Chapter 695: Male God Boom Brother

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"Well, Wang Yan, you can sit there with peace of mind, I will teach you well in the ring!"
The bright saint glared at Wang Yan with a dew, and apparently squandered his heart with the dark saint in his heart.
"Oh, son of flames, I must let you taste, I am asking about the taste in the heart lotus stand."
Under the ring, the Dark Lady smiled coldly, and she also focused on the firepower on Wang Yan.
Between the words, his eyes narrowed slightly, and he lit up intentionally or unintentionally. The holy artifact ring on the of his left hand, the heart of lava, looked eager to try.
Around the venue, the people who were looking forward to melons were full of anticipation, and their eyes were stunned.
In the future, the two saints, whether they are the goddesses PK, the two national goddesses, or the king Han Yan who broke the heart, in short, the wonderful drama that happened between them, they are full of expectations.
Fortunately, the two virgins have calmed down now, anyway, with a powerful fire resistance holy weapon, they are not in a hurry.
After taunting Wang Yan, the two women seemed to be in a much better mood, and finally both settled down and settled down.
In the special seats on the sidelines, Wang Yan touched his nose helplessly. The two saints really made him speechless. They were clearly struggling with each other. How did they pinch and point their spears at themselves? .
Helpless, helpless.
After this little episode, everyone's attention on the scene was concentrated on the two saints and Wang Yan. Obviously it has been forgotten that there is one European player who has just been beaten by the Bright Lady on the ground.
This C-class player from the Europa League has struggled to get the penultimate excellent result. Facing the bright virgin, although he has been prepared for it, he still can't stop the pure and powerful force.
The whole person was blasted out of the ring instantly and rolled on the ground seven or eight times before stopping. Although he did not faint directly like Kasami, his shirt was still damaged, covered in blood, and was embarrassed.
At this time, he was facing up to the sky, lying alone on the ground, injured all over, trying to get up, but tried a few times without success.
Coupled with the lack of interest, even the host did not look at him. The grievances and embarrassment in his heart reached the extreme, and the tears did not hold back.
"Woo, me, I want to surrender, woo ..."
The European Union player, who became a saint's punching bag, was so weeping that he finally caught the attention of the crowd watching the game.
"Eh ... so pitiful, he was beaten without even having time to surrender."
"Huh, it's miserable."
"Okay, my friend doesn't cry and stands up."
Amidst the encouragement of the crowd watching around, the Europa League player tried again to get up, but failed again.
It looks really miserable.
After all, he only has C-level strength, and the gap between A + -level abilities is not the same.
The bright Saint Lulu shrugged her face a little embarrassedly and coughed a little, and the host Sean responded at the same time.
"This player from the Europa League dropped off the court and cried! Lulu Cao, the bright saint, won easily!"
The audience at the scene, some chuckles, some cheers, more of a noisy noise.
At this point, in the lively atmosphere of the scene, the first two matchups as preheating have all ended, and the real rematch will start from now on.
Next, the remaining two hundred and ninety-five players will have a total of ten temporary rings on and off the court, and will play a one-on-one matchup at the same time.
Within this day, half of these players will be eliminated.
Time seems to change fast.
Although there are many contestants, the strength levels are uneven, so the pace of the game is very fast.
At sunset, the event finally ended.
On this day, all C-level players were eliminated. None of the previous Scuds, Mu Mujiang and others who had performed well in the qualifiers were spared.
After all, the gap between the C-level abilities and the B-level and A-level is really too big. It is already a remarkable thing to be able to exchange such a contest experience with C-level strength.
In addition, having experienced such a competition has great help for their future development.
"Don't be afraid of Mu Mu sauce, your elder brother will make the top 32 for you, and all the winning prizes will be given to you."
"Mua ~ Willini sauce, you are so good to me!"
Suzuki Haru, the pseudo-girl contestant known as Mu Mu sauce, kissed Willie Hasan on the Tianshan assassin's face. Finally, the two held hands and left the venue happily.
Under the red sunset, Mu Mujiang's eyes flashed a smug black belly.
It can be seen that the Tianshan assassin, who has always been in the dark, has fallen deeply into the tenderness of the pseudo-mother, unable to extricate herself.
Although SCUD lost the game, it was already very satisfied with his performance. Now that his strength is on the verge of promotion, the mood is generally good.
After the first day of the rematch, Scud joined Wang Yan and other friends from the State and African Affairs Bureau and went to the beach to eat a Teppanyaki seafood barbecue.
One night passed and the next morning, the second round of the rematch began.
Compared with the previous day, today's event can be much more intense.
The vast majority of the remaining players are abilities above the B level, and the two sides are equally strong. In addition, among the low-ranked players, there are some A-level strongmen who have been pitted by Wang Yan, and low-key players who deliberately hide their strength.
When these elements were revealed one by one on the ring, the emotions of the crowd watching the game became more and more intense.
For example, this is about to start now.
At this time, when the sun is upright and bright, the bright light shines through the high-altitude clouds filled with water vapor, shining the whole venue brightly.
"Here will be the master tantra from the Dongying Super Self-Defense Force, Hong Yin! The duel, the Prince of Light from the China National African Affairs Bureau, Lei Hong!"
The host Sean held the microphone and announced loudly that the crowd watching the game was boiling.
"Come, come, Master Hongyin comes out!"
"It's really worthy of Dongying Tantra, the red monk is sitting down with his disciples and looking at this momentum, it's so strong! It's terrible!"
In the whispering of the crowd at the scene, the gruesome Tantric master Hong Yin, with a stick of tin, slowly walked to the edge of the ring, gently jumped, and fell to the center of the ring.
He was wearing a purple monk's clothes at this time, wearing a hat of hat, with a gloomy and fierce gaze, glancing through the shadows under the hat. The audience who was struck by his eyes suddenly felt like cold water pouring in, and his heads were shrunk one by one, stunned.
"Humph!"
Hong Yin let out a cold grunt from his nose, and the trace of being hit by Wang Yan's warhammer on the tin rod clenched in his right hand is still vividly visible, the chest injury is still faintly painful, and the inner demon, Still tormenting him from time to time.
All this deepened his resentment towards Wang Yan.
Finally, Hong Yin's eyes locked on the Yanzi, the son of the flame, sitting under the auditorium of the National African Bureau, sitting on the special seat.
In an instant, his fierce breath became stronger. At this moment, he seemed to be no longer a master of Dongying Buddhism, but more like a vicious life-threatening ghost.
The atmosphere at the scene gradually suppressed, and the presenter Sean, who was closer to him, was even shocked by the terrible breath.
At this moment, suddenly.
With a cry, a fierce thunder arc crossed the eyes of the audience and landed in front of Hongyin.
"boom!"
Thunder Arc exploded dullly, Hong Yin scared quickly and then took a half-step backward. The momentum that had just condensed around his body also shook it a little.
"court death!"
Hongyin bit his teeth in exasperation, and the eyes of the bird of prey continued to tighten, revealing a thick and spicy breath.
The crowd watching the game immediately looked to the source of the thunder arc and the National African Bureau player channel, and immediately "wow" burst out, a burst of cheers even warmer than before.
"It's Prince of Light, Lei Bang!"
"It turns out that he is the thunder of the National African Bureau ?!"
"He is really handsome, look at his temperament, wow ... flying!"
While the male audience at the scene was marveling at Lei Hong's strength and aura, many female audiences were already infatuated and fell into a deep intoxication.
I saw that, under the watch of the crowd, a young man with blond hair fluttering calmly walked out of the channel of the SAFE.
He was silent and staring, looking at Hongyin's eyebrows, with the old manly and untamed like an ancient king. In a white suit, the chest is open at random, and the tight muscular lines are under the close-fitting shirt.
Especially the pair of large white wings on the back, looks powerful and sacred.
Suddenly, his wings fluttered, and the strong air flow took him slowly into the air, and finally landed in the middle of the ring.
Compared with Hong Yin, the master of the tantric master who is overcast and fierce in appearance, Lei Hong's handsome and charming image does not know how many streets he throws away.
"Lei Bang's appearance, as usual, the crazy bully blasted the sky." Wang Yan silently praised his friends off the field, then picked up the beer and touched the six non-stop beer cans next to him, " Sixth, go one. "
"Okay, let's go one."
Six non-disciplined parties, and Wang Yan took a big mouth, and then said, "That Dongying Tantra master shit, covered with evil spirits, is different from the authenticity of our Buddhist door, they are a river and lake liar hanging on the door They should beat them well. "
Liu Bujie's eyes are enjoying the latest VR blockbuster, but the "heart" in his mouth has already included the entire ring, even the entire venue, as long as he wants to see, any details can not escape his attention.
Wang Yan chuckled and smiled. Those Dongying dogs should really be beaten. It ’s just that there are eight precepts in the Buddhist temple. You do n’t take six, so you still think others are not authentic enough?
"Ready everyone!"
Moderator Sean slowly raised his right hand.
"The showdown begins!"
As Sean fell with one hand, the battle between two people officially began!
"Junior, look at me not to break your bones!" Master Tantra, Hong Yin, snorted, his body full of excitement, a layer of golden Buddha light suddenly appeared.
In the sharp eyes of Lei Hong, a flash of thunder flashed, and he saw that he squeezed the void with one hand, and a thunder and lightning spear intertwined in his hand.
"Click!"
Accompanied by the sound of a thunderous explosion, Lei Bang pointed his spear in front of him, "Dongying dog, die!"
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