Lanliu Bingbao, the venue for the men’s free martial arts semifinals
For this competition, all members of the Late Summer Friends Club came to this grand ice sword venue, which was different from the previous design concept of the women's venue Ice Valley Orchid. The core of the men's field is swords and conquest, so the high platform of the finals is an altar wrapped in countless sword clusters, surrounded by countless chariot wreckage and dragon skeletons, so although the Scarlet Heart Gym often causes troubles, But its actual level is also very high.
If they are willing to give.
. Relying on the power of a certain president, all members of the Late Summer Friends Club were present, and they all got the best seats in the front row.
Mo Xiaojing was dressed in the usual snow-white swordsman uniform, carrying the ice-blue giant sword that never left his body, with black hair shawl, face like a crown jade, and eyes like paint. He became more and more extraordinary and handsome, attracting the attention of the girls on the scene. There was a lot of screaming.
But his opponent did not come.
Ye Qing frowned in the audience: "Sister Xue, isn't he coming?"
Ao Xuehua smiled bitterly: "This time, I really don't know anything."
Time passed by, and everyone waiting at the scene began to feel a little anxious. The elder referee looked at the huge ice clock suspended in the distance and announced loudly: "Since the contestants did not arrive at the designated time, now I... …”
"Wait a minute." A gentle voice sounded without warning: "I'm sorry, I'm really sorry, some personal matters have delayed the time."
As he said this, a black figure appeared out of thin air on the field. He was wearing a silver mask, his red hair was like burning flames, and the clear blood-red pupils under the mask were like the purest red gems.
The elder referee glanced at the man who suddenly appeared. He seemed to be hesitant to speak and spoke loudly: "Since the contestants have arrived, the competition will continue as usual."
"Now, I announce that the game has begun."
As these words were spoken, a transparent barrier rose up and completely enveloped the Blade Altar.
When the outside world was completely cut off from the sounds inside, Mo Xiaojingfang smiled and said lightly: "I thought you wouldn't come."
"Why won't I come?" The silver-faced man also said calmly.
"So you are Qian Mo?" Mo Xiaojing suddenly asked.
"So you are Mo Xiaojing?" The silver-faced man also asked.
The two looked at each other and laughed at the same time.
"Why are you laughing?" The silver-faced man stopped laughing and looked at the man opposite.
"I'm laughing at what you're laughing at." Mo Xiaojing said.
The silver-faced man stepped forward and raised his hand, and red flames rose from his palm: "Do we still need to continue our competition?"
"Everyone below is watching. It would be very embarrassing if we don't fight."
"Then who will make the first move?" the silver-faced man asked with a smile.
"This is a very important question." Mo Xiaojing nodded seriously.
"How about we just chat?"
"A very constructive suggestion." Mo Xiaojing nodded seriously.
"So." The silver-faced man smiled and said, "How have you been spending the past six months?
"It's okay." Mo Xiaojing replied with a smile: "The current president of the Student Government Association, what do you think?"
"Although I don't understand it, it seems very powerful." The silver-faced man seemed to say seriously.
"What about you?" Mo Xiaojing smiled.
"You don't know that I'm very powerful now, right?"
Mo Xiaojing laughed dryly: "It's hard not to know."
"If anyone knows that the two of us are here saying these useless words, our whole life will be ruined." The silver-faced man stretched out his hand to hold the mask: "You have to live well, otherwise life will be too boring."
"I feel like your words have finally ruined half of my life." Mo Xiaojing said seriously.
The silver-faced man smiled: "Since we have such a tacit understanding, how about getting married?"
Mo Xiaojing tilted his head and smiled: "You have a tacit understanding with everyone, right?"
"Are you jealous?" The silver-faced man said in a teasing tone, half-smiling but not smiling.
"You can be so narcissistic."
The silver-faced man did not dwell on this issue, but said directly: "Should we fight or not?"
Mo Xiaojing turned his head and smiled: "I think it's better not to fight. After all, I can't beat you."
"Then who would be better off abstaining?"
"How about punching?" Mo Xiaojing said, raising his right hand high, turning around and walking towards the audience.
This is a sign of abstention. It seems that Mo Xiaojing came on stage just to say these words to the other party.
Then he gave up and admitted defeat.
At this moment, there was a soft sound of eggshells breaking.
The barrier of Shizune's protection was artificially broken, and the blue-haired girl jumped onto the altar of ice and snow, stood in front of the two people, and asked her questions coldly.
Ye Qing, who had been watching from the front row, quietly watched the two people mime on the ring. When he confirmed that the man wearing Qian Mo's old attire was not someone he knew, he finally couldn't help but rush forward. .
"You are not Qian Mo, who are you?"
With these words, she broke through the broken barrier.
When she decides to do something, there are really few people in the world who can stop her.
From the moment this person appeared, he was assumed to be the man who came to help that night, and this possibility was reinforced with the enlightenment at the lake not long ago.
But all this was shattered when Ye Qing judged that this person was not Qian Mo.
Who is he and why does he take the name of Qian Mo?
This is what Ye Qing wants to know.
With blue hair as soft as seaweed hanging down to the crook of her legs, the Ninth Princess of Lan Ye held a snow-white dagger with a cold light and asked calmly. She just used this dagger to penetrate the barrier of the high platform with one blow.
This is Liushuang, a dagger that can destroy any magic barrier. It was given to her by the Lord of Xicheng Mountain as a gift for cooperation.
"Liu Shuang." The silver-faced man's voice was slightly surprised, and then he said seriously: "You need me to do something."
"Take off the mask." Ye Qing said coldly.
Mo Xiaojing was shocked and angry: "Xiaojiu, shut up!" Then he turned around and shouted: "You can't pick it off, you know the consequences." After saying that, he turned around and flew forward to snatch the dagger from Ye Qing's hand.
"Sorry." The silver-faced man's voice sounded faintly. "Since Xiaojiu has made her request, she has no other choice but to comply with it."
As he said this, he opened his right hand, and a golden light bloomed instantly. This light was like a second sun, creating a golden curtain wall between Ye Qing and Mo Xiaojing.
At the same time, he slowly stretched out his arms and took off the silver mask on his face.
Mo Xiaojing made a quick decision and finally pulled out the ice-blue giant sword behind him. With one stroke of the sword, a blue sword light like the blue sea was drawn out, tearing the entire golden curtain apart. However, he saw that Ye Qing was staring at it with dull eyes. The other person in the mask murmured helplessly.
"Why, it would be you."
The man smiled calmly: "Why not me, my dear kitten, I haven't seen you for half a year, you have become much more beautiful."
After taking off the silver mask, his hair color and eyes changed at the same time, revealing his true face.
The dazzling golden long hair is flowing and smooth, and the eyes are like molten gold flowing. The visitor's eyebrows are slender and long, but there is no sense of delicateness at all. Instead, they add a bit of irrepressible heroism.
The youngest emperor of the oldest empire in the world finally appeared in this equally ancient city.
