Whether it is a technical crush or a consciousness crush, no one can clarify the rationality of these two points at the first time.

Just as he looked at the person who was about to turn over from the ground and was then slapped heavily on his face by Jun Moxiao, every audience who was looking forward to He An being able to reverse the situation in one go and three times felt a little cold.

Bang bang bang bang!

Jun Moxiao stepped on the face of someone else's face, pressed the barrel of the gun in his hand against the other party's forehead, and without saying a word, he banged several more shots.

Stepping on the cum...

The prologue of opening the door of He An who never recovered half a minute ago. Now, is it going to replicate the previous script again?

The audience is obviously a little worried about being overdoing. Honor is not a stand-alone game where you can defeat your opponent by a simple loop. Repeat the same trick to catch the enemy. It may be okay to put it in the PVE occasion, but in the PVP field, your opponent is a thoughtful, conscious, and living human, rather than a program written by Lengbingbing on code.

It’s hard to gain wisdom after one’s mistake! He An just suffered such a loss not long ago. This time he got up because of his professional qualities, and it’s hard for him to not notice it.

Fight!

He An gritted his teeth. Obviously, he also realized that simply rolling and hiding when facing Ye Qiu had no meaning except exposing his back to the other party. When he turned over again, He An had already looked at Jun Moxiao's position early on. The sword in the rolling and picked out the situation. A not-so-surging split wave slash turned towards Jun Moxiao.

The low-level skill of the Magic Swordsman, the wave-breaking sword, is a grabbing skill that relies on the wave of sword intent controlled by the Magic Swordsman to block the opponent's actions. It can be used properly to break the domineering effect.

He An didn't expect such a simple blow to hit Jun Moxiao casually. He just wanted to temporarily interrupt the opponent's attack rhythm and give himself a chance to adjust and readjust.

The sword light raised high, and the sharp edge swept away, but unexpectedly broke into the air. He even rolled and squatted on the ground, but...what about the opponent?

Before He An could react, he suddenly heard a rushing sound of wind breaking above his head. He subconsciously looked up and saw a silver metal sole on his face.

Papa! Papa! Papa! Papa!

Three muffled sounds, six consecutive feet, boxing mage skill eagle pedal!

The simple and unpretentious continuous stomping just hit the face of the person who looked up at the sky. After the eagle stepped on, Jun Moxiao slid to one side to pull a distance away, leaving the person who was looking up at the sky at an angle of 45° was also messy in the wind.

The Wuji team members who witnessed this scene throughout the whole process were speechless. Everyone's eyes turned from praise at the beginning to unconcealed worries and nervousness.

It's bad, there's a big problem with your mentality!

The sound made by Jun Moxiao when he used the eagle to step on his stance revealed his intention to attack. As the backhand, he would either block immediately or roll and open the distance at this time to ensure that he would not be hit by the next attack and look for opportunities.

But He An's choice at this time was to subconsciously look up with the source of the voice? This is a human instinctive reaction, but in the professional arena, it can only explain one problem, the player made a very serious mistake.

Whether defending or avoiding, you must respond as effectively as possible as possible. As a result, He An actually operated a 45° angle-looking heavenly punishment station, and his mind was obviously gone.

The problem of mentality is reflected in operation, which is visible to the naked eye and at a loss.

Lost...

Seeing He An's performance, Wu Chen had no hope of defeating Ye Qiu. He looked at his teammates who were dying, smiled bitterly and shook his head.

He did not intend to blame He An, because the latter had already performed very well after winning two games in a row. When facing Ye Qiu, he could only say that his skills were inferior to others.

It's time to prepare for the next team match, although it may not make any sense...

With the final conclusion of the sword drawn, Jun Moxiao successfully defeated Ren Quye. Xingxin successfully won the team formation competition.

After two rounds of battles, Wuji, who was born in a professional team, was shaved and naked. In the eyes of the majority of face-slapping parties and fans of Wuji team, this result is completely unacceptable!

5:0.

There are six games in total, all of which are in vain. In the next team match, unless the Wuji team destroys Xingxin and his side does not die, they can only pull this game to a draw to fight for the last illusory opportunity.

If the next team match cannot be won, the situation of Wuji team will become extremely difficult. Xingxin can finish the game by just 1 point with the home advantage in the second round. Wuji will be eliminated from this challenge.

"Fuck, what's the matter!!"

"I'm still a professional team, what a bunch of trash! 5:0, I can do it too!"

"Haha, you can do it, you're losing anyway!"

Faced with such a one-sided result, the onlookers who were hoping that Xingxin would be slapped in the face were completely unable to sit still. Many people had already been angry and vented all of them at the Wuji team. A small number of rational audiences did not make any excessive remarks. All they could do was to exit the room with laughter and cry, and not to witness the already destined result with their own eyes.

Looking at the bad speeches in the viewing channel, the true fans of Wuji Team wanted to defend the team for a few words, but not to mention that there was no advantage in terms of number of people, the message sent was quickly overwhelmed by the tide of insults. And the result was such a tragic result, which made no matter how sincere the speech seemed so pale and powerless.

They could only sigh and silently pray that the support team could seize the last chance they had left them.

In addition to the audience with different minds, another group of people were sitting in front of the computer, rubbing their eyes in disbelief as they looked at the eye-catching numbers on the scoreboard.

Jiashi Club, conference room.

Just after the Jiashi competition, Jiashi boss Tao Xuan and manager Cui Li gave blessings to the Jiashi contestants, rushed to watch Xingxin's jokes and immediately turned the roles used to watch the game to Xingxin and Wuji's room.

They didn't deny that Xingxin, who had Chu Xingmo and Ye Qiu, had a certain combat power. However, in the second round of the challenge, they actually drew professional teams and could only lament that their luck was too careless.

No matter what, they only have two people, and it is too trivial to face the fully equipped former professional team.

Tao Xuan and Cui Li thought so. As a result, when they entered the room, they saw the score above. The smiles on the two of them froze at that time. Cui Li subconsciously took off his glasses and sighed. He wiped them with the corner of his clothes and put them on again.

On the scoring board, the two strings of bright red numbers were so eye-catching and clear that Tao Xuan and the others couldn't help but wonder if the system had reversed the names of the participating teams. Otherwise, Xingxin would have faced Wuji, how could this be the result?

“5 to 0???!!!”
Chapter completed!