Ye Ye Academy Orchid Ice Castle Women's Free Martial Arts Venue
This is a vast ice and snow garden. The designers of the venue ingeniously placed the ring in a recess of the venue, surrounded by countless huge swaying flowers of ice and snow.
These ice and snow flowers form seats one by one, and they are staggered to provide each audience with the best viewing angle.
And Ziquan stood quietly on the high platform of ice and snow, looking at the opposite side with a smile, her dove-gray eyes shining slightly: "Before the game starts, can you say a few words to me?"
Opposite her was the cold silver cloak. Xingxi's face was hidden under the veil. She shook her head calmly: "I'm not good at communicating with others."
Ziquan smiled: "But if I lose, will you kill me?"
They were in a completely soundproof arena. No one could hear their conversation, and no one's voice could reach this high platform of ice and snow.
Although the silver-haired girl is much larger than Ziquan, she is only the petite figure of a 16-year-old girl. At this moment, she continued to shake her head: "No."
Ziquan was very interested: "Then, the last question, you seemed to have failed to give your best in the previous games, so how much power will you use in this one?"
Xing Xi spoke calmly, without any attempt to hide it: "Level 15, I will limit the power to level 15."
Zi Quan was quite surprised. She really didn't expect this young girl to be so honest. She glanced at her again and said, "What a comfortable answer. No matter where you stand, I like you very much, Your Highness Xingxi." , I am Ziquan, I wish us a happy battle."
Yes, in a sense, Xingxi is indeed a worthy royal highness. She has the dual blood of the Ste royal family and the Xingche royal family. In a sense, she is the most noble woman in the world.
It's just that everyone only remembers her as a weapon.
I never remembered that she was actually an extremely noble princess.
But maybe even she doesn't think so.
Ziquan slowly drew out the rapier specially used for the competition, and quickly drew a fiery red trajectory in the air. This was a complicated magic pattern, and it was also the most powerful attack method of the Demon Swordsman. Relying on them, the Demon Swordsman was called It is a leapfrog professional household.
As long as they complete the magic pattern, they can easily unleash an attack far beyond their level in an instant.
But Xingxi watched calmly and said calmly: "You seem to be special."
At the same time as these words were spoken, Xingxi's figure began to move.
Follow the sound waves.
If you hadn't seen it with your own eyes, it would be hard to imagine that this girl could have such speed.
Like the wind.
Or faster than the wind.
Almost in an instant, Xingxi came like a stream of light in front of Ziquan, who was far from completing the magic pattern.
Ziquan sighed slightly: "Really, so fast."
Then, without any hesitation, the leader of the Feiyu Group gave up on the magic pattern that was about to be completed and put away his sword.
Block.
Weapons are indeed weapons.
She opened her mouth to speak, but attacked the moment she spoke.
She waited for the other party to complete the magic pattern, but then destroyed it on the eve of completion.
Every step she takes is based on exquisite dance steps, taking you step by step towards death.
Xingxi was already in front of Ziquan, her hands empty.
Opposite her is an opponent holding a sword.
The silver-haired girl pointed calmly, hitting the sword that Ziquan was blocking.
There are some people in this world who are born without the need for weapons.
Because they themselves are weapons.
"Clang" sounded crisply.
The thin sword broke under Xing Xi's finger.
Xingxi and Ziquan took two steps at the same time due to the backlash.
But Xingxi's attack is far from over.
The moment she touched the ground, her toes tapped the finely carved ice surface, and she rushed up again.
Time has just passed by three fingers.
Ziquan's figure swept back, and at the same time he flipped his wrist, a flaming sword instantly condensed out of his hand, and then he swung the sword across.
Xing Xi's face was expressionless, and a very faint silver light appeared on her right hand.
The girl who swept forward reached out directly to grab the flaming sword in the air.
The whole audience burst into thunderous exclamations.
No one expected that such a fierce battle would occur between the two sides after just a few breaths.
"It's truly a weapon." Mo Xiaojing sighed.
Ao Xuehua said lightly: "She didn't use all her strength. So far, her power fluctuation has not exceeded the fifteenth level."
"But she has maintained her peak level of fifteen without any decline." Qi Xia looked at the silver-haired girl on the stage.
At the end of summer, Friends Club paid unparalleled attention to this eight-to-four knockout match. To put it simply, everyone was present.
There is only one question that Ye Qing is most concerned about: "So, does Ziquan have a chance to win? She is a twenty-level magic swordsman."
"I don't know." Ge Sheng stared at the stage and replied, "I really don't know."
Ziquan bit her lip slightly. The moment the girl grabbed her sword, the flames shattered as her thoughts surged. As the flames devoured everything, she leaned over and rolled out without grace. .
Sometimes the ugliest moves are the most practical ones.
As Zi Quan rolled away, a silver ray of light broke out from the flames and cut off her short purple hair.
The silver-haired girl faced the explosion that was only a few feet away from her, and her expression did not waver at all. She just calmly used one hand to push away the flames in front of her eyes, and used the other hand to hit the mark that could have knocked the opponent unconscious. breath.
After the attack failed to work, her fingers rushed out in the flames, and rays of silver light followed Ziquan's figure and emitted almost at the same time.
Such scorching flames seemed to be of no use to her.
Ziquan formed seals while rolling. She was a demon swordsman. Demon swordsmen are not equivalent to magic and martial arts practitioners, but they can use a considerable amount of pure magic.
For example, in front of you.
Ziquan has never formed this fire-type seal so quickly, and has never finished chanting the ancient mantra so quickly.
At this moment, she was the flame itself.
The master never needs any reason to use the power of his servant.
The dazzling red flames were like rising phoenixes. The silver light was completely swallowed up without any warning. Ziquan jumped up in the flames. With his left hand slightly open, flame flowers bloomed one after another.
Those are flowers blooming from the underworld, Manzhu Shahua.
Xingxi looked across and finally stopped the torrent of attacks that she had never stopped once she started. She still said without any fluctuations: "Is this the body of fire?"
Ziquan looked at the flames dancing on his fingertips and shook his head. The girl was surrounded by flames but did not suffer any burns at this moment: "Probably, you all call me that, so I think so."
"This is the power that belongs to the realm of gods." Xingxi looked at the red flames opposite, Ziquan stood in the flames: "But you don't seem to have the consciousness to become a god."
Zi Quan shook his head: "I never thought about being a god, I..."
Ziquan's voice stopped suddenly.
