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Chapter eight hundred and seventy-one, Qin God, nine

He is a straight man, and he understands a p!

You can't lose anyway.

Losing is an insult to him!

Have the ability to fight on the bed.

He may not be the one below!

The more Lin Feng thought about it, the more he became, the more flaming he was. He picked up the blocking cannon and rushed out directly!

Just as Bo Jiu said, his keys are much faster.

In addition, the game characters that Lin Feng himself operates can jump, so a set of actions is very smooth.

Lin Feng moved on the side. After collecting the troops, he jumped to the right and took a boss in the wild area and retreated to kill the soldiers.

The movement and speed really changed when the camera was photographed.

As I said before, the duel between experts is never on the right path, but will be chosen in the jungle area.

The two team members of Tianxia Hongtu glanced at each other and surrounded each other, and wanted to come over and attack Lin Feng directly.

After all, Yun Hu was not with him!

The two men were moving quickly across the grass, and their slender fingers moved their positions left and right.

They are all national players, and their positioning and operation are very beautiful. If you take out one of these masters in ordinary game competitions, they can bring up the rhythm of the whole group.

But here is a national competition.

Everyone's strength is not too weak.

When Lin Feng switched his perspective, he of course saw the two figures rushing towards him.

He first retreated backwards and retreated back to the grass, then aimed the cannon at one of them with a thin blood. After a bang, he pointed it at the person who was already close to him.

The opponent's ultimate move was raised, and Lin Feng's blood went down to half of the can.

But he did not leave, but shook to the left and jumped back, his fingers flying fast.

The other party was not feeling well, and after such a wave of attack, his brows frowned.

The scene was very fast, with dazzling special effects.

But even so, the commentators were a little shocked: "What's going on? Lin Feng's attack power is so strong that they haven't developed yet?"

Feng Shang also thought it was very powerful. If he were alone, he would definitely not dare to do this one-on-two.

"Hand speed." Bo Jiu said two words.

Feng Shang looked confused.

Seeing this, Bo Jiu didn't care. There was a great god next to his right hand. He just put his fingertips on Qin Mo's wrist and tapped his index finger down twice, which meant to make him pay attention to Lin Feng's mouse clicking.

Feng Shang didn't know if he didn't read it, but he suddenly realized that the number of clicks seemed to be much higher.

"The difference between killing one knife and killing three knifes."

This is the meaning of hand speed. If the number of clicks is too high, the damage will definitely increase.

Feng Shang now understands.

However, there is one thing he didn't tell his idol.

When Qin Shen saw his idol knocking on his wrist, his always beautiful brow raised his deep eyes in an indescribable danger.

Speaking of which, the same is true for idols. It is not enough to knock on who can demonstrate, but it just knocks on Qin Shen.

What is the difference between plucking hair from a tiger's tail?

Bo Jiu didn't pay attention. After all, in addition to the competition, her eyes would also look at a certain position in the audience station.

Such a signal is to hold on.

Hoshino understood at first glance, picked up the coffee, placed it on his lips, and tapped his fingers on the cup.

I knocked five times in a row, which was not very fast and very rhythmic.

This is a body code word that is often used in the industry, which means that there will be five minutes to finish the competition.
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