Facing Serafiel, Tilan was not as relaxed as she had been with Meti before, and this time she was also fully focused on seriousness.

The light gray crystal cross sword was held in the palm of his hand, and the blade was like an upright ice crystal, transparent and flawless, and emitting bursts of white smoke, which was cold.

Seeing Tilan's preparation, Serafiel also held her sword in front of her, and soon the boiling white flames filled the air, turning into a ripple ring of fire that spread under her feet.

Then a circle of light spreads abruptly, and then snow-white flaming wings spread out behind her, and Seraphael slowly rises, and under her long golden hair, a mark of golden flame begins to appear on her white eyebrows, which means that she is recognized by the sleeping angels in the depths of the sea of Ejika, and can exercise some of her power on her behalf.

"Holy Flame Jessica"

Wrapped in a glorious song, wrapped in a glorious flame, a snow-white and holy sword, and a flawless blade, holding the holy sword, Serafiel sings an ancient poem, which is the song of the great achievements of the angels who descended into the world in the Third Age and led the world to fight against the chaotic phantoms that swept the world.

"When the shadow of sin rises in the land, three rays of light shine down from heaven.

The light, like a living creature, made a sound.

And his voice was like singing and praying, and seven thousand five hundred and twenty-six messengers with wings on their backs came to earth.'"

With each reciting a word, the flames on her body and the long sword in her hand skyrocketed by a point, until finally, as if the whole person was shrouded in blazing white flames, dazzling and impossible to look at, the glorious heat burned the whole audience, making the audience outside the battlefield feel sweaty.

Opening the pair of pure and bright blue eyes, Serafiel looked directly at the black-haired girl opposite, as if an invisible flame was burning in the pupil, she never left her hand from the beginning, because she knew better than any contestant that the strength of the girl in front of her was by no means as simple as it was currently performing.

She watched as waves of suffocating fire spread from under Serafil's feet, blowing Tilan's hair and skirt up, and although it seemed to outsiders to be unbearable heat, it was not so for her.

The essence of high temperature is that molecules move at high speed and irregularly, and her talent for crystallization and stillness can protect her from such abilities.

Her hair fluttered, and she slowly clenched the ice-bladed sword in her hand, her eyes slightly closed.

The methods of the ordinary withering sequence and the ability of the singer are not very effective against the light feather sequence, so in this case, let's use this set of swordsmanship.

"The Legend of the Blue Bird: Flowing Wind Painting Shadow Swordsmanship."

Holding the long sword in his hand, Ti Lan swung it gently, its movements were like a dancing sword, particularly gorgeous, and the sleeves of the black flower ornament had a dark blue lining, and as it turned, the white wrist was exposed.

Between the rotation of the figure, her figure is vaguely misaligned, and with the acceleration of the girl's movements, this sense of dislocation becomes more and more obvious, until later people see that it is not misalignment, but that the girl has a phantom afterimage that is exactly the same as herself, and the movements of these illusions are always half a beat slower than the previous one, and the color is getting lighter and lighter, and the girl simply turns the blade, leaving a circle of afterimages of sword light.

Although she didn't understand why the girl in front of her could act in the holy white flames unaffected, Serafiel didn't have the heart to guess and began to act.

The flaming wings behind her flapped, her body flew against the ground, and the crossed blade wrapped around the holy flame slashed down, dodging Tilan, but that wasn't the end of it, a series of crashing sounds came from the blade in Serafiel's hand.

The illusions that also moved behind those girls were not nothing, as if they had entities at the moment of attack, and they were slashed one after another.

In the ensuing battle, the two of them became faster and faster, and the scene seemed to be that Serafiel was fighting with more than ten people at the same time, as long as Tilan flipped and swung his sword, twelve long swords were slashed one after another, and the body arc around Serafiel, and in an instant, twelve long swords were also stabbed out at the same time.

In the face of such a strange and thoughtful swordsmanship, Serafiel frowned, the symbol in her eyes flashed, and the sword blade holy flame in her hand soared, swept violently, and smashed and tore the long sword in front of her, but Tilan took a step back and attacked again, and a series of swords burst out, making Serafiel difficult to parry.

After several encounters like this, wounds began to appear on Serafiel's body, but fortunately, these visions were not her after all, and the wounds were not deep after breaking through her defenses.

Seeing that it was not the way to go on for a long time, Serafiel turned and leaped to her feet, her flaming wings carrying her soaring upwards through the layers of atmosphere to the night sky.

After getting rid of Tilan for a moment, Serafir closed her eyes and sang again.

"So the blessed ones who followed the light became messengers.

They wield sharp swords, the sharpness of which can slay the vicious serpent of the heart, and the scorching heat of which can burn the distorted shadows of the world.'"

As Serafiel chanted, the flame of the holy sword in her hand burned even more dazzlingly, and the blade of the sword seemed to melt, twisting and deforming, turning into a curved serpent, and the snake was incomparably inscribed with countless holy incantations.

Wielding the serpentine sword, Serafil swooped down again, and Tiran fought as she flew up.

Another clash of blades, but this time the spell mark on the serpentine sword was particularly eye-catching, and under its illumination, the illusionary remnants behind Tilan dissipated.

The two staggered and separated, and Tiran looked curiously at the serpent sword in Serafiel's hand.

"The light feather sequence is really blessed, and the ability to dispel and purify can restrain too many secret methods." She shook her head.

Since you can't take advantage of it, you can only fight for hard power, the girl meditated in her heart.

Serafiel swung her sword again, and the fiery arc of the sword slashed at Tilan, who parried with the ice crystal sword, and in an instant the ice crystal sword shattered and melted, and the girl was not surprised by this.

She let go of her sword as she skimmed, her body back, and then she let out a slight cough and cleared her throat.

"Ah~" shouted in a slightly delicate voice, and then his voice turned and became ethereal.

At some point, seven pale blue strings appeared in Tilan's hand, and with the plucking of her fingers, pale blue butterflies flew out from between the strings, and then dissipated into the night sky.

"The wind in the distance brings your call"

"The light from afar brings your figure"

In the slightly brisk singing, the sound of the piano spilled like drops of water hitting the earth, and the evening breeze blew, waving the flowing clouds in the night sky.

"The only meaning of life is today"

"I will embark on the journey without regrets"

The girl's eyes were slightly closed, she played the piano with one hand, pressed her chest lightly with the other, and sang softly.

Serafiel's gaze stared, swinging her sword straight up, trying to interrupt the girl's chanting, but suddenly a blue sword-wielding figure flashed in midair, her silhouette was the same as that of the girl, blocking Serafiel's path.

A fiery sword slash shattered the phantom and dissipated it, but soon another blue sword-wielding phantom flashed forward and stopped Serafiel.

In this way, one after another, in a matter of seconds, Serafiel slashed more than a dozen sword-wielding figures in the way, and continued to advance towards Tilan's location.

At this time, Ti Lan slowly opened her eyes, in which there seemed to be thousands of stars and sand, and the song that spanned time flowed and conveyed from that soft voice, behind her, the night sky had never been so clear, and every trace of flowing clouds was so clearly visible.

"As we drift slowly towards the horizon"

"When we let everything go as we please"

"Will you want to go with me?"

The strings in the girl's hands dispersed, and she stood quietly in the night sky, her hands folded, and she stood lightly on her forehead, as if to cover something.

At this time, Serafiel held the flaming snake sword like a streamer through the layers of barriers, and stabbed straight into Tilan's chest.

Finally, the overlapping palms parted, revealing the incomparably pure moonlight mark on the girl's eyebrows.

Time seemed to press the pause button at this moment, the girl's palm slowly drew a perfect circle from top to bottom, and in the night sky behind her, a full moon that obscured the sky of the entire venue slowly unfolded.

In the silvery white moonlight, the two small figures in the moonlight froze here.

"I'm going to hunt for the dreams I'm chasing."

"I will fight my way through the nine clouds."

The incomparably bright moonlight sprinkled down, dispelling the scorching heat of the earth and the entire venue, and the boiling white flame slowly extinguished, and a pure and peaceful world descended.

"I will be in my arms at last"

"I Will Sing Praises to the Great Creation"

"I will drown in endless songs"

The girl's song was still whispering in the moonlight, and the serpent sword slowly pierced into her chest in the quicksand of suspended time until it pierced through.

"I'm going to win your ambiguous gaze eventually."

"The breeze is blowing in my ears again."

"I know it's your whisper."

Traces of blood spilled from the corners of her mouth, Tiran held Serafiel's wrist holding the sword, and finished singing the last few lyrics, perhaps shocked by such a scene, or perhaps moved by the song, Serafiel was a little distracted, her wrist unconsciously let go of the hilt of the sword, and looked at the girl under the moonlight in a daze.

The blade of the sword slowly dissipated into smoke and dust, and the girl lightly pressed the wound on her chest with one hand, and gently brushed Serafiel's cheek with the other, leaving a faint trail of blood, and then her fingers tapped the center of Serafiel's eyebrows, causing the angel-blessed girl to slowly close her eyes and fall into a quiet dream.

The white wings behind her wrapped around Serafiel like feathers, and slowly descended with her, and finally lay down on the moonlit earth, breathing steadily, falling into a long dream and sleep.

After a long silence, the referee resisted the idea of not disturbing and announced the end of the competition.

"Edus Academy wins."

Tilan's song is "Drifters", which can be found in the playlist. Drifters

(End of chapter)