Soon, Ye Qingxuan could no longer see his distant face, because the soil under his feet also boiled and turned into lava. The lava stretched up his ankles, and the black crystals extracted from the dirt proliferated rapidly, covering his body, making his shell even more and more manipulative.

On top of the black rock carapace comparable to steel, the scorching red circuits were dense, and the heat was constantly exuding, and within five steps, it was already unapproachable.

But above his head, there was a dark cloud condensed out of thin air, and the dark cloud exuded a biting cold, and occasionally a cold wind blew, leaving a white frost mark on the ground.

It was like a demon from hell coming to earth, raining fire and frost, making the earthquake tremble and the wind howl.

The other two graduates maintained the melody, their faces faintly pale: it was clear that the forces that sustained this frenzy were almost beyond their control.

Even his teammates were far away from James, for fear that they would be affected by that frenzied force.

"Are you ready?"

James stomped the soccer ball frozen into a huge ice hockey ball under his feet, and showed a hideous look at the boy:

"Play, let's go!"

Rumble!

Ye Qingxuan only felt a crimson streamer, rushing to his face!

"Saint Liszt's movement: Majepa?"

In the stands, Ludwig, the coach of the Summoning Academy, was slightly stunned.

This is a resonant movement created by the saints of yesteryear based on the deeds of the legendary hero Majepa, who transforms the musician into the master of the four elements, wielding the earth, water, fire, and wind, and transforming into a machine of destruction.

If we really go all out, I am afraid that it is not impossible to turn an entire urbanization into coke.

Liszt, Paganini. Chopin.

These three saints who have made outstanding contributions to the faction of change are known in the canon as the Three Masters of Change.

Historically, they have been separated by hundreds of years, and not all of them are musicians who specialize in change, but they have laid the foundation and path for the change school with their own theories, and the influence of their music theory and style on the entire change school has been deeply rooted in the bone marrow.

Liszt, who specializes in variation, directly adapted many musical scores into the format of the changing factions. Take its destructiveness and ferocity to the next level.

After his death, he was welcomed into the Holy City, incarnated as the Holy Spirit, and was called the King of Gale, the One of Creation and Destruction.

It is this score that makes the School of Change known as the School of 'Battlefield Musicians'.

But soon, Ludwig reacted:

"I didn't expect that. It's really terrifying, didn't I expect the technology of the 'division of labor and harmony' of the Change Academy to be so mature?"

He had already seen that this movement was not the original version of Majepa, but an adaptation that had been reduced in rank and in need.

After all, that world-famous symphonic poem is a resonant movement, and it is known for being a super burden on the musician.

Obviously, the arranger downgraded the original movement to the level of a musician. And in order to reduce the difficulty, it is also divided into three. Three musicians play in tune at the same time, working together to carry the tremendous pressure of the movement.

And this piece of music derived from his work also points directly to the power of his 'transformation incarnation' back then, almost at the moment of effect, the entire aether on the court changed wildly.

In the observation of the ether sphere, a faint etheric vortex formed above the court. A huge undercurrent spreads in all directions, engulfing everything in turmoil.

Ludwig put away the ether ball and slowly bowed his head: "It is worthy of being a school that exhausts the theory of change, although it is only an adaptation, but Mr. Yegor's attainments in the school of change can be seen. ”

"Prizes. Overpraise. ”

Yegor nodded reservedly and chuckled softly. The arrangement of this movement was not his crown, but it also brightened his face.

But at the other end of the stands, someone laughed softly, which made Yegor frown slightly.

The uninvited blonde man sat next to the principal, his face hidden in the shadows, just staring at the arena, seeing that Ye Qingxuan was about to be unlucky, he got up and gloated.

"Hehe, that kid is miserable. ”

He muttered softly, not knowing who he was talking about—

In just an instant, the wind and fire rushed in his face.

It's like a streamer of light, leaving a burning scorch mark wherever it passes.

Harnessing the fire and the storm, and swaying the frost, James had already swept past Ye Qingxuan's side in an instant.

Ye Qingxuan subconsciously wanted to intercept the ball, but James just glanced at him and waved his hand from afar.

The foehn wind lifted off with the pressure of that palm, and a dark red fire flow appeared out of thin air, rushing towards Ye Qingxuan's direction.

The huge air pressure roared and shook like a cannon chamber, and the storm air flow contained high temperatures, bringing a scorching heat that was enough to scorch the lungs.

Even if it was an iron plate in front of him, it would be instantly burned red by this foehn wind.

Obviously, James kept his hand and didn't completely kill him, but he didn't go so gentle either. If this foehn hits, I'm afraid it will be sent to the emergency room in an instant.

In an instant, the young man who was rushing only had time to raise his hand to protect his head and face. Immediately afterward, he felt a sharp pain in front of him, and his body was involuntarily overturned, rolling in the air, falling to the ground, and coughing violently.

Soon, he froze, looking at his intact limbs: he didn't seem to have anything to do but just be overturned.

In the distance, James, who had already rushed to the midfield, retracted his gaze, snorted coldly, and looked at the stool next to the goal.

It was this guy who seized that moment just now and deconstructed most of his foehn wind. But Brother Stool looked at the smiling man beside him in astonishment.

- Charles.

At that moment just now, he and himself shot at the same time, no, he even shot earlier than himself.

He focused on dissipating the foehn wind, but he directly shot at Ye Qingxuan's body, and with a flick of his fingers, he played several notes like flowing water.

First, change the air pressure. blurred the 'haze' of Ye Qingxuan's outline, followed by distorting the light, causing James to lose the 'bubble' and 'light' of the target in an instant.

Immediately afterwards, Ye Qingxuan's best mirror, created a target beside him that attracted firepower, bearing most of the power instead of him.

Just when the foehn wind was blowing in his face, another frost ray shone on Ye Qingxuan's body. Neutralizes the scorching heat in the foehn.

In the end, it was the merciless 'qi', and the air pressure that took the lead in expanding lifted Ye Qingxuan and escaped the impact of the aftermath of the foehn wind.

In an instant, the power of the foehn did not hit Ye Qingxuan at all.

The tragic situation of Ye Qingxuan being lifted away was made by Charles himself......

"What's wrong?"

Charles noticed his gaze and smiled shyly, "Isn't it shocked, stunned." You really want to compliment me? Come on, hero......"

Brother Stool ignored him instantly.

He's now on full alert for James' onslaught - that guy is the real problem.

After gathering the strength of all his teammates, the creature transformed into the prototype of the Giant of Destruction, and rushed through the arena along the way, completely destroying dozens of barriers he had laid in a row.

Whether it was the stone wall rising from the ground or the gun array formed by the condensation of frost, they were all swept away, leaving only the wreckage of the land.

Amid the cheers of the Change Academy, James soared all the way on the field. No one can stop you.

Well, if you don't count the slender figure in front of him......

Wait a minute. Someone else standing in the way?

Charles was stunned, and soon he reacted, and his face changed suddenly:

"Bai Xi?"

What a fucking shit!

In the middle of the arena, directly in front of James, Bai Xi stood there in a daze, as if he hadn't reacted yet. Stunned, he stared at the firelight rushing in his face.

He didn't have time to speak, so he pulled out his legs and ran in the direction of Bai Xi, but it was too late.

Outside the arena, someone in the audience had already exclaimed unbearably: Although many people in Ye Qingxuan's chief had mixed reputations, they praised this delicate and cute little girl.

It's only been a few months since the start of school. Although Ye Qingxuan was in the limelight, he didn't have anything to do with Bai Xi. When more people saw her, they saw her walking her dog and stepping on flowers.

In front of that scorching light, Bai Xi's figure was reflected incomparably small, like a reflection in the water.

In the next moment, it was easy to be crushed.

James looked at that vaguely blank face, his heart suddenly softened, and he couldn't help but slow down.

Simply, just hit it and forget it.

The flames he spewed around him turned into a harmless storm shield, and he made up his mind to blow the little girl away.

But in the storm that was enough to roll up the boulder, Bai Xi did not move, as if it had taken root under his feet.

It's just that the untimely dress on his body was blown hunting, like white petals blooming in a gale.

James' expression vaguely became regretful, and he closed his eyes, unwilling to look at what happened next:

"It's a pity. ”

Boom!

In an instant, the two figures collided together. The storm and fire unleashed a torrent that scorched the grass within a radius of several meters, and the flames and frost intertwined into a thick mist that engulfed their figures.

At all, Bai Xi flew out upside down, and his tendons were broken and fractured.

There was a stunned silence in the audience.

Boom!

There was another loud bang, and in the thick fog, there were screams of consternation...... That voice, like James?

But in the stands, Yegor stood up in astonishment and looked blankly at the field.

Others can't see it, but he can see it clearly:

At that moment, he saw the little girl in the white dress take a step back and stand firm on her feet.

Immediately afterwards, he put on a punching posture, facing James who was rushing forward, and made a crisp sound:

"Ahh......h