Chapter Twenty-Seven: The Walker in the Storm
Looking at the four beautiful girls in the ring, the audience under the ring quarreled. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. biquge。 info
"This Rose Sword Academy is going against the sky this year. ”
"An unprecedented three people have been promoted, and even the strongest class of the Tower Academy has only been promoted by two. ”
"People's swordsmanship has been improved, and it is understandable that a few old opponents can't find a way to deal with it for a while, and it shouldn't be so exaggerated next year. ”
"I also saw that the sword body can turn and deform, it's really a wonderful idea, how the hell is this done. ”
"What's the use of advancing to three, it's not that the Philharmonic has won the first place. ”
"You can't say that, this time the Philharmonic Palace has produced a peerless genius, and it may not be next year, as long as the level of this year is guaranteed, it is still very likely to be the first. ”
"It's decided, I'll take my daughter to sign up in a few days. ”
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After showing the four finalists, the competition did not start immediately, and it was said that the contestants should take a break, recover their internal strength, and meet the competition with the fullest posture.
After a break of almost an hour, it was getting dusk, and the finals officially began.
An old man in a strong suit walked up to the competition platform and announced: "Okay, now the finals begin, please come forward and draw the battle number." ”
However, no one stepped forward.
The four girls were divided into two groups, and they all just stood there quietly, not stepping forward.
The old man in the strong suit was a little embarrassed, so he had to say, "This, Miss Yelena, you should come up first." ”
Miss Yelena's face was a little gloomy: "No need to smoke, let the three of them go together, it can end early, anyway, the result is already doomed." ”
The old man in the strong suit didn't dare to offend Miss Elena, so he had to say to the three people of the Rose Sword Academy: "Miss Elena wants the three of you to come together to compete with her, I don't know what you think." Of course, because it was the other party who took the initiative to propose, if the three of you win, it would also be regarded as a victory for the Rose Sword Academy, and you could become the first place in this competition. ”
The three girls met and discussed for a while, and the short-haired one spoke: "You injured Sister Sophie." ”
"Yes, I was the one who injured her, what, are you going to avenge her? "Miss Elena is not afraid.
"No, Sister Sophie's hatred, she wants to settle it herself. The short-haired female swordsman said
"And what do you mean?" Miss Elena was a little puzzled.
"We hope that Senior Sister Sophie will fight on our behalf and have another duel with you!" said the short-haired female swordsman calmly.
"Sophie, she's healed, so quickly?" Miss Elena was a little surprised.
This is, a white figure flashed into the ring from the group of mentors in the audience.
She took off her white cloak, revealing a crisp white swordsman's suit, which was none other than Miss Sophie.
"I'm all right, and now I declare, Elena Holley, I'm Sophie Marceau, officially challenging you. Miss Sophie proclaimed with her sword in her hand.
Everyone was stunned by such an unfolding, and the audience burst into an uproar.
"What's going on, what's going on?"
"Isn't this Sophie who represented the Rose Sword Academy last year?"
"Can you still play in this final?"
"The two of them have a grudge or something, why do they duel as soon as they come up. ”
"You don't know about this, it's all for men, and it's ...... at the auction in winter."
"How old is this Sophie Marceau, and still playing?"
"People came to compete in the competition at 16 last year, but of course it's 17 this year, and they can still participate. ”
"I was beaten so badly last time, and I came to find abuse this time, the grandmaster of this Philharmonic Palace is different from that of other academies. ”
"Since she dares to go up, she must have something to rely on, isn't their swordsmanship improved, and now she may be able to resist the sonic wave to some extent." ”
"That's fine, the grandmaster abusing the master is not good-looking, the grandmaster abusing the grandmaster is still a little interesting. ”
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Amidst the discussion of everyone, the old man in the power suit cast an inquiring glance at Miss Elena.
"Since you're not giving up, I don't mind knocking you unconscious again!" After a moment's hesitation, Miss Elena agreed.
The three seniors got out of the ring, and a piano was transported.
Miss Elena sat down in front of the great black piano, and Miss Sophie drew her slender silver-white sword.
Everything was exactly the same as the duel.
Under the order of the old man in the power suit, the finals, as well as the duel, officially began.
The piano sounded again, this time fast and furious, this was "Sonata No. 17 in D minor", also known as "The Tempest"!
Countless small, invisible notes erupted from the piano and struck at Miss Sophie, who was standing still.
Then, Miss Sophie moved, and the sword in her hand began to swing.
This time, Miss Sophie did not emit any out-of-body sword qi, and all the internal force was blessed to the bayonet sword in her hand.
The silver-white stabbing sword with a little red light drew arcs in the invisible air.
Countless invisible notes were slashed by the blade of the sword, and then shattered by the sword qi.
In the endless sound waves of internal energy, Miss Sophie kept swinging her sword.
The silver-white sword rumbled, and it was the sound of broken notes.
The piano sonature became more rapid and violent.
Miss Sophie's sword dance became slower and more powerful.
Then, Miss Sophie took the first step towards the piano not far away.
The strings beat frantically, and the rain became more and more violent.
However, Miss Sophie still swung her sword in the air, slashing through the rain curtain with precision.
Miss Sofina's head was full of anger, and her hands turned into shadows on the keys.
The torrential rain poured and turned into huge waves, overwhelming the sky and slapping towards Miss Sophie, who was slowly walking.
A sword slashed, and the huge waves split into waves, slapping to both sides.
A sword sweeps, the rain rolls upside down, and returns to the clouds.
With just two swords, this surging offensive was cracked.
After that, the sound of the piano slows down, and the notes turn into wind.
The wind, formless and formless, and everywhere, with a dripping raindrop, blew silently in the past.
The silver sword swung again, like a silver wall, and swung a silver mountain wall, blocking out the howling wind.
Miss Sophie moved forward again, unhurriedly.
The soothing rhythm ended, the sound of the piano suddenly rang out, countless trebles that shook the audience were struck, and the rhythm became angry and crazy.
It was a storm on the sea, dark clouds were overhead, it was pitch black, the waves were high and the wind was high, the rain was like a pillar, and the lightning and thunder were roaring.
This is a natural disaster moving on the sea!
Suddenly, the silver light broke through, the dark clouds in the sky were pierced by a sword, and the sun fell on the sea again.
The waves are flat, the wind stops, the rain stops, and the thunder disappears.
The slender silver-white sword rested on Miss Sofina's shoulder.
"This time, I won. Miss Sophie's voice was calm, not agitated or excited, more like an announcement.
Then she turned the edge of her sword, and the sword slapped out.
With a "snap", Miss Sofina was knocked unconscious on the piano.