"It's so cruel."

Shan Guiting had just changed his job as a swordsman. In the familiarity, he originally thought he had mastered some of the basics, but at this time, the new swordsman desires of this csc appeared one after another.

After a sudden show, he could not count the combat skills he used in this wave of battle with Qingfeng.

He, the so-called China's No. 1 warrior, was a little dumbfounded when he saw him.

This 1v1 single-handed strength feels like it has reached the intensity of the last game of the professional competition final.

It feels like they can feel the aftermath even though they are 50 meters away...

"I'm really speechless in your team. How strong are you?"

"It feels like we are no match for the finishing touch."

Wang Hao said jokingly.

However, from the perspective of paper strength, he and Zhou Yang, Xia Tian and Qing Feng are not very different in strength, and the other players are also similar. Some of them play, and the league next season may be really interesting.

"Hurry up and pull another one."

Zhou Yang said with a smile that Ding Fei "jumped out of the car" and they lost one person, so they took the initiative to withdraw from the game.

"I'll just pull one."

"Well, but Zhou Yang, the league next season is really interesting. See you in the final."

The mountain ghost laughed and heard it.

"See you in the final."
Chapter completed!