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"If my brother wins me, the stone of the seal will be handed over, and if the contemptible person wins......"

Zaika's mouse-sized eyes rolled over Akama.

"You don't want to get involved in the matter between Zayika and Lady Akama. ”

After saying that, he made a listening appearance, as if he had put the choice in the hands of the other party.

"Insidious old fox!" Rodin cursed to himself, if he agreed, it would be equivalent to betting on Akama's favor. Once she loses the competition, Zayika will stalk her again, and she can only stand by and watch, and there will inevitably be a dislike between the two.

But he was sure he couldn't give up the Seal Stone.

It was a dilemma, and Rodin was torn between them.

At this time, Akama handed over a gentle look and relieved him with understanding.

"Zayika, you can't help but think that the relationship between me and him is too shallow, and you can sow discord with your tricks?"

He was not ashamed to be dismantled in front of him, but shrugged his shoulders regretfully.

"Rodin, promise him. At this moment, her firm voice was like a heavenly sound.

"I promise you, I won't let him get his way!"

Rodin couldn't help but take Yiren's greasy soft thorn and gave a solemn kiss.

This is a man's promise, even if he fights for his life, at all costs!

And the chief wizard advisor who was isolated on the other side was about to go crazy with jealousy.

......

Soon, the two followed Zayika to the training ground of the city defense force a mile away.

At three or four o'clock in the afternoon, in the huge open space, a group of sturdy men were sweating and sweating bare-chested, or learning swordsmanship in groups of three or five, or practicing equipment like bulls.

Along the way, Zaika invited a mature man who looked like an instructor to be a witness with Akama.

A group of four quickly crossed the crowd and came to a deserted corner to stand.

The two people in the competition were about twenty meters apart, and the mature man whistled and his eyes moved from side to side.

In his vision, Zayka seemed to have won the game, because this was his home turf, and the wizard was synonymous with mystery and power, and he had the confidence and strength.

Rodin has a long record of fighting monsters and powers, but this is the first time he has faced off with a wizard, and he is a wizard who specializes in destroying energy and is known for his super destructive power, so he is a little apprehensive.

His mind couldn't help but echo with Akama's instructions before the competition.

Witchcraft is a very low-tolerance, large, and complex ability.

The power of each of the destructive energy systems is undeniable, but it requires a perfect combination of mental power, gestures, spells, and even materials, and even the slightest mistake will greatly reduce the effect. More severely, casting failure will also produce a violent backlash, endangering itself.

Twenty meters away, a fixed arena, is where his chance of victory lies.

If you can get ahead of the trick and disrupt the rhythm of the game, the competition will end quickly.

Now his overall quality surpasses that of the bronze power, and the distance of twenty meters is only a second.

This second is the difference between victory and defeat.

He took a deep breath, his blood boiling as if he had been ignited.

"Whew!"

With a loud whistle, the battle begins!

"Bang bang," the ground trembled like a miniature earthquake, and a figure turned into a silvery-white rainbow light and rushed towards the other side with a long sword.

At the same time, the expressionless Tyika twenty meters away made a mysterious gesture, and his lips seemed to open and close quickly.

Snowflake-shaped witchcraft runes shone brightly in the void, and white frozen streams fanned out of the witchcraft runes, as powerful as high-pressure water guns, full of oppressive power.

The air cracked with a crackling sound, and the swept ground was covered with crystal clear sharp ice edges.

Rodin rushed straight into the fan-shaped area in front of him in an instant, and in the blink of an eye, clusters of hoarfrost crawled like mistletoe and flaming roses, and his movements were visibly slower than the naked eye. Then he lifted the long sword, and the power of the dark ancestral dragon wound upward, dispelling the cold and cutting through the mist formed by the white frost, and Zayka was exposed to sight.

The distance between the two was less than three meters, and the power of the ancestral dragon boiled like a fire, constructing a flame-like enchanting phantom on the sword body.

However, Zayka, who was close at hand, had a calm bearing, and stretched out his palm against the blade of the sword that was slashing at him, and at the same time, an invisible force field erupted forward.

"Bang ......" dull impact, the attacking Rodin seemed to hit a towering steel wall, and in an instant, the powerful reaction force threw his body away ten meters away in the direction from which it came.

"Solidified Sorcery - Resist the Force Field!" is the hallmark of a formal wizard, an instantaneous sorcery with very low cost. It can be unleashed almost indefinitely in a single fight, which means that if Rodin doesn't attack hard enough, the chance of getting close to Zayka is close to zero.

The two distanced themselves again, and Zayka continued to aim the fan-shaped hoarfrost at Rodin.

Akama's face became extremely serious, this round of Rodin's attack was fruitless, not only did he lose the lead, but the white frost had begun to bear fruit, further weakening his physical flexibility.

In the distance, Zayika released the White Frost Technique on one side, and the other hand was still making extremely complex gestures in the air, outlining the Dao Illusory Shadow, and the corners of his mouth kept opening and closing, obviously brewing a ferocious counterattack.

The situation took a turn for the worse, and Rodin felt the coldness around him deepen a little, so he began to change his tactics, trying to move forward in a zigzag to avoid the frost rushing into its dead end. But Zayika quickly unleashed the trick of being as light as a swallow, and his bloated body was nimble like a tanuki, constantly adjusting his direction rapidly, enveloping him in the realm of hoarfrost forever.

As soon as he got close to him, he immediately activated the resistance force field and left him far away.

"Typical kite flow tactics!" he couldn't help but smile wryly as he woke up, but it was too early to finish.

The second time he was bounced off the resistance field, he blessedly let out a fierce roar at his opponent, and a secret dragon roar exploded like a muffled thunder in the clear sky.

The effect was immediate, Zaika was like a duck choked by the neck, her face flushed, and the continuous hoarfrost was abruptly interrupted.

Opportunity!

The black flame was flourishing, and the sharp steel long sword slashed down, and the spiral rolling on the blade was like the sharp teeth of a giant beast, waiting to be devoured urgently.

The speed was extremely fast, dragging a series of afterimages, and the air let out a tearing scream.

Zayka, who was facing the attack, suddenly stretched out his right hand the moment the blade was on the edge.

The right hand that had been lurking silently, forging witchcraft runes.

"Ice River is coming!" commanded, and the ice-blue slurry leaped out of the twisted rune, converging into a bitter cold stream of ice, and rushed towards the sword.

A strange and magnificent scene suddenly appeared in the whole space, the ice-blue stream froze the long sword, and the crystal clear ice sculpture reflected in the sunlight like a dreamlike color.

Bingxi did not stay for a moment, and continued to move forward without hesitation, as if it had sucked up all the cold in the space in a breath, turning into a rolling torrent, washing and washing, and replaced by an ice-blue Milky Way, occupying everyone's field of vision.

The entire space shuddered under a river of ice that stretched for tens of meters

......

And Rodin?

He harnessed his silver wings to levitate in the sky and looked down, and the breeze blew the wings collided with each other, making a pleasant sound like a wind chime. Half of his arm was swept up in the glacier, covered in fine shards of ice.

"It's dangerous. By the slightest margin, Zayka's long-accumulated attack fell through the cracks, and he fell into a brief state of emptiness.

At the moment of victory, Rodin suddenly dived!