In a trance.

Feng Yi actually felt that he had seen the precious war god who had once been.

Qin Mo was like this at that time.

Watching him play games is like watching a feast

All the blood that had been extinguished seemed to burn at this moment, and the audience on the field were shouting the same name, Emperor League!

No one said that in this game, the team that will definitely lose is the Imperial League.

All overturns are like a miracle.

And this miracle was brought by the boy.

Xiao Jing's right hand did not move away from the mouse. He looked at the countdown of resurrection and said only two words to Luo Luo: "Should."

Everyone knows that this wave is the key to the Imperial Alliance, that is, the key to Xiangnan.

Luo Luo had just been resurrected, and the rest of the people died three times and were no longer qualified to appear.

But it shouldn't be too late.

After Luoluo is resurrected, they still have a chance.

This is the desire of every Xiangnan team member from the bottom of his heart.

But, the next second, a white figure broke their expectations.

It's Qin Mo!

"If Qin Shen's hand is injured like that, do you have to go up?"

The white figure with the Dragon Jump Tower on the screen answered everyone's questions.

Luo Luo waved his mouse and rolled out, the last moat in Xiangnan was gone.

Qin Mo jumped over with the flying dragon and rushed straight to the high ground.

Luo Luo narrowed her eyes, carried the sniper cannon, and hit Qin Mo in the direction of Qin Mo.

As the flames spread, Qin Mo moved his right hand, raised and landed with his left hand, and avoided the shell on one side, cut from the left, and cut through the long sword, and the electric array was laid down. Luo Luo was slowed down, but he relied on the flexible rolling and then rolled to the right. The sniper gun rose again, and with a loud bang, it hit Qin Mo heavily.

"It seems that Qin Mo's hand injury has seriously affected his operation."

"Xiao Jing will be resurrected in fifteen seconds. Qin Mo's strong attack should not be able to defeat him. Even with Feilong as an assist, it is not so easy to break through the high ground defense."

"Looking at Qin Mo's actions like this, maybe Goddess Luo will be killed by the backlash."

As if fulfilling the commentator's words, Qin Mo would have less than half a can of blood left in the next second.

Even if Feilong is still there, it cannot cover up the decline in his operation.

The young man who was waiting for resurrection suddenly looked in the direction of Qin Mo.

Only then did I realize that the wrist holding the mouse had obviously swollen.

In an instant, Bo Jiu tightened the mouse in his hand, wishing he could be resurrected and rushed out now.

All the audience felt regretful.

Including the oldest group of people who like to play online games sitting in front of an Internet cafe.

Such a bad operation, coupled with Qin Mo's id, everyone felt uncomfortable.

After all, Qin Mo is different from others.

Even for fans of other teams, the same is true.

"Isn't Qin Shen really killed him, right?"

One of the fans of the Imperial League asked the people around him.

No one answered, the atmosphere was too stressful.

People looked at the screen and Qin Mo was retreating back and forth less and less blood.

Goddess Luo did not give up this opportunity and rolled towards Qin Mo.

Just when everyone turned their heads and didn't want to watch this scene again.

Yushixin stood up, grabbed the railing in front of him with his fingers, and a sharp blade was swept across his eyes: "Shaonan is trapped."

Being trapped?
Chapter completed!