The last day of the Freshman Challenge kicked off with countless cheers.

The six people standing on the high platform had different expressions, but they were also full of hope for the next battle, and Mo Dye was no exception.

Ink Dye stood in the first place, looking to the side.

Except for Mo Ran and Mo Wanrou, the remaining four people are really different in style.

Dressed in a neat green shirt and holding a green jade sword, the second-grade senior known as a sword idiot, Wu Shengyue.

Defeat Yu Yanhao's sixth-level earth magician, Yan Yan.

A freshman with a blue double ponytail and a lake-blue jade cherry butterfly shirt, Lan Luoyi.

The leader of the second-year students of the Summoning Palace, Xia Momo's own sister, Xia Muyao.

The sky looked at the six genius-like teenagers and girls, and his eyes were filled with relief.

"The last day of the Freshman Challenge has arrived, let's see, among the proud men of these days, who can have the last laugh, then I announce, the final melee, begin."

The enthusiastic cheers in the stands came and went, and the six people of Moran walked up to the most central dueling platform under the gaze of countless people.

There was a strong fighting spirit in everyone's eyes, and they wanted to know more than those viewers who would win the crown.

Mo Wanrou's eyes were unconcealed at this moment, transforming from pitch-black to bloody red.

Mo Wanrou looked at Mo Ran, and the corners of her mouth hooked an evil arc: "Mo Ran, our account, let's calculate it today." ”

A powerful aura swept over Shang Ink's body, and Ink's eyes stagnated for a moment, gradually becoming solemn.

The pinnacle of the ninth level, only one step away from the commander.

The sky gave an order, and the people on the stage began to act.

Brilliant magical attacks streaked through the multicolored light, and Mo Dye responded to the attacks of several people, his black eyes staring at Mo Wanrou's figure.

Mo Wanrou attacked fiercely, and the murderous attack made the other four unable to parry.

"Mo Wanrou is wrong, there is something wrong with her attack!" Xia Muyao was the first to notice that Mo Wanrou was wrong, and shouted.

At this moment, Mo Wanrou is still hiding her strength and is not fully exposed, after all, the most powerful power, she wants to leave it to Mo Ran.

"Senior Wu, Yan Yan, Sister Mu Yao, and Mo Ran, Mo Wanrou's strength is too weird, deal with her first!" Lan Luoyi shook her long double ponytail and looked solemn.

"Okay." Several people replied.

Ink Dye pondered carefully, looking for the flaws of Mo Wan's softness.

"Burst Rock Lion, come out!" Xia Muyao released her contract beast, and there was another exclamation in the stands, and no one seemed to notice the abnormality on the dueling platform.

"Thunder!"

"The sword intent is amazing!"

"Burst of Fire!"

"Ground Array!"

Several attacks swept towards Mo Wanrou.

"Just a few of you, you want to shake me?" Mo Wanrou's bloody eyes crossed the red light, and her strength was great.

Several attacks combined into one, striking where Mo Wanrou was standing, stirring up a cloud of dust.

Everyone's view was blocked, and several people began to gradually let their guard down.

"Mo Wanrou should step down." Lan Luoyi wiped his sweat and asked.

"I guess so." Several people chimed in.

The ink dye felt the breath of the center of the dust, and his expression was awe-inspiring.

"Not good! Hurry back! Mo Ran shouted, and hurriedly dragged the nearest Wu Shengyue and Xia Muyao back quickly.

"Hahaha-" With an eerie laugh, a wave of power swept in.

The huge force swept Yan Yan and Lan Luoyi away, flew straight out of the dueling platform, and fell heavily to the ground, without the strength to fight again.

It's not easy for Mo Dye here, and the breath of the commander level is overwhelming.

Unexpectedly, the attack of several of them actually caused Mo Wanrou to go straight from the peak of the ninth level to the command level.

Mo Dye had no choice but to throw Wu Shengyue and Xia Muyao to safety.

He stood in place, mobilizing the spiritual power of his whole body to resist secretly.

"Ink Dye—" Mo Wanrou shouted Mo Ran's name word by word, her bright red eyes seemed to drip blood, and the scarlet color was full of madness.

"You waste, what are you going to do with me who is already at the level of the commander? Since you were a child, you have been inferior to me in everything, why is everyone's eyes on you now? ”

Mo Wanrou approached Mo Dye step by step, and the elders on the high platform finally realized that something was wrong.

"How can Mo Wanrou be at the commander level, Dean, you have to stop the game immediately!" Xuanxi looked at Mo Ran's gradually pale face and said anxiously.

"Stop, stop, my disciple's strength is so strong, besides, that ink-dyed death will die, and it will be her honor to die at the hands of my disciple."

The old man stroked his beard, said in a weird manner, and glanced at Xuanxi a few times with contempt from time to time.

"You ......" Xuan Xi trembled with anger.

"Ye Lao, you can't say that, other people's lives are also lives."

"That's right," several elders were very dissatisfied with Ye Lao's statement.

"Am I not right?" Ye Lao's usual contemptuous tone made the dean unable to sit still.

"Okay, let's say a few words, if there is danger, it's not too late to act." The sky stared closely at the ink dye in the center of the storm, and this female doll did not seem to be simple.

The discussion on the high platform gradually faded away, but Jun Chenyuan was very anxious.

"Commander level, ink dye, don't get hurt!" Yu Yanhao muttered, his eyes not taking off the ink-stained figure for a moment.

Jun Chenyuan pursed his lips, he really wanted to take the little woman in the center of the storm away, and then strangle that damn Mo Wanrou to death.

But he can't, the matter between Mo Wanrou and the man in black has not been investigated clearly, and Mo Ran also has grievances that Mo Ran himself needs to solve, and he can't interfere no matter what.

"Mo Ran, how can you be an enemy of me? Enemies of the Venerable God? Mo Wanrou looked at the stalemate Mo Ran condescendingly, and said hatefully.

"Lord God?" The first time Ink Dye heard this title, could it be their leader?

"Mizukage Spike!" Before Mo Dye could think clearly, the sharp blade with black qi struck overwhelmingly.

"Array of Fire!" The ink dye ignited a burst of fire, and the water blade evaporated with great difficulty.

Magician, melee! Mo Ran thought about it, Mo Wanrou was a magician, and her weak body was her fatal weakness.

The ink dye shrank into inches, and in the blink of an eye, he came to Mo Wanrou.

Mo Wanrou's pupils suddenly dilated.

"If you want to kill me, your ability is not enough." Mo Ran reached out and grabbed Mo Wanrou's shoulder, pressed Mo Wanrou's head hard, lifted her knee, and hit it hard.

"Ahh Mo Wanrou screamed, leaving Yin Yin blood on her forehead.

"Ink Dye, I'm going to kill you!" Mo Wanrou rushed towards Mo Ran like crazy, her hands condensed into countless ice blades in an instant.

Mo Ran reached out and slammed Mo Wanrou's ear, and his knee hit Mo Wanrou's lower abdomen heavily, Mo Wanrou's eyes were dizzy, and she briefly lost control of the ice blade.

"Hydrate ice, overcome rigidity with softness." When Mo Ran put his hands together and opened them again, the waves of water in the sky came into the sky, engulfing Mo Wan's gentle ice blade.

"Dual-lineage mage!"

"It's a dual-line magician!"

"Ink Dye is a dual-line magician!"

"And the Ink Dye Battle Commander level is actually not lagging behind!"

"Ink dyeing! Ink dyeing! Ink dyeing! ”

The audience chanted Modye's name, and even the elders and deans on the high platform were stunned for a moment.

"This kid is hiding deep enough." The sky smiled and shook his head.

"That's ink dyeing." Jun Chenyuan looked at the dazzling ink dye, as if she should have been so eye-catching, so boiling.

"Damn!" Mo Wanrou listened to the voice in her ear, and roared unwillingly: "Impossible, I am a dignified commander, how can you be a sixth-level magician who can hurt me?" ”

Mo Ran's eyebrows were indifferent, looking at Mo Wanrou, who was almost crazy, and her tone was calm: "Mo Wanrou, you can see clearly, what level I am." ”

Mo Wanrou felt it, and her scarlet eyes instantly enlarged: "Commander, this... This can't be, you should be a sixth-level magician, this can't be! ”

"Thank you for the battle just now, allowing me to be promoted from rank nine to commander." Ink Dye paused.

"Mo Wanrou, from the very beginning, you lost, completely lost."

"This, this is impossible, then when you abolish my dantian, you will be a ninth-level magician, I don't believe it! I don't believe it! ”

Mo Wanrou shouted uncontrollably, and her whole body ran wild, and a faint black aura floated on the surface of her body.

"Kill you, yes, kill you, in this world, I Mo Wanrou is a peerless genius, there is no existence of your ink dye, hahahaha......" Mo Wanrou laughed maniacally, and the black qi in her hand slowly gathered.

Mo Ran looked at the black gas, and his eyes flashed solemnly.

"Dark Devouring! Kill the ink dye for me! A strong dark aura came to his face, Jun Chenyuan's face sank, and his fingers clenched into fists.

"This, this breath ......" The sky felt the breath, and his brows furrowed tightly.

Ink Dye was in the center of the dark aura, his eyes closed.

A ball of fire elements and a cloud of water wave elements floated in his hand, and Mo Dye used his spiritual power to clasp them together.

Water and fire are incompatible, the two elemental forces devour and repel each other, and the ink-stained white and tender palm is already dripping with blood at this moment.

The spiritual power of the ink dye continued to squeeze, and the two groups of spiritual power that did not merge were obediently staying in the palm of the ink dyeing at the moment.

The spiritual power of the ink stain was close to drying up, his face was as pale as paper, and sweat was dripping down his cheeks.

"This, my gosh, is this an elemental fusion?" Xuanxi trembled his hands and flew to stop the ink dye.

"You're crazy, the explosive power of elemental fusion will blow you away!" The eyes of the sky quickly stopped Xuanxi.

"The top priority is to protect the students on the stage first." The sky said, and the elders arranged the protective cover.

Even if Ye Lao is unwilling, he must obey the dean's arrangement.

Jun Chenyuan's eyes were fixed on the ink dye, woman, you are not allowed to have anything, otherwise, I will lift this Lanze Academy!

Mo Ran stretched out his hand and pushed the small but terrifying element towards Mo Wanrou's side.

"Boom!" The thin lips stained with bloodless ink opened slightly.

As Mo Ran's voice fell, the position where Mo Wanrou was standing was blasted open with a shocking bang, and the dueling table was blown out of a deep pit.

Smoke and dust drifted all around, and stones and rubble were blown in all directions by the elemental force.

The stands were tightly protected by the protective shield of the dean and the elders, and it was not affected, but the moment the element exploded, the protective shield seemed to shake.

The smoke slowly dissipated, and the ink stained a small face that stood in place.

The fiery red clothes were covered in dust and could not be colored, and they fluttered in the air in the wind.

And Mo Wanrou's figure is gone at this moment, only the unburned clothes in the pit prove that she has been here.

"It's ink dyeing!"

"Ink dyeing! Ink dyeing! ”

"Ink dyeing! Champion! Ink dyeing! Champion! The stands shouted the name of the ink dye, she is a well-deserved champion.

At this moment, no one cares about Mo Wanrou's life and death, and when Mo Wanrou decides to dye ink to death, no one pities her.

No one should be harmed in the challenge, and no one will be killed or killed. This is the unwritten rule of Lanze College.

Mo Wanrou openly broke the rules, it is not a pity to die, and Ye Lao wanted Mo to die at the beginning, but he was just talking, and now he has no face to defend Mo Wanrou.

When the dust settled, Jun Chenyuan instantly appeared beside Mo Ran, supporting her crumbling body.

"Chenyuan ......"

"Dye'er, you're doing a good job, don't say anything, get some sleep, be good." Jun Chenyuan picked up the ink dye horizontally and imprinted a kiss on her forehead.

Mo Ran slightly hooked the corners of her lips and closed her starry eyes, she was so tired, she needed to rest.

Jun Chenyuan felt the situation at the moment, his spiritual power was almost exhausted, his spiritual power was drying up, and the situation was a little bad.

Jun Chenyuan didn't have time to say a word to anyone, so he disappeared in place with the ink dye.

Not far away, a figure flashed, and disappointment flashed in his red eyes.

"Mo Wanrou's chess piece has failed, it's time to make the next step."

Unbeknownst to Ink Dye, a terrifying conspiracy is slowly unfolding in front of her.