The seventh match day of the women's freestyle team

"Break!"

Nan Sheng lowered his head and accepted the cry of victory, and the small stone plaque on his waist rang non-stop like a wind chime.

Keep winning! Even if it's the Gengumi, I'll have to hit it.

She told herself so in her heart.

Otherwise, I will live up to everyone's expectations.

It has won seven in a row, and as long as you win three more people, you can retain the right to challenge. Nan Sheng bit his lip: In this case, being in the top eight can be regarded as the lowest guarantee.

"Keep up the challenge!" She faces the referee.

"Hojo Song."

The referee read out the name of her next opponent.

"Do you want to continue fighting?"

"Response." She whispered yes, then looked at her opponent who was slowly walking up from the stage, and was suddenly stunned.

A scar!

She saw a scar.

On that originally white and beautiful face, a not-so-eye-catching but conspicuous scar was carved under the corner of the eye.

"Surprised?" Seeing her surprised look, the opponent shook his head: "So you're going to lose, little girl." ”

It's obviously close to her age, but the other party calls her a little girl as a matter of course. Nan Sheng didn't want to accept the title, but she couldn't refute it.

I don't know why, she asked, "Does it hurt?" ”

"It didn't hurt at all when you first cut it, because at that time you just wanted to kill that bastard" Hojo Ge was covered in a smart black tight leather coat, and when she heard her opponent's inquiry, she shook her head and replied: "It hurt for three weeks after that, but that guy didn't even have a chance to hurt." ”

Nan Sheng couldn't believe that the person in front of him answered so calmly.

The almost fatal injury, the disfigured scar, she didn't care at all.

The upper age limit for the Lanliu Club women's free style is 24 years old.

But she definitely didn't look more than eighteen.

"But I'm going to win!" Nan Sheng gritted his teeth, spoke, and rushed over.

The Lanliu Club Freestyle is one of the few competitions that is open to individual registration, and according to the convention, the Lanliu Club group stage is divided into four groups, and the individual registration window for freestyle is set up in the Xuanhuang group.

As a genius selected by Tianlan Academy, she was supposed to represent Tianlan Academy in the ground group, but after arriving in Ye Yecheng, her participation voucher was gone! She held on to her last hope to go to Ye Ye Academy to apply for a replacement, but was told that if she didn't have the participation voucher provided by the academy, she could only enter the Xuan Group to compete.

The Xuan Group is a place where foreign geniuses fight and fight, and it has always had the title of the Hell Group, and even the elites of Ye Ye Academy are often defeated by the geniuses killed by the Xuan Group.

There are not too many treasure rewards for the Lanliu Club Freestyle Champion, but participants have always flocked to it because it is a supreme honor, and almost every Lanliu Club Freestyle Champion will be considered the strongest young generation of the year.

Nan Sheng naturally didn't expect to win the championship, but she definitely didn't want to give up so easily, so she still gritted her teeth and signed up for the Xuan group.

So it has to be won!

Although there are only two promotion spots in the Xuan group, if you choose to rest after ten consecutive wins, you can retain the right to challenge at the end.

She is one of the most powerful classes in the freelance sport, the magic swordsman.

The thin sword in her hand danced, and the magic pattern had gradually emerged in the run, which was the pattern of flames, rising and burning gradually as she ran. She knew that her opponent was tricky this time, so she directly used the strongest technique!

Flame tulips!

Hojo looked at the girl who was rushing towards her, and she swung her sword in the air, and four bright beams of fire flew out in the shape of tulips.

This is the magic swordsman, the spell is compressed to the extreme, and the use of magic relies on the magic pattern of the thin sword to resonate and induce, so it has unparalleled casting speed and powerful attack ability.

But Hojo looked down and smiled.

The last thing to fear is the fool-like magic swordsman.

She turned sideways, dodging the two flames, and then her hands wrapped in black arms swung down like falling geese, and the bright flames dissipated in front of her arms.

Nan Sheng was stunned, she had never seen someone who could smash her flames with her bare hands.

"Not empty-handed." Seeing the stunned expression of the girl opposite, Hojo Ge shrugged her shoulders slightly, flipped her wrist slightly, and two short daggers as thin as cicada wings flipped out of her arms like birds, and Nansheng couldn't even see how she could conjure these two daggers.

"A weapon that can be seen is not scary at all." Hojo Song said lightly: "You can't beat me, admit defeat." ”

For a cold woman like her, it is already the greatest mercy to say words that make her opponent admit defeat.

Because the girl in front of her, although her strength is not bad, her temperament is as gentle as a cat. A cat she had a chance to become. So she didn't want to strangle the cat with her own hands, so she scared it away.

Nan Sheng looked at her and put away the dagger that she couldn't see where it was, and then re-grasped the sword and was about to swing it again.

How could she give up.

But she lowered her sword halfway through.

"I said, let you throw in the towel." Hojo said coldly.

She had already come to Nan Sheng. Such a quick raid, such a skillful dismantling, before Nan Sheng racked her brains to come up with the demolition moves she usually practiced, she lightly pointed at Nan Sheng's white and tender neck.

Nan Sheng could feel the metallic edge hidden in her fingertips—it was like a needle.

As soon as Nan Sheng wanted to speak, he heard the referee stop: "No, you can't go up." ”

She couldn't help but tilt her head and noticed that there was a third person in the ring.

The man clicked on the barrier of the ring, then walked in, tilted his head and said flatly, "She can't admit defeat." ”

It was a petite maiden, dressed in a wide silver cloak embroidered with bright stars.

"Why?" Hojo Ge stared intently at the girl who suddenly appeared, with silver hair and veils, and only a pair of golden chilling eyes exposed.

Ignoring the referee's warning, she clicked on the barrier that had been used to remove distractions and walked in.

"I was told she couldn't lose." The girl said plainly.

Nan Sheng told herself that she had never seen such an unforgettable girl.

But why should she help herself?

The referee shouted angrily from the audience: "Only two people are allowed on the stage during the ring match!" ”

"Two people?" Nan Sheng heard the girl in front of her thoughtfully, although it was like a question, but it was more like an answer.

The cold touch on Nansheng's neck disappeared instantly, and when she looked in front of her, she found that the girl appeared in front of her at that moment, Hojo Song had fallen to the ground softly, and she was so fast that she didn't even have time to move her fingers just now.

"Now there are only two people left." The girl said this to the referee, and then squatted down slightly, and her plain white fingers gently touched Hojo Song's waist.

Nan Sheng saw it, and her finger pointed to a dozen thick white stone plaques, and Nan Sheng had won seven in a row, so she had eight.

But there are definitely more than fifty in front of them.

Then she saw the stone plaques shatter silently at the girl's fingertips, turning into ice chips and scattering all over the ground.

She was stunned: "You, what are you doing?" ”

"Someone asked me to do that, too." The girl raised her head, her golden eyes as calm as water: "He took your things, and then found that it was useless, so he asked me to help you enter the quarterfinals." ”

Her voice was unequivocal, and Nan Sheng didn't understand what was going on at all.

But the maiden had already lightly touched her waist.

Nan Sheng couldn't help but take a step back and cover it tightly, but he covered the ice chips in his hand, and couldn't help but say angrily: "You ......"

The girl nodded calmly: "Xuan Group contestant, Star." ”

She took the other person's anger as an inquiry.

She turned calmly, her long silver hair swaying like a waterfall.

"All you have to do is bring your original one."

Nan Sheng subconsciously looked at his waist, and the position where there was originally a string of stone tablets was now only an empty one.

It has its own name on it.

"Xuan Group contestant, Nan Sheng."

(End of chapter)