League of Legends God-level Summoner

　　 Half an hour passed quickly.

　　 As the white-robed old man slowly stepped onto the stage, the noise in the audience gradually decreased.

　　 If the big guys just watched the playoffs just now, then the real good show will begin now.

　　 After the first level of selection in the knockout rounds, those who can remain are naturally the samurai with a higher level of cultivation. If you want to take advantage of the quarterfinals, there is almost no such possibility.

　　 "In the first round of the quarterfinals, Lu Chuan will face Kenny Morton." The white-robed old man stepped down after announcing the list of matches, and there was another discussion in the audience.

"Is that guy played? The first game is arranged for them to play against. It seems that even the organizers of Demacia are not very optimistic about that guy." Generally speaking, strong players will be released as the finale. , Because the competition tends to become more and more intense, the mood of the audience is getting higher and higher.

　　 If the two most powerful people are arranged to collide at the beginning, then for the audience, after watching this scene, they will not need to watch the rest.

　　 "Hehe, that guy has come to this point. It's luck to get into the quarterfinals by luck."

　　 "By the way, how many people bought the kid in the gambling game just now?"

　　 "No one, hahaha, who would be so stupid to waste money on him, I would rather waste it on the sow's belly."

In the midst of a series of disapproval of Lu Chuan, Lu Chuan slowly stepped onto the stage. His opponent in this match was Morton, who had been in the underground black boxing match all the year round, although his strength was only just entering the stage. Brass 3 stars, but those harsh methods, even people with higher strength have to guard against it.

　　 Morton doesn't like to talk very much. After taking the stage, he stood quietly, and after taking a few glances at Lu Chuan, he lowered his head, waiting for the white-robed old man to announce the start of the game.

　　 "How is Lu Chuan's chance of winning this game?" Jana stared at the stage and asked Ahri.

"Be at ease, you just, he almost beat me before he even stepped into the realm of samurai. Now he has reached the brass 4 stars, and who knows how many hole cards he has, facing a brass 3 stars Guy, it's not that much pressure." Ah Li shrugged his furry ears very carelessly, apparently very optimistic about Lu Chuan.

　　 As the white-robed old man fell, Lu Chuan and Morton both drew out their weapons.

Morton’s weapon is a **** glove with a weird shape. On top of the glove, there are a few sharp spikes, because the spikes themselves are extremely thin, and their penetrating power alone is not as good as that of ordinary swords. The spikes on the glove are sharp.

　　 "I learned it." Moulton nodded politely to Lu Chuan first, and Lu Chuan also bowed back to him.

After 　　, Morton was no longer polite, pulled his legs up, waved his hands full of spikes, and rushed towards Luchuan.

Morton’s angle of attack was very strange, not like an ordinary samurai. He attacked people’s chest, armpits, and heads. Instead, he directly targeted Lu Chuan’s main target. Back with both hands!

Generally speaking, when people are hurt, they will subconsciously make chest protectors with two hands, head headshots with both hands, etc., with both hands to protect the vital actions, then at this moment, the back of the hands will be exposed to the outside, which is also the best attack. aims.

　　 Obviously, Morton, who was wearing a spiked glove, wanted to start directly from the back of Lu Chuan's hand.

　　 He first punched him, trying to force Lu Chuan to lift his sword to defend, and then took a chance to punch Lu Chuan on the back of his hand.

It’s just that Lu Chuan’s steps at this moment seem to be stepping on the wind, and the whole person instantly pulled back a few minutes. When Morton just wanted to chase, Lu Chuan stiffened his waist and rushed back again. , The inertia and explosive power of a sword slashed down fiercely.

　　 "Boom!" Morton closed his fists and clamped Lu Chuan's Duolan sword with the staggered spikes between his gloves. With his three-star brass strength, he forcibly held the attack of Lu Chuan's sword, only to snorted, and then relieved the strength on the hilt.

"it is good!"

"Pretty!"

　　 Seeing Morton's quick response to intercept Lu Chuan's unexpected attack, everyone cheered.

　　Compared to Lu Chuan, there are still many spectators in the audience who pressed Morton's bet, but Lu Chuan did not make a bet. The spectators naturally hope that Morton can retreat with one move.

　　 But with the constant applause from the audience, Lu Chuan suddenly smiled apologetically to Morton, as if to announce the end of the game.

　　 Morton was startled, and secretly took precautions.

In the knockout rounds, he also watched the match between Lu Chuan and Solo, but he was not as stupid as the unpowered audience in the audience. The so-called layman watched the excitement and the insider watched the doorway. Lu Chuan defeated Solo. It's not just luck. Whether he is strength, speed, or agility, he is much stronger than a warrior of the same rank. So Luo who is not wary of it will suffer this big loss.

It’s just that when Morton was still secretly thinking about what means Lu Chuan would use next, he suddenly felt that between his gloves, the blood-red long sword that was restricted by him, suddenly a touch of heat appeared. , Even the air in front of him became a little distorted because of the heat.

　　 The temperature of the hilt of the sword rose to the extreme in almost an instant, and a layer of flame soon burned from the hilt.

　　 Morton was horrified, and stepped back again and again, trying to get away from the flame, the temperature of the flame was too high. If he gets close like this, he will be roasted into a piece of black charcoal before Lu Chuan releases his sword.

　　 "Like the Fire Sword!" Without waiting for Morton to retreat a few steps away~www.readwn.com~ Lu Chuan directly threw the Lihuo sword intent on the hilt that had not yet fully condensed.

A group of flames seemed to be thrown out in a chaotic manner, but it was encircled, spreading almost one-third of the arena, enclosing Morton, and as Lu Chuan gently danced his sword hilt, the flames kept shrinking and burning. The range of energy contained in it has also been concentrated to a dangerous point as the fire shrinks.

"I surrender! I surrender!" Morton hurriedly raised his hand when he saw this. Although he still had unused cards, his cards were close to give the enemy a fatal blow, like this old man who was separated from Lu Chuan. Far, still surrounded by a group of flames constantly approaching him, Morton was helpless and had to give up the game.

　　 Lu Chuan raised his arms suddenly, and the flames instantly turned into a cloud of white mist and disappeared on the breeze arena.

　　 "Lu Chuan wins." The white runner announced the final result of the race with a blank face.

　　 At the moment the results were announced, the audience fell into a dead silence.

　　 Audiences, look at me, I look at you, with your mouth open but you can't speak.

　　 If they said that the match against Solo just now was considered a coincidence, then this match against Morton, who was born in black boxing and whose strength is in the brass 3 stars, is it also a coincidence?

　　 The audience watched as Morton was pushed back step by step by Lu Chuan, and finally chose to admit defeat when they were helpless.

　　 That weird fire sword exudes uncomfortable heat. When the fire sword was revealed, the audience who was closest to the periphery clearly felt the heat contained in it.

　　 If this is not a proof of strength, it can only be said that the holding of this martial arts meeting is as childish as a child's play.