Almighty Summoner

After three days of competition, the team was eliminated like running 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 with a crushing attitude, it is probably 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, finally, several teams that everyone was optimistic about before began to confront each other.

"Well, the sword is going sideways?"

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

The team of Jian Zuo Pianfeng is still relatively popular. They are the same as Zhang Lin's team, and the last person has not yet played. This person's name is Mao Duoduo, who has always been at the forefront of the ranking list. He is a Sanda and the object of suspicion by the players.

Fengjuan Canyun's previous occupation was a spell master, a long-range occupation, so he should not choose Sanda. It's just that Yueqin Chuan is not like Shengguang, where the trumpets are running around everywhere, and no one's play style is so fixed, and it is not surprising that Fengjuan Canyun is good at melee combat.

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

The teams he met have been sweeping since the beginning of the audition, and no other team has been able to knock out their first person. And the order of their appearances is not fixed. Except for one of the finalists, the other two are rotated, so you can imagine their strength.

Xiao Ke came and sat beside Zhang Lin at this time, and suddenly sighed: "I guess this is about to come to an end."

Zhang Lin turned his head and glanced at him, and laughed, "Aren't you a master? You have to admit defeat before you even fight? You are also suspected of being that kind of wind and cloud."

"Although I am a master, my teammates are not good." Xiao Ke came and gave Zhang Lin a fierce look, as if he was still complaining that Zhang Lin would not bring him into the team.

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

"It's alright, go ahead and sacrifice yourself generously, brother, I will avenge you." Zhang Lin comforted.

"You pull it down."

Today's game officially started, Zhang Lin stood up and entered the arena with the dog-headed stick.

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

The dog-headed stick was still in the lead, and Zhang Lin didn't tell him anything, just said "Come on".

The opponent's first player on the field was Jian Zuofeng, which made Zhang Lin, who was in the viewing area, make fun of him: "You know I'm the last one, but you choose the first one, are you not confident?"

Jian Zuo Pianfeng glared at Zhang Lin and said angrily, "Don't be complacent, just relying on your rotten team, I won't have a problem with one-vs-three."

"Tsk tsk tsk, friend, it's time to get up."

Jian Zuo Pianfeng snorted coldly when he heard the words, and ignored Zhang Lin, but looked at the dog-headed stick opposite and said, "Big man, I heard that you have been very powerful recently. It's really your misfortune to meet this young master today."

"Why?" the dog-headed stick asked in confusion.

"Because I'm stronger than you."

"How did you know?"

"...Stop talking nonsense, come on!"

The sword went slanted and found that his psychological offensive was completely useless, so he simply started to fight.

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

The two started a battle. After Zhang Lin's guidance, the dog-headed stick would choose a horizontal slash in the starting position. At the same time, he was observing the opponent's movements. As long as the opponent wanted to make a move, he would immediately withdraw the knife and dodge the big move.

The sword went slanting peak really made a move, and wanted to forcibly judge this normal attack, which made the dog-headed stick overjoyed, and hurriedly took a cross and slashed it out.

Swish.

The light of the cross slash penetrated the body of the slanted peak of the sword, and immediately reduced his blood volume.

"Haha, it's really too weak." The dog-headed stick laughed, took another step forward, and even slashed. The move was a little slower, but he still got connected.

Jian Zuo Pianfeng was angry, and shouted at Zhang Lin next to him: "What captain are you?"

Zhang Lin blinked and asked in confusion, "What am I doing?"

Jian Zuo Pianfeng gritted his teeth, Zhang Lin must not have explained his technical characteristics to the dog-headed stick, or else this big man 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 sideways and suffered a little. In fact, he also thought about giving Dog-headed Stick some hints before, but he felt that this would make Dog-headed Stick at a loss, so it would be better to simply not say anything.

However, Jian Zuo Pianfeng is not a fool. He should not suffer a second loss if he eats it once. It is basically impossible for a dog-headed stick to kill him. After all, there is still a gap in strength between the two sides, and Zhang Lin is not a god.

Sure enough, after a while, the dog-headed stick's offensive was suppressed by the slanted peak of the sword, and a few sword moves made the dog-headed stick dazzled and chaotic. There was also 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 was very indifferent, but there was a faint sarcasm in his eyes. He didn't know whether he looked down on the dog-headed stick, or felt that these tricks of the sword were flashy.

Anyway, Mao Duoduo has the air of a master, which makes Zhang Lin look forward to it. I hope this guy will not disappoint him too much later.

There were also a lot of people in the audience watching this battle. The guild with the sword going sideways shouted to cheer for their boss, while others saw the brave dog-headed stick being driven sideways by the sword. Feng playing in the palm of his hand, could not help but let out a cheer.

The voices of the audience can also be heard by the players on the field. The sword walks slanting peaks and immediately becomes more complacent, and the tricks are getting more and more fancy, but they are all of that type.

For ordinary people, this kind of trick is already very entertaining, and they all applauded and seemed excited.

"Boss Jianfeng is the strongest!"

"Wow, you're so handsome, I love you!"

Zhang Lin couldn't help sighing 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 is just watching the fun." Maureen said.

"That's right, but I'm a bit rigid." Zhang Lin laughed at himself.

Maureen gave him a strange look and said, "You're also playing fancy."

"I don't deliberately pursue fancy, but I only use it when I find it useful."

"From your tone, it seems that you don't care about the fancy style of play?" Maureen shook her head gently and said, "I thought you would see through it very well. What a tangle."

Zhang Lin turned his head to look at Maureen and said, "Do you think it is beneficial to deliberately pursue fancy play?"

"Of course there are benefits, but only if you don't get affected. If you have everything under control, a little bit of bells and whistles 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, then nodded and said, "That makes sense, it's like a dunk in basketball."

"good."

"As expected of someone who has gone to college, it's just different." Zhang Lin smiled.

Maureen pursed her lips and said, "It sounds so sour."

At this time, the dog-headed stick has been killed, and he left the field with a look of annoyance, and replaced Maureen.

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

The dog-headed stick is a very direct guy. But Maureen is different. This girl is cunning. Zhang Lin is very interested to know how Maureen will fight.

The second round has already started, and the sword is still at 60% of his health. At this time, he is charging forward and talking to Maureen. It seems that he is not here to compete, but to help his sister.

A look of contempt appeared on Maureen's face, and a cursed arrow and a dark claw were released one after the other. And just when Jian Zuoyaofeng just made a dodging action, Maureen immediately chanted the shadow of death and shot out.

Zhang Lin nodded again and again, Mo Liner had practiced this trick a lot during this time, and the timing at this time was good, and it was considered qualified. If there is no accident, the sword should be hit by the slanted peak.

Sure enough, at the same time as the shadow of death descended, the slanted peak of the sword walked just to the bottom, and was covered upright.

"Damn it, insidious!"

The sword went slanted and screamed, and was attacked by a beautiful woman. He suddenly felt that he had lost face, and he stopped saying anything to strike up a conversation, and rushed over with gnashing teeth.

When he was hit by the shadow of death, his defense and speed would drop. Of course, Maureen wouldn't wait for him to come over. He immediately flew a kite and hit the slanted peak of the sword.

At this moment, in the auditorium, the girls from the Ningxiang Guild were all excited, and all of them stood on their seats and began to dance neatly.

The audience behind them were blocked from sight, but they didn't mind. At this moment, they all stared at the beautiful backs in front of them with wretched smiles on their faces. I just hope that the girls can stand a little higher, maybe they can still watch. to some scenery.

The shadow of death didn't last long, but after a while, the sword returned to normal, and he quickly narrowed the distance between him and Maureen. Seeing an opportunity, he hit the ghost with a slash. However, his eyes and hand movements shifted slightly to the left when this Ghost Slash attacked, as if he was about to slash at Maureen's left shoulder.

Maureen smiled slightly, but her footsteps just moved slightly to the left. It seemed that she took the initiative to meet the ghost slash of the slanted peak of the sword, and then raised her cane, which seemed to be a gesture of Dark Soul Wave.

"My day!"

Jian Zuo Pianfeng's face turned pale, and his body suddenly turned at this moment, leaning out to the right, and the sword light slid across Ma Lin'er's right side.

"This move really has no practical value."

Maureen said with a smile, but the dark soul wave she successfully shot at this time was attached to the side of the sword.