The competition between the strongest eight players in China is undoubtedly unprecedentedly high. No one will doubt that today's game must be wonderful...

The showdown between the peak masters should last for a long time. Because not only has strong attack and defense capabilities, a real master will never let the opponent hit him so easily. However, no one would have expected that the four games of eight to four, each game will last so short, to an almost unacceptable level... because the time of four games, the total number of them will not exceed five minutes.

One morning, less than five minutes of the game... It was a game between the strongest eight people that stood out from hundreds of millions of Chinese players...

In the first game, Murong Qiushui was trying to cut the king who he wanted to cut into pieces.

Time slowly moved away, and there was still one last minute left before the game time, and the system prompt sound was urging. All players who were paying attention to this game have been waiting and seen.

People from Tianhun were watching Murong Qiushui all the time. This was the battle of revenge that he had been waiting for. In order to fulfill his revenge battle, Zuo Pojun even voluntarily gave up the victory and gave him the qualification to enter the quarterfinals... However, no one among them knew what method he had to rely on to complete this battle of revenge.

At this time, Murong Qiushui was very calm, not nervous, not impatient, and was a little calm. Compared with the previous battle with the king, Murong Qiushui's current equipment and equipment has not changed at all, and there is no change at all. In addition, Ye Tianxie's previous command of "not leveling" would naturally not improve without leveling. In other words, he, who is about to face the king again, is in the same state as he, who was defeated by the king for the first time. Last time, he was almost equal to instant defeat in the king's hands. So what would he rely on to defeat the king now...

"The fourth brother... Since you said that, you must do it. Although you usually have a little flutter in your mouth, I believe in you this time, don't let me waste a chance in my life in vain." Zuo Pojun said with a serious face.

"Okay, although I know the power of the king very much, I believe in you this time. I look forward to the moment you let the king die." Situ Shana said immediately.

"Come on." Jie Ying Xinghun said. At this time, he was quickly integrating into the atmosphere of the Tianhun Mercenary Group. He was born a familiar person and did not show any caution at all.

"I hope there will be a miracle that will happen." Shen Xiaoyao said.

"Qiu Shui, come on." Ye Tianxie said.

"Qiu Shui, come on, I believe you can do it." Su Feifei made a "v" gesture to him.

Everyone in the group said something encouraging, and that scene... was like saying goodbye to a cannon fodder who was about to go to the battlefield to die, causing the muscles on Murong Qiushui's face to twitch one after another. He stood up and said listlessly: "Don't worry, I will not embarrass Tianhun anymore. Even if I die... I will be thrilling."

He took out his serial number card and came to the competitive stage. On the stage, Wang appeared there almost at the same time. His equipment did not change at all. His dark dress was, and a dark horse under his crotch... At first glance, it seemed like he had just crawled out of the coal pile.

On this competitive arena, the two met for the second time. The scene was slightly different from the first time they met. However, the two people who met this time did not say a word. Wang's eyes were as quiet as stagnant water, and even his eyes were like dead people. His eyes were completely different from looking at Murong Qiushui's gaze.

This is an alternative form of disdainful gaze.

Murong Qiushui's eyes were half-closed, and his expression was as if it had become rigid for a long time without any change. His eyes pierced straight ahead and landed on the king's chest... They had been in this state before the prompt sound at the beginning of the game, and the air quietly condensed in this atmosphere.

Everyone knows that Murong Qiushui defeated the King of Immortal Reincarnation in the Top 100 matches and was killed instantly by the King with one move. However, the dramatic two people met again in the quarterfinals. Moreover, the two people had no difference in their superficial equipment and their first meeting before... The same two people, the same equipment, the huge gap in strength you had shown before...

Will the ending of this game be different from the last time?

"Ding... Left: The Tianhun Mercenary Group belongs to: Qiu Shui Yiren—vs—Right: Immortal Reincarnation belongs to: King, the game begins!"

Click!

Murong Qiushui raised the gun in his hand and pointed directly at Wang's head. When aiming at his opponent, he would always bring up a random smile, but he didn't have any smile at all. His slightly narrowed eyes and quiet face were covered with a kind of gloom that made people feel heartbroken... He did not shoot, but said slowly to Wang: "Have you... seen the god of death?"

"Hmph, the waste from the Murong family."

A very disdainful hum came from Murong Qiushui's ears, making his face even more gloomy. The eyes that the king showed when he looked at him were so disdainful... When he first looked at him, he looked at him with a look of looking down at an ant and easily killed him. This time, he was also so disdainful, and still looked at him with a look of looking at an ant... No, to be precise, he looked like this when he looked at almost everyone... He called himself the king, the king of everything, the king of everything, the king of everything can despise everything in the world.

He has only suffered one big setback in this life... That is Ye Tianxie. He participated in this competition to return countless times the shame that Ye Tianxie had imposed on him... and none of the others deserved to look at him directly. At least he thought so himself.

Chiu~~~

Murong Qiushui pulled the bolt... The black bullets cut the air in the whistling sound, and shot towards the king's body with dark marks... The breath of death suddenly approached at an extremely fast speed.

Murong Qiushui's strongest skill - the kiss of death!

Those who get this move are equivalent to meeting the God of Death...

Bang!!

The exact same scene happened again. The bullet did not encounter any obstacles and directly passed through Wang's body, slamming the energy barrier behind him, and hitting a small crack. The way Wang avoided this "Kiss of Death" method was still using the absolute avoidance technique he had used before. Although he was despising Murong Qiushui, the speed of the bullet was too fast. At such a close distance, he had no way to escape without any ability except this skill.

As soon as Ye Tianxie reminded them, they were all shocked... and more and more people on the stage began to notice... One second, two seconds, three seconds, four seconds, five seconds, and the Murong Qiushui, who was killed by Wang in seconds and emptied his blood groove, did not fall down!

He was still standing there in his previous posture.

What's going on?

Murong Qiushui, who was obviously dead, slowly raised his head and his body rotated slowly at this time, but the rotation was very slow and his movements were very stiff... as stiff as a zombie turning his neck... And as his body rotated, the bloody teeth that had been lifting in the air also pointed at the king...

"Have you ever seen...death...god..."

What the king saw was a black muzzle, and behind the muzzle, the face covered with black air and gloomy smile, revealing two rows of white teeth...
Chapter completed!