Falck was out on the break.

Now, as the tournament enters the second half of the game, except for a few people who have not lost a single game, there is a high chance that they will advance to the next round, and those who have lost a lot of games will have a much more difficult time getting to the next round.

After a while, the bell rang again, and it was Fack's turn again, and Fake had to step into the middle of the field again.

In the field, standing opposite Falk was a civilian student dressed in plain civilian clothes, with dark skin, who looked like an authentic civilian student, this student was called Lanla, and Lanla was standing in front of Fack with a long sword in his hand.

"You're Fack....... the boy said suddenly. Then his face was complicated, as if he was struggling and compromising.

In the end, a flash of struggle flashed in the young man's eyes, and he hesitated: "Fake, there is a big man who wants me to hit you hard in this game, no matter what the result of the game is, it will not be good for you, you should abstain!"

Falke looked at Lanla and suddenly realized.

No wonder the Earl opened a small stove for him last night, and it must have involved some high-level matters. In previous years, there was no shortage of gambling battles between some nobles, and naturally, the competition must be won by the students.

Originally, Falk was still in a daze from yesterday to now, why did Count Han Feng suddenly teach him a wonderful technique, it turned out that the cause of the incident was like this.

Of course, Falke didn't resent Han Feng, after all, these things are normal, and there is also a similar gambling battle held by a businessman at the bottom, betting on who will enter how many places and how many rounds they will enter, which is also very normal.

It's just that Falk didn't expect that in order to win the game, Earl Han Feng's opponent could let some students hit him hard at the cost of elimination, presumably the price is definitely a lot. However, the student in front of him would say a word in advance with such a conscience, which really impressed Defak.

"I'm not going to lose this fight!" said Farker with a determined expression. Whether it is for himself, his teacher, Han Feng, he can't lose, and more importantly, he must be worthy of Han Feng's gift package.

"In that case, I won't show mercy!" said Lanla.

"Game on!" the referee announced.

As the referee's words fell, Lan La's hand was full of anger.

A sword aura is like a cloud, and a sword seems to carry a cloud, which is not stained by the fireworks of the world.

This sword, there is no sorrow or joy, all the desires in the world seem to disappear, and some are just free, free, and as graceful as white clouds.

Lan pulled out the sword as if to cut off all the desires in the world, bringing harmony and beauty to this world.

"Good!" On the high platform, an Earl of Rantim applauded on the spot, this was the first time that Rantim praised a student in such a high-profile manner.

"This son's ambition is not small! This sword intent, sword momentum, and sword qi are all extraordinary!

Han Feng couldn't help but nod secretly, affirming what Lantim said.

On Fake's face, a solemn look appeared, and suddenly the whole body condensed a faint layer of blue light, and the whole person was surrounded by a whirlwind, as if turning into a gust of wind, riding the wind away, shifting shape, and the speed was extremely fast.

This powerful sword technique stabbed into the air and stabbed a phantom.

Subsequently, Fack appeared elsewhere in the field.

Bang!

With a wave of the wand in his hand, countless blue lights condensed in the air, and the water elements mobilized wildly, and the water elements condensed one by one, evolving into ice magic, condensing ice spears, ice picks, ice spikes, and ice balls in the air, from the sky, dense, in all directions, countless places to besiege Lanla.

The momentum is huge, the attacks are dense, and if it were ordinary people, it is estimated that they would have been scared to surrender on the spot.

It's a pity that Lanla is not an ordinary person, although Lanla is a commoner, she is talented and hardworking, and has a unique understanding of swordsmanship.

With a wave of the long sword in Lan La's hand, the sword circles formed by the sword qi were like clouds, taking Lan La as a point, slashing towards the dense ice magic group in the sky.

The ice picks and ice spikes formed by those magical elements were constantly cut off and shattered by the clouds formed by the sword qi.

"Awesome! These two people are so powerful!" The next student exclaimed, the original Falke met were all students of the vegetable after all, this time he met a knight with extraordinary strength, whether it is the realm or martial arts, they are extremely powerful, between the two, you attack me, each other's haves or not, and countless people around him were stunned on the spot.

"Sword Sweep Liuhe!"

Every sword of Lanla swept away unevenly, as if suppressing countless rioting demonic beasts, calming down the demons and devils, the whole person was like a sword god possessed, with a sword in his hand, ever-changing, and countless sword qi swallowed.

Falke frowned, how could this be possible, he was able to perform such a powerful swordsmanship, Falke felt the incomparable pressure in the bombardment of the sword sweeping Liuhe, every sword qi seemed to be able to open mountains and crack stones, several times, if it wasn't for Falke opening a small stove last night, cultivating the Arhat Visualization Diagram, and his spiritual power was highly condensed and refined, maybe he wouldn't be able to dodge.

Fake's whole person was suppressed to death, and one after another powerful sword qi was like a beast devouring people.

However, Fake's magic is not weak, the whole person is like a gust of wind, floating around, the speed in the field is very fast, and all the sword qi is dodged by Fake.

"This Lanla is really powerful! He can suppress Falke so much!" "The surrounding students, countless people are paying attention to the discussion, after all, Farke's previous games are all victorious, so naturally there is no need to pay attention, and there is even an information about Farke.

"However, after such a long period of attrition, Falke should be able to turn defeat into victory!" one of the students hesitated.

On the high platform, the faces of the nobles were overjoyed, and the Marquis of Flame looked at Han Feng and said proudly: "Count Han Feng, in this game, Fake is going to lose, how long can you say Fake can hold on before kneeling? This Lanla swordsmanship is superb and the fighting spirit is strong, if you are accidentally hit by Lanla's sword qi, the next game will be dangerous!"

"Don't worry about you!" Han Feng said, "I'm going to be able to defeat this Lanla!"

"If you look at it, you will know the outcome of the game!" said Rantim.

At this moment, in the arena, in the ring watched by a group of nobles, Falke and Lanla kept fighting, and the sword qi cut out one by one, like a knight sweeping through the Eight Desolations. As Lan La continued to wield the long sword, the momentum of the whole person also increased, and the whole person seemed to become the master of the battlefield.

And Fake, in the sword dance, kept dodging. In the eyes of outsiders, Falke was suppressed by Lanla.