Vanguard of the Eternal Night

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As soon as the shadow dance step came out, the flower blowing flower simply lost its resistance. His melee flexibility was far from reaching the level of shadow dance.

But he is also very good-spirited, saying that only melee attacks are used, so there is no need for long-range attacks.

Fortunately, Tyrone did not use the shadow dance to bully him for too long. When the flower was blown to the critical level, a flash flashed away from his melee attack range.

The flower blows his long bow and wants to play it. At first glance, the thief is not dead.

Tyrone did not entangle with him, continue to press the kite step, all the way to suppress him outside the scope of the attack.

After the two of them in tandem, it seems quite tacit.

——But this tacit understanding is based on how the flower blows can't touch the four buds and the one who is depressed and vomiting blood.

The male commentary: "Oh, still a little!"

The female commentary: "It's a pity, I can only touch one side of the four masters every time."

The male commentary: "Four Master's darts have already pressed his bloodline to a very low level - I am afraid that the flower blower has not thought about it. One day he will be bullied by the pressure line kite step! ”

Flower blows: good luck! ! !

On that day, he finally realized the fear of being flying a kite for the first time.

In the 20th second of the game, the flower-blowing was released from the kite and it was almost tempered. It felt like a large kite and kept chasing the four masters.

But just can't chase!

Then, he suddenly found that the front four masters suddenly turned back.

The flower blows the heart and screams: It’s 20 seconds, and I feel that the next second I will be a little life!

Tyrone no longer puts his kite, but suddenly turns back, with a long string of darts once again taking away a touch of life, in the blink of an eye, the two are close again!

The male commentary said nervously: "There is no chance! The blood of the flower blower is too low now, but the Odin player is almost intact! Can you decide whether to win or lose in this round?"

It’s incomparable to know that this is his last chance. I don’t hide, just wrestling with one leg and trying to control Tyrone.

Tyrone did not eat his control skills at all. In front of his eyes, he was an elegant backflip. People were still flying in the air, and the darts had reached the front of the flowers!

The flowers are particularly unwilling, and as the Taylor turns around, continue to reach out!

His movements were stagnant, and as the last trace of blood was taken away by two darts, it was turned into white light.

At this time, Tyrone was lightly landed, and the man was still in a kneeling position, and the scene was suddenly closed.

The system shows: At the end of the second game, the player Odin wins with 2:0.

This also means that this year's champion has been born here!

When both players were sent back to the stage, the audience had already started a continuous cheering, and with the warm atmosphere, the gorgeous lights on the stage began to flash and swirl.

The host Leprechaun forcibly pressed and excited, according to the process, first handed the microphone to the loser to blow flowers and asked him what he thought.

Although the flower was blown with a mask, but at first glance it was dejected and squatting, and after taking the microphone for two seconds, he said, "I am sorry everyone."

On the public screen, I flashed a series of words to comfort him: "Flowers don't cry, stand up!" "Flower you are good!" "We are still waiting for you here next year!"

Then I blow flowers and say, "I am sorry everyone, I have not been able to get rid of the vest of Siye!"

Tyrone has never wanted to care about him at this time!

host:"……"

Audience: "..."

Only the commentary response is faster: "...hey! It’s no wonder that the flower blower is so obsessed with melee, it turns out that he wants to slap the mask of the four gods..."

Hua Binghua grabbed the microphone and said sadly: "I wanted to leave some welfare for everyone before I left. I didn't expect that I couldn't even do this. I was a failed melee parade."

On the public screen, it was a series of appeasement: "We have already felt your sincerity and flowers!"

"It’s okay to spend your time, and your own mask is completely ok!"

Hua Binghua completely ignored the words on the public screen, sighed sadly, turned his head and shook hands with Tyrone: "Congratulations, champion. As early as our first game, I had this hunch. ”

They played the first game, they didn't move each other, but when they bloomed, they said: I felt the birth of the champion.

And now, the champion is really born!

In an instant, the salutes rang, the lights were flush, and the fireworks were blasted in midair. The huge screen showed the scenes of the champions.

The audience applauded and applause gathered into a crowd of cheers.

Such a frenzied frenzy, even the crown of the king who Tyran had seen, and the pope ascended the throne.

He felt strongly that he only needed to recruit a hand, and thousands of people would call his name in unison.

All the cameras around him at this moment, all eyes followed him, this guest came up to hand the trophy to his hand.

Tyrone took over the trophy and blinked because of the overly bright lights. Then he saw Victor sitting in the first row and laughing like a flower.

As if to perceive his own gaze, Victor put his hands on his mouth and said with a mouth: You are the best! The world's first universe invincible super male god!

Tyron curled up his mouth and suddenly felt that it was really fun to be a champion.

He glanced at the trophy in his hand and suddenly reached out and threw it toward Victor.

The trophy was hollow and fell directly into Victor's arms, while the latter looked like a slap in the face, facing more than a dozen cameras turned around and brushing his throat.

Tyron's hands clasped his chest, and Jun couldn't help but watch Victor holding his trophy and he was overwhelmed by the trophy.

Victor: ...oh, oh yeah?

More than a dozen screens have recorded this scene, and the public screen has been neatly brushing the middle of the "congratulations to win the championship", and suddenly a lot of laughter.

The atmosphere at the scene was really too warm, and many of the audience even burst into tears and shouted.

Even the director did not deliberately adjust the rhythm, letting this joyful atmosphere continue.

The host Leprechaun also excitedly handed the microphone, and finally had the opportunity to ask Taylor again loudly: "Four Lord! Congratulations to win the championship! Do you have any testimonials?!"

Tyrone just took the microphone, and there was a shout of buzzing underneath: "Just say it!" "One more word, four Lords!" "God of War!"

Although Tyrone laughs under the mask, it doesn't matter if they say a few words to them, but he really doesn't know what to say.

Tyrone·Old Antique·Assassin Master Odin, silent for a long while, finally said: “Thank you.”

host:"……"

Audience: "..."

The two explanations still wore a headset, and at this moment they smiled and said: "Oh, the iceberg **** is really an iceberg god!"

"Other people's awards are: thank you parents, thank you to the companions, thank the coach, thank xxtv... the award-winning testimony of the iceberg goddess is highly concentrated: thank you!!"

The eyes of the four fans are full of tears.

——There are not a few materials that the male gods can talk to in the end of the year. Every day, they are hungry to die, crying!

Everyone is very happy, very excited, and even many people can't help but scream to vent their emotions.

Finally, the host Leprechaun could not help but said: "Men, I, I can I have a photo with you?"

Tyrone gestured, and the little goblins flew flush to his shoulders.

Two cameras are aimed at them and the pictures are faithfully recorded.

On the public screen: "Ah, ah, ah, envy, hate! Have a photo with me!" "You are a tortoise little goblin, you are private in the public! False public!"

I haven’t finished it yet, and the flowers have come over, deliberately imitating the little goblin and saying, “Men, I, I, can I have a photo with you?”

Tyrone screamed.

The flower blows into the frame, and then he sighs with a sigh of relief, suddenly turning back to a bear!

All the cameras and all the spectators are aiming at them - Tyron thinks and still bears.

The flower blows the flower so slyly, and then when the hand is released, suddenly a dragon grabs the hand -

Hold on Tyrone's mask and run!

Electric light stone fire.

At the moment when the flowers ran out of lightning, Tyrone turned and turned his back to all the cameras.

Everyone: "!!!!!!"

Moderator: "Nani -?!!"

Commentary: "哎哟 槽 !!! This counterattack is amazing!!!"

Fans: "Hey - Yeah - Ah -!!!"

The flower blows the flower and grabs the mask, and rushes to another corner in one breath, and is excited to say directly to the audience: "Fortunately, not to be insulted, hahahahahaha!"

The flower blows the flowers and laughs, and ecstatically turns two turns in the same place, and then suddenly finds it wrong.

Audience: "..."

Flower blown flowers: "..." = mouth =! What about my mask? Why is my mask gone? !

Fans: "Hahahahaha, you are falling!"

The flower is very young, and it has a rather tender face. The eyes are narrow and long, so I will feel like a windy face.

The audience was very laughing for a while, then everyone’s attention was suddenly sucked away by the other side!

Because on the other side of the stage at the moment, Tyrone sighed, and the drooping left hand clutched the flower-blowing mask.

"The acting is good." Tyron said to the flower.

Then he turned around and didn't evade. He faced all the cameras and said, "There is nothing to watch. After reading it, I will accept the curiosity."

After re-squeezing his face in the team, Tyrone changed all the places where the avatar could be replaced, including the universal image of the virtual world.

So now there is no doubt his own face.

Everyone at this time: "..."

The assassin never felt that it was a matter of tension, and did not understand why other people were so obsessed, so he said very plainly. After waiting for two seconds, he put on the flower-blowing mask and stepped down.

Until the mask buckled, someone reacted underneath: "Oh ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah"

With an incomparably warm scream, the audience exploded!

"Mom, I saw God!"

"You call it ‘nothing to see’, there is nothing to see in this tm world!”

"Fold the mask and eat it! Ah, ah, I want to kill the mask!"

"Don't go! Male god! Please ask me to take another look! I am going to die!!!"