Charlemagne's yellow-white hair was unruly and messy, and he pointed in different directions due to the static electricity, his eyes were like torches, and the new students in front of him made him jealous, which had to surprise him, even if he was a knight, it was a new student who was to be bullied by his seniors.

"To get this far, you are stronger than I thought, and you are more able to survive. Charlemagne's voice sounded full of mockery.

"The same goes for you. The White King replied indifferently.

"There were so many accidents in this, I had to clear it. Charlemagne stared at the lightning in his hand and walked towards the White King with heavy steps.

"You're the biggest surprise. The White King walked away with the same footsteps.

"That's enough! White King!" The moment Charlemagne said this, the lightning condensed under his feet, driving him forward, like a cheetah pounced on its prey, and the skua flying vertically tore the scales with its claws, he roared, and the thunder burst out, and his right hand became a palm, and the speed that could not be seen slashed towards the White King.

The simmering lightning of this palm scorched the air, ruthless, angry, domineering, mixed with all Charlemagne's emotions, even if it was a giant dragon, he had the confidence to roast him, and the dragon scales were so electric that they tumbled.

But the young man in front of him was not a dragon, the blood-dripping long knife around it cut through the dragon's blood, and it was also contaminated with the blood of the white king's crying, the white king stood still, all the long knives paused, like a bloodthirsty bat secretly waiting for the smell of blood, with the white king waving his hand, he drew an arc in the air, blooming with the smell of death, which was the white king's counterattack. Lightning and blood blades collide, edges and thunder rub into a piercing hum, this is a duel between arcane and military aircraft, a game between new knights and old students.

Charlemagne knew that he could not break through the scarlet defense line, so he took a few steps back with the pressure brought by the blood blade, laughed out loud, put his hands together, and a lightning bolt as thick as a barrel burst out, like a giant snake with blue and white handover, the giant mouth behind the fangs began to roar, the white king's eyes stared, blocking the cross judgment in front of him, the blood blades began to dance, symphonizing their epic music, evolving into a piercing storm, the white king was in the center of the storm, his feet kept accelerating, pushing the cross judgment to attack.

Another bombardment, coming more intensely and irritable, the storm tore the giant snake inch by inch, and because the giant snake was getting slower and slower, Charlemagne's facial features at the end gathered together, his face was red, he would never allow the new life to match him, the force in his body was like a flood burying the mountains and rivers, and the lightning seemed to be materialized.

Rumble!

Like a kite with a broken string, the white king's body in the air still shone with an electric arc, slamming down the building next to it, shattering the walls of the classical building, and the students inside who were secretly watching screamed, not out of fear, but because of indescribable excitement that ignited them.

The person who can become a military pilot or an arcanist is already a heavenly person, and even fewer can enter the Dubo Academy, and a battle like this may be rare for students of other departments once in their lives, without the use of any weapons, it is purely a collision of strength and skill, and they can see and even touch the people in the battle with their own eyes, and they will not let go of every minute.

"White King, don't stop here!"

The broken body was lying in the ruins, the hair was completely exploded, a trace of blood flowed from the corners of the mouth, the body surface was charred black everywhere, the immobile body would tremble from time to time, and the lightning paralyzed every part of the white king, as if there were countless ants constantly gnawing.

"Haha!" The White King spat out a mouthful of black blood, the edges and corners of the broken wall were blasted by lightning to the fragile skin and scraped blood, letting his hands be drenched with blood, crushing every object he could touch, standing up tremblingly, his clothes were shattered into pieces, and his eyes were ruthless colder than icebergs.

The cross ruling quietly melted into the body of the White King, and the White King still remembered the feeling of enjoying every inch of it for the first time, but he couldn't urge it no matter what, it was stationed somewhere in the body, stubbornly taking root, and finally, at the moment of the lightning explosion, the power that controlled everything, the indifferent voice, had begun to urge the White King in every part of his mind, and it couldn't wait.

"Inquisitor. ”

Charlemagne had never heard a colder and more emotionless voice in his life, and the white king in front of him who had turned into an explosive head seemed to have turned into a red sun, and the lines seemed to have life.

In the void, in all directions, underground, the scarlet cross flew out of every corner around Charlemagne, bombarding his pride, shattering the medal on his collar that symbolized the Minister of Student Union of Dubo College, and he buried deeper and deeper, and the crowd watching from afar opened their mouths wide, staring intently at Charlemagne, who was piled up into a small mountain.

"Giggles. The white king's throat came out with a non-human laugh, his right hand stretched out, his five fingers spread, the scarlet demon pattern seemed to roar, and the demons danced wildly, they were hungry for what the white king was going to do next, and countless whispers whispered in his ears.

"Kill him, kill him, kill ······"

"Kill him. "The exploding boy has completely turned into a demon.

The White King's joints kept bending, the air condensed, and what he held in his hands was the buried life under the hill, and he wanted to crush it, enjoy the terrible screams when it shattered, and his blood would splash to the tip of the White King's tongue, and taste if his blood was as proud as he was.

Suddenly.

"Hey. ”

The White King turned his head, and his right hand, which was about to clench his fist, slammed back, but it suddenly stopped like a wild horse running on the grassland.

The long golden half-straight and half-curved hair is more noble than the princess, her teeth are like jade, her eyes are narrowed into crescents, and her smile is in the white king, which is the spring rain poured on the dry weeds, and she has found a trace of reason, even if she becomes a demon, the white king can't bear to hurt her.

It's beautiful. This was the last memory of the White King, and his dizzy body fell to the ground.

"Charlemagne, as an Arcanist, you're really carried away by anger and have started to play melee combat. "The girl's voice is gentle, but the listener feels very sharp.

A large number of thunderbolts erupted, and Charlemagne crawled out of the pit, his embarrassed appearance would not be much better than the previous White King, his body was bruised and swollen, "You shouldn't stop him." ”

"Oh······ Then do you think the government will convict me? ”

Charlemagne was speechless, what the girl said was not wrong, he did feel that he had just touched the fingertips of death, his anger washed away all reason, the Arcanist should not play melee combat with the military pilot.

"You're probably right, Zhong Ji, it's been a long time since you've been like this. Charlemagne clutched his head, a little drowsy.

"You just have to treat me to a big meal, don't just mess with me, just by smelling it I can tell if it's expensive enough, I'm taking a big risk, but luckily those crazy stuff is good enough. The girl named Zhong Ji smiled and played with the needle in her hand, which was once filled with alchemical potions that made people sleep.

Charlemagne shook his head and waved his hand, trembling away from the battle arena step by step, even if he stayed for a short while, his face would be eaten away by countless hot eyes around him, and what he Charlemagne cared about most was that face.

"Still holding on?" Zhong Ji curled her long hair with her fingers, whistling casually.

"Three. ”

"II. ”

"One. ”

As soon as the words fell, Charlemagne fell to the ground instantly.

Zhong Ji smiled just as I thought, her slender legs kept intertwined, and her steps were light, "Have you seen enough?" A few people came out and carried them to the Shengfu Building, maybe I will say a few kind words for you in front of the Nangong Gate." ”

When the crowd hidden in the shadows heard this, they shouted for each other, and both the White King and Charlemagne enjoyed the treatment of emperors, and the crowd below them turned into a moving meadow.

"Sister Zhong Ji, it's hard for me to do this. ”

Nangong Gate came to Zhong Ji's side at some point, wearing a dog head mask, there are often people in strange costumes in the academy, who would rather deduct credits for not wearing college uniforms, but also be crazy and rebellious, Nangong Men's image can't attract their attention.

"Brother Nangongmen, I saved your subordinates, and you still want to blame me?" Zhong Ji stared at Nangongmen's eyes.

"I don't mean that. Nangong Men smiled and waved his hand, "You know, he is my roommate, the first roommate in three years, it must be the group of guys from the school board to rectify me, and there has always been a rule of 'teaching' knights, but this is the only draw." ”

"But if you really let him do this, you know the consequences, and you have to be responsible, which will have a great impact on our academy and your family. ”

Nangongmen was silent, he couldn't refute it, the beautiful girl in front of him was a top student in the military department, a fellow practitioner of the law department, and her eloquence was unmatched, and she would always grasp the key point of the problem, as long as there was her debate, everyone would be reduced to a foil, and the judges who disagreed would have to succumb to the incorruptible tongue.

"Don't you just go and see it? He's not lightly injured, that exploding head, you really should keep one. ”

"No need. Nangongmen smiled, straightened his collar, and revealed a golden corner under the black and gold suit.

"That's how it all came by. ”