C917 Three-year Dynasty
"Sometimes luck is also a part of one's strength. I can only say that it's not unreasonable to choose Galio."
The child's expression was a little strange. Other than this, he really could not think of any other suitable words to describe it.
Although Galio only had blood left and could be taken away with an A, Sejuani was also in the same condition. Although her health had recovered to dozens of points, she still could not bear facing Galio's passive A.
In the end, she could only take a look at the Residual Blood from afar, Galio, and then turned around and left.
"Awesome! Killing Yao Ji after killing two people at once. You, Galio, have some stuff."
MLXG accepted the fire dragon and gave Lin Cheng a thumbs up.
"Amazing! Galio killed a demon princess by himself. This chicken is going to shut itself up."
The Letme smiled evilly. Although it wasn't sincere, they were both opponents now. It was naturally best if they could easily win.
"Invincible, alright. I'm really curious. What kind of thing does Lin Cheng not know how to use?!"
Five took a deep look at Lin Cheng. The depths of the pool of heroes were terrifying.
On the IG side.
They had already lost the Fire Dragon and were already at a disadvantage. Now that they were killed in the middle, the situation instantly fell into a disadvantage. Their chances of winning were terrifyingly low.
"Brother Yijin, I..."
Little Leyan lowered his head in self-blame. If he could attack a little more and his important WW skills did not have a MISS, the situation would be completely different.
"It was my mistake. It has nothing to do with you."
Chicken took a deep breath and clenched his fists. His heart was filled with unwillingness.
If it wasn't for the fact that it was too much, Galio would have already fallen and he would have been able to leave in a carefree manner.
If he could do it again, he definitely wouldn't be able to act cool. He would honestly follow along and take down the head.
Unfortunately, there was no 'if'. It would have happened if it had happened.
"This Galio, he has something."
In the SKT lounge, Khagan held his chin with a contemplative look on his face. He stared at Galio on the screen and felt a tremendous amount of pressure.
As expected, the OMG would be their opponent in the next round of the semifinals.
"It's alright. It's not that this Galio plays well. If that's the case, then it would be better to say that he plays too badly. If that W skill just now did not retreat... If we rush forward and attack him together, we will definitely be able to kill him. Unfortunately, he was frightened by Galio's Qi. "
The devil king Faker shook his head. If it was him, he wouldn't have made such a mistake just now.
"Although it was Brother Yijin's mistake, it wasn't a serious one either. I still think Galio is too terrifying. He has mastered every control skill perfectly. Especially the last time when Brother Yijin rushed into the defensive tower while Sejuani defended the tower. After flashing and dodging the E skill, he actually took the initiative to charge towards Brother Yijin. "
"You have to know that in his condition, as long as he was hit by an A, he would be sent away. In the end, after a series of skills were connected, Brother Yijin didn't even have the chance to fight evenly with an A."
The AD captain took a deep breath and frowned as he analyzed the situation in a more comprehensive manner.
"No matter what, I must win this year's championship! No one can stop me!"
Faker clenched his fists, his voice full of determination.
He wanted to make up for his previous regrets before he retired. He wanted to take out a perfect three years!
He wanted to be the champion of the three years' S Series! He wanted to establish a super empire that only belonged to him!1
"Then we'll have to rely on Brother Xianghe to win the championship."
The captain grinned and said.
The competition continued.
Although the IG quickly regained its spirit, under the lead of the well-developed Upper Single Threat, it attempted to roll up the earth again and restart.
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