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One thousand and eighty-fifth game, do not order

Just end this way.

It's a bit of a pity.

Lin Chentao's eyes moved to the organizing committee with Feng Yi's figure, and saw Feng Yi about to speak to the person in charge.

There was only a click.

The boy sitting in front of the computer held Qin Mo's wrist for the second time.

But this time, Bo Jiu did not have another hand to relieve the pressure on Qin Mo because that was not allowed by the competition system.

"Brother Mo, do you believe me?"

This is the boy's voice, with a unique low voice mixed in the light, which is transmitted to everyone's ears through the earphone cable.

"believe."

Two words are Qin Mo's answer. His deep eyes were placed on the boy's body, and he came back and landed on his wrist.

Bo Jiu pressed his hand and focused his eyes: "That's just like you said before, I will lead the rhythm of the Emperor Alliance. I will beat Zhao Sanpang and call him dad, don't worry."

Seeing the boy talking seriously, his silver hair was messy with headphones, Qin Mo suddenly relaxed the strength of his wrist: "Okay."

What's good!

Zhao Sanpang was angry. Who would call that bastard boy’s father?

He discovered Xiao Hei Yai, and it would be impossible not to beat him!

Look at him not chopping a half-corpse for a while!

Thinking of this, all the people in Xiangnan had rushed out.

Bo Jiu turned his head and blocked his silver hair, looking at Feng Yi's direction with a handsome face.

Feng Yi paused for a moment, and after seeing that he touched the line of sight, he suddenly smiled. He was telling him not to move?

However, the person in charge looked at Feng Yi and raised his eyebrows: "Is there anything wrong with the Emperor Alliance?"

"No." Feng Yi smiled appropriately. Even though the people from the organizing committee looked inexplicable, he just stood there and did not say the abandonment.

Everyone knows that the Emperor Alliance is at a disadvantage now.

It's because the economy can't keep up.

In addition, there is only one moat left on the middle road.

The pace of this game is really not that easy to lead.

What's more, the other party has Xiao Jing.

The man who never breathes a sigh of relief.

There is an iron conclusion in the game of Hero: the person who masters the jungle is the person who masters the entire game.

So Xiao Jing never gave up on the wild.

They did not give the Emperor Alliance a chance to suppress them under the tower and prevent them from coming out. This was already an advantage.

As the competition became more intense, a new wave of team battles gathered in the middle.

At this time, there were very few moats on both sides.

In addition to Xiao Jing, Luo Luo, Bo Jiu and Qin Mo.

Everyone has died twice.

If you die again, you will be judged to be out.

So this three-person team battle will inevitably start.

Everyone has excellent skills.

It's just that Xiangnan's attack speed is too strong.

Even if he stood under the moat, the Emperor Alliance did not dare to take it lightly, and the opponent still had a military line.

The audience held their hands nervously, always feeling that the Imperial Alliance would collapse in this round of team battle.

Sometimes my intuition comes so accurately.

Zhao Sanpang slashed in with one ultimate move, directly interrupting Xue Yaoyao's rain formation, and successfully cut off half of her blood.

With Zhao Sanpang's attack, the tank jumped up and squatted on Xue Yaoyao's body. Goddess Luo moved in one position, carried the sniper cannon, and shot Xue Yaoyao.

In the bloody air in the sky, the screen in front of Xue Yaoyao turned into a thick gray.

The Emperor Alliance is really going to lose.
Chapter completed!
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