"What?" Pascal was taken aback at this moment, his arms shook his body and swept over the "curly-haired" Raphael, stretched out his hand to wipe it on the bamboo bushes, and his body floated towards the triangle court with a twist of strength; he thought that even if Matthew retaliated, he would attack him, but he didn't expect to deal with Russell first, and a few ups and downs rushed to the court to find that there was indeed a group of people standing on the court. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 infoOne of them had a shoulders higher than the rest of the head, a long neck, and a slender head, and the top door was bare and turned into a point, which looked like an inverted pencil from a distance. The tall man was the opposite, his body seemed to be pressed down by his head, and he was swollen in the middle, and although he stood there, he drooped his head, as if he had fallen asleep.

Pascal recognized these two people as the tailless turtle and the nine-clawed dragon of the four spirits of the Calvary Society, and it was no wonder that Russell couldn't resist the shot, and when he turned his head to look at Russell, he saw him lying on the ground, and suddenly accelerated in mid-air, rushed to the front with a roar, and then suddenly stopped. The nine-clawed dragon was there triumphant, and suddenly a gust of wind brought up dust on the ground, and he involuntarily stepped back, and when he opened his eyes, there was already one more person in front of him, only to see that the man was stocky, his face was dark, and his face could not show joy and sorrow, but his eyes were extremely cold.

"Why are you here?" Russell twisted his body in a hurry, it turned out that he was in the middle of a fierce battle with Rabelais, and was about to ride Rabelais again, when suddenly his calf hurt and fell to the ground, only to find that there were already three more blood marks on his leg.

Rabelais heard Russell's screams at first glance, and thought that he was unstable and sprained his ankle when he jumped, and he kept applauding in his heart, thinking that he could take the opportunity to bully Russell, but when he landed, he found that someone was plotting, and he rushed up to theorize without saying a word. On the side, Raphael was secretly eating the crispy corner, and when he saw that the situation was not good, he quickly ran to find Pascal, and no one in the dormitory ran to the headquarters of the Reed Newspaper, and when he came back, Rabelais had already been knocked to the ground.

"You're Pascal?" said the nine-clawed dragon Blake with a gesture of his hand. Pascal didn't answer, he raised his hand and flew out a page, which cracked in mid-air and turned into a piece of paper to cover Blake's body, and the soles of his feet slid in front of him, and his fingers snapped with a click.

Blake saw Pascal's body advance and retreat, and while he was still wondering, there was a piercing pain in his hand: "You-dare to take advantage of people's unpreparedness!" said as he clenched his fists, and when he unfolded again, his five fingers closed into a lump of flesh like black and mushy bark, and then drilled out three white swaying sharp claws, and his body jumped and pounced on Pascal.

Pascal saw that Blake's hands were deformed, and his brain subconsciously started: "Beast magic, since it is known as a nine-clawed dragon, this move is naturally a dragon's claw!" While thinking about it, his left hand was raised, and the pages in his sleeve fell down and stood in front of him, followed by a sound of brushing like a flip book, and the pages were already a little thick. Where could the pages stop Blake's claws, torn to shreds with a sneer. Blake's claws kept waving, and he screamed, "Eat my claws!" and crossed his paws. Pascal was just about to withdraw and retreat, and suddenly found that the magic power on the claws was faintly formed and condensed in mid-air, followed by the two sides, and without thinking about turning his body, the loess under his feet stretched out, and half of his body dived into the soil; "If you can get away with me, or I'll be disappointed!" said Blake, two sharp claws poking out again, and his arms seemed to be stretched several feet at once, threatening to make Pascal's brain scatter.

"Cover the sky!" Pascal raised his hands and kicked up a cloud of dust, and then rushed out of his body, and suddenly rushed behind Blake, and the notes in his sleeves spread out and pounced on him.

Blake not only can stretch and contract his arms, but also have hidden moves on his claws, once he gets close to the opponent, he can skyrocket, this hand is a series of moves, the opponent is unable to guard against it, and he is scratched every time;

This move was unexpected, Pascal flicked his arm and wrapped the note around the tail, but the tail was not a weapon but was really born in Blake's body, like an arm, and it was surprisingly strong, the note was torn off alive, and the tail swept over. Pascal turned his palm into a knife and went straight to meet it, although this move was hastily struck, but in the middle of the way, his whole arm was full of strength, like a taut spring, but he heard Blake snort, his tail rolled up along the edge of his palm, and he stomped his foot and held up a paper tower to cover his body. Seeing this, Blake strained his buttocks, and his tail was struggling into the paper tower in a circle, but he saw Pascal's body break through the paper tower and rise to the ground, his tail smashing the paper tower, and the end of the tail at the end of his hand was stabbed like a spear.

"Kuroko be careful!" Polly had already followed Raphael, but had been hiding on the side, and couldn't help but shout.

Pascal kept turning when he pulled up, his eyes scanned all directions, and he had already noticed that Blake's tail was different, and when he jumped, he pulled out the paper knife to meet it, and when the two collided, the serrations on the paper knife had turned back and forth, and a string of sparks flashed when he hit the tip of the tail; The two of them have changed their moves several times, and the others who watched it were relaxed and cheerful, cheering again and again, and secretly sighed that this is a master duel.

Blake made a fool of himself in front of his minions, and his anger swelled, and his neck twisted to Pascal, and tongues of fire erupted like a torrent of rage in a roar. Pascal's pages were propped up at his feet, and he was able to float up and down as he pleased, swaying up and down, left and right. At this time, Blake shook his head, his neck stretched a few more points, puffed out his mouth vigorously, pounded his chest hard, and his tongue of fire skyrocketed several times.

Pascal was just about to dodge, suddenly caught a glimpse of Polly on the ground bandaging Russell's wounds, and couldn't help but arouse the ignorant karmic fire, and the paper windmill appeared in the air with his arm flung in the air, and the fierce wind blew to the tongue of fire, and actually forced the tongue of fire to live, and pressed the paper windmill by reaching out, and pushed the paper windmill forward with his body, only to feel the heat wave bubbling up, if it were not for the magic support, I was afraid that the heat wave would collapse in an instant.

Blake originally wanted to spew a tongue of fire and shake his majesty and find a little scene, but instead of scaring Pascal away, he was forced back by him, seeing that those little minions couldn't stop cheering and applauding him before, but now they were running farther and farther, and couldn't help but be angry, and shouted: "Wheel of life and death!" In the roar, the sharp claws grew a foot, and his body curled up in a ball, turning like a wheel, and his mouth still kept spitting fire.

Pascal saw that Blake's body was flying around and the outside condensed into a ring of fire, and the circle of fire was covered with a white halo, and he was about to hit like a cannonball, and he raised the pages in front of him, and followed his body around to the side. The power of Blake's outer ring of fire was already extraordinary, and it hit the layers of pages without pause and flashed, so fast that the pages did not burn, leaving only a black crack in the middle. Blake tried his best to hit Pascal half-dead, but suddenly there was a light in front of him, a paper flower was blooming, and before he could react to the severe pain in his lower back, he flew out with a bang, and when he saw that he was about to hit the ground, he opened his wings and stopped his body, and finally didn't let the little minions see his fart and urine.

"Hey, you shrunken turtle, you should help me, or I'll tell my second ......."

"Shut up!" The meatball-like man on the side suddenly spoke, and then said lazily as if he had just woken up: "I'm not a timid turtle with a shrunken head, I just love to sleep." ”

Pascal took the opportunity to say to Polly, "There's nothing wrong here, you can take him to the infirmary first." ”

Russell laughed and said, "You are stupid to me, this place is so lively, I am reluctant to leave!

"White, they scolded you for being a tortoise, they wanted to peel your tortoise shell and carve for a while, and they caught you stewed and drank it, and you weren't angry?" Blake shouted, and the little minions behind him burst into laughter.

White rolled his eyes, stepped forward slowly, turned his back to Pascal, but his head was twisted 180 degrees, and he looked at Pascal head-on, but his eyes were still half open and half closed: "I have been sleeping for two and a half days in a row, and I see that I am going to break the previous record, and I am called for you for this matter, so I will not be wronged for you to eat and beat." ”

Pascal said coldly: "As long as you have this ability." ”

"Well said, well said. Huai nodded and moved slowly. Pascal probably seeks stability by nature, and always waits for the opponent to make a move when facing the enemy, and only thinks of counterattacking when he finds out the way, but when he sees the old lady White falling backwards, he can't help but become more and more impatient, and he doesn't know whether he is condensing magic or deliberately delaying.

"There's a sloppy!" Pascal saw that White was walking more and more slowly, and his footsteps almost stopped, and he could no longer hold back, and with a wave of his right hand, the wind swept up the dust on the ground, and followed the paper needle in his left sleeve like a rainstorm. Unexpectedly, White did not dodge or dodge, and the paper needle hit his back and immediately fell to the ground.

"Ah, he has a turtle shell!" Polly couldn't help but shout out, quickly wrote it down, and only remembered that the matter of the Calvary Society was a forbidden area in the middle of the writing, and the informant complained to her that she was bullied by the Calvary Society, and the next day she broke her legs and lay in the infirmary, so frightened that her hands trembled and quickly stopped: "I didn't say anything, who shouted turtle shells just now, curly hair, is it you! It must be you!"

Pascal was just trying his tricks, his hands were sandwiched across his chest, and the pages were stirring under the magic of his palms, "Messy chrysanthemum!" Peanut flipped his hands, and the paper wheel flashed out with a buzzing sound. White's movements were already slow, where could he dodge, and the clothes on his back were torn by the paper wheel, revealing the indigo carapace, and then continued to retreat, and the paper wheel was forced to retreat. Pascal had already guessed a few points, and turned around the turtle shell with his hand, and White suddenly fell back and pressed the paper wheel to the ground, which also knocked the magic on the paper wheel away. Pascal was stunned, he didn't expect White to use such a strange trick, but then he was relieved, just because more strange tricks had followed.

White fell to the ground and bounced off his heels, slamming into Pascal like a cannonball. Pascalyan took out the page of the book in front of him, but he didn't expect White to make a random move when he hit it, but the force was extremely strong, and he hit the page at once; he didn't want to step forward with both hands, and after pressing the turtle shell, he shrank back, and then he lifted his magic and pushed it forward, and with a few clicks of his wrist and elbow joints, White's body was also pushed back, and after the turtle shell hit the ground, he turned around on the ground, and then saw two short legs kicking up, and White also took advantage of the force to stand up.

Pascal had never seen such a strange move, it was taboo to turn his back to the opponent, and it was unheard of to hit the opponent directly with his body, even Robert and Watt had never used this kind of move with armor protection, so if they wanted to see it well, they staggered their steps forward. White couldn't help but walk backwards, twisting his tortoise shell at Pascal.

"Don't be sluggish, let's do it!" Blake was intent on consuming Pascal, so he could get back on the field and see where White was slowly swallowing.

"It's okay, I'm going to sleep well, but I'm afraid I'm going to have to eat something. White shook his head and said, leaning over and hitting him with his shoulder. Pascal put his hands together and parted an extra note in the middle, and went head-on to Strangle White's neck, while raising his elbows to stop the tortoiseshell. White stared at this, his neck shrank, and his little head shrank into the shell, and the note was thrown into the air, and when Pascal sank his forearms to fight the shell, his head popped out again, and his feet jumped up and kicked.

Pascal is skillful in his hands, but he is not very bright in the next plate, and the paper needles in his sleeves are shaking and shooting down the plate. White quickly retracted his legs, but his body jumped slightly, pressed diagonally towards Pascal, and then stretched out his arms and threw punches back. Pascal saw White's three-way attack, his body shrank back to avoid the attack, followed by a group of paper cranes flying out of his sleeve, around the turtle shell and pounced in front of White, while secretly admiring: Unlike Blake's thunderous attack moves, White's movements are extremely slow, but the sense of rhythm is extremely in place; if he uses short kung fu to deal with it, he is short of hands and short feet, not to mention, he still carries a big turtle shell after transforming, and the tarsal grappler is useless; if you use paper magic and you may not be able to break the turtle shell, not to mention that you are not willing to do your best at the moment, otherwise how to deal with the golden phoenix and the jade unicorn later。