Chapter 241 Who said Broken Wheel is not afraid of OB!
Chapter 241 Who said Broken Wheel is not afraid of OB!
The three of them watched from the side, approaching Chen Ke's position step by step.
When he was in the longboard area, Po Lun didn't feel anything, but now he was circling around a pillar, and he was really unable to hold it anymore.
He took a deep breath and calmed his red forehead.
Since the pillar was not easy to roll to the opponent, he would return to human form and force it away from this position.
But just as he had recovered his human form and was about to draw his sword, he saw three survivors standing next to him.
The three looked at him in confusion, and the priest even made a puzzled gesture towards him.
The other two also scratched their heads.
Broken Wheel stood there, silent for a few seconds.
He was angry and wanted to draw his knife, but a flashlight shone on his face.
At this time, the priest looked at Broken Wheel again, turned around and walked towards the big hole he had just made.
Jiang Bai thought that the supervision that was so powerful was very powerful, but he was restrained by Chen Ke with a pillar.
No wonder Chen Ke didn't call everyone over. If it were her, she would also be here and fighting with the other party with Zhuzi.
At this time, the philanthropist knocked the broken wheel unconscious and ran to the pillar.
He circled the pillar twice, then looked at the broken wheel that had been freed from its dizziness.
His meaning was very clear, he also wanted to take a detour.
At this moment, Po Lun felt himself heating up a bit.
Just now, only my forehead was a little hot, now my head is a little hot.
He stood there motionless, and the batsman behind him hit him forward one step with a stick.
His meaning was very clear, go!
At this moment, Po Lun felt that his hands were also a little hot.
After Zhongli repelled it, he quickly picked up the ball he had just hit.
The audience watched this scene and fell silent.
"Hiss——It turns out that the broken wheel is so easy to slide..."
'Although the philanthropist didn't say anything just now, I understood what he meant. He also wanted to play and escape.'
'Although the batsman didn't say anything, I understood what he meant. Go ahead, change the rotation and play with him.'
'Po Lun didn't say anything, but I think Po Lun still has no spirituality, I don't understand this.'
"If I were this broken wheel, I would have gone straight to red temperature."
'Fake ob, give me two sticks and two boards.'
"A real ob will beat you with a stick to make you play with him."
"This is really not treating the supervisor as a human being! !"
……
Looking at the three people in front of him, Po Lun felt that it was more painful than hitting his own board!
He raised his weapon and tried to smash it at the nearest person, but the striker knocked him back with a single blow of his stick, interrupting his attack.
He then tried to change into a wheel form and wanted to crush all three of them.
Who knew that when he was about to change into wheel form, the Philanthropist's flashlight directly interrupted his transformation.
When they stopped transforming into human form, all four of them fell silent.
The philanthropist quickly put away the flashlight, as if apologizing for his mistake.
It was clearly he who wanted to play the Qin King circling the pillar game, and now it was he who stopped the Broken Wheel from transforming into a wheel.
The priest was still repairing the machine over there, while Po Lun stood between the three of them, at a loss as to what to do.
He felt his whole body trembling. When the other party used a stick to drive him into a wheel form and tried to escape him, he felt the humiliation he had never felt in his life. He rushed towards the novelist in front of him with a knife. The novelist was the easiest to deal with here.
Because novelists have no props to use.
But just as he approached the novelist, the novelist was already standing under the board.
A bright white light surrounded Po Lun, and the next second, he appeared in the middle of the board.
【The novelist smashes the board and hits the supervisor.】
As the words lit up, the philanthropist had already walked in front of the broken wheel with a flashlight in hand, starting a new round of chain control.
Smashing the board and then the flashlight stuns you.
Looking at the three people in front of him, he felt powerless.
He distanced himself from the philanthropist until he was out of the flashlight's reach, then quickly cut into a wheel shape.
He wants revenge, severe revenge!
This time he transformed into a wheel and rolled directly towards the batsman, intending to stab him hard!
There were three survivors in the narrow terrain here, and he didn't believe that he couldn't stab one of them.
His quick roll this time did cause Zhongli to be unable to dodge in time. When the wheel brushed past him, a sharp spike instantly appeared in Zhongli's chest.
At this time, the broken wheel changed direction and rolled towards the batsman again.
He watched the batsman quickly find a similar longboard, and he hurried towards the philanthropist's position again.
The philanthropist was still under the pillar, but he didn't believe that anyone other than the novelist could use this pillar to escape.
Seeing that he did not come to chase him, Zhongli put his hand on his chest again and began to remove the spikes from his chest.
The three of them were in a three-way confrontation on the map, with Po Lun in the middle, chasing the three around like a dog.
One circle, two circles, three circles, four circles——
After four laps, Po Lun looked at the philanthropist with two thorns on his body and laughed.
He knew that not everyone could skillfully use a pillar to restrain the broken wheel!
Chen Ke also looked towards the philanthropist's position, and Wang Zhiyu looked directly at him.
Seeing Broken Wheel approaching, he seemed to want to take a pessimistic approach and reduce his health to half.
At this time, the Philanthropist has two thorns on his body, and Broken Wheel, in human form, can control the spikes to cause piercing damage to all survivors within a 12-meter range.
One spike is one-fourth of the blood, two are half of the blood.
Looking at the philanthropist's position, Po Lun activated his skills without hesitation.
Beat him up first!
The situation is easier to deal with after it is crippled. Just add two more thorns and then use the [Pessimism] skill to take it away.
Wang Zhiyu had been staring at Po Lun at this time. He saw a hand suddenly stretched out from the lower left side of Po Lun's body.
Chen Ke talked to them about the various supervisory skills, including how to use flywheels to dodge this skill.
When Po Lun uses [Pessimism], his external manifestation is the hand extending from the lower left side of his body.
The hand would reach out and pinch the thorn, making it look like it had snapped its fingers out of thin air.
call out--
A wave wheel flashed on Wang Zhiyu's status bar, and Po Lun had already used his skills, and the opponent did not lose a single bit of blood.
After the snap of his fingers, Wang Zhiyu looked at the broken wheel that was trying to transform and raised the flashlight in his hand again to interrupt it.
Chen Ke also followed the two people's position.
At this time, a dazzling white light appeared on Po Lun's body again, and his body appeared under a board again uncontrollably.
"boom--"
[The novelist smashes the board and hits the supervisor]
(End of this chapter)