The audience already has a very clear understanding of the toughness of these little dolls in the junior branch of Tianlong Academy. After so many days of excitement, the audience has long been accustomed to, and even numb, this high-paced way of separating winners and losers. Therefore, another spike does not make them overly excited. It's just that deep down, people are full of expectations for how long this kind of fighting can last.

Like an excited deer, Vivien jumped off the ring. Back at the station, Vivian saw the cold young man dressed in black who was about to play, and her mood was instantly calm. Huo Ran changed from an enthusiastic gypsy girl back to a noble girl who has lived in the boudoir for a long time.

"You, be careful!"

Vivien lowered her head, biting her lip and whispering. Two crimson flowers jumped on his face. Sikujes was stunned for a moment, nodded slightly, and strode to the ring. I thought that no one would be able to hear the words, but I unexpectedly got a reply from my sweetheart, and the color on Vivian's face suddenly became even more beautiful.

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"Shameless, shameless!"

Qing Feng slowly put down the appearance schedule in his hand and gave a big thumbs up to Roger, who seemed to be enjoying high praise next to him. Another form with the same form has been handed over to the organizing committee in advance before the competition. According to the plan of the combat staff, Vivien, the holy woman of the Temple of Light, was the first to play, which could disturb the enemy's mind to the greatest extent. And the second appearance of Sikujes from the Mavega Alliance greatly stimulated the highest university of the Alat Alliance, which was a mortal enemy of each other.

If Vivien appears on the stage, the other party can also be said to be a rat trap. Then Sikujes was completely throwing a bright fire into a pile of dangerous gunpowder. When the fire ignited, the weary firefighters wondered how they would feel when they discovered that the angel they wanted to protect had come towards them with the demon who set the fire. I guess it's all five flavors!" Qingfeng thought.

However, what gave him a headache was that after the stunned and sad people suddenly woke up, would they use themselves, the innocent person in charge of the finish, as a scapegoat and launch an unprecedented desperate revenge offensive!

Black, this plan is a bit dark!

Qing Feng patted his forehead, this question is not easy to think about. The boat was straight to the bridge, and Qingfeng didn't believe that there was anything in the world that couldn't be overcome.

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Sure enough, Sikujes' appearance provoked the opposing camp to release one hundred and two percent of its energy. It's actually 200 percent, but why didn't you accumulate enough rage? The reason is simple, because this game is a remake of the previous one. It's just that Sikujes is more skilled than Vivien, and his offense is much more spicy.

The light lineup and the dark lineup have been fighting for 10,000 years, and the grievances are not to be said. When the enemies saw each other, they were very red-eyed. Maher is a fourth-year student in the Elementary Branch of the Temple of Light. As a veteran who is about to be promoted to the Intermediate Division, Maher has the strength of the recognized top three in the junior college team this time.

The Temple of Light was already very disdainful of this team that was touted to the point of becoming a legend. They believe that the reason why the primary department of Tianlong Academy has been able to come to this point is that the strength has increased is certainly one thing, but luck also occupies a very important component.

Coupled with the Holy Maiden of Light sent in the first battle, the anger of the Temple of Light has been stored on the verge of exploding. They need a chance, a chance to explode. As a result, Sikuges, as the rising star of the dark camp, naturally became their target for venting. However, when the bell starts, they find out that they are wrong again.

Sikujes had no consciousness of being used as a vent at all. He just walked towards the other party silently, with a cold face. Strange and obscure syllables whispered from his mouth at a rapid pace. He saw a dark green six-pointed star Huo Ran appear in front of him, and small dark vortices suddenly gathered around Sikujies's body. They devoured frantically, defusing all the attacks that dared to attack.

Mach had already learned the lessons of the war. As a more powerful priest than Juan, he chose to attack on the go, but that didn't make him any more at ease. Because, he saw that icy boy approaching step by step. At the same time, he was aware of the danger of the seemingly harmless small black hole that surrounded the boy.

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Mach was drenched in cold sweat. He is like a large magnet, no matter where he dodges, the other party will come straight to him. For magicians, distance determines victory or defeat. The approach did not seem to threaten anything, but Mach felt the pressure.

Maher didn't understand the other party's intention to approach, but he was still vigilant enough. After all, in the last game, Juan was distracted by a harmless physical attack from Vivien, which led to a big defeat. Maher didn't want to follow in the footsteps of that unlucky guy.

Suddenly, Mach increased his pace of movement again, and one after another light-type attack magic shot out from his wand from time to time, attacking the black-haired boy who was getting closer and closer.

The black-haired boy walked forward slowly, without the slightest panic, and the black hole in front of him swallowed up all the attacks that were shot indiscriminately. It was as if in his mind, the formidable opponent in front of him was nothing more than a living cockroach. All he needed to do was walk up and stomp him under his feet, then run him over twice!

Mach has pushed speed to the limit. But he didn't understand why the cold boy could still keep up with him, like a maggot on the tarsal bones, and he couldn't shake it off even if he wanted to.

He's a magician, could it be that he really looks like a warrior in a bloody hand-to-hand fight?

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The black-haired boy was getting closer and closer, and Ma He could almost see the faint green tendons on the other party's thin body. Sweat poured down like a torrential rain, and Mach suddenly turned into a water man.

Mach's face was as pale as gold paper. The originally thick nerves were forced to pull into a thin line by the powerful sense of urgency at this moment, as if they could be broken at any time. Mach felt that if he didn't do something about it, he would be driven crazy by this insane sense of oppression. I saw that he Huo Ran gave up the most familiar spell attack, waved the wand in his hand, and relied on his body that was a circle larger than Sikujes to rush forward.

The choice is stupid. The result is obvious!

Not every magician is a sick man who is weak, at least not the one in front of him. Sikujes' left hand flicked away Mach's wand with all the power he had slammed. Then with a wave of his right hand, he slammed it towards Mach, who was full of astonishment, as if he were driving away a pesky fly.

"Don't!"

An inopportune female voice came from the sidelines. Sikujies's 10,000-year-old iceberg-like face moved slightly, and his hand unconsciously retracted a little strength. But even this did not change the fate of Mach's defeat.

I saw Mach's eyes bulging, like a kite with a broken string. Flutteringly, it spewed out blood foam in the sky, rolling in the air and falling directly into the ring.

The audience's long-suppressed emotions suddenly exploded, the deafening cheers resounded in the sky, and the vent-like stomping celebration shook the whole city again.

Sikujes was neither happy nor sad, and walked back to his camp indifferently.

"Thank you!" Vivien stepped forward and thanked softly in a voice that only the two of them could hear.

Sikujes didn't say anything, just smiled imperceptibly back.

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After that, the two-man race Tianlong Academy lined up the combination of Sikujes and Vivian. The cardinal who led the team in the Temple of Light was full of anguish, because he had already guessed the next ending. Knowing the outcome, but being powerless to change it, is probably the greatest sorrow in the world!

Sure enough, the duo of the Temple of Light was defeated in a few rounds under the fierce attack of this pair of happy enemies who were famous in the Western world. Seven games to three, the Temple of Light was forced to a dead end!

As the third runner-up of the last junior group, the Temple of Light has its own pride. They can't allow it, and they can't just throw away all hope of qualifying.

The cardinal beckoned and called a servant to him. After a few words, he sat down again and fell silent.

The little guy hurriedly ran to the organizing committee and exchanged anxiously for a while, then turned around and gestured to the cardinal who had been watching him.

The cardinal rubbed his eyebrows, and suddenly breathed a sigh of relief. With a slight wave of the palm, it seems to send out some signal, and it seems to wave away all the troubles.

An emaciated figure stepped out of the shadows behind the cardinal. He slowly walked over to the cardinal, bowed respectfully, and walked into the ring without looking back.

The audience had already noticed the change. A strong team like the Temple of Light has its own unique heritage, and since it is a matter of life and death, it is naturally impossible to continue to hide its secrets. Then, this thin figure must be their biggest hidden trump card.

Many of the officers who came to inspect the enemy situation could not help but gasp. These veteran representatives naturally know the hole cards of the Temple of Light. It's just that they never imagined that this hole card, which was enough to fight against the strongest of the championship team, would be played so quickly. Their expressions were solemn, not only because of his appearance, but also for the strength of the primary department of Tianlong Academy.

The thin figure slowly walked into the ring, and his long light brown hair fluttered in the wind. The whole person is like a willow in the wind, swaying, as if it may fall down at any time. He took out his wand, which was shielded from his robes, and stood in the wind.

When the wand was in his hands, his sickly face suddenly seemed to bloom with a different essence. A resolute determination suddenly appeared on his face, and his swaying body suddenly turned into an optimus pillar, nailed firmly to the ring.

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"Moore, a fourth-year student at the Temple of Light's Junior Branch. Although he is only 15 years old, his strength is as high as the peak of the sixth level. Even if you put it in the intermediate college, it is a top powerhouse!

He is known as a once-in-a-century genius by the Temple of Light. It is also recognized as the top three players in the personal strength ranking of previous conferences. Some people estimate that his strength should be second only to Li Zaidao, the number one genius of Jinghua Academy. ”

Vivien came to Qingfeng's side at some point and explained softly to Qingfeng. Her eyes didn't show the kind of worry that the right lover had when he appeared. Because as teammates, these students of the 11th class know Qingfeng's fierce strength. Absolute strength in exchange for absolute confidence. Vivien didn't believe that there was anyone else in her age group who threatened Blue Point. Even if the other person is a few years older, it can't!

If the other party is called a once-in-a-century genius. Then, Duan Qingfeng is definitely a genius who comes out once in a thousand years!

Qing Feng smiled slightly, and did not make too many fancy moves. I saw him moving his steps, step by step, and solidly walked into the ring. Take on the challenge of one of the most powerful beings of your age!

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