The hero who crossed the line of fire has a dream

Chapter 747 Wang Yue covered in blood!

Binglan is like a proud phoenix, she doesn't even bother to look at Xuanxuan who is at the level of a bird in her eyes, and said contemptuously: "Do you need to compare again, or, you have a rifleman who is alone in the saber, it's a pity, No!"

In an instant, with almost no gap, a loud and cold voice mixed with a bit of strong anger suddenly sounded: "Oh, are you bullying me that no one can do it with a saber?"

A deep and powerful word that suddenly sounded, like a stone falling into a calm lake, created waves, causing countless hearts in the audience, who were ashamed of the saber, to unconsciously rekindle a sliver of vitality vitality.

Invisibly, there seems to be a magic hand, tightly grasping everyone's line of sight, pulling it towards the entrance of the indoor stadium, and the picture that plunges into the pupils is a chubby figure walking slowly.

When the chubby figure was fully revealed in everyone's pupils, he slowly stopped, and with a sharp gaze, he swept towards the glass house, and fixed on the ice orchid that he had previously claimed that no one could use the saber. body.

With a trace of unconcealable anger in his pupils, he repeated his previous words again, and said coldly: "Hey, speak three points, and leave a line in everything. Your words like this are bullying sabers that no one can use? "

Zhang Kuai and the thin man's eyes were full of excitement, their clenched fists were so powerful that they were almost sweating, and they shouted at the same time: "Fatty man!"

After hearing this sound, the chubby figure moved his eyes away from Binglan's perfect delicate body without hesitation, and moved them to Zhang Kuai and the thin body. In an instant, the sharpness in his eyes disappeared. Dissipated, replaced by an expression of iron man tenderness, with a little crystal liquid in his eyes.

Song Wennuan narrowed his eyes, first hammered his chest with his fist, and then pointed his fingers at Zhang Kuai and Shouzi a little harder, smiled with affection like the sea, and said with a smile: "Brother, long time no see!"

The thin man rubbed his face violently to relieve the slightly trembling facial muscles from excitement, and scolded with a smile: "Damn, you fat man, can you come out earlier next time, I almost made me cry!"

Zhang Kuai's eyes were full of excitement, but his tone was still joking and he said: "Long time no see, I'm still not as handsome as Ben Ku, but I already have quite a bit of Ben Ku's demeanor!"

Song Nuannuan slightly closed his eyes, listening to that fat man, listening to the somewhat shameless narcissistic words, it was still that familiar feeling, and it was still that brotherhood that would never fade with the changing times.

"Who is this fat man? He dared to attack the Shapolang team so aggressively. His tone was obviously biased towards Saber. He should have something to do with Saber, right?"

"Hey, I found it. His name is Song Wennuan, the first endgame player of Saber. Like Zhang's Kuai and Shouzi, he also quit Saber due to the temporary suspension of school."

"Wow, doesn't this mean that Saber still has a chance. Saber is indeed a centipede that is dead but not stiff. Every time there is a critical moment, there will always be former team members who will come to rescue."

The auditorium looked gloomy because the saber was about to fail. At this moment, with Song Nuannuan's appearance, like dry wood that fell into sparks and burned, a bright and lustrous light appeared again.

"Scholar!" Song Wennuan, who had already entered the glass house, greeted the scholar cordially.

"I've been waiting for you for a long time!" Xiucai smiled from the bottom of his heart, and said in a light voice that couldn't hide the brotherhood.

Song Wennuan glanced at the saber lineup, looked around, but couldn't see Wang Yue, and couldn't help asking: "Where's my brother?"

Now is not an opportunity to talk about this topic, Xiucai did not tell Song Wennuan the truth, but said vaguely: "He has something to do, so he didn't come, we'll talk about it later."

Song Wennuan nodded slightly, expressing his understanding, and didn't break the casserole to ask the end. He knew what the hegemony contest meant to Wang Yue. If Wang Yue didn't come, something must have happened.

He didn't know what happened, and he couldn't solve the so-called big problem for Wang Yue. What he could solve for Wang Yue was to solve the arrogant woman who clamored for the five sabers.

Song Wennuan glanced at Binglan coldly, paused every word, for fear that Binglan could not hear clearly, and said, "You said there is no saber, but I say there is!"

Binglan didn't change her original intention just because of Song Wennuan's appearance, she also paused every word, fearing that Song Wennuan couldn't hear clearly, said: "I said no!"

Four groups, Song Nuannuan vs Binglan, transport ship rifle battle, kill 40 enemies, start!

Binglan held the m4a1-light cavalry and rushed to the defender area where Song Nuannuan was. After a short while, the game ended with a score of 40 to 25.

There was no fierce battle, no entanglement, Song Nuannuan held a sky-defying m14ebr, and easily dealt with Binglan, the second master of killing the wolf, with the force of a violent wind.

Song Wennuan raised his eyes, looked at Binglan opposite, and said indifferently: "Hey, my saber dictionary has never lost a single word!"

Binglan gritted her silver teeth, and after glancing at Jiang Zhishui beside her, she finally found the source of her confidence, and said coldly to Song Wennuan: "So what if you win, you will definitely lose in the fifth group!"

Indeed, even if Song Nuannuan defeated Binglan, Saber would still be defeated. In the fifth group match, even two Yilans were definitely not Jiang Zhishui's opponents.

The atmosphere was below zero for a moment, the glass house was quiet and dead, and the audience was silent.

Ice blinked his surprised eyes. First, Zhang returned quickly, then the thin man returned, and now Song Wennuan returned. Everyone has unique skills, and everyone has this amazing talent.

They are different in appearance, but they have one thing in common, abandoning the vast world, returning to the mere flower city, rejecting the invitation of the regular professional club, and returning to the little saber.

What kind of charm does that boy who is confident and eye-catching when he smiles, make them call him brother willingly, and make them not hesitate to abandon a glorious road and return to the saber.

"Ah!" A shrill girl screamed, piercing people's eardrums with slight pain, perhaps because they were attracted by the scream, or maybe because it was so lively, many people focused their attention on the screaming girl.

The girl pointed at the entrance of the indoor stadium with her white fingers tremblingly, her small face was sallow with fright, and she couldn't connect the words, she said in shock: "Blood, blood, devil, devil!"

Everyone followed the direction of the girl's finger and raised their eyes to look. The whole audience was shocked, and no one was excluded.

A thin figure covered in blood walked slowly and silently, as if what came was not a living person, but a walking corpse with an empty body but no soul.

A pair of sleepy eyes seemed to be stained red with blood, and there was an eye-catching but dazzling blood bead hanging from the corner of the slender eyes. Blood, blood was all over the body, on the hands, on the face, and on the body.

Every time he took a step, he left a bloody footprint on the ground that made people's hearts suffocate. Every time he took a step, he yelled a heart-piercing roar.

"Give me back my brother!"

"Give me back my brother!"

"Give me back my brother!"

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(End of this chapter)