The Female Lord Of Resentment, And The Eighteen-Winged Six Seraphs

Often, the player who lights out first will attract extra attention.

Everyone will also focus on the lord who has fallen into a box.

But...at this moment.

Compared with the mysterious lord who was extinguished by the spotlight, others are more concerned about who killed the 'scoundrel - Zhou Lang'!

Level 30 hero ranking match.

Zhou Lang is almost invincible in single combat. Even if he occasionally overturns, he will be killed by the "malicious team" of other heroes.

This kind of thing may happen to other people.

But for Zhou Lang.

It is indeed unprecedented!

"How can it be?"

The mysterious man's black eyes hidden in his cloak flashed brightly, scanning the facial expressions of all the lords present.

He is searching.

Use subtle expressions, pulse, and breathing to see whose points have changed!

However...

After searching for several times, I found nothing!

"Haha, that's interesting..."

The mysterious man adjusted his clothes, smiled faintly, and chose to exit this space.

No opponent can be found here.

Only after reviving Zhou Lang can you ask for the detailed process!

Things develop beyond expectations.

Not being able to win the championship is second, but now he is more concerned about who the hero who killed Zhou Lang... is!

"Damn it, who the hell is so fierce and can kill Zhou Lang instantly? Am I dreaming?"

"Zhou Lang's four dimensions should have reached the limit of level 30! Even a hero of the same level with mythical potential can win with a weird skill!"

"Damn it, there's another perverted hero this time. I can't get the first crown reward..."

"Who's points have been increased? Mine haven't been increased...Old man, can you hold out your little hand and let me take a look?"

"roll....."

The surrounding lords whispered.

Su Qingxue had no intention of getting involved. She just wanted to go back and revive Shen Xuan as soon as the light above her head went out.

As for looking at the palms of your hands.

She didn't even think about it!

She has heard some of the 'legend' of Zhou Lang.

A hero of this level.

It is not comparable to the hell-level Nether Light Secret Realm BOSS. The attribute value alone is twice as bad, not to mention the countless skills of those who are ahead of it.

Those are all things that rely on time accumulation and slowly mastering to perfection.

"Haha, Zhou Lang is gone! I guess he was unfortunately attacked by all the heroes when he landed. There is no point in discussing who killed him now."

A fat middle-aged man smiled and said: "No one can stop the development of my undead hero in the later stage. Hehe, I will accept the reward for ranking champion this time!"

"Hmph, I, the Ice Snow Spirit, have just restrained you! Student Zhao, don't be careless!" Another woman wearing a floral dress retorted: "Let's see who can laugh last."

The hall environment fell into silence again.

The other lords looked at each other with a hint of bitterness.

In ranked matches, a hero's death is not just as simple as consuming resources to resurrect, the level is -5....

For them,

It will take at least two or three months for the hero to get his level back.

Time is the biggest loss!

If you can't enter the reward circle in qualifying, you will lose even your pants.

"Smelly Shen Xuan, where did you go to get caught?"

As time passed, more and more lords had their spotlights turned off.

Su Qingxue was very anxious and couldn't help but glance at the scoreboard in her palm.

Every second of delay is a second of resurrection time wasted.

but....

When she saw the numbers on the scoreboard, she couldn't help but open her mouth!

Points: 20!

"what's the situation...."

Su Qingxue wiped her eyes repeatedly to confirm that she had seen correctly, and was stunned in her seat for a while.

1 point is equal to one head...

20 points....

She looked around stiffly.

Only thirty lights were extinguished before and after.

meaning is...

Most of them were killed by Shen Xuan himself!

"How can it be!"

"He only summoned Heaven for five days!"

"Even if you have a mythical bloodline, if you want to have more than 100 attribute points, you must be at least level 25 or above!"

Suddenly.

Su Qingxue recalled the joking chat between Shen Xuan and her...

——

"What level are you at..."

"me..."

"Lord, I am now level 19."

——

If I remember correctly, it was the eve of the trial...the third day!

Suddenly.

Su Qingxue's breathing became rapid.

"Could it be that stinky Shen Xuan didn't lie to me at that time? If you think about it this way, it's possible that his attributes are really over 100 now!"

"It's over, it's over..."

"Axuan and I are going to be missed by the dark lord..."

Think of the possible consequences.

Su Qingxue couldn't help feeling dizzy, and she could only pray silently in her heart, Shen Xuan should keep a low profile on the battlefield, and it would be best to die after entering the reward circle!

In the hall.

Suddenly there was a strange atmosphere.

Many lords looked around and secretly checked the points in their hands.

His brows were as wrinkled as the bark of an old tree.

"Something's wrong... Why did my hero only kill one of my heroes when less than half of them died?" The slightly fat man was puzzled.

Follow the usual rhythm.

His Necromancer has now begun to snowball, using the corpses of other heroes to hunt down all over the place!

Not just middle-aged men.

Others were in the same mood as him, very weird.

I didn't fully understand what happened on the battlefield.

"Hmph, there must have been a large-scale melee, and no one got high points."

The woman in the long skirt said: "That's fine. My ice snow spirit will not confront your army of undead head-on. In terms of duel! Apart from Zhou Lang, I am really not afraid of anyone here!"

“Whoever wins, let’s see the result!”

Not to be outdone, the fat man responded with words.

As long as his Necromancer seizes the opportunity, it can still snowball!

After the deaths of the few heroes just now, the speed of light destruction has become faster and faster visible to the naked eye!

That is due to the changing rhythm caused by the continuous shrinking of the battlefield area.

Half an hour passed.

There are only a dozen or so spotlights left.

The fat man raised the scoreboard in his hand again, with a smile on his face.

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