At this moment, a man with a spear in his hand stepped out from among them, and the priest took a closer look at the man. He was not wearing the same school uniform as the others, but rather a very loose coarse jacket, white loose trousers, and a pair of eyes that looked like stagnant water under his dark black hair.

Judging from the eyes of the others, this man was definitely the strongest here. Because he didn't need any words, the people around him made way for him, and the sacrifice could clearly feel a terrifying power from him.

The man said lightly to the sacrifice, "My name is Leng Wushuang, let's start if you want to fight!"

After speaking, the spear was like a dragon going out to sea, shuttling in front of the sacrifice, and the sacrifice was forced by the man's marksmanship to retreat a few steps back one after another before gaining a foothold.

The sacrificial priest glanced at Leng Wushuang, and the corners of his mouth trembled slightly, revealing a hint of a smile. I saw that the black ring on the right hand of the sacrificial priest lit up slightly, and the sword of chasing the sword appeared directly in the sacrificial corpse's hand.

The priest held the sword in his hand and said, "Use whatever you can! ”

Leng Wushuang's surname seemed to be the same as his name, and the sacrificial words did not anger him in the slightest. For a martial artist, the feeling of blood boiling is important, but maintaining a calm heart is even more rare.

The spear in Leng Wu's hands is like having eyes, and there is an excellent rhythm between advancing and retreating. It can be said that it is the first time that he has competed with a real martial artist, and his blood is boiling.

Between the two of them, this attack and defense made the surrounding academies cheer and shout, of course, most of the people were cheering for Leng Wushuang, after all, Leng Wushuang was now representing them.

Just when the two seemed to be equal, Leng Wushuang smiled and said, "Be careful!"

After saying that, a cloud of milky white energy ignited on his spear. With the appearance of this energy, Leng Wushuang's spear speed was as much as doubled, and this instantaneous change caught the sacrifice unprepared, and the spear in Leng Wushuang's hands was divided into three layers like a vigorous tiger, with both shoulders on the top, ribs on the middle, and knees on the bottom.

The sacrificial corpse was caught off guard by this sudden onslaught, only to see Leng Wushuang's spear whirling, and even the sacrificial corpse directly knocked him to the ground several times.

The priest got up from the ground in a bit of embarrassment, looked at Leng Wushuang and said, "Good marksmanship!" ”

After speaking, he chased the sword in his hand. The four primordial stones shone brightly at the same time, and the speed of the whole person skyrocketed, and the situation that was originally suppressed and beaten was suddenly reversed. Every sword of the Sacrifice made Leng Wushuang try his best to block it, and in Leng Wushuang's eyes, every attack of the Sacrifice made him more tricky than the last time.

For this kind of opponent, Leng Wushuang actually laughed, and the same smile actually appeared on the face of the sacrifice. As they collided fiercely, the light on the weapons in their hands became stronger and stronger, and each attack on both sides would bring a strong air current, and this situation became more and more severe with time.

This scene made the faces of those students around them show shocked expressions, what kind of battle is this a student-level battle. Even the high-level martial artists will definitely not be more exciting than this, and many academies have forgotten to shout cheers.

At this time, Prince Mo was directly blocked between the two. A cloud of pale golden energy blocked the attacks on the left and right sides of the two characters like a protective shield, and I saw Prince Mo wave his hands towards the two little guys, directly blasting the two of them away.

Prince Mo coughed lightly, "Both of you will represent our academy in this competition against the Yanshi Academy. There are three other places to choose from among those of you who have been born, and I hope you will cheer up. ”

Looking at such a bloody battle, who can still calm their hearts down, everyone's face is full of the urge to fight.

Prince Mo said to Leng Wushuang, "Wushuang is here, I'll introduce you! This young man is called a sacrificial priest and a swordsman, you must get along well in the future." ”

Leng Wushuang glanced at the sacrifice and said softly, "I haven't used all my strength yet, otherwise you wouldn't be my opponent at all." After saying that, he turned around and left.

The sacrificial priest glanced at Leng Wushuang who was leaving, then at Prince Mo and said, "Dean, if I don't feel wrong, is he a creator?"

As for the title of dean, it was explained by Prince Mo before he came here again, after all, in the academy, calling Uncle or something has a bad impact after all. The priest didn't like to call others uncles too much, after all, he didn't worship nothingness as a teacher, so he naturally agreed.

Prince Mo paused for a moment and replied, "No! Wushuang is not a creator, if it is more accurate, he is a magician, or a magician. ”

For mages, Sacrificial had heard from Void about mages, a profession that relied on elemental spells for attack and defense. But the magician, he doesn't know too much.

The priest asked suspiciously, "What is a magician, is it the one who forged the magic props?"

Prince Mo smiled and said, "Sacrifice! It seems that you have a lot to learn." The Caster, like our Creator's branch, the Caster, has the ability to attach a caste to equipment. The Caster uses bizarre spell engravings to increase the power of weapons and equipment or to give them some special castes. The Molder, on the other hand, begins to give it abilities when he is forging weapons and equipment, and these two seemingly similar professions are very different. Xiangdong old ghost, he verbally said that he was a blacksmith, but in fact he was a molder. ”

After listening to Prince Mo's explanation, he suddenly realized, "No wonder I felt the energy of the Feng family from his weapon, but it didn't exist on his body, and there was no original stone on his weapon, that is the power of the demon casting, right?"

Prince Mo nodded and said, "That's right! Whether it is a demon caster or a mold caster, they are the most popular professions on the mainland. Whether it's an ordinary samurai or a noble creator, who doesn't want to get a divine weapon or two? Even at my level, don't you want to coax that old ghost?"

At this moment, the worship of Uncle Dong was raised to a higher level. When fighting against Leng Wushuang, the sacrificial corpse clearly felt that the chaser in his hand had not fully exerted its strength, or it was as if it had been stifled by Leng Wushuang's demon-casting spear. Otherwise, the power of chasing and breaking will definitely not be like this.

Prince Mo glanced at the sacrificial corpse and said to all the elite students, "I think the strength of Leng Wushuang and the sacrificial corpse is obvious to everyone, I don't think there will be any more objections to their participation in the competition, right?"

Whether it is a sacrifice or Leng Wushuang, their combat effectiveness has definitely given these guys a glimpse of what power is. As for measuring the strength between friend and foe is the most basic quality of a martial artist, they naturally understand that they can't compare with these two guys at all, so their quota for the competition has shrunk to three.