Chapter 65 Limit of the game 1

"Did you escape?" With a determined purple face, a trace of accident flashed in his eyes, and the contracted pupil was instantly enlarged, "How dare you dodge?"

He tried his best to suppress the anger that had just surged up in his heart. He raised his head. At this moment, his eyes had slowly returned to their usual appearance, as quiet as water. Obviously, he put away his contempt for the thirteen swords and turned to face him solemnly with his attitude towards the deadly enemy.

Ziyan stared coldly at the thirteen swords that were still standing on the stage without saying a word, and said coldly, "Although I use ordinary attacks, you only dodged it by instinct, which shows that you are indeed a master!"

"Instinct?" The voice of the thirteen swords sounded indifferently on the stage for the first time, but his words were full of jokes, which made the people on the stage and off the stage couldn't help cursing arrogantly.

"Let's estimate!" The corners of the thirteen swords pulled slightly and smiled indifferently.

"You are really crazy!" Ziyan, who was facing him, made his eyes deeper, just like the silence before the rain.

"This is wonderful!" Wangchuan looked at Ziyan's eyes unexpectedly and suddenly said.

"Wonderful?" Xu Chang scratched his head ignorantly. Although he couldn't understand his headless words, the court was really wonderful. Although it was not as good as what was on TV, the temperament of the master was complete.

"There's too much nonsense. If you don't attack, then I'll come!" A trace of impatience flashed on the face of the thirteen swords. After saying that, a trace of sharpness flashed in his originally calm eyes, "Be careful!"

The voice has not dissipated, and the toes of the thirteen swords rushed out quickly like an eagle set.

"It's so fast!" Xu Feng, who secretly watched the thirteen swords, saw here and narrowed his eyes tightly for fear of missing a trace of key. "Is it a sensitive warrior?" Xu Feng guessed secretly.

"It's really a master!" Wangchuan looked at the thirteen swords on the stage, and he had to admire the agile movements and praised them again.

Ziyan ignored the words of the thirteen swords. He retreated, kept the distance from the thirteen swords again, and moved his footsteps, but the movement in his hand did not stop, and the long bow on his left hand was opened again.

"Three consecutive shots!"

Ziyan shouted, and his right finger suddenly let go. The three arrows were shaped like a character, and they swept towards the thirteen swords one after another.

Wow!

The three arrows cut through the air and made a strong whistling sound, which was faster, more fierce and diseased than the previous six arrows.

In an instant, three arrows came to the front of the thirteen swords and gradually dilated in his pupils.

"Dangerous!" Seeing the scene of the thirteen swords falling into this danger, Xu Feng's eyes suddenly opened slightly and couldn't help screaming.

"Sure enough!" Wangchuan looked at the dull thirteen swords and shook his head disappointedly.

"Good job!" Seeing Ziyan's powerful blow, Xu Changman and passers-by shouted excitedly.

However, the thirteen swords suddenly disappeared at the moment when the three arrows appeared.

With a flash of the figure, the remnants of the thirteen swords appeared to the left of Ziyan's 15 yards.

"It's not disappearing, it's too fast!" Seeing this unexpected scene, Xu Feng quickly recalled in his mind and carefully calculated, "Just now, the thirteen swords were centered on the feet, and the body turned in a large arc, and quickly approached Ziyan by acceleration!"

"Step by step, it's really terrible!" Thinking of this short moment, the thirteen swords completed these difficult movements, a deep trace of fear flashed in Xu Feng's eyes, and his body trembled slightly. Anyone who saw the tiger-like existence would unconsciously have a trace of awe from the bottom of his heart.

"This?" Obviously, Wangchuan was also stunned by the scene in front of him. He actually... Avoided the three consecutive shots of Ziyan.

"It's my turn!" The thirteen swords in the fast march said steadily, choking! His right hand slowly pulled out the long sword behind him, and the three-foot green front flashed with a faint light under the scorching sun.

Wo!

The thirteen swords carried the acceleration power of running and pushed directly towards the right side of Ziyan at a very fast speed.

"A sensitive master?" Ziyan raised his left hand, covered his eyes, and then moved away. The vision suddenly appeared. His eyes at this moment were suddenly covered with a layer of blue light, and the end was extremely strange.

"If you want to rely on speed, then come on!" Ziyan's tone at this moment is unprecedentedly fierce.

"That's interesting!" The surprise in Wangchuan's eyes slowly receded and was replaced by interest. He was looking forward to saying, "Next is the battle for speed!"

"That pair of eyes..." Xu Feng looked at Ziyan's abnormal eyes and said in surprise, "Is it Hawkeye!"

Hawkeye, a necessary skill for reconnaissance to enlarge the archer's vision.

As we all know, people's normal vision is limited. With Hawkeye, his vision will be more widened and can keep up with the speed of others. Ziyan's strength must have more than doubled.

These thoughts flashed quickly in Xu Feng's mind, and Xu Changman next to Xu Feng kept his saliva, stared at Ziyan with his eyes shining, and muttered, "It's Hawk's Eye. If I can..."

"Eagle Eye?" On the ring, the thirteen swords running flashed a trace of surprise on his face, but soon dissipated. He lowered his eyelids and said, "What a trouble!" The sound is inaudible.

Wo!

The speed of the thirteen swords surged again, and the whole person turned into a shadow and quickly hunted towards Ziyan.

Ziyan's blue eyes suddenly contracted sharply. Although his body repeatedly retreated and practiced kite tactics, it was obvious that the speed gap between the two sides was too large, and the distance between the two sides was slowly being narrowed by the thirteen swords.

"Is it so exaggerated?" Xu Chang frowned tightly and looked at the ghostly speed of the thirteen swords with a little astonishment.

"Yes!" Wangchuan said seriously, and his expression at this time changed from the beginning of watching the play to the current grimness. "His speed has broken through the attribute limit of the game. Unexpectedly, unexpectedly..."

Speaking of this, Wangchuan couldn't help shaking his head with a longing face.

"Breakthrough, Limit?" Xu Feng looked at this scene in surprise and heard Wang Chuan's words. He immediately turned his head and asked doubtfully.

"Hmm, both breakthrough and limit are the conclusions of professional players after testing and summarizing!" Wangchuan looked at Xu Feng with a little excitement, and then continued to look back and stared at the fierce fight in the field. "The president of our Free League is also a scattered professional player. These points were what he told me a few days ago!"

"What the hell is going on?" Xu Feng's eyes are full of thirst for knowledge and a strong desire. Without a job, he can only hope for this game. Therefore, he wants to become stronger and will not let go of any elements to become stronger.

At this time, Xu Changman's ears also stood up tightly and listened carefully.

It is obvious that the passers-by know this, so his attention is all on the ring.

"The fantasy world claims that the simulation is close to reality, you should know!" When Wangchuan saw that they were so interested in this matter, he immediately did not hide his privateness. He subconsciously touched his nose and said leisurely.

"Ye" Xu Feng nodded, which is something that everyone knows.

"Since it is close to reality, some fighting skills in reality can also be applied here, right!" Wangchuan raised his head, looked at Xu Feng with fixed eyes and said.

"Yes, that's right!" Xu Feng was slightly stunned, and then nodded with approval, just like his magic technique. Because the technique is flexible and fast, it has become close to instinct, so he can also do it in the game.

"In reality, there are some hidden martial artists who use some skills to make their speed, that is, instantaneous movement, gain a short-term surge. Of course, it is not the type of 100-meter race." Wangchuan was stunned for a moment. Xu Feng's reaction was different from what he expected. Did he know it for a long time? Then he shook his head. Everyone had their own secrets and no longer thought about it, so he casually said some knowledge.

"For example?" Xu Changman felt messy, so he couldn't help inserting into the topic and raised questions to Wangchuan.

"For example, the light body skills in our Chinese martial arts!" Wangchuan's eyes were full of infinite longing and muttered.

"But this is a game!" Xu Changman asked in disbelief.