Lanliu Ice Castle, the venue for the semifinals of the men's free arts

In this game, at the end of summer, all the members of the Friends Club came to this grand ice sword venue, which was different from the design concept of the previous women's venue, Binggu Youlan. The core of the men's field is sword and conquest, so the high platform of the final is an altar surrounded by countless sword clusters, surrounded by countless chariot wrecks and dragon skeletons, so although the Scarlet Heart Gym often makes a little moth, its real level is also very high.

If they are willing to give.

。 Relying on the power of a certain president, all the members of the Friends Club were present at the end of the summer, and they all got the best positions 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 and a shawl, his face was like a crown of jade, and his eyes were like paint, and he became more and more extraordinary and handsome, which caused the girls on the field to scream endlessly.

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. “

As the minutes passed, the people waiting at the scene began to be a little anxious, and the referee looked at the huge ice clock suspended in the distance, and announced loudly: "Since the contestants did not arrive at the appointed time, I ...... now"

"Wait." A warm voice sounded without warning: "I'm sorry, I'm really sorry, a little personal matter delayed time." ”

As he spoke, a black figure appeared out of thin air, wearing a silver mask, his red hair was like a burning flame, and the clear blood-red pupils under the mask were like the purest red gems.

The referee elder glanced at the man who suddenly appeared, seemed to stop talking, and said loudly: "Since the contestants have arrived, then the game will continue as usual." ”

"Now, I declare that the game begins."

With this sentence, a transparent barrier rose and completely enveloped the sword altar.

When the outside world was completely cut off from the voices in it, Mo Xiaojing smiled and said lightly: "I thought you wouldn't come." ”

"Why wouldn't I come?" The silver-faced man also spoke lightly.

"So you're a stranger?" Mo Xiaojing asked suddenly.

"So you're Mo Xiaojing?" The silver-masked man asked rhetorically.

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 Road.

The silver-faced man stepped forward and raised his hand, and a red flame rose from his palm: "Do we still need to conduct our competition?" “

"Everyone below is watching, if you don't fight, won't it be very shameless."

"So who's going to strike first." The silver-faced man asked with a smile.

"It's a very important question." Mo Xiaojing nodded seriously.

"Why don't we just talk like that?"

"Very constructive proposal." Mo Xiaojing nodded seriously.

"So." The silver-faced man smiled: "How have you been doing in the past six months?"

"It's fine." Mo Xiaojing replied with a smile: "The current chairman of the student self-government association, what do you say?" “

"I don't understand, but I feel like it's amazing." The silver-faced man seemed to be serious.

"What about you?" Mo Xiaojing smiled.

"I'm very powerful now, you don't know it."

Mo Xiaojing smiled dryly: "It's hard to think about it." “

"If anyone knows that the two of us are talking about these things here, if they are not nutritious, they will be ruined for a lifetime." The silver-faced man reached out to hold the mask: "You have to live well, otherwise life will be too boring." “

"I feel like my life has finally been ruined by half with your words." Mo Xiaojing said seriously.

The silver-faced man smiled: "Since we have such a tacit understanding, shall we go and get married?" ”

Mo Xiaojing tilted his head and smiled: "You have a tacit understanding with everyone, right?" ”

"Is this jealousy?" The silver-faced man had a sarcastic tone that seemed to be smiling.

"You can be narcissistic like that."

The silver-faced man did not dwell on this issue, but directly said: "Whether we are still fighting or not."

Mo Xiaojing smiled sideways: "I think it's better not to fight, after all, I can't beat you." ”

"So who would abstain better?"

"How's it about a fist?" Mo Xiaojing raised his right hand high as he spoke, turned around, and walked towards the audience.

This is a sign of abstention, it seems that Mo Xiaojing came on the stage just to say these words to the other party.

Then he abstained and conceded defeat.

At that moment, there was a soft sound of eggshells cracking.

The barrier of silent protection was artificially shattered, and the blue-haired girl jumped onto the ice and snow altar and stood in front of the two people, coldly asking her own questions.

Ye Qing, who had been watching from the front row, was quietly watching the mime between the two people in the ring, until it was confirmed that the man who was dressed in Qianmo's previous costume was not someone he knew, and finally couldn't help but rush forward.

"You're not Qianmo, who are you?"

With these words, she broke through the broken barrier.

When she decides to do something, there are really few people in this world who can stop her.

From the moment this man appeared, he was tacitly assumed to be the man who came to the aid that night, and this possibility was reinforced by the enlightenment of the lake not long ago.

But all of this was shattered when Ye Qing judged that this person was not Qianmo.

Who is he, and why is he taking the name of Qianmo?

This is what Ye Qing wants to know.

The seaweed-like supple blue hair was draped down to the crook of her legs, and the ninth princess of Lan Ye held a snow-white dagger with a cold light, and asked calmly, she was just using this dagger to penetrate the enchantment of the high platform with one blow.

This is Flowing Frost, a dagger that can destroy in defiance of any magical barriers, and was given to her by the Lord of the West Castle Mountain as a gift of cooperation.

"Frost." The silver-faced man's voice was slightly surprised, and then he said, "Something needs me to do." ”

"Take the mask off." Ye Qing said coldly.

Mo Xiaojing was furious: "Xiao Jiu stop! Then he turned around and shouted, "You can't pick it, you know the consequences." As he spoke, he turned around and flew forward to snatch the dagger from Ye Qing's hand.

"I'm sorry." The silver-faced man's voice sounded faintly. "Since Xiao Jiu has already put forward her request, then there is no other way but to obey me."

Saying this, his right hand opened, and a golden light bloomed instantly, such a light seemed to be the second sun, separating a golden curtain wall between Ye Qing and Mo Xiaojing.

At the same time, he slowly stretched out his arm and took off the silver mask on his face.

Mo Xiaojing made a decision immediately, and finally pulled out the ice blue giant sword behind him, and with a single sword, a blue sword like a blue sea was drawn out, tearing the entire golden curtain open, but he saw Ye Qing staring blankly at the other party who had taken off his mask, and muttered helplessly in his mouth.

"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 are much more beautiful." ”

After taking off the silver mask, the color of his hair and eyes changed at the same time, revealing his true face.

The dazzling long golden hair is flowing and soft, the eyes are like molten gold liquid flowing, and the eyebrows of the person who came are slender and long, but there is no sense of slenderness, but it adds a bit of irrepressible heroism.

The youngest emperor of the oldest empire in the world has finally appeared in this equally ancient city.

(End of chapter)