A crisp sound announced the end of the life of animal trainer No.66.

No one knows that Yan Xue planted a plug-in on No.65, not even Liang Ping.
But everyone can be sure that Yan Xue must be dead, otherwise it is impossible to make a ghost step in a row.
Killed No.66 animal trainer, No.65 Yan Xue recovered her cold expression and walked slowly into the ring without looking at people’s surprised expression.
The next stage is the 34th group.
No.67 painter wins against No.6 spiritualist.
Group 35
No.69 swordsman versus No.7 swordsman. No.69 swordsman wins.
The 36th and last group.
No.71 spiritualist vs. No.72 swordsman
No.72 is Liang Ping looking at No.71 spiritual practitioner with a depressed face. He is just a soft heart. Do you really want to kill a complete stranger like this?
Chapter one hundred The first round of the last group ()
It’s also a living human life. If you kill him here by yourself, he will never have a chance to come back to life.
After watching the 35 groups of tragic duels in front of me, I finally felt my heart hesitate at last.
Mushroom Gong tugged at Liang Ping’s sleeve and whispered, "Hey, it’s your turn."
Liang Pingzhong frowned.
"I was thinking, do I really have to kill him to complete my mission?"
Mushroom smell speech face a heavy way, "you wake up, ok? That person is coming to kill you. Look at him carefully. If you don’t deal with it properly, it’s not certain who will die."
"Huh?"
Liang Pingwen heard an incredible shock and looked at the platform. The spiritual practitioner at No.71 saw that he was of medium height, with a depressed face and pale face, holding the moon shadow machete and shaking his hands. He seemed extremely nervous.
"But I can’t tell him anything."
"That’s a fake," said Mushroom Gong with a face of affirmation.
Liang Ping has some understanding.
So a face of surprise said, "How can this be fake?"
Mushroom male is ha ha a smile "if I didn’t guess wrong, this No.71 spiritual practitioner is definitely not a * * but an ultra-modern science and technology to the mecha"
"What mecha?" Liang Ping has never heard of "how can a player in the game be a mech?"
"Liang Ping, don’t think about so many mecha first. You will know if I guess correctly that Chen Hai wants this mecha to end your life."
"What? Why would he do that?"
"Because you’re in his way and you’re going to fight him, he won’t let you go."
Liang Ping did have some epiphany after being explained by Mushroom Gong, but it is still hard to believe that that seemingly wretched guy in Taiwan would be a man without flesh and blood.
"If he is really a mecha, how should I deal with it?"
"Many people know that you are immortal, so he should exhaust your endurance value. You should constantly replenish your endurance value and then blow it up."
"But the durability value will not die if it explodes."
"But if the mecha burst, what is the result?"
"Amount"
Liang Ping suddenly came in vain. In fact, although he has an immortal hanging, if his body bursts like a giant before the wind, even if he has an immortal hanging, it is also a dead end.
It is prudent to take out the cloud sword from your personal backpack and walk cautiously in the ring.
It’s an incredible pleasure to walk 3 meters high to find that people are looking down at everyone from a height, but it’s definitely a problem how to blow him up when the opponent is a mecha.
I was dubious, but when I approached 5 meters in front of No.71 spiritual practitioner, I finally found that Reagan, the eyes of No.71 spiritual practitioner, did not have the slightest emotion. The gray ordinary moon shadow machete also had a strong spiritual pressure.
"Lying in the trough!"