Thunder Dragon! Zhao Yun''s long gun turns into a little cold, passes through Miyamoto Musashi''s body, turns back and knocks an enhanced version of the general attack on him.


    Lu Feng''s blood volume dropped again.


    See him not in a hurry to Zhao Yun point out his 2 skill speed.


    Forward sprint, through Zhao Yun''s body, at the same time his head is also a layer of Blue Shield.


    Cloud breaking dragon!


    For this reason, Zhao Yun has no choice but to retreat. The gentian spear stabbed Lu Feng at a very fast speed and quickly broke his shield.


    It has to be said that in addition to the shadow Tomahawk, Zhao Yun''s damage has begun to appear. Even in the face of Lu Feng, who is two levels higher than him, he can also play no low damage.


    But he also obviously ignored one thing, Lu Feng is now residual blood is not false, but his damage is not false.


    Seeing that his teammates have disposed of Zhong Kui and are coming here, Lu Feng directly makes the decision to replace Zhao Yun.


    With two seconds left in his frenzy, Lu Feng seized the last two seconds and tried his best to attack Zhao Yun in front of him.


    Two swords do shadow, a knife cut in Zhao Yun, knife into the meat.


    The blood bar on Zhao Yun''s head also dropped at a terrifying speed.


    "Bang!"


    A blood red number burst out, Zhao Yun was also hit residual blood.


    "Lying in the manger, what kind of damage is this palace?" Doubao was shocked and didn''t dare to attack. He turned around and moved into the range of the second tower.


    Lu Feng only glanced at him, but also used 2 skills to keep up with him.


    Trigger passive demon hunting, Lu Feng rushed forward and stabbed Zhao Yun''s whole body.


    Zhao Yun reluctantly fell to the ground, Lu Feng also completed his last mission, died in the defense tower and Marco Polo under the double damage.


    “Legendary！”


    "Miyamoto Musashi is supernatural!"


    “Shut，down！”


    The final sound effect sounded, but Lu Feng laughed. Although he died, he was still proud.


    Under his efforts, the enemy lost three generals, leaving only one archer Marco Polo and one Cao Cao who just came out of the spring.


    The three vanguard soldiers have set out from their own crystal and come to the enemy''s high ground.


    At this point, Lu Feng can boldly say: "this game has been stable!"


    On the other hand, the voice of Red Square is a dead silence. Ye Huafei, sitting at home, has empty eyes and is dejected. Now he has some regrets in his heart.


    Regret not to find teammates to snipe Lu Feng. At first, he thought that their five glory kings would sacrifice their best heroes again. This game is a sure bet, but at least it should have a 70% chance of winning.


    But what he didn''t expect was that Lu Feng''s four teammates were also the king of glory, and he didn''t expect that Lu Feng''s strength would be so strong.


    This one is not so much the five of them were smashed by the opposite side as it was smashed by Lu Feng alone.


    Zhong Kui, the most proud and proficient hero, can count the number of times he got out of the hook with one hand. In one case, Lu Feng deliberately sold him a flaw, which directly destroyed half of his whole spirit. That is to say, from that wave on, his operation began to be confused, and even flashed with others, It''s a low-level operation like opening up in place.


    This one is basically over!


    Looking at his middle road highland being pushed down by the four people on the opposite side, ye Huafei sighed deeply, reached out and picked up the cigarette on the table to light one for himself, took two heavy breaths, and said in a trembling voice, "this, this, let''s light it!"


    "There''s no need to play any more!"


    "We lost!"


    Ye Huafei''s eyes were full of tears. As early as half an hour ago, he would never believe that he would be beaten to cry, and even less would he believe that Lu Feng could be called a "bug" among ordinary players.


    Ye Huafei''s fighting spirit was deeply destroyed by his precise reaction and almost invincible operation. He began to question his own strength and whether Zhong Kui, like himself, is qualified to take the title of "the strongest Zhong Kui in national service"?


    Lin Hao glanced at his "old man". He could feel Lin Hao''s despair at this moment. In fact, the shock in his heart was by no means less than that of Ye Huafei.


    Before this game, he has always been confident of his talent in the game. Up to now, he has only been in touch with the king''s glory game for four months.


    In just four months, he went from bronze to the king of glory. Just a month ago, in the SH regional preliminaries of the National University League, he was ordered to take the team to the stage of the National University League with Marco Polo 1v3.


    In the face of praise from his classmates and teachers, although he didn''t show anything on the surface, he was already "floating" in his heart. He felt that he was born for this game. As long as he was willing to spend time on it and had excellent talent, he was qualified to become the unique "King" in this game.


    Before that, he was even ready to play professional next year, but Lu Feng''s appearance gave him a blow in the head and made him recognize his game level again. He was far from it.


    Lu Feng showed him what is the real "game talent". Looking at his performance in the whole game, Lin Hao knew that even if he was given another half a year, he had no confidence to reach Lu Feng''s current level.


    However, Lu Feng is just an "ordinary" passer-by player, and there are hundreds of professional players on top of passers-by players. What is their level?


    If in SH University, their understanding of the game can be called a genius, then the professional arena is a group of geniuses in the game, what level of their talent can be counted among them?


    upper reaches? middle reaches? Or... Downstream?


    Unknowingly, Lin Hao also fell into a state of confusion in his thinking and made mistakes in his operation. Almost he was sprayed to death by Bruce Lee.


    Looking at Marco Polo and Zhong Kui standing in the spring at a loss, the monkey was completely anxious and roared out.


    "Captain, brother Hao, what are you two obsessed with? This game is not over yet, our lineup still has a chance in the later stage. "


    "The game is not over yet. We still have a chance to work hard."


    Close to the fury of the voice finally saved the two minds of a line of clarity, ye Huafei suddenly shook his head, eyes become "clear" again.


    Thinking of his performance just now, ye Huafei can''t help but be afraid. It can be said that if the monkey wakes up a little later, his thinking will go further and further!


    After a look at Lin Hao, who is still sluggish, ye Huafei slaps him on the back of his head.


    "What''s the matter with you? If you don''t clear the line quickly, the game is not over yet!"


    "With you?" Rubbing the back of his painful head, Lin Hao gives Ye Huafei a look and sees Marco Polo in the middle of the screen. Lin Hao''s mouth shows a confident smile again, as if he is talking to himself or saying to others, "I won''t lose to you next time!"