Chapter 381 Zhao halo

Dragon Gun Thirteen was ready, but found that Zhao Zilong took a few steps with a god-like retreat. When he turned around, he saw that Dragon Gun Thirteen had not caught up. He quickly stopped and turned around. The gun in his hand was held as usual and did not make a move.

"It's easy to collect and release, and it's natural! What a magical shooting! What a superb skill!" Dragon Gun Thirteen saw it and praised it in his heart.

"Big brother is good at shooting! I'm ashamed of myself!" This sentence, Dragon Gun Thirteen, has been sent to the mouth and is about to spit it out. But I saw Zhao Zilong in Changshan opposite, faster than him!

He spit out this sentence faster than him.

If the enemy doesn't say it, I won't say it. If the enemy wants to say it, I will say it first. This is a divine opportunity.

The words Dragon Gun Thirteen spit on the tip of his tongue, but was pushed back to his throat by the original sentence on the opposite side. Suddenly, a breath made him not breathe well and cough repeatedly.

"Brother Zhao is so polite! Your set of divine steps and this set of divine tactics just now are really amazing, incredible and wonderful! It's really an eye-opener for me! In the dark, I seem to have seen a new world of gunnery, a new world, a magical realm! All of this is inspired by Brother Zhao!"

"Oh, hehe, isn't it? Is there really such a big revelation?" Changshan Zhao Zilong scratched his head with embarrassment: "That must be a little brother with good understanding..."

Zhao Zilong continued to pour water and make friends. It didn't seem that he would continue to fight down at all, and he didn't mean to win or lose.

Long Gun Thirteen's face was full of ears, and there was no usual pride.

The scene is very harmonious.

The audience outside is quit. They didn't come to see the warmth of Taoyuan Sanjieyi. They came to see the competition and watched the blood.

"Fight and scatter!"

"Continue to fight!"

"The game is your sister's! We spent so much money to buy a pig's ear and a left ear. Did you play such a play for us? Is there any mistake, you guys? You don't play profiteers like this!"

"Contest! Competition! Continue! Competition! Competition! Competition! Continue! The game!" Thousands of words finally converged into a slogan.

Although slogans and so on may not accurately express what everyone thinks, it can indeed express a certain emotion in their hearts. Most importantly, when many people shout together, it can indeed create a huge momentum.

Although Shiba has reduced the voice of the outside world to a very small part, when the slogan is shouted, it still creates a deafening feeling.

The two people on the field, Long Gun Thirteen, heard the slogan and immediately stood back from the state of respect to seriousness. The gun in his hand tightened and held the gun and punched Zhao Zilong in Changshan: "Brother Zilong! Our game is not over yet. I dare to continue to ask you for advice! Brother Zilong, please don't hesitate to teach me! Let's have a good drink after the game!"

Changshan Zhao Zilong's face was a little unnatural. He opened his mouth and couldn't say anything. He shouted loudly, shook his gun, and posed for battle.

In the competition again, Dragon Gun Thirteen was much more cautious. Once he took action, it was all a tentative move.

And Zhao Zilong still showed an unbearable messy state.

The audience suddenly got messy in the wind.

"What are you going to do, dear? Obviously, it has been exposed by people, and has been admired and even admired by opponents. Does it work to pretend to be a pig and eat a tiger? Is it interesting?"

Whether it's interesting or not, Changshan Zhao Zilong is so chaotic, so chaotic and natural, as if he has been like this since ancient times.

In the end, even the dragon gun thirteen became a little puzzled. As soon as he gritted his teeth, the long gun stood up and swept horizontally.

"Cry!" The two guns are on the same frame, the dragon gun thirteen main attack, Zhao Zilong's main defense, the attack, step to the body to the strength, the eyes to the mind to the momentum. The sweep of the long gun is like a vast Tianhe River, flying straight down 3,000 feet, magnificent, with a thunderous cushion, Xi rolled to Changshan Zhao Zilong, who was messy in the wind with the audience.

The guard, as always, made a mess and tried his best to solve the problem, so that he could put the gun barrel against the front of the slow and powerful gun of the dragon gun 13.

However, Dragon Gun Thirteen is not a tentative trick, but a practical move.

"Wo!" The bright silver gun in Zhao Zilong's hand in Changshan was knocked out of Zhao Zilong's grasp by this sweeping force. With a rapid momentum, it trembled in the air and hit Zhao Zilong directly.

With Zhao Zilong, he fell back and drove away.

Falling dust.

Dragon Gun Thirteen was dumbfounded. The audience was dumbfounded.

Which one is this?

What about the long-awaited magic gunnery? What about the expected reversal of God? What about the agreed divine outbreak? What about pretending to be a pig and eating a tiger?

Did Zhao Zilong really eat the balance and want to take the route of pretending to be a pig and eating a tiger all the way to the black? Would you rather pretend to be a failure than give up the disguise of the pig that has been exposed?

It's really incomprehenshens to understand!

"This man! Who the hell are you?" Dragon Gun Thirteen suddenly shouted and asked.

Changshan Zhao Zilong turned over, patted the dust on his body, straightened his appearance, picked up a bright silver gun, and held a fist: "A family doesn't change its name, sit still doesn't change its surname, Zhao's name is dizzy Zilong, Changshan Zhao Zilong is too!"

"Which cloud?" Dragon Gun Thirteen asked.

"Who else can be dizzy, fainted!"

"I'm dizzy!"

"I'm dizzy!"

At the scene of the game, I fainted, two pieces, three or four pieces, one after another.

It's so thunderous. After a long time of making trouble, after a copycat version of the "Long Shirt Covered Purple Dragon" appeared among the players, the system was not willing to be lonely. It ran out to join in the fun and made a Zhao Zilong stunned.

Dragon Gun Thirteen was so angry that he beat the gun, and his teeth clicked. The fists of the metal gloves were pinched and loosened, loosened and pinched, and almost jumped out to beat Zhao Cong on the opposite side into a real big pig's head.

Take a deep breath, calm down, take up the gun and hold the fist, say nothing, and walk without looking back.

He can't open his mouth and will complain when he opens his mouth.

"Brother Dragon, take a good walk! Let's meet again!" Zhao Ji's face was full of smiles, and he happily rushed out of the field and waved goodbye.

"Let me in! I want to go in! I'm going to beat him into a big pig's head!" Outside the field, there are constantly players rushing into the field. Unfortunately, as long as you enter an invisible line, it will become a pile of mosaics. They are transparent to each other and can't do anything.

"Thank you! Thank you! Thank you for coming to support me! Next time there will be such a good game, remember to ask me to participate! The appearance fee is very generous!" Zhao Haan Chong's "friends" around him held his fist and thanked him. He didn't take the eggs and tomatoes flying all over him seriously.

Yes, eggs, tomatoes, and flowers are designated by the system. They are the only props that can be used in this kind of arena so that the audience's emotions can be expressed.

"Good things, don't waste!" Zhao halo said, untied the white robe behind him, took out a pocket, grabbed several flying eggs and tomatoes, stepped on the road of egg white, egg yolk and tomato juice, walked and withdrew from the field.

There is no debris all over the body.