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Chapter seven hundred and fifty second strange warrior

As soon as Longcheng Feijiang finished speaking, a player stood up behind Longcheng Feijiang. . The fastest update

This player is about 35 or 36 years old, with a small flat head, very capable, and his strong muscles squirmed slightly with his steps. You can tell at a glance that it is real material, not made with game special effects.

Not to mention anything else, just like this one, you can kill all the young guys in seconds if you put it in the game of thousands of otakus.

"Come on!" The middle-aged man was also straightforward in his work, without any unnecessary nonsense, and directly sent an application for discussion to Wang Yu.

Wang Yu stood up and clasped his fists politely and said, "Iron Niu, I have never given any advice."

"Lying drunk on the battlefield!" The middle-aged man spoke and showed off his weapons.

Seeing the middle-aged man's weapons, Wang Yu was suddenly shocked...

This is a two-foot-long one-handed short sword. It is better to say it is a thorn. The entire sword body is like a triangle file, with blood troughs on three sides. If it is inserted, it will definitely cause a bleeding effect.

Just when Wang Yu was stunned, Zui Lie's body shook and disappeared into the air.

Only then did Wang Yu realize that this guy was not a warrior, but an assassin...

After sneaking, Zuiye was stunned when he saw Wang Yu still there. Without any hesitation or mercifulness, he drove away to the side of Wang Yu, and thrust his hand and inserted it to the right side of Wang Yu's neck.

He is worthy of being a soldier, and his technique is much more professional than ordinary people. If he were an ordinary person, the back prick would definitely be the waist, after all, there would be a back bonus.

The target of Zuiwou's battlefield insertion was Wang Yu's neck artery... This is a human's vital point. If you take a knife, you will definitely not be able to make the world come true. Although all attributes in the game are concrete, Zuiwou's battlefield may not be able to kill instantly, but with the weapon specially used for bloodletting in Ya's hand, the output is absolutely strong and terrible...

"Hmph, you dare to stand out for someone with this ability?" Seeing that he had taken action, Wang Yu had not noticed it, Zuiwai couldn't help but sneer on the battlefield.

However, at this moment, Wang Yu retreated slightly, and the weapon that was lying drunk on the battlefield passed by Wang Yu's chest...

Seeing Zuiwou being stabbed in the battlefield, Wang Yu pressed it on the back of Zuiwou's head.

Zui Wo, who was originally stabbed in the sky, had a little unbalanced body. After Wang Yu pressed it, his weapon was directly stabbed towards the ground. However, Zui Wo Wo was quite quick. At the moment of his despair, he quickly supported the ground with his left hand, and kicked Wang Yu's throat with his legs off the ground.

Wang Yu smiled slightly, reached out with his left hand to grab Zuiwo Shachang's right ankle, stretched his right hand forward halfway, then stopped, and said to Zuiwo Shachang: "You lost!"

"I'm not dead yet!" Zuiwoo kicked his right foot on the battlefield, trying to break free, but found that Wang Yu's hand was like an iron pliers and could not break free at all.

There is no way, no matter how low the fighter judges, he is still higher than the assassin, not to mention that the opponent who is drunk on the battlefield is Wang Yu.

At this time, the flying generals of Longcheng and others spoke out and persuaded: "Okay, third brother, you really lost!"

"I can still fight!" Zuiwo was still old, so he naturally didn't accept losing to a young man.

"Look back and talk!" Long Chengfei General pointed to Wang Yu's right fist and sighed.

Zui Wo, who was facing down from the big head, turned around with an extremely difficult time and looked towards the direction of Long Cheng Fei General's finger. He saw Wang Yu's fist stopping not far above his crotch...

Seeing this scene, Zui Liao's face turned red. If Wang Yu hadn't shown mercy just now, haha...

"I lost..." Zuiwo was also a man who could take it and let it go, and he casually called for surrender.

Wang Yu let go of his hand and put it down, clasped his fists and said, "I'm giving in!"

Zuiwo stood up unhappily and said, "Hmph, stop talking nonsense, lose if you lose! You kid are capable, what do you want to give in? Who are you embarrassed about?" He admitted his defeat and didn't feel happy. Zuiwowo is really a straightforward person.

Wang Yu smiled awkwardly and asked the flying general of Longcheng, "Who is the next one?"

"You wait a moment." Longcheng Fei general waved his hand and said to Wang Yu.

"This kid is a bit fierce. Do you want to call the old boy?" Long Cheng Feiyan turned his head and asked a group of brothers.

To be honest, Longcheng Feijiang is a group of famous professional players, and in the new mode, he is invincible, so he didn't care about Wang Yu at the beginning, so he let the drunken lie on the battlefield, and the solution was more neat.

Who knew that Zui Wo Fang was blown up after a sneak attack in the battlefield... This is so embarrassing. Fortunately, this kid came to settle things instead of asking for trouble, otherwise Zui Wo Fang would leave a shadow after Zui Wo Fang.

Longcheng Fei General and others are friends with many years of comrades and friends. They all know what kind of underwear they like to wear. Naturally, they know Zuiwo’s strength on the battlefield. Even he can’t stand it. Others probably are the same.

At this time, a slightly younger face said, "Call Lao Tong? No, the boy in front of me is extremely mixed with the top of the pinnacle. He must have anti-submarine props on him, so the third brother suffered a loss... Why don't you let me try it, I'm calling Lao Tong anymore."

"I think what Xiaowu said is reasonable!" Zuiwo nodded and said, "Otherwise, how could he avoid my attack? He must have used props."

It is famous for its rich resources when it reaches the pinnacle, but Xiao Wu's views are still traceable.

The flying general of Longcheng touched his chin and thought for a moment, "Okay, Xiaowu, don't embarrass you."

"I understand!" Xiao Wu nodded and walked to Wang Yu, and issued a trial application and said, "I will fight you in this game."

"Iron Niu! Please give me advice!" Wang Yu hugged his fists in a humble and arrogant manner.

"Wu Gou Shuangxue!" Xiao Wu also replied to Wang Yu for a moment, then drew out the sword.

Wang Yu is here to be a mediator, so he naturally cannot take action first, so he protected his abdomen with his left hand and stretched his right hand forward, setting up his defensive posture.

Unexpectedly, the next moment, Wu Gou Shuangxue not only did not think of ordinary soldiers, but also rushed over or collapsed and attacked him, but turned around and ran backwards.

Wang Yu was confused. He was an assassin with a sword just now. Could this guy be a archer with a sword?

Just when Wang Yu was puzzled, Wu Gou Shuangxue had already run away five meters away from Wang Yu. Then he pointed his left sword horizontally, and stood up with a long sword in his hand. A sword flew out from behind Wu Gou Shuangxue and stabbed Wang Yu.

Seeing this, Wang Yu waved his right hand and the flying sword fell to the ground. But at this moment, Wu Gou Shuangxue waved his hand and three more swords flew out, and the three swords flew into a fan and stabbed Wang Yu.

Wang Yu kicked away the sword in front, and at the same time stretched out his hands left and right, using a "split-split-split-shadow-slashing" move, and also hit the other two, and then rushed towards Wu Gou Shuangxue with a collapsed punch.

When Wu Gou Shuangxue saw Wang Yu rushing over, she waved her hand back with one hand and another sword flew out. Wu Gou Shuangxue moved several meters with the sword and avoided Wang Yu's fist.

After landing, Wu Gou Shuangxue raised her mouth and turned her wrist and inserted the sword in her hand to the ground!
Chapter completed!
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