Daoist, Zhenshanhe!

The assassin, in front of everyone, lifted Chi Wei's body from his body and gently placed it beside him.

The sea breeze blew over, and Chi Wei lay quietly on the deck without a trace of stains around her, as if she was just taking a nap in the afternoon breeze.

This is a game, right?

He seemed to smell the fishy and salty smell of the sea breeze, and also faintly smelled blood.

Until his blood volume was emptied by Gu Shubai, Li Xiaofeng's mind was a little blank.

The situation of the battle turned too fast, but he was very clear about those details, those details that he was powerless to change.

When Gu Shubai attacked him in the end, did he resist?

Should you resist?His physical instinct drove him to make many resistance movements, but it was useless, all of them were useless, and the futile resistance was just to convey to the audience the fact that they would not give up.

But the real truth is that it doesn't make sense to give up or not.

Li Xiaofeng's body fell heavily to the ground. All the Changyun fans on the field focused their attention on Mo Gan, the only surviving one. There was still a tiny bit of hope burning in their eyes. Mo Gan knew what they were thinking, although he liked to play. Yin, also frequently made strange moves, but at this time, he was really powerless.

Gu Shubai and Tang Tang were also looking at Mo Gan. Mo Gan shrugged his shoulders and said, "Come on, don't wait for me to surrender. In Changyun, there is no surrender."

Gu Shubai nodded: "I know."

The short sword stabbed out, and Gu Shubai completed the final kill.

Miraculously, the remaining blood turned from one against three to two against three, and finally won the game.

Gu Shubai completed a miraculous reversal.

Even when the glory of victory illuminates the team logo of Team Apocalypse, some people still can't believe the reality before them.

"The champion, is it?" Han Xing asked with a sob.