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Chapter 163 Death is like the wind
He used the tissues handed by people to block his nostrils, but the beauty anchors couldn't help laughing out loud at that appearance.

"Humph!"

Xiao Mo snorted dissatisfiedly to express his indignation.

In fact, he was very shocked in his heart, and a hundred thousand whys echoed in his mind.

Why did he still dare to broadcast live?Aren't you afraid that the fans will see the game lost?Could it be that I am determined?
Why did he start a live broadcast when he was convinced of me?Is it because I want my fans to see me make a fool of myself?
Originally, everyone would forget about this kind of game after they played it by themselves. Even if a message spread, it could be explained that they lost because they were slightly out of shape. A foothold in the lol world?
If Wang Yang played Xiao Mo in a solo match with the Korean Feike, he would not think so. After all, Wang Yang is not a member of the LOL circle. After losing, he will definitely be said to have lost to an amateur player.

In fact, Wang Yang started the live broadcast because he respected his opponents. He had to go all out to challenge, and it was not so casual in qualifying.

After Xiao Mo went through the water spray incident, he was frightened by himself again, and the winning rate in his heart, which was originally six, became five.

So when someone asked about the winning percentage between him and Wang Yang, he raised his head and looked at people with a tissue and said, "I have a [-]-[-] split with Wang Yang."

Honest boy, speak out what's in your heart, if Wang Yang were him, he wouldn't dare to say that.

"During the live broadcast, if you hurt a drop of blood, I will lose."

Jie Lun didn't hear clearly and asked, "What did you say?"

"I said I'm going to play hard on this one."

"Well, you fight well."

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At the start of the game, people from both sides chose to buy one Dolan and one Red, and both sides carried the same talent runes. The difference may be the original plan of one side's Western Cowboys side.

As a skin dog, Wang Yang exploded with 0.01 times the usual energy when he saw that the skin on the other side was worth more than himself, but even so, it was substituted into the characters on the field.

This is also a magical state of playing games in the live broadcast state, which allows Wang Yang to perceive the feelings of the characters in the game. From the original King of Fighters to various stand-alone games, Wang Yang has experienced various scenes, especially with this Playing large-scale single-player games in this state is so cool, it's no less than going on an adventure, that's why Wang Yang has always loved games so much.

Back to the topic, when Wang Yang felt a breeze blowing over his hand, the scene suddenly changed. The Summoner Canyon in the dark was as bright as day under the strong light of the crystal. As the only person in the alliance who has experienced the profound meaning of the wind , Naturally, he knows the breath of the wind like the palm of his hand.

"Tread the wind!" Sitting in front of the computer, Wang Yang had a serious expression on his face, and coldly spit out a line that looked like a middle school in the eyes of others.

"Ahhhhh! Wang Yang is so cute, I like it so much!!" Timo clenched his hands and roared excitedly. As her friend, Er Ke couldn't stand it anymore, with a look of disgust on his face Leaving this IQ hardest hit area.

The expression on Wang Yang's face is also the expression of Yasuo in the game. Yasuo knows that he has met his old enemy in his life, and the wind blowing from the opposite side tells him that the opposite party is also a person who knows the wind well.

Wind Control.

"Could it be the one who killed the elder?"

In the urging of time, the soldiers of both sides appeared on the field at the same time, and the shared vision allowed Wang Yang to see the opposite person.

"So Enna, Masaka!" (How could this happen. Impossible)

The whole body of the person on the opposite side was wrapped in steel, but the posture and pace of lying on the knife were clearly him.

A gust of cold wind whistled across Wang Yang's face, stabbing Yasuo like a bayonet.

Is this still the wind that I regard as my friend?It turned out that the wind in my opponent's eyes was like this before.

This is the wind from the opposite side. This wind took away [-] points of Wang Yang's blood and woke him up.

"Fuck, the characters in the game will still be shocked!!"

Zhou Jielun suspected that there was something wrong with his ears, why did he seem to be hallucinating: "What did you just say?"

"I said that Xiao Mo's position shocked me."

Zhou Jielun suddenly realized: "After I go home at night, I will have an ear massage. Wearing headphones all day really hurts my ears."

After Wang Yang manipulated the knife several times by himself, Breeze brought Wang Yang to Yasuo again.

My glory, it's been a long time since I left. In the game, Yasuo sighed his fate in disappointment, and then used a precise chopping flash to take away the blood of a soldier on the opposite side.

Wang Yang felt the smell of blood in his breath. This is not a game, but a battlefield. Seven or eight melee fighters or long-range mages are fighting inhumanely. It ended with the death of the heroes on both sides.

Winning a war never relies on brute force, but on wisdom and means. People on both sides did not care about the casualties of the soldiers in front, and carefully hid behind the soldiers to make up every knife. When they saw a little chance, both sides They will try their best to rush forward, just to cut off a little bit of blood from the opponent's hero.

Yasuo has lived with his own sword for decades, and he is already familiar with the attack distance, not to mention that the opponent is also using his own wind control technique, the same posture and the same attack distance, although Yasuo is puzzled, But he still easily dodged every attack from the opponent, and launched a wave of counterattacks against him, seeing that the blood volume of the opponent had dropped below half.

Yasuo used a step forward to slash back to the back of his minion. The iron man on the opposite side who also used this wind control skill clumsily lost part of his blood volume by himself without injury. With contempt in his eyes, he played to the enemy hero A requiem: "The road to perdition is shorter than you can imagine."

Xiao Mo's face turned red with anger, and he blew off the two tissues in his nostrils with a snort.

"I'm so pissed off, Wang Yang, Yasuo is too slippery and flexible, every time my Q is only a little bit short, and my E is only a little bit short, ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah he's still blowing the flute, actually he's still blowing the flute. "

The people behind Xiao Mo also praised: "Wang Yang's Yasuo is really slippery."

"It's still mocking!"

"so amazing."

The people in the live broadcast room didn't understand what was going on. Anyway, they saw Wang Yang suddenly started the live broadcast, and they didn't know who was on the other side.

"Who is this rookie? Life and death with Wang Yang?"

"It's not the food on the other side, it's Wang Yang who is too powerful. Didn't you see that Wang Yang calculated the distance so that the other side couldn't attack?"

"The opposite is Xiao Mo. I watched him broadcast live a few days ago."

"Xiao Mo got on the king a few days ago, but he can't even touch Wang Yang's body?"

"You can't say that. Wang Yang was blown by the wind at the beginning."

"That's Wang Yang standing still, okay?"

(End of this chapter)