The sword flashed, and the last black feather slashed into the air.

At this time, Deldorn's feet had already crossed a trail of hundreds of meters.

But he is well aware that this is not the end of it!

After a barrage of kicks, Lucia's offense was at its peak.

Without the slightest hesitation, Deldorn swirled his swords and converged into a shield.

He saw Lucia's kick, which had reached the limit of speed and strength, and kicked him hard.

This foot is still straight without the slightest deviation, simple without the slightest fancy.

But it seems to have the potential to break through the mountains, and the sound of the sonic boom can't catch up, leaving only a black phantom.

"Bang!" Deldorn's figure flew out by the time the stomping sound sounded.

A circle of spatial shocks suddenly dispersed, and the yellow sand burst out, like an open barrier, straight up to the sky.

Deldorn felt that the kick flew sideways like a mountain, shattering all his magical defenses and disintegrating the shield of dawn in an instant.

He slammed into a rocky mountain, and the rocky mountain shook and shattered, and in an instant it was torn apart, and the smoke and dust stirred, and the huge mountain flew out and fell to the ground with a bang.

The shield of the Magical Ring in Deldorn's hand then opened, instantly clearing to zero.

His hands trembled slightly, as if the momentum of that kick was still working.

Far up in the sky, the sea of souls brought huge waves and swept in.

Deldorn felt like a falling leaf, swept up by the storm, and couldn't help himself.

He was horrified, his fists clenched, trying his best to calm his state of mind and stabilize his mind.

What kind of great power is this? Such a large-scale impact also makes him feel like a fluttering body and an ant with such a force?

At this moment, he realized how unfathomable this world really was.

And what he will face in the future is the same bottomless center of power.

Deldorn's usually indifferent eyes gradually rose to helplessness, he knew that she must have already lost, and losing this game was not the most important thing.

On top of that, he's afraid he simply won't be able to win another battle.

That's a battle against the entire empire like those two teenagers last night!

In the distance, Lucia looked at Deldorne's expression change, but there was no longer that teasing meaning on his face, but he touched his chin thoughtfully.

He is actually very aware of Deldorn's predicament, because it is very similar to Rheinfel and Shirleya, but Deldorn's temperament is very different from Rheinfel, and the future is probably even more bleak.

"This soul shock...... Lucia looked at the mountains in the distance, "the captain did it on purpose?"

He seemed to understand Andres's intentions somewhat.

In the distance, in the boulder forest, Isabel's eyes were wide open, her blue pupils bloomed with a treacherous brilliance, and her figure was motionless.

The stone pillar at För'er's feet moved sideways, and in an instant it was in front of her, surrounded by sand and dust, gently holding her figure away from inadvertently falling.

He looked at Isabel with a light expression, no trace, and it was difficult to see the mood swings.

In the distance, Andrés's soul power was still pouring into Isabel's soul in an endless stream, almost approaching its limit.

Only Verelle knew that in the entire battlefield, except for Alkena, who bore the brunt of the attack, Isabelle's soul impact was the strongest, and this was obviously deliberate by Andrés.

At the top of the mountain, Alkena, who was at the center of the soul storm, also noticed the difference in the flow of soul power, and said to Andrés with a slight expression: "Are you testing her limit?"

She, of course, refers to Isabel and her god-snatching method.

Andres's eyes shone with dazzling brilliance, looking straight as if he was a god, containing an incomparable gas, and nodded slowly, "I haven't seen the method of seizing the gods, I want to know what realm this unique ability can reach." ”

When Alkena heard this, he smiled bitterly.

In this case, Andrés was actually tempting.

"You've been hiding your strength, and you don't plan to give it your all?" Alkena said in a deep voice.

Hearing this, Andres shook his head lightly and said, "What do you think is the meaning of the duel?

Alkena was stunned and couldn't help but say, "Of course not!"

"Yes, haven't you always been like this?" said Andres: "What kind of opponent you face, what kind of strength you use, to enjoy the fun of fighting, to understand the skills and abilities other than the energy level factor." ”

Alkena heard this, but he couldn't refute it.

He had been on the top for too long, and suddenly changed his position, and it was difficult to adapt for a while.

The head of the Four Heavenly Kings of Garand, the heir of the most powerful family in the south, and the strongest student of the Imperial High Department, he has too many titles, although he usually seems to be unimpressed, but in fact, he has always had a sense of condescension, overlooking the world.

He had never experienced the feeling of looking up until he had encountered a real mountain.

But now, he finally had to look up.

"Looks like there was nothing wrong with the Magic Channeler last night. "I really want to know what the numbers are." ”

Andres smiled faintly and said, "Even if you ask, with the stubbornness of that old-timer, it is impossible to tell you." ”

"It doesn't matter. Alkena shook his head lightly, "Even if he doesn't tell me, I'll find out soon." ”

As he spoke, his gaze swept as if he wanted to break through the independent space and look far away.

No one knew who he was looking at, except for the one he was watching.

Rheinfel's eyes narrowed, and he had already guessed what Arkena was going to say next.

"You said that only he can be your opponent, and the battle for the pinnacle throne of this empire will definitely be fought by you, right?" said Arkena.

"Yes. "Andrés naturally knows who 'he' refers to.

The vast majority of viewers know it!

And their eyes were almost focused on Rheinfel at this time.

In Andrés' eyes, did he only agree with him from beginning to end?

But in front of the Megis Academy, there is also an Ishlander Academy, which is the champion of the Central Theater and a team with extraordinary strength!

And Suzeren, a genius created by the first family of the Empire, also showed invincible strength.

Why are they so confident?

Many are still skeptical and looking forward to the semi-finals.

Whether Andrés's words will come true or not depends on Suzeren's strength after all!

At this time, in the independent space, the snow has run out and the dust has settled.

Arkena raised his right hand and lifted the Magic Ring.

This is a race that doesn't need to go on, and even someone as strong as an Arcane King can't afford to keep it going.

The first semi-final of the Imperial Tournament, the winner.

Shenguang Academy!

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Monday's second shift.

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