Dures's mood at this time was like a freshly lit flame that fell into the ice cave, cold from the bottom of his heart to his toes. As the grandson of the master of swordsmanship, Dures, who has always regarded himself as a swordsman, could not accept being a female swordsman under any circumstances.www.biquge.info

"Miss Quinn, Miss is a heroine, but after all, she is a daughter, Miss is in her youth, and she should be in the boudoir. I came here today just to prove with a sword, and I don't want to be in a group with Miss by mistake, if Miss retreats on her own, I, Dures, will come to the door another day to thank you. ”

Quinn smiled slightly, and waved his jade hand lightly, "Childe, please ......"

Dures shook his head, it seemed to him that this game was a foregone conclusion, and when he was six years old when his grandfather drove him up the mountain to hunt tigers, this Quinn had not yet been born.

"That's it, offended!" Before the words landed, the figure had suddenly rushed up, and her right hand hit Quinn's face door, and the starting hand was this kind of straightforward move, which surprised Quinn, but her figure still stood in place, so as not to respond to all changes.

Dures concluded that she would have to retreat to dodge, but her right hand was just dangling, and if she didn't have a chance to stand firm, she would fall within range of her thousand-legged attack. But he didn't expect Quinn to dare to stand still, so he turned the void into reality, and if this blow hit, it would be enough for her.

If this can also be successful, Quinn is not Quinn, but unfortunately, she is the real Quinn.

Quinn's fist wind came first, Quinn's forehead broke hair and flew up, and then his body turned sharply to the right, Dures's inevitable blow missed, and the person was still in the forward momentum, Quinn took a kick on the side, "Peng!" "Dures flew out all the way.

In the blink of an eye, Dures took the lead and missed a blow and was kicked back, which was unbelievable.

"What kind of speed is this!"

Duresbi stomped on the edge of the ring to stabilize his body, and the masonry crumbled into dust under his feet.

"Miss's daughter's body, but her strength should not be underestimated, I admire it."

Dures had an innate sense of pride, and the Okamoto family, who were well-known in Debang and had been deeply educated since childhood, were not embarrassed and polite today, despite suffering a small loss at the feet of a woman, which is very similar to that of his grandfather, Okamoto-Dulux.

"It's over, Childe, please continue."

"I'm going to draw a sword in the next place, Miss beware."

Dures's eyes were cold, and a 2-foot-square sword slowly came out of the box, and the sword body was cast and thin, revealing a faint cold light. The audience was all chilled. Quinn still stood and watched him, not moving, not taking his weapon.

"What's that!"

"Thunder Sword! The sword of the master swordsman, Okamoto Dulux, who is said to have used it to drink the blood of the lizard elders. Fiona frowned.

Dures bowed slightly, wrapping the blade of his sword in canvas. Then he stood on tiptoe, and the long sword stabbed lightly, and the sharp edge of the sword was exposed, straight to Quinn's throat.

Quinn moved, and people only saw Quinn in a long skirt fluttering like a fluttering butterfly, and the pitch-black repeater shot a silver flash.

"Ding" the sound of the iron weapon falling to the ground, and in the next second, the bewildered Dures stood on the square platform in a daze, the Yuting sword was inserted into the ground, blood oozed from the tiger's mouth, and a small and sharp silver arrow pierced his palm.

"How so." In an instant, Dures's face was as dead as ashes, his whole body was tense as a stone, and his heart was sinking as if it were filled with cold lead.

"In the second game, Quinn won. In the third game, Sen Yao played against Jiawen IV! ”

"I ...... Lost? I lost to a woman, and I lost so completely. Dures couldn't believe his ears, the referee's words were like a thunderbolt to the head on a sunny day, and it was as if someone had poured a basin of cold water from head to toe, and his whole body was numb. His brain had lost the ability to direct his own movements, and he stood there like a log, letting the soldiers knock him out of the ring.

"Boom!" A gong sounded, and a man in his early twenties smiled indifferently. Emerging from the queue, the man wore a helmet trimmed with golden tassels. Holding a halberd, the halberd is mainly dark gold, with a light as white as jade, the light is shining, the shoulder is covered with a jade-colored embroidered dragon cloak, and the green dragon's eyes are flashing with gold thread, which is extremely realistic. The man's golden eyes were curved into a crescent shape, his eyelashes were long and slightly curled, and his lips were pursed into a beautiful arc.

"Hmm, that's His Royal Highness Jiawen IV."

"Bright eyes and bright teeth, extraordinary appearance" "Well, His Royal Highness the Emperor Sun has the demeanor of a father. ”

In response to the audience's praise, Gavin IV only pursed his lips slightly, raised the halberd of Atama high, and stared coldly at his opponent with deep black and gold eyes.

Mori's full name is Jobehan Senyao, an outstanding young man who also comes from a powerful family in Demacia, and the Jobehan family may be just the tip of the iceberg among the nobles of Demacia, and is not well known. But the patriarch of the Jobhans, the uncle of Senyao, and the current diplomatic ambassador of Demacia to Ionia, Jobham Tony is a well-known figure, long before the founding of Demacia, at the age of twenty-two, Jobhan-Tony led the Dreadnought Vanguard to defeat Noxus, and assisted the former patriarch of the Aegis family, Gavin I, to establish the Demacian dynasty.

Although he had such a powerful uncle as his backing, Sen Yao, who knew that his opponent was Emperor Sun Jiawen IV, still couldn't help but feel a little palpitating, he arched down and respectfully bowed as a knight: "Don't be talented Senyao, I hope Your Highness will give me more advice." ”

"There's too much nonsense, let's let the horses come." For Sen Yao's humility, Jiawen didn't seem to be too cold, there was no ripple in his black glass-like eyes, except for the cold or cold, the dignity and arrogance revealed between his eyebrows, and the contemptuous smile slightly hooked at the corners of his mouth, deeply rooted in Sen Yao's self-esteem.

"Well, I'm not rude." Jiawen IV's contempt angered Sen Yao, and after saying a few words coldly, his hand had already reached into his waist, which was a dagger as clear as an icicle, and the sharp blade reflected a handsome face, and a little cold light condensed in the middle of the high burning blade on the blade seemed to flow constantly, adding to the sharp coolness. It was undoubtedly a good knife, and it had the inscription of John on the hilt.

"The Demon Sect's blade, the sword of the old man of Bjohan." For this short and concise dagger, Jiawen IV is no stranger, the Demon Sect Blade, is a century-old sword, legend has it that the ancient god Aatrox in the war of the gods a hundred years ago for the fallen four companions shed tears conceived by the sword. It contains infinite power, and it is a divine sword for slaying demons and eliminating demons.

"Your Highness has good eyesight."

"It's a pity, the knife is a good knife, this man ....... Alas. ”

"Hugh is quick to speak, and you can see the real chapter under your hands!"

Zhu lacquer Jinluan, Sen Yao moved first, flashed behind Jiawen like a phantom, Han Mang Sensen's dagger stabbed at his back, Jiawen did not turn around, but turned his back to Sen Yao, and the halberd was raised, and the fatal blow was removed.

"How so..... He didn't even turn around. ”

Sen Yao was stunned for a moment, and Jiawen came to him in an instant, and the halberd of Atama smashed his head and face like a mountain and flowing water, and the dagger with the ancient mark could only barely resist.

"It can't go on like this, this guy's strength is too domineering."

As soon as his mind arrived, Sen Yao withdrew the Demon Sect's sharp blade, and his steps were as elegant as the wind and quickly moved back, just enough for the tip of the halberd "Atama" to whizz and flash from an inch from his chest.

"It's my turn, Your Royal Highness!" Sen Yao snorted lightly, and the dagger swept out of his hand, poof! The Demon Sect's blade was like a cold ray pointing directly at the center of Jiawen's eyebrows, the cold light was narrow and thick, like a dragon that had just appeared, and where the cold man went, a deep ditch was drawn on the ground.

"Golden Shield!"

The audience saw only a blue light rushing into the sky, but Sen Yao clearly felt that a powerful aura burst out from Jiawen's body in an instant. The brilliant light shrouded him like the golden armor of the god of war, and as soon as the cold glow of the Demon Sect's blade touched the dazzling golden light outside Jiawen's surface, it was as dim as a stone sinking into the sea.

"Impossible!" Suddenly, Mori was stunned for a moment, exhaled short, spasmodicly, and stood still as if rooted. Unbeknownst to him, at this moment, a German military flag was inserted into the floor behind him.

"Dragon Strike!"

"Poof~" The streamer flashed, and Sen Yao collapsed on the ground, a mouthful of blood spurted out. I didn't even see Jiawen's body clearly, as if he was blown down by a hurricane.

"You've lost...... Gavin carried the Atamar's halberd back on his shoulder, his voice extremely faint with an icy aura.

"Wait.... And so on."

"Oh?" Jiawen frowned, turned around, and Sen Yao stood up from the wooden floor with difficulty, his angular face and a pair of deep eyes full of war intent stared at him.

"I ...... Haven't lost yet. ”

Sen Yao gently wiped away the blood stasis from the corner of his mouth, put his hands together and prayed in the southeast direction, "Senior, you have warned that you must not use the sword technique you taught unless you have to, but the disciple is going to break the vow today. ”

In the dark, it seemed that a transparent hilt of the sword was held in Sen Yao's hand, only the hilt of the sword was missing, but a faint shadow of the sword was cast on the dark clouds in the east. The shadow of the sword seemed to be given life, and it roamed around him freely. Bringing up his clothes and fluttering, it instantly gave people the illusion that if he was dancing with a sword like this, he wanted to ride the wind back. It is not dusty, and it is as light as a cloud.

"Alpha Raid !!"

It seemed that the clouds somewhere accidentally fell the mortal dust, covering Sen Yao's figure, making him disappear in an instant. Only a few people such as Jiawen, Galen, and Fiona knew that Sen Yao had turned into a fierce sword aura at this moment.

"There is a sword in the heart, there is a heart in the sword, this swordsmanship, is it?" Fiona's sexy thin lips were pursed tightly, and her blue eyes shone with an unknown light.

"Gavin, be careful!" Galen's anxious voice resounded in the ring, and if he hadn't been held down by the principal and several players, he would have rushed over with a broadsword.

"Come on, Mori. I'll see! Jiawen's indifferent face finally had a hint of color, which seemed to be joy, as if it was expectation. Indeed, in Demacia, no one but Galen could force him to fight with all his might. The pupils inadvertently shrank slightly, and a sharp light flashed at the bottom of the eyes. "Heaven and Earth Fall Apart!!"

After a puff of smoke, there was a circular barrier wall made of rocks on the vermilion lacquer ring, and Sen Yao's attack stopped, and he half-knelt on the ground, vomiting a large patch of black blood. Jiawen took a few steps back, and a mouthful of blood pressure dripped down the corner of his mouth.

"You're strong."

"Huh...... Unfortunately, I still lost,"

"No, if there is no Golden Shield Body. It will be me who falls. ”

The second game ended with a disastrous victory for Gawain IV, while the final match of the highly-anticipated semi-finals, Galen vs. Robert, was an eye-popping surprise. Perhaps because Gavin was injured and suffered a little irritation, Galen did not show his usual gentleness, and kicked Robott out of the ring with a very unceremonious kick just about to say a few polite words after the knightly salute. Despite the suspicion of fraud, the organizing committee of the competition, which has always regarded itself as a constitution, still ruled that Galen won on the basis of landing as a loser.

The semi-finals have come to an end, the colorful banners hanging high above the walls have been taken down, and the crowd under the ring has gradually dispersed in euphoria. The cold wind blew, curling the broken hair on Fiona's forehead, and her attention never left Sen Yao, who had fainted, and several guards carried Sen Yao away, and she quietly followed.