"You're strong!"

As soon as Qing Feng stood still, he was stunned by the abrupt words of the thin figure. After a few seconds of pause, Qing Feng politely replied with a fist salute.

"I've studied your fight. I don't think your promotion is a result of luck. You are strong, and you are the strongest among them. There is no doubt about that. I'm looking forward to it!"

The thin figure didn't seem to see Qing Feng's salute. His eyes stared blankly into the distance, as if a mentally ill person was chattering alone in an empty ring. Coupled with that pale face and fluffy messy hair, the image is very terrifying. It's a far cry from the image of the clergy who take care of their bodies meticulously. The only objects that could still tell him as a priest were the yellowed robes that had been worn long since he was wearing, and the gleaming golden cross that hung around his neck.

"Thank you...... Rub...... Mr. Er. ”

Moore slowly turned his face, a pair of dark blue eyes staring at Qing Feng without blinking. Qing Feng suddenly felt a relief in his heart, as if he was pulled deep by a tranquility from the netherworld, and he couldn't extricate himself at all.

Qing Feng bit the tip of his tongue fiercely, and the pain in his heart suddenly pulled him back to reality. Qingfeng lowered his head slightly, no longer looking into Moore's eyes. Although he couldn't see Moore's face, Qing Feng's heart was shocked.

You must know that after half a year of special training, even if you do not reach the realm of heart like water, it is not far away. But it was such a simple look at each other that made him fall into it. It seems that the other party is surprisingly terrifying!

Qingfeng felt that his back was already soaked in cold sweat. If you are in the middle of a high-tension battle at the moment, what will be the effect of this gaze?

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As if he didn't see Qing Feng's embarrassment, the thin Moore smiled back at Qing Feng. With a flick of his robe, Moore stepped on the small steps of the Western aristocratic standard, and gracefully took a few steps back like a swan, widening the distance between him and Qingfeng.

As they retreated, the audience seemed to see the golden light from the sky and the sound from heaven. A radiant and solemn god with a blurred face always supported Moore and embraced him tightly.

"Can we start?"

The referee on the sidelines was awakened from his confusion by Moore's soft voice, shook his messy head fiercely, and then nodded.

It was indeed not simple, Qing Feng, who was secretly contemplative, licked his dry lips with interest, and swallowed the already bitter saliva in his mouth. A gleam flashed from Qing Feng's eyes, and the long-awaited opponent finally appeared, and Qing Feng couldn't wait to rush over and fight happily.

The opening bell rang, and Qing Feng suddenly made a big stride forward. He knew that dealing with such an opponent could only quickly close the distance between the two. Otherwise, the battle will soon be incorporated into the rhythm of the other side.

Moore stood silently, seemingly oblivious to the advance of Blue Blade. I saw him gently caress the mahogany wand in his hand, as if caressing his closest lover. Completely immerse yourself in one's world.

Blue Point doesn't ignore his opponents because of their anomalies. In the middle of the rush, the exaggerated greatsword that had not been shot since the tournament was finally unsheathed. Like a god of war, Qingfeng unleashed the most powerful oppression, and the invisible breeze was clearly visible by the blue light of the weapon. Everyone in the arena felt a biting chill.

Fifty steps, ten steps, five steps...... The distance between the two was getting closer and closer, and each other's hairs could almost be seen. Qing Feng's brows furrowed slightly, and he felt that something was wrong with his combat experience, but this did not stop him from waving the great sword in his hand.

The bladeless heavy sword smashed like a meteorite from the sky, and Moore blinked his curly eyelashes slightly, and a disdainful smile leaped to his face.

The big sword slashed hard at Moore, and there was a scream of timid girls from the sidelines. Many people who were stimulated widened their eyes and watched everything on the field.

Is it another instant kill? But this is too! Unexpectedly let the opponent attack without resistance, although this thing looks a little silly, it won't really be funny!

Questions filled the noisy arena, but the audience's expectations did not materialize.

There was no screaming in horror, no dazzling blood, and no scene of the persimmon being smashed flat as people imagined. Yes, it's just pieces of broken mirrors.

After feeling something unusual, Qing Feng struck with all his strength and pulled back the remaining three points. But the remaining seven points of great strength are not something that a thin pastor can bear. When the big sword slashed at the opponent, Qing Feng didn't feel a dripping sensation of entering the flesh, and there was not even a little resistance. Moore's thin body was touched by the big sword, and many more cracks broke out in the air. As the greatsword slammed down, the smiling Moore split into countless tiny fragments scattered in the wind and vanished.

Qing Feng's face was full of surprise, but fortunately he had some spare strength, so that the big sword was not inserted into the ring.

Qing Feng leaned down with the remaining force of the great sword, and sprang out at an angle almost parallel to the ring. A Song of Light attack spell that was not too powerful suddenly fell from the sky at the spot where Qingfeng had just launched the attack, completely purifying the remaining mirror powder.

Blue Blade soared into the air with a sword point, quickly stopping the momentum with a beautiful front flip. Qing Feng held his big sword in front of him and calmly observed the situation on the field. However, soon Qingfeng had to frown again.

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In the huge ring, more than a dozen long-haired Moores scattered around. That unique contempt was coming towards Qingfeng from all directions. Qing Feng's eyes froze, and he suddenly raised his spirit to an extremely high level.

The sun shines through the white clouds, revealing a warm smile, and a meter of sunlight shines on the entire ring from top to bottom. More than a dozen moores were flickering in the sunlight, and a series of square and staggered horizontal and vertical edges appeared in front of Qing Feng's eyes.

Qing Feng gasped, his hard work in the Heavenly Dragon Academy made it easy for him to recognize the formation in front of him.

"Mirror of Light!"

Someone with a little insight had already shouted from the sidelines in place of Blue Point.

That's right, the Mirror of Light. According to records, the Mirror of Light is a micro-space magic unique to the Light Department. The caster can pass through the myriad magically condensed mirrors according to the strength of his abilities, adjusting the position of his attacks at will, but leaving the enemy unclear of the caster's true body.

Without the ability to break all mirrors at once, the mage can even dodge attacks as powerful as a forbidden spell. For Moore, who is at the peak of the sixth order, this can be described as a complete super-level magic. But if it weren't for that, this person wouldn't have received such a high rating.

Qing Feng smiled slightly, what a hard stubble! Originally, his strength was expected to be very high, who knew that he actually gave himself a bigger surprise. This kind of fight will help improve his strength, and Qingfeng doesn't want to let go of this rare opportunity.

Blue Blade sped up again, instantly increasing his speed to the extreme. A row of afterimages floated in the air, and Qing Feng rode against the wind and rushed forward again.

Along the way, a mirror suddenly shattered and disappeared along the way. In the mirror, the originally calm Moore gradually showed a hint of surprise, and the speed of the spell casting attack also became faster. But Qingfeng is helpless, and his movements are unpredictable. So that all of Moore's fierce offensive fell into the air.

The mirrors on the field quickly dissipated and spawned rapidly, and an endurance battle began between the two. However, it seems that Qing Feng's speed is superior, and after several rounds of attacks, only three of the original dozen or so light mirrors on the field have been able to recover under the attack. Blue Blade continues to play the role of an abominable urchin, violently destroying a mirror of light that is about to be restored amid the screams of the crowd.

The Mirror of Light is not some powerful magic that is hard to break. In addition to being wiped out all at once, he also has a fatal weakness. As a seventh-order high-level magic, the Mirror of Light is too mana-consuming. This kind of consumption can be a drop in the bucket for high-level mages. But for Moore, a user who has crossed the ranks, it is a huge burden.

Blue Feng is waiting, and when Moore can't afford to consume it again, this tug-of-war will naturally end in his own victory.

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Moore was sweating profusely in the mirror, and the sound of gasping for air became more and more intense. Blue Feng knew that his wait would soon come to fruition.

Suddenly, all the mirrors on the field burst violently. Whether it is whole, the broken mirror has turned into a sky of powder. Accompanied by the dazzling sunlight, the fine mirrors reflected countless criss-crossing bright lights, making this not too large ring outfit extremely confusing.

Qing Feng swept away the fragmented mirrors around his body, marking a small safe area. Sudden changes, Qingfeng can't be more cautious.

A sacred and cheerful hymn sounded, and countless bare-bottomed boys with a pair of white wings carried bamboo baskets full of golden light and scattered tens of thousands of golden lights from the air. Immediately behind the boy, a group of well-proportioned and delicate teenagers who could not distinguish between men and women blew long horns. The originally dilapidated ring suddenly became a solemn heavenly kingdom. The audience was in awe of the bizarre scene, and some even sang a bright hymn to the motherly middle-aged woman in the picture.

Qing Feng watched all this coldly, and he understood that this was not a miracle. In the public perception, the gods have been away from this continent for 10,000 years, and even if they still have remnants, it is impossible for them to come here because of their small role.

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For 10,000 years, many schools of atheism have arisen on the mainland, and they do not believe in the glory of God. The lazy people who pray every day and enjoy their achievements are not as good as the so-called miracles created by their courage and wisdom with their own courage and wisdom.

Blue Point also happens to be an atheist. Perhaps a few years ago, listening to his parents' wonderful stories of the Divine War before going to bed would have thrilled the young man. However, three years ago, when he needed the protection of the gods the most, all the gods in the world abandoned him. Since then, Blue Point has only believed in himself. He wants to rely on his own strength to break the intrusion of fate!

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I wish you all a happy weekend, take the princess palace to go shopping, pestering for a day. By the way, I would like to recommend it.

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