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The sword light fell, covering Gu Yin's figure.

The sword light dissipated, but Gu Yinde’s figure disappeared.

Liu Mu swept away Gu Yin with a sword. Before the circle of text bubbles could be refreshed, a sword light rose again, lifting up a magic swordsman in the distance, and then passed by a gunner. The last sword lifted up the priest in the last row.

Professional players in professional competitions all know the importance of priests, and Huang Shaotian, an opportunist, will not miss this point.

After killing the opponent's tactical core first, immediately switch in to heal, first leaving the opponent without tactical support, then without backup, and the remaining task is just to harvest the battlefield.

As expected, once the priest started to move, the entire team fell into chaos.

To be precise, after losing the tactical core and the priest, the team fell into chaos.

A few graceful sword lights flashed by, and the battlefield was harvested with the occasional rain of bullets from afar. If no one stood up to fill the gap in the tactical core, then this group of people would be just fish on the chopping board, fish to be slaughtered at will.

"The magic swordsman will be on the left wing, and the rest of the people will fill the vacancies on the right wing. Distribute the MTs evenly so there won't be any defensive gaps." A male voice sounded in the forest of Sorachi, followed by the sounds of countless skills blooming among the crowd.

"Yo, people are coming." Green as Blue in the game glanced back and found that there were many new characters rushing into the crowd in the distance. It was obviously not a team formed by Samsara's own family, but there were traces of being pieced together from other guilds.

"Kill the sharpshooter first." The team leader was a magic swordsman. As soon as he entered the crowd, he began to look at the battle situation and soon noticed Green Like Blue, who had the highest output.

"Damn it, do you guys have a grudge against sharpshooter players? Don't all Samsara players like sharpshooters the most?" This was the countless time that Su Lan had been treated as a soft persimmon.

The leader of the magic swordsman "Duozhu" was not affected by Su Lan's words at all. Without waiting for his teammates to come over, he rushed forward with his sword.

The tight armor on his body reflected the blue light from the sword's edge.

A white light illuminated the black armor, reflecting a cluster of ice breaking away from the sword's edge.

"Have I bumped into your ancestral grave?" Su Lan saw that the other party had bad intentions, and he almost couldn't react when his hand twitched. Fortunately, he flipped his right hand outward with force, allowing Lu Rulan to dodge the air wave created by the Ice Wave Sword skill.

Ice crystals spread across the ground, almost hitting Inch Gray in the distance.

Fortunately, the Ghost Swordsman's Ghost Step reacted and dodged instantly, otherwise Yi Cun Hui would have been given the title of giving away honorary first blood.

"So much nonsense." Perhaps it is the tradition of reincarnation, words spoken when drinking alone can be said to be particularly simple.

The long sword fluttered, and the places where the sword passed were full of scars.

Broken Wind Wave Sword.

The sword is very fast. After all, the Shattering Wind Wave Sword is the fastest move among all the skills of the Magic Swordsman. It is so fast that even Liu Xiaobie, who has the fastest hands, cannot say that he has an 80% chance of dodging it.

Liu Xiaobie couldn't dodge the skill, so Su Lan wasn't sure he could dodge it either.

But he doesn't have to hide.

The sword is fast, but there is always one that is faster.

"Let's see which is faster, your sword or my bullet."

This sentence was spoken very quickly, like a bullet shot out of the barrel and pierced Duzhuo directly, bringing out a trace of blood and interrupting his skills. The sword blade that was spinning rapidly in the air just turned against him.

The sword slanted down, and the long green and blue legs flew up.

He hit the target and drank alone, then turned over a somersault.

Duzhuo drew a semicircle in the air, and bright red sword energy splashed out, but the green Rulan in the air pushed Duzhuo hard and flipped him backwards. A rope smoothly hooked onto the branches of a tree in the distance.

Stand up, turn over, hook your hands and lift your legs...

The smooth operation almost brushes the edge of the skill.

At the same time, a flower bloomed on the back of Duzhuo's head.

It is not just a dodging skill, but also a perfect flying sniper.

The rope was quickly loosened, and the sharpshooter's slender figure stepped naturally on the grass. From the moment he dodged Suifeng's sword at the very beginning, the whole process was smooth, as fast as the wind and as light as an arrow.

"Senior, let me help you." Yi Cun Hui, a subordinate of Qiao Yifan, ran over here waving a sword and swung out the frosty ice crystal almost at the same time as Du Zhuo.

Two ice flowers collided, and the broken frost flew like snow.

A knife cut open a gap and hit the opponent first.

That's a knife.

The one holding the knife was Yi Cun Hui.

The ghost claws rise up, and the drink follows.

The bullets came in strings, bringing up strings of blood.

The muffled sound was like a pencil piercing into a heavy water bag. One after another, the sound of bullets, accompanied by pieces of blood, spread out a horrifying scene.

"They've learned their lesson. There are no weak points in their defense anymore." Huang Shaotian fought for a long time but couldn't find the opponent's weakness. The same was true for Ye Xiu.

"Pulse bomb interference." Duzhuo remained calm. This Glory is meant to be played with a smile, right?

The surviving gunners raised their heavy artillery and inadvertently pressed a button on the bottom of the artillery. The energy storage mark on the end of the artillery gradually changed from the initial red to yellow, and finally stopped at blue.

The pulse bomb exploded like a gust of air, creating brilliant waves at the same moment it flew out of the barrel, blooming one by one among the crowd.

Qiao Yifan struggled for a while, but in the end he couldn't escape the fate of being blown into the sky.

So does the rest.

Only Su Lan and the other two continued to shuttle back and forth between each air wave.

Unexpectedly, under the cover of the air wave, death reached out to them.

Autumn blooms under the impact of the wind waves.

The bullets were like autumn rain knocking on the window, ticking on everyone's face, and the flying autumn leaves and ammunition were like fallen leaves and fruits in autumn.

The blood from the explosion dyed the sharpshooter's fair face red.

"Kill one you see. The one who survives to the end is the strong one." The sharpshooter doesn't have any violent skills, but his eyes are as crazy as if he were bloodthirsty, and the muzzle of the gun is still spraying bullets.

"Whoever kills the least, remember to give out red envelopes!" Su Lan is completely different from the sharpshooter in the game, but it is indeed his characters who are killing people.

“Damn it, damn it, you’re so despicable for not telling me earlier!” Huang Shaotian quickly followed, sweeping across with a sword light, opening up a path.

"Remember to give out red envelopes if you kill fewer people." Ye Xiu estimated that he could earn some money for cigarettes, and said with a smile while instructing Jun Moxiao in the game to rush forward waving a white umbrella.

The light and shadow of the skill engulfed everyone, and soon Duzhuo had a spectacular exit.

"Why do you choose such depressing names?" Su Lan looked at the red words marked in the system diary after Duzhuo was killed by him, and the blood-red Gu Yin.

Duzhuo wanted to cry, and Guyin, who came to watch the game under a pseudonym, also wanted to cry.

Maybe it was really because of the name, they were wiped out.

Su Lan and his men did not fight their way out, they cleared billions of paths.

Looking at their departing backs, I felt lonely while drinking alone.

"President, what should we do?" asked a player after his death.

"If you are patient for a moment, everything will be fine. If you take a step back, the sky will be wide open, isn't it?" Gu Yin held his forehead and looked up at the sky.

"so……"

"Let Chen Yehui go after him by himself. It's time for a showdown in our reincarnation cycle."