On Saturday, December 26, the fifth round of the qualifiers.

"As the player in control, the Han Feng player did not choose to retreat to the sidelines after winning the first round this time, but signaled the referee to continue to participate in the battle, could it be that Ling Feng has any new tactics?"

In the gap before the start of the second round, the commentator analyzed the current situation, "But the next player in Yanyun Middle School will be Tie Geng, who is the main attacker.

He was a newcomer in the last session, and he already had a bright enough performance, and this year he has been breaking through all the way, and it is difficult to meet opponents, which should be a difficult challenge for Korean style players!"

Hearing this analysis, a group of girls in cheerleading uniforms in the audience cheered and shouted:

"In the cold pool of the bright moon, the green pine is faintly singing in the wind!!

"It's always empty to see the floating life, and it's the Korean style to dominate it!!

At the same time, as a boy with wheat-colored skin and short hair walked up to the arena, there were also a few scattered shouts and cheers from the audience at Yanyun Middle School:

"Come on, senior! Hey, don't just shout at me, a few of you shout too, it's embarrassing..."

"Oh, okay, come on, senior! Hey? At nine o'clock, the girl on the cheerleading team looks pretty good..."

"It's really good-looking, I'll add a contact information later... Come on, senior!"

"Come on, senior! By the way, who has a power bank? My phone is running out of battery, and I'm pushing the tower..."

The stark contrast between the two parties made Tie Geng, who was subjected to a great psychological gap, almost bite his back molars.

"These handsome guys are damn good! It's just a face that can be so popular with girls!"

Looking at Han Feng, who enjoyed the treatment like a tsunami, but had a blank face, Tie Geng's eyes were about to burst into flames, and he couldn't help but rivet himself in his heart, "You kid just wait!" Lose later, and see how your fans turn against you!"

As he began to imagine himself being surrounded by a group of girls in his mind, the corners of Tie Geng's mouth couldn't help but rise wildly.

Strength is the most attractive attribute of a man!

"Xin..."

Seeing that his own demon envoy looked like an idiot, the golden illusory figure holding a horse chopping knife, he couldn't help but sigh helplessly.

"Both sides are ready, the game is about to begin!"

Soon, the referee raised the starting pistol and began the countdown: "Three... Two... One!"

"Bang!"

With the sound of the gun, Tie Geng's expression instantly converged, and his right hand quickly stretched out sideways and shouted: "Ha!"

I saw the Xin Jin Blade Ghost beside him, and his whole body was full of golden light, and he crashed into his own demon envoy.

In the blink of an eye, a tall figure that seemed to be cast in pure copper and reflected the shining luster stood tall.

On the other side, Han Feng also quickly sat on the back of the frostwing warlord when the starting gun sounded, dressed in iron armor and holding a cold gun, heroic and compelling.

"Card... Card... card..."

With the sound of the horse's hooves as the frostwing warlords began to charge, the ice spear in Han Feng's hand also changed slightly.

The exterior is still made of ice, but the inside is condensed with a stretch of cold white bones...

"The horse chopping knife is here, why don't you get off the horse quickly!?"

Tie Geng twisted his hands, slammed the seven-foot-long chopping knife to the ground, and shouted loudly with angry eyes.

With the thick gold armor with complex patterns, it has a bit of the domineering spirit of a battlefield general.

However, in the face of intimidation, Han Feng's face did not change, and he still rode the "Frost Wing Warlord" with an indifferent face.

"Hmph, I'm not afraid that you will come, but I am afraid that you will not come..."

Seeing this, the corners of Tie Geng's mouth couldn't help but hook slightly.

In most people's cognition, whether it is the "Gengjin Sword Demon" or the "Xin Jin Blade Ghost", the racial ability is the "sharp edge" that bursts out of "sharp energy" for all-round body protection.

However, really nurture this kind

The Demon Envoy of the special demon spirit transformed by the instrument can sometimes tap into racial abilities other than "sharp edge".

It may not be accurate to call it "racial ability", after all, only the ability that the majority of individuals of a race possess should be called "racial ability".

The special abilities possessed by an individual may be more appropriately referred to as "individual talents".

In short, the "individual talents" of the appliance spirits are strange, but they are often related to the utensils themselves.

For example, the horse chopping knife that is the main body of the "Xin Jin Blade Ghost" should have seen blood in the past, so it contains a special evil aura.

Through continuous excavation and enhancement, it finally honed a deterrent effect specifically for horse spirits.

When the battle was about to be fought, a knife cracked out, shocking the heart, and the horse's head fell to the ground!

"Look at me! Cubs!"

With a loud shout, the ice-blue eyes of the "Frostwing Warlord" were already reflected in the figure of Tie Geng holding a slashing sword in both hands.

In an instant, the surrounding environment changed suddenly.

The wolf smoke is everywhere, and the beacon is full of fire.

The surroundings are no longer a sea of people shouting and cheering, but an endless sea of corpses and blood, and the mournful singing gold that echoes among the miserable clouds of the remnant sun.

The ground under the horse's hooves is no longer a vibrant green grass, but a blood-soaked and lifeless purple red.

The cold light of the horse chopping knife, the abrupt hissing of the stop, the pain of tearing the neck and shoulder, the blood gushing in front of the eyes...

Everything seems to be happening.

Or rather, a dream of an uncertain prophet...

"Qiang—"

With the sound of the clashing of gold and iron, the Shura field strewn with corpses seemed to be torn apart by sharp weapons, and dissipated without a trace in an instant.

The crowds are still there, and the grass is still green.

The only difference is that Han Feng, whose face has become pale, and Tie Geng, who has his face as usual, who is facing away from him.

"That trick was interesting."

Han Feng tilted his head slightly and praised softly.

"Why... It's going to be useless..."

Tie Geng's lips were slightly purple, and he squirmed stiffly.

If you look closely at this moment, you will find that his face is as usual after the fight - the whole person is frozen.

"When it cuts the mane of the foal, it uses a horse chopping knife, and the mane cutter hires a lieutenant-level demon envoy who also contracts with the "Xin Jin Blade Ghost".

Han Feng's fingers ran between the manes of the Frost Battle Banner.

"... Miscalculation... You're so handsome..."

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