Doomsday Sanctuary

The rest time was a bit longer this time, it took half an hour!

The battle just now was extremely fierce. Some people were evenly matched, almost fighting in the same way. Although they were rescued, they needed time to rest.

During the break, some exciting battle scenes were played back in stereo, and the audience was full of enthusiasm, because the screening was different from the previous viewing. Before, from the perspective of God, after all, there was still a distance, and the viewing was not enjoyable.

The current broadcast is a direct panoramic display, even the details can be seen clearly, the skills are more brilliant, and the battle is more intense.

After half an hour, all the players played, the scene changed, and 172 players were randomly assigned as opponents and appeared in the ring.

But there was only one female archer who had no opponent. When the female archer was announced to enter the next round, she almost fainted with excitement.

You must know that the cruelty really began in this round, and how lucky she is to enter the fourth round, it can be said that she has directly entered the top 100.

As Di Ping said, sometimes luck is also a kind of strength!

Sure enough, as Qingfeng thought, when he saw his opponent, his heart was dimmed. His opponent was a strong foreigner, also a second-tier and seventh-level professional barbarian, a defensive and powerful professional. His nemesis.

He is a speed fighter, and he is fast, but the opponent is defensive. If he can't break his defense, everything is useless.

He saw the picture of this strong man just now, and he smashed a foreign strong man directly into the air.

Looking at the strong man who looked like a hill, Qingfeng gritted his teeth, he must pass the barrier and enter the top 100, otherwise he might be trapped in the second and seventh level.

"Boy, let me go down, or your grandpa Barcelona will smash you with a stick!"

Barcelona carried a ferocious black iron mace and used a helmet with horns to hit the mace to make an annoying metal crash with a look of arrogance.

"Chang!" Qingfeng's face was cold, and the sword was unsheathed, and he shouted coldly: "Don't talk nonsense and see the truth under your hand!"

At this moment on the anchor station, Shen Manshu was explaining, she said with a deep worry on her face: "The chief disciple of Qingfeng Longhushan, the second-tier and seventh-tier, his strength should be able to rank in the top 100, but this time The opponent he matched is too unfavorable for him, I am afraid that Qingfeng has encountered Waterloo this time!"

Tian Yu smiled and said: "Not necessarily, Barcelona is powerful, but not flexible enough. As long as Qingfeng Daochang can use the kite-flying method to walk him out of strength, he will definitely win!"

"How can a little barbarian pass the Qingfeng Dao long!"

"Agree, Qingfeng Daofeng used your sharp sword to cut him into a stick!"

"I think Xuan, this guy is not easy to deal with, it is difficult for Qingfeng!"

"Fart! What's the problem, Qingfeng is handsome, it's just a matter of sword!"

"What kind of breeze is not clear, quickly move to my blue ring and see who my goddess fights this time!"

"Right right! Quickly change, whoever wants to watch men fight, what to see!"

Tian Yu just finished speaking, but subtitles popped up on the screen like it was raining, saying everything.

Shen Manshu was concerned about Lan Ruoyu. They were acquaintances, so he hurriedly said: "It seems that many people pay more attention to our goddess of thunder and lightning. Let's see who the goddess of thunder and lightning is against!"

The scene was changed and moved to Lan Ruoyu's arena, the scene was close, and the real scene was directly displayed inside the arena.

On the ring, Lan Ruoyu stands with his back on his back, and the sword on his back is not out of the sheath. On the opposite side is a very handsome mage, wearing a blue mage robe, a golden rod in his hand, dyed white hair, and long hair fluttering. Out of the wind.

Using elegant and gentleman movements, he bowed slightly, with a charming smile on his face, and said: "In Xiajiang Fei, the head of the Rongcheng Feihong Mercenary Corps, I am very happy to be on the same stage with the young lady. Are you lucky enough to meet Miss!"

The other party was polite, Lan Ruoyu was not too rude, so he nodded slightly: "Lan Ruoyu, the leader of the Lan Yu mercenary group!"

Jiang Fei raised his brows slightly when he heard this, and said in surprise: "It turns out that Miss Lan is the most beautiful mercenary captain in the rumors, Lan Ruoyu, the goddess of thunder and lightning!"

Lan Ruoyu blushed again, and hurriedly said, "This is a false transmission, so it can't be true!"

"No, no, no...Miss Lan is too self-apologetic, Miss Lan is definitely a country with a beautiful appearance, a face of a sinking fish and a wild goose, a posture of a clear water lotus, and a goddess!" Jiang Fei's eyes There was infatuation in it, as if he was really obsessed with Lan Ruoyu's appearance.

Although Lan Ruoyu had seen a lot and had immunity, Jiang Fei praised it very well. She had no hint of frivolity, so she had to blush and say, "Mr. Jiang is absurdly praised!"

Jiang Fei looked at Lan Ruoyu affectionately, and said, "Miss Lan, I really can't do this fight, or I will give up! I really can't do anything against Miss Lan!"

Lan Ruoyu hurriedly said: "No! Mr. Jiang doesn't need to be like this, please don't show mercy in the first battle!"

"This..." Jiang Fei hesitated for a while and said with some embarrassment: "Miss Lan, regardless of the outcome of the match for a while, Jiang Fei hopes to become friends with Miss Lan!"

Lan Ruoyu nodded and said: "Yes!"