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Chapter 138 100% win rate(2/2)

These four seconds of control time are enough to let the black bird kill him.

The Shadow Demon died, and the enemy mage flashed out, and the three remaining men of Deep Purple opened fire to the Highland Tower of the Central Scourge.

The audience felt their heartbeat, suppressing the cheers that were about to blurt out. It was not the time.

Tian Yiyi's voice gradually calmed down: "The enemy mage flashed again! There are times when strange martial arts are irrational."

The enemy mage's actions are absolutely irrational, and it can even be said to be a gift to someone.

He flashed over, and without slashing out, he was imprisoned by the little poisonous dog. After the imprisonment was lifted, the black bird's sheep knife cd happened to directly control the enemy mage.

The damage of the little poisonous dog deepened, the attack of the black bird, and the attack of the two illusions of the enemy mage made the enemy mage unable to hold on for even two seconds, and his soul returned to heaven.

No one can stop Deep Zi from tearing down this highland.

When Shen Zi demolished the high ground, she left.

Qiyi did not type gg, but Tian Yiyi still said two words: "Win!"

The deafening cheers can be heard clearly on the second floor.

This is Chen Suqing's first professional game. She smiled and asked loudly, "What is the winning rate now?"
Chapter completed!
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