrees below zero was instantly cleared, and he became the first sharpshooter in the history of Glory to die at the hands of a priest in a group arena.

Qin Muyun didn't feel anything other than being aggrieved and uncomfortable. The other party's ability to see through everything seemed too exaggerated, right?

Is it really off?

Qin Muyun returned to the preparation bench, opened his mouth, and said nothing, his face was so dull, he simply lowered his head, fearing that he would be scolded to death by the Korean team after the game...

Han Wenqing didn't say anything, he patted Qin Muyun on the shoulder, and walked towards the competition seats.

Qin Muyun raised his head in surprise and looked at Han Wenqing's back. The captain is... completely disappointed in himself?

"Don't think too much." Zhang Xinjie shook his head: "After this battle, change all the habits that are too obvious. The other party obviously has a deep understanding of your research."

"Yes, Deputy Zhang!" Qin Muyun nodded repeatedly.

"Team Tyranny dispatched their captain, Han Wenqing! But, Han Wenqing's words... seem to be restrained by Xiaoshou Bingliang too? Let's not mention the air dominance of long and short hands and Xiaoshou Bingliang, but the self-explosion developed by Bai Mo If you switch it on, Damo Guyan won't be able to escape..." Pan Lin scratched his head, "Could it be that this round will end in a draw that hasn't happened in a group arena for many years?"

"This..." Li Yibo was also taken aback for a moment, and opened his mouth, but he didn't say anything.

Could it be that the people of Xingxin had calculated that Han Wenqing would play in the group arena? It shouldn't be!

"Brother Ye, is this also in your plan?" Bai Mo turned his head to look in surprise, Fang Rui, Wei Chen and Zhang Jiale also looked confused.

"...I don't even know." Ye Xiu was also a little at a loss.

In the last game against Samsara, Han Wenqing was indeed the general guard in the group arena, but in the follow-up team competition, Old Han inevitably showed signs of fatigue.

According to calculations and the information disclosed by Zhang Xinjie at the press conference, no matter what, Han Wenqing will not be arranged to play in this round...

Could it be that they want to give up the points of this game?

Old Han's temper, is it possible?

Forget it... Anyway, this round is an excellent match for Xingxin.

An Wenyi was stunned when he saw Da Mo Guyan entering the arena. Although he was very nervous facing a long-established master like Han Wenqing, but...

But shit! Now An Wenyi couldn't help the trembling of his legs again, it was Desert Dust!

One of the three gods of the early professional league, and now the master of the five titles of the league! Moreover, he has been fighting in the professional league for ten years, Tyranny has existed as before! Which newcomer is not nervous? !

Hmm...except for the little white brother Tang Rou and sister Baozi...and that Yang Xixi, forget it, there seems to be quite a few, but this doesn't include myself!

No, no, don't be nervous, An Wenyi, you have self-explosive switches and side effects of drugs, and you have angel wings, you can refresh yourself before the start, and you are still in full power now, don't worry...

An Wenyi took a deep breath, and started the last group arena match before the referee urged him.

At the beginning... should I refresh myself first or save it and throw it to Desert Guyan?

Forget it, first take off with Angel Wings to see the opponent's position before making any plans!

The angel's wings spread out again behind the cold hands, and just as he flew over the maze wall, he saw a person rushing from a distance. Who else could there be besides Han Wenqing's Desert Dust?

"As expected of the King of Fighters, Desert Dust! Attack directly at the beginning! Is this trying to interrupt the opponent before he takes off? It's a bit difficult to reach Little Cold Hands accurately at this distance!" Pan Lin said: "Can he do it?"

Li Yibo was unusually calm: "I can, because he is Han Wenqing."

Because he is Han Wenqing.

Although it was just a simple sentence, it instantly made the blood of Tyranny's audience boil, and they kept cheering for their captain. Although it was an away game, they abruptly played the home game!

Desert Guyan naturally couldn't hear the audience's shouts, but his aura was still unprecedented. He charged forward, jumped to the next wall, charged again, and jumped again, like a colorful tiger facing towards the wall. He rushed up to the prey in front of him!

Last leap, forward!

A phantom of a fierce tiger suddenly appeared behind Da Mo Guyan, and instantly caught up with the cold little hands in the air!

Sixty-level skill of boxing masters, crouching tigers soaring!

"It's broken, Fuhu Tengxiang has the follow-up passive of stepping over!" Old Wei said nervously.

Just as he said, the cold little hand in the sky was directly knocked over by this foot, and fell towards the ground.

"Old Han was too decisive. He climbed to the maze wall without any hesitation at the beginning, and he didn't hesitate to attack after seeing the little cold hands showing up. If he hesitated a little, the little cold hands would be able to successfully lift off..." Fang Rui said a little He sighed regretfully.

"The continuous jump just now was also perfect... Is it worthy of being the King of Fighters?" Bai Mo scratched his head.

Ye Xiu watched the match without saying a word. After Fu Hu soared successfully, Han Wenqing landed with a high flying kick without any hesitation. The knock-up effect!

Inch! Another seventy-five-level skill was used suddenly, and he didn't want to give Xiaoshou Bingliang any chance at all!

Flames burned above Lie Yan Hong Fist, and Da Mo Gu Yan's attack speed increased again!

【Lightning Speed ​​Fist】!