What a simple person! Jiarong looked at Bo Yewang, who was more than half a head taller than himself, and sighed.

"How do you compare?"

"The academy competition mainly examines the actual combat skills of magic, have you learned actual magic combat?" asked An Du Zimo. Seeing Jiarong hesitating and shaking his head, he couldn't help but be a little disappointed.

Hironowang cocked his chin triumphantly.

"Bo Yewang is good at fire-based magic, can you use the fireball technique?" An Du Zimo continued.

This time, Jiarong nodded happily. When she's on the island, she often uses fireballs to make fires and cook. "I can still use cryomy. ”

"That's fine, the actual battle is that you attack him with a fireball or an ice blade. An Du Zimo smiled, "You can fight at ease, my Holy Light Healing Technique is still good, even if you roast him, I can save him." ”

"Who's roasting doesn't know yet, go over there, and see that I don't roast her into a pig." Bo Yewang was furious, slashed his big knife, and walked towards the Black Tower Boulder.

There was a sandy area in front of the Black Tower boulder, and it was probably here that Hakuno Wang practiced his sword just now.

Bo Yewang and Jiarong stood at opposite ends of the sand, about twenty spans apart in between. An Du Zimo stood in the middle and later as the referee.

"You do it first. "Bo Yewang stood there, with the posture of uncle, I let you. His broadsword was thrown aside.

"You go first, I haven't been in a fight, I don't know how to do it. Jiarong replied honestly.

Unexpectedly, this honest word almost made Bo Yewang jump to his feet, and he shouted, "Then you have a good look." ”

With a swing of his left hand, a fist-sized fireball flew forward, but not very fast.

Jiarong nodded, thinking that although this person was short-tempered, he actually had a bottom line. She followed Bo Yewang's movements, waved her left hand forward, and "exhaled" a fireball that flew straight towards the fireball flying in front of her.

With a "boom", sparks flew in the air, and the two fireballs collided together and burst into flames.

An Du Zimo, who was closest to him, hurriedly jumped backwards to avoid the sparks. He recited the incantation again, and shot a jet of water from the tip of his index finger, extinguishing the fireball.

But before he could relax, the people at both ends of the field had already shot again, and the fireball roared, this time the fireball was bigger, faster, and more brilliant sparks.

An Du Zimo took another step back, narrowly avoiding the sparks, his nose already smelling burnt hair. He furrowed two eyebrows, ready to continue extinguishing the fire, but saw a continuous stream of fireballs flying in front of him.

It turned out that the two people in the competition were no longer satisfied with just throwing one fireball at a time, they both waved their left and right hands in turn, and the large and small fireballs kept flying towards each other, and then kept colliding in the air.

An Du Zimo smiled bitterly, these two guys were playing with fire and having fun, but he almost became a roast pig. He stretched out his hands, palms facing him, and then nudged outward, silently chanting "floating water curtain", and a pale blue water curtain appeared in front of him, blocking the sparks that flew from time to time.

With the "firewall", he can finally watch the competition calmly.

After watching carefully, he found that Jiarong's fireball seemed to be a little smaller than Bo Yewang's fireball every time, and the speed seemed to be a little slower, so now the position where the two balls collided gradually shifted to Jiarong's side.

Bo Yewang should have also noticed this, so he looked triumphant, and his eyebrows were about to fly to his forehead. He grinned, laughed a few times, and continued to send fireballs with only his left hand, but withdrew his right hand.

It looks like it's going to make a big move. Zimo and Bono Wang have been classmates since they came to the temple at the age of ten, so they are naturally familiar with his habits.

An Du Zimo turned his gaze to Jiarong.

Jiarong didn't seem to find that he was at a disadvantage at all, waving a fireball with his left hand and a fireball with his right hand, like a naughty boy playing with fire, his eyebrows fluttering, and his hands dancing.

On the other side, Bo Yewang's right hand drew a circle, and silently recited a long series of incantations in his mouth: "The unending wind that blows the earth all year round, turn it into a sharp blade, and sweep the road ahead!"

A strong wind suddenly rolled up in front of it, and it whistled forward, met a fireball in the air, and then whizzed away with the fireball.

The wind fuels the fire, and the fireball burns.

The wind was formless, colorless, and incorporeal, but because it carried more than a dozen fireballs, as well as the raging flames emitted by the fireballs, and countless sparks, it was like a fire dragon suddenly appeared in the air, with teeth and claws, menacing, with the momentum of devouring everything, rushing towards the opposite side!

"Yes! Bo Yewang's skills and tactics have improved. An Du Zimo praised, but saw the girl on the other side standing there stunned, as if she was a little overwhelmed by this sudden change, why did the fireball she sent out suddenly turn and fly towards her?

"Oops! It seems that she really hasn't learned magic and has no experience in combat!" An Du Zimo secretly screamed, and his body swept over there, hoping that he could be rescued in time.

After all, this fight was provoked by him, and he couldn't let a girl be burned into a roast pig, which would be too miserable.

"Water Enchantment!" Jia Rong suddenly raised his hand, his hands fell from his forehead, surrounding his body, the air fluctuated, and a light blue water enchantment appeared around her, blocking the roaring fireball, and the cold water instantly extinguished the fire.

The wind kept pounding the water barrier, and the surface of the barrier fluctuated for a while, but it was finally blocked.

An Du Zimo breathed a sigh of relief.

The Water Enchantment is a high-level water-based magic that can create a defensive enchantment around the recipient, dissolving or resisting most fire-based spells and some wind-based and earth-based spells, and can resist arrows.

She took the right defense. However, to summon the Water Enchantment, the spiritual power consumption is huge. It is estimated that she is no longer able to fight, and she can shout to stop.

But before he could speak, Jiarong combined his left thumb, index finger, and middle finger into a triangle, and then quickly exploded, "Broken Ice Thousand Blades!" The water enchantment in front of him turned into hundreds of pieces of broken ice, shooting towards Bo Ye like a sharp blade!

An Du Zimo, who had just swept over and was uncertain, bore the brunt of the attack, dodging left and right to dodge two ice blades. When I turned around, I saw Bo Yewang swinging the wind blade with his right hand and sending fireballs with his left hand, desperately trying to intercept and block those ice blades that shot hard, but the ice blades were too many and too dense, and several wounds had appeared on his body, and his movements were getting slower and slower.

"Quickly summon the fire shield, or the wind shield!" As soon as the words were shouted, Zimo realized the problem - Bo Yewang's remaining spiritual power could no longer support the fire shield or wind shield, and he kept releasing fireballs just now, and the use of the wind spell consumed too much spiritual power.

"You've won! Stop!" An Du Zimo shouted at Jiarong, who was still gathering momentum, and then pounced on Bo Yewang.

The remaining blades of ice in the air suddenly vanished.

An Du Zimo came to Bo Yewang's side, only to see that Bo Yewang's body had been cut by dozens of cuts with an ice blade, and blood was slowly oozing out. This is because the moment the ice blade cuts through the skin, the wound is also frozen, so the blood is slower than that of a normal wound.

He wanted to use the Holy Light to help him heal.

Bo Yewang didn't appreciate it, pushed An Du Zimo away, walked over and picked up the big knife, and looked at Jiarong who came over: "Why do you say that she won? I can still use a knife, a small person like her, I can chop ten with one knife." ”