No props!

However, Wu Feng's figure became even more erratic.

Even if you find Wu Feng's general location, you can only find his shadow!

Fang Chenqiu's aoe skills covered from a high altitude almost wiped his scalp and was avoided by him.

Tang Yiyao looked at Wu Feng's performance after his invisibility and frowned a little: "This... Wu Feng did not take off the air to fight. He... seemed to be deliberately avoiding any opportunity to fight with Fang Chenqiu. His tactics were a bit... negative?"

Yang Yuchen immediately turned around and looked at Chen Bin.

And Chen Bin has already yawned the second time.

This guy...

It should have long seen what Wu Feng wants to do?

No wonder he said at the beginning that Wu Feng's playing style was very vulgar.

"Wu Feng wants to wait until Fang Chenqiu walks in the sky and then fight back? But... can he really hold on for more than twenty seconds under Fang Chenqiu's air suppression?" Yang Yuchen looked at Wu Feng hidden in various positions on the map, and said in confusion.

"He has been holding on for sixteen seconds, and at present, there is still a drop of blood." Chen Bin smiled and pointed at the ring time, reminding him.

"Well……"

"And, he doesn't have to persevere until Fang Chenqiu walks in the sky, but until the end of the one-minute game!" Chen Bin added.

The audience was in an uproar.

Everyone immediately understood...

Because the exhibition match is different from the official match, it only has one minute!

An experienced player doesn’t care about what field he appears on, but how many favorable conditions he can use...

Wu Feng even took advantage of the one-minute time limit!

Maybe Wu Feng would avoid Fang Chenqiu for a longer time, and he could not do it, but he could still do it if he only left a shadow for Fang Chenqiu to grab and play with it.

Otherwise, his name as a shadow demon would be too unworthy!

After one minute, both sides will be judged to be tied. Wu Feng, who is full of blood, will continue to stay on the field and face the second player of the God-killing Team in a full state, and Fang Chenqiu will automatically leave the field!

It’s not Yang Yuchen and the others who didn’t expect it…

Instead, the one-minute game is quite special. They didn’t expect Wu Feng to play like this for a while. On the other hand, it seems that there has never been such a player in the Sword War professional circle!!

"Uh, the first game just now played so wonderfully..." Tang Yiyao couldn't believe how different the styles of the twelve ancestor witches were.

"Excellent does not mean victory," Chen Bin already yawned the third time, "Same time, victory may not necessarily come with great success!"

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