When the team battle started, almost everyone could not believe their eyes because they saw that Fang Yan, Morgana, Prince, and Han Bing did not retreat, but... went straight to meet!

"What do they want to do!?"

"Are they crazy?!"

I didn't retreat, but I actually... I took the group directly?!

"Squad Leader!" Lin Qi shouted loudly. The squad Leader Xu Juan controlled the ice archer. The ice bow was full of strings and countless ice arrows were like thousands of arrows firing at the same time. The power of the ice condensed. Although only a few shots the mantis at high speed moving, he still stopped moving!

The dragon hits!

Darkness confinement!

The red square of the dialect, the light of weapons and magic poured down like a storm, and on the other side, bullets and magic also blasted out like rain curtains!

Fighting on the smooth ice requires extra caution. Moving and dodging are not as flexible as before, which makes the entire battle even more tense. Almost everyone is like a tight string, and they dare not be careless about this battle that can almost lay the victory.

The two teleportation lights fell, and both sides arrived almost at the same time on the road, and the Void Prophet of the Nether Fire Team also floated up!

The magical energy dragged him into the air and flew against the ice, almost completely unaffected.

Before the sword saint in the dialect came on the field, the magic energy in the hand of the Void Prophet had already lit up.

The grip of the underworld!

"Who is he going to be bigger?!"

Everyone stared at the screen nervously.

It is impossible to be a sword saint, because the sword saint in the dialect has not yet appeared.

"It's Morgana!" The next moment, I immediately saw that Lin Qi's Morgana was suppressed by a terrifying magic energy. Not to mention using magic, I couldn't even move a finger!

This time, unlike last time, there was a flash time for Lin Qi to make a prediction.

If you take action directly, Morgana will die within two seconds.

At this time, everyone in the Nether Fire Team had already entered the field. It was originally a situation where the Nether Fire Team had the advantage, and with the number of people, the battle situation immediately showed a one-sided situation.

"Don't the Sword Saint dare to play?!"

"If you don't play, you will be wiped out!"

The Nether Fire Team, Chen Cong and others sneered.

"If you don't use the ultimate moves, you can still fight." The middle-aged tutor from Xiangnan University looked at the screen and said, "But he is at a disadvantage and has fewer big moves. It's better not to take this group."

"Young people nowadays..." Director Luo sneered, "It depends on a hot mind when fighting. If this is replaced by a real battlefield, I don't know how many times I have died."

What the "Alliance" trains is not only the close combat ability, but also the precise judgment of the battle situation!

"This is the only point... the command of this team is unqualified!"

Blindly confident and direct your own people to send them off. How can such commands go to the battlefield?!

But at this moment, they saw...

"The Sword Master is on the field!"

The wind flowed around the dialect like flowing water, dragging his body as if it was about to float.

Plateau bloodline (relying on the void to control the wind), open!

Xue Shuoshuo fell down and formed a thin snow blanket on the ground. Under the thin blanket, there was a smooth ice surface.

Just one step on the ice, but the inertia caused by the too fast speed immediately made Fang Yan slide forward!

The wind force makes the whole body lose balance instantly.

"Haha, it's slipping!"

A burst of laughter immediately came from the audience.

"Ah! This sword saint will definitely be tortured!" Xin Mengmeng saw this scene and felt proud, and immediately expanded like a balloon, almost floating up from her seat.

"Ha~" Under the straw hat, Wu Xiujie looked cold, as if he was looking at a dead person. The weapons in his hand were already flying like wind and slamming them hard towards Fang Yan's lower plate with a stick.

Almost everyone seemed to see the ending of the sword saint in the dialect who fell to eat a dog the next moment.

At the same time, magic and bullets all fell down at the place where the dialect was about to fall the next moment!

But at this moment...

No...disappeared?!

All attacks were lost!

When I captured Fang Yan's figure again, I saw Fang Yan's body was almost completely unbalanced and floated horizontally to the rear of the entire battlefield.

"Tsk! I thought he was doing?! It turned out that he was just letting himself fall a little farther away!" Xin Mengmeng snorted disdainfully, but the next moment, she saw a scene that almost made her delicate chin fall to the ground!

I saw the jade sword in Fang Yan's hand slightly lit up on the ice, and his whole body raised up again like snowflakes swept by the wind. In an instant, he avoided the puncture projectile of the female policewoman. In the blink of an eye, he had already arrived in front of the female policewoman!

"How is it possible——!" Xin Mengmeng felt a beast roaring in her heart.

Zhou Xiaoyu next to him was also stunned.

The few people from the Magic Light Team also looked at each other, with a look of surprise in their eyes.

Even the mentors watching the game showed a little shocked look.

As you can imagine, the audience on the scene was even more dumbfounded.

"Cut the back row?!" Everyone thought of these three words.

This scene almost made everyone feel like they were being poured hard on their heads by a basin of ice water, and suddenly shuddered.

Everyone knows that the Sword Saint must cut the back row, but who has seen anyone cut the back row through the front through the entire battlefield?!

But what they couldn't believe was that they succeeded!

"Jiang Bo! Protect AD!" At this time, Wu Xiujie was completely in a state of no mood to guess whether this sword saint could continue fighting on the ice. His face was as heavy as ice, "Kill the sword saint first!"

"You two of you in the bottom lane are stable!" The two of them in the bottom lane fought against one of the Sword Saints, and Lulu also had her ultimate moves and transformed into a sheep. Wu Xiujie didn't believe it at all and couldn't hold back a Sword Saint.

"Cover the dialect! Cover the dialect!" Lin Qi yelled, "Hold on! Concentrate the fire!"

"Become a sheep! Become a sheep!" In the audience, almost all the audience held their breath and stared at the screen. As long as they became a sheep, the sword saint would be ruined.

Sure enough, Lulu's staff swung, and a magic light immediately shot towards Fangyan's sword saint.

I saw Fangyan's sword saint's figure folded.

This light actually folded, like a maggot attached to the bone, like a shadow!

Magic locks, it is impossible to dodge at all.

But at this moment, Fang Yan instantly turned into a sword light.

Alpha Raid!

Lulu's spell lost her target on the spot and dissipated directly!

"Diandian! We can't hold it anymore!" Yang Yong's prince and Li Feng's sword girl almost tried their best to drag Wu Xiujie and the others to the other side. The sky collapsed and the earth cracked directly made the surrounding ice surface crack, and a huge ice wall was formed, which directly trapped several people in it.

Wild Grow (R)!

On the other hand, Lulu of the Nether Fire Team also has her ultimate move and a shield.

After waiting to kill two people, Fang Yan’s teammates, except for the remaining dead blood, almost all of them fell!

Under the straw hat, Wu Xiujie showed a cold smile on his face.

"You guys are over!"

Jump and slash!
Chapter completed!