Chapter 640 (1/2)
”The sword saint, four killed!”
For 100 Star TV, every audience can feel their heart shaking and can't restrain themselves.
It's terrible. The beluga's sword saint is like a humanoid harvesting machine. With each knife falling, a large amount of blood is drawn away, and every general attack is fast. You can only see the shadow.
When the blind monk was cut to death by overlapping blades, every Korean audience seemed to feel deep fear.
”Nice, and trolls. Kill this troll. Do you want to kill five?!”
”Maybe, I really want to kill five.”
……
”How possible.”
Feng NV looked at the picture on the screen. In any case, he didn't expect that in this round of group war, when he sent heads continuously and the blue side was absolutely at a disadvantage in the number and lineup, this wave of group war, when the swordsman rushed out strongly, he directly got the four kills like destroying the withered and decaying!
He couldn't believe that he had reached this point, but the red side still lost this wave of group war.
”This red square, how can it be so delicious.”
The wind woman's eyes stared at the sword saint. It was only two knives. One third of the troll's blood was taken away.
”No, it's not the red recipe, but the sword saint's damage is too high.”
……
”You can't run away unless the partition wall flashes.”
At the same time, when the red Shangdan Troll heard the killing prompt ringing in his ears on the screen, his blood volume had fallen to half under the blade of the sword saint. This wave, he knew that if he wanted to run, he could only flash through the partition wall.
”Whether it is the acceleration of the frozen field or the column of cold ice, it is impossible to stop the swordsman who has opened a great move!”
Bang!
On the screen, the sound flashed was clear and pleasant, but for a moment, the black figure followed him like a shadow, as if he was entangled with a troll, and his blood volume was reduced to one-third again.
Still Q skill, alpha raid!
”This guy's Q can't escape at all.”
After killing, 70% of the skills cooled down. At this moment, the troll player felt the horror of the sword saint's great move. In the next scene, he flashed. The sword Saint directly turned into a streamer and followed him. He made two general attacks and cut him again.
372... 216... 60
This is a scene that makes him extremely desperate. Even if the counter attack is started in an instant, at this time, his injury is completely out of proportion to the sword saint!
When another sword cut down, the last trace of the troll's blood dissipated, and the huge trumpel directly fell into a corpse.
”Five killed...”
PentaKill！
The five kill prompt was roared out by the system full of blood after three seconds.