Almighty Summoner

In the three-day competition, the team was eliminated like flowing water, but the legendary wind and clouds still did not show any clues.

In the concept of ordinary people, if there is a contestant who kills the opponent in a crushing posture, it is most likely that the great god. But there are many such people, the key is that the opponent is too weak, and everyone is eager to see a showdown of some level.

And today, there are finally several teams that everyone was more optimistic about before began to go head-to-head.

"Hmm, the sword is off track?"

Zhang Lin looked at the battle list, and couldn't help but reach out and stroke his forehead, it seems that he is probably going to play today.

The team of Sword Gone Deviation is still relatively popular, they are the same as Zhang Lin's team, and the last person has not yet appeared. This person's name is Mao Duoduo, who has always been at the top of the level rankings, is a sanda, and is also the object of suspicion among players.

Wind and Clouds' previous profession was a charmer, which was a ranged class, and it shouldn't have been a sanda. It's just that Yueqin is not like the Holy Light, where the trumpets are running all over the ground, and no one's playing style will be so fixed, and it is not surprising that the wind and clouds are good at close combat.

However, compared to Zhang Lin, Xiao Ke's opponent is probably stronger.

The teams he met had been swept since the audition began, and no other team had been able to defeat their first person. And the order of their appearances is not fixed, except for one finale, the other two are rotated, you can imagine their strength.

Xiao Ke came and sat next to Zhang Lin at this time, and suddenly sighed: "I guess this one is coming to an end."

Zhang Lin turned his head to look at him and sneered: "Aren't you a master?

"I'm a master, but my teammates can't. Xiao Kelai glared at Zhang Lin fiercely, and seemed to be complaining that Zhang Lin refused to pull him into the team.

Xiao Ke's teammates who came were just two people who were randomly found in the guild, and their strength would naturally be discounted.

"It's okay, be generous, go righteously, brother, I will avenge you. Zhang Lin comforted.

"Pull it down. Today's

game officially began, Zhang Lin stood up and entered the arena with the dog's head stick.

The map is also a mountainous area, but the scenery is not as beautiful as on the first day, and the whole mountain exudes a dead air.

The dog-headed stick is still in the lead, and Zhang Lin didn't explain anything to him, just said "come on".

The first one on the other side was Jian Xiangfeng, which made Zhang Lin in the viewing area can't help but tease: "I know that I am the last, but you choose to be the first, are you not confident?"

"

Tut-tut, friend, it's time to get up.

Hearing this, Jian Xiangfeng snorted coldly, and no longer paid attention to Zhang Lin, but looked at the dog-headed stick on the opposite side and said: "Big man, I heard that you have been very majestic recently, and it is really your misfortune to meet Young Master Ben today." "

Why?" said the dog-headed stick, puzzled.

"Because I'm better than you. "

How do you know?"

"... Less nonsense, come on!"

Jian Fang found that his psychological offensive was completely useless, so he simply started fighting.

The dog-headed stick scratched his head, thinking to himself that this person is a fool, obviously he is talking nonsense, and he asked him to talk less nonsense, what is the reason.

The two started a battle, and after Zhang Lin's guidance, the dog-headed stick would choose to slash horizontally in the starting style, and at the same time he was observing the opponent's movements, as long as the opponent had the intention of making a move, he would immediately withdraw the knife, and then dodge the big move.

The sword went off the peak and really made a move, wanting to forcibly judge this ordinary attack, which made the dog-headed stick overjoyed, and hurriedly dodged and took a cross slash out.

Swish.

The light of the cross slash pierced through the body of the sword that was deviating, and immediately caused his blood to drop by a bit.

"Haha, that's so weak. The dog-headed stick laughed, took another step forward, and slashed with a move. The move was a little slower, but he still let him connect.

Jian Xiang Feng was angry, and shouted at Zhang Lin next to him: "What kind of captain are you doing?" Zhang Lin blinked his eyes and said puzzledly: "What are you doing with me?"

Jian Xiang Feng gritted his teeth, Zhang Lin definitely didn't explain his technical characteristics to the dog's head stick, otherwise this big guy would be so direct?

Zhang Lin laughed secretly in his heart, but he didn't expect that the straight dog-headed stick really made the sword go off the peak and suffer a little. In fact, he had also thought about giving some hints to the doghead stick before, but he felt that this would make the doghead stick at a loss, so it would be better not to say anything at all.

However, the sword is not a fool to go off the peak, and he should not eat a second time after suffering a loss once, and it is basically impossible for the dog-headed stick to kill him. After all, there is still a gap in the strength of the two sides, and Zhang Lin is not a god, so it is impossible to cultivate the dog-headed stick to a high level in such a short time.

Sure enough, after a while, the attack of the dog-headed stick was suppressed by the sword going off the peak, and a few sword moves from east to west dazzled the dog-headed stick, and it was already chaotic, and there was a confused look in his eyes, and the general trend was gone.

Zhang Lin wiped his nose and didn't take it seriously, but turned his head to look at the other party's Sanda named Mao Duoduo.

This person's face looked very indifferent, but there was a faint mocking look in his eyes, I don't know if he looked down on the dog-headed stick, or if he thought that these tricks of the sword going off the peak were flashy.

Anyway, Mao Duoduo has a master's style, which makes Zhang Lin also look forward to it, and hopes that this guy won't let him down too much.

There were also many people in the audience who were paying attention to this battle, and the guilds where the sword went off the peak shouted to cheer for their boss, while the others couldn't help but cheer when they saw the very brave dog-headed stick being played with by the sword going off the peak.

The voices of the audience can also be heard by the players in the arena, and the sword is off the peak, and the tricks are getting more and more fancy, but they are all that type of moves.

For ordinary people, such a trick is already very ornamental, and they applaud one after another and seem excited.

"The boss of Sword Peak is the strongest

!" "Wow, you are so handsome, the sword is off the peak, I love you!"

Zhang

Lin couldn't help but sigh when he heard these voices, and said, "The audience really likes gorgeous things, even if they have no practical value."

"Of course, most of the audience just watched the fun. Maureen said.

"That's right, I'm a bit rigid. Zhang Lin smiled self-deprecatingly.

Mo Lin'er gave him a strange look and said, "You are also very fancy."

"I don't deliberately go for fancy, I just use it when I think it's useful. "

Listening to your tone, it seems that you don't think much of the fancy style of play?" Mo Lin'er shook her head lightly and said, "I thought you would see it very thoroughly, this is a complementary thing, I really don't know what to worry about."

Zhang Lin turned his head to look at Mo Lin'er and said, "Do you think it is beneficial to deliberately pursue a fancy style of play?"

"Of course there are benefits, but the premise is that you yourself are not affected. If everything is under control, a little fancy can arouse the enthusiasm of the audience and destroy the will of the opponent.

Zhang Lin touched his chin, thought about it for a while, and then nodded: "It makes sense, it's like a dunk in basketball." "

Not bad.

"It's true that someone who went to college, but it's different. Zhang Lin said with a smile.

Mo Lin'er pursed her lips and said, "Sounds so sour.

At this time, the

dog-headed stick had been killed, and he left the field with a look of chagrin and replaced Mo Lin'er.

Zhang Lin comforted the dog-headed stick, and then carefully watched the game on the field.

The dog-headed stick is a very direct guy, which is easy to go off the beaten path with the sword, and it is simply a way of fighting. And Mo Lin'er is different, this girl is cunning, Zhang Lin is very interested in wanting to know how Mo Lin'er will fight.

The second round has begun, and the sword is off the peak and still has 60% of the HP, at this time he rushed forward, and at the same time accosted Mo Lin'er, it seems that he is not here to compete, but to soak his sister.

A look of disdain appeared on Morin'er's face, and a cursed arrow and a dark claw were unleashed one after the other. And just when the sword was off the peak and just made a dodge move, Mo Lin'er immediately chanted the shadow of death and hit out.

Zhang Lin nodded again and again, Mo Lin'er has practiced this trick a lot during this time, and the timing at this time is good, which is qualified. If nothing else, the sword should be hit if it goes off the peak.

Sure enough, at the same time that the shadow of death fell, the sword went off the peak and ran just below, and was covered by a square.

"Damn, insidious!" "

The sword went off the peak and shouted, being yin by a beautiful woman, he suddenly felt that he had lost face, and he didn't say anything to talk to him anymore, and rushed over through gritted teeth.

Hit the shadow of death, his defense and speed will decrease, of course Mo Lin'er will not wait for him to come, immediately fly the kite, hit the sword off the peak, it is called a depression, I just hope that this damn shadow will disappear quickly.

At this time, in the audience, the girls of the Ning Xiang Guild were excited, and they all stood on their seats and began to dance neatly.

The audience behind them was blocked from view, but they didn't mind, at this time, they stared at the delicate backs in front of them with lewd smiles on their faces, hoping that the girls could stand taller and maybe see some scenery.

The duration of the shadow of death was not long, but after a while, the sword returned to normal, and he quickly narrowed the distance between him and Mo Lin'er, and saw an opportunity to slash the ghost slash over, but when this ghost slash move, his eyes and hand movements were slightly offset to the left, as if he was going to slash at Mo Lin'er's left shoulder.

Mo Lin'er smiled slightly, but her footsteps moved slightly to the left, as if she had taken the initiative to meet the ghost slash of the sword and went off the peak, and then raised her cane, which seemed to be the gesture of the dark soul wave.

"Oh my day!" Jian

Qiaofeng's face turned pale, and his body suddenly turned at this time, tilting to the right, and the sword light could be slashed across Mo Lin'er's right side.

"This trick really has no practical value.

Mo Lin'er said with a smile, but the dark soul wave that she successfully hit at this time was adsorbed on the body of the sword walking away.