In a trance.
Feng Yi actually felt that he had seen the god of war with noble eyebrows and eyes.
At that time, Qin Mo was also like this.
Watching him play games is like watching a feast All the blood that has been extinguished seems to be burning at this moment, and the audience on the field is shouting the same name, Imperial League No one said that in this game, the team that would definitely lose was the Imperial League.
All the reversals are like a miracle.
And this miracle was brought about by a teenager.
Xiao Jing's right hand did not move away from the mouse, looking at the countdown to the resurrection, and only said two words to Luoluo: "Hold." ” Everyone knows that this wave is the key to the Imperial League, that is, the key to Shonan.
Luoluo has just been resurrected, and the rest of the people have died three times and are no longer eligible to play.
It's just that it's not too late.
After the resurrection, they still have a chance.
This is the desire of every Shonan team member from the bottom of their hearts.
However, in the next second, a white figure shattered their expectations.
It's Qin Mo "Qin Shen's hand is injured like that, do you want to go on it too?"
The white figure with the Dragon Leap Tower on the screen answered the questions in everyone's minds.
Luoluo waved his mouse and rolled out, the last moat in Shonan was gone.
Qin Mo jumped over with the flying dragon and rushed straight to the high ground.
Luo Luo squinted, picked up the sniper gun, and hit it in the direction of Qin Mo.
When the firelight dispersed, Qin Mo's right hand moved, his left hand rose and fell, his body was on one side, avoiding the cannonball, cutting through from the left side, the long sword slashed, the electric array was laid down, and the falling was slowed down, but he relied on the flexible rolling position, and then rolled to the right, and the sniper gun rose again, boom, and hit Qin Mo's body hard.
"It seems that Qin Mo's hand injury has seriously affected his operation."
"There are fifteen seconds left for Xiao Jing to be resurrected, Qin Mo's strong attack should not be able to attack, even if there is a flying dragon as an assist, it is not so easy to break through the highland defense."
"Looking at Qin Mo's operation, I can't be killed by the goddess."
As if fulfilling the narrator's words, in the next second, Qin Mo was left with less than half a jar of blood.
Even if the Wyvern was still there, it couldn't hide the decline in his operation.
The young man, who was still waiting for the resurrection, suddenly looked in the direction of Qin Mo.
Only then did I find that the wrist holding the mouse had been visibly swollen.
In an instant, Bo Jiu clenched the mouse in his hand, hoping that he could be resurrected and rushed out now.
All the viewers felt regret.
Including the oldest group of people who like to play online games sitting in front of the Internet café.
Such a bad operation, with Qin Mo's ID, everyone felt uncomfortable in their hearts.
After all, Qin Mo was different from others.
This is true even for fans of other teams.
"Qin Shen won't really be killed, right?"
One of the Imperial League fans asked the people around him.
No one answered, and that atmosphere couldn't be suppressed.
People watched on the screen, and the amount of Qin Mo's blood that retreated was getting less and less.
The goddess of Luo did not give up this opportunity and rolled in the direction of Qin Mo.
Just when everyone turned their heads away and didn't want to watch this scene anymore.
Yu Sixin stood up, his fingers grasped the railing in front of him, and his eyes slashed a sharp blade: "Shonan has a plan." ” Medium count What do you mean aa2705221: