The damage to the arena this time was more serious than in the first game. The staff worked hard for more than half an hour before repairing it to the point where it could barely be used normally.
Before the host could make any fancy warm-up introductions, "Ingrid" had already stepped onto the ring. Her long military-style cloak was thrown back, revealing her toned figure tightly wrapped in a black leather jacket.
He is 1.8 meters tall and has an aura of 18 meters.
"Huang Quan, I'll leave this enemy to you."
"Orthodox swordsman...that's my favorite type of opponent."
"Isayama Yomi" had a pure girl-next-door smile on her face. She put her hand on the sword "Senki Sakura" on her waist, bit a Pocky biscuit stick in her mouth, and stepped forward with light steps.
Stepping up the stairs, her long black hair swayed from side to side with the hem of her skirt.
"Night Dire-kun, is this shikigami of yours... really okay?"
The victory in the last battle did not make "Akiyama Rinko" feel at ease. After all, it was more like getting it through cheating, and there was even a little bit of luck involved.
But miracles are called miracles because they don't happen often.
""Ingrid" is not an ordinary character. As early as decades ago, her reputation has resounded throughout the demon world. She was once considered to be a new lord, but she joined "Edwin" for some unknown reason.
Become a servant under "Brack".
"Although she is only a senior cadre now, "Ingrid"'s strength is actually at the lord level, which corresponds to the shadow level of us humans. Except for the principal "Igawa Ashaji" and Yukikaze's missing mother
"Mizuki Shiranui", no one has ever been able to defeat this demon woman in a one-on-one duel..."
Luo Jie smiled noncommittally and asked, "Then do you have a more suitable candidate?"
"Akiyama Rinko" was speechless for a moment.
"Just as "Edwin Braque" believes in "Ingrid", I also believe in "Huang Quan"." Luo Jie's eyes followed the brocade-like glossy hip-length black hair on the ring, and his tone was calm and firm.
, "Although there is still a certain gap between "Yangquan" and "Ingrid" in terms of absolute strength, if there is anyone around me who can defeat "Ingrid", it must be "Yangquan"
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"Akiyama Rinko" was a little confused by Luo Jie's seemingly contradictory logic, but she couldn't ask any more questions. She could only silently pray for a miracle to come again.
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The circular arena was once again shrouded in the light curtain of the defensive barrier.
On the huge arena, which was almost the size of a standard football field, only "Ingrid" and "Isayama Yomi" were left standing opposite each other.
"I can feel that you have the same temperament as me. You are a true swordsman."
"Thank you, but I don't think so...at least I won't dress like an exhibitionist."
"It's just a racial aesthetic difference."
"Ingrid" was not angered by this boring comment. She calmly pulled out the ornate golden knight's sword from her waist, threw the scabbard aside, held her hands in front of her, and made a standard gesture.
Sword ceremony.
The dark evil flames of the devil rise up from the blade, responding to the call of the master like a loyal slave.
"The Demon Knight "Ingrid" - the Demon Sword "Dark Flame"."
"Isayama Yomi" bites off the Pocky biscuit stick at his mouth and pops out the tachi on his waist with one hand. The pink sword light echoes the four fire tails of the same color behind him.
As the host's hoarse voice announced the start of the third game, two beautiful figures with different styles suddenly collided with each other.
clang--!
The swords clashed and made a loud sound like a bell. The two violent sword energies clashed with each other, forming circular ripples and erupting to both sides. The strong wind whipped up monstrous pink and black flames behind them.
At the intersection of the two-color flames, the high-temperature-scorched concrete floor cracked inch by inch, and as the two men's dazzling sword clashes broke into fine powder under their feet and flew up in the wind.
"Your strength really did not disappoint me. It's a pity that your swordsmanship is that of a mortal after all!"
"Ingrid" lightly blocked "Isayama Yomi"'s lightning-fast thrust. The golden knight's sword flipped her wrist and spun a black ring of fire. Six lines of fire shot forward along with the golden sword blade.
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——"Magic Swordsmanship·Evil Flame Rikka"!
"Isayama Yoshizumi"'s pupils suddenly shrank, "Senki Sakura" dragged up a hunting flame scattered with cherry-colored petals, accurately resisted the fatal sword in the center, and the black sailor uniform shot up hair all over the sky.
, strangled with the black flames and burned to ashes.
The "Senki-hime", whose whole body was covered in flowing long black hair, leaving only a girlish face, slowly floated up from behind "Isayama Yomi".
"Although I only know mortal swordsmanship, it doesn't mean that I don't know spells."
"Isayama Yomi" slashed away the evil flame sword energy in front of her eyes, and "Senkihime"'s long hair suddenly spread out in all directions like a spider web, intertwined and woven into hundreds of black old-fashioned smoothbore rifles.
——"Secret Technique: Dazzling Fire"!
Luo Jie in the audience couldn't help but be stunned. He didn't expect "Isayama Yomi" to be able to do this trick.
This is the move of the big monster "Kurodabo" in the world of "The Son of the Slicker". Obviously, "Senkihime" gained not only an increase in strength by devouring "Kurodabo", but also inherited "Kurodabo"
Some of the battle memories of "Fang".
A cold light flashed in "Ingrid's" eyes. As she retreated sharply, the knight's sword that she swung continuously ignited a black fireball half a person's height in front of her, swallowing up all the bullets like a small black hole.
After burning it out, he stabbed it with a sword and sprayed forward a terrifying pillar of fire like the breath of a giant dragon.
——"Magic Swordsmanship·Black Flame"!
"Isayama Yomi" had no time to dodge, so he simply used poison to fight poison. "Senki Sakura Fire" rolled up the magnificent cherry-colored flames and slashed towards the black flame breath, splitting a path of more than ten meters along the bright red floor that was almost burned into magma.
After the deep knife mark, the entire figure was instantly swallowed up in the torrent of black flames.
"Is it over..."
"Ingrid" lowered her knight's sword with the black flame still burning, and was about to turn around and leave. Suddenly she seemed to notice something, so she turned around and struck out with her sword.
A charred figure with black flames burning all over its body leaped out from the smoke and dust in the sky, spun a brilliant cherry-colored sword, and slashed at her sword like an evil ghost crawling out of hell.
boom--!
The strangulating flames exploded into a rising two-color fire cloud. In the strong wind caused by the impact, the black figure's skin as black as dry bark continued to peel off, revealing once again the girl of "Isayama Yomi" who can be broken by a bullet.
face.
After several sword exchanges in succession, "Ingrid" flew back and looked solemnly at the long, straight black girl who was "shedding" downwards.
"immortal?"
"Isayama Yoshizumi" combed his new long hair with his fingers, showing a naughty smile on his face.
"you guess?"
"Ingrid" took a deep breath, her heroic eyebrows frowning even more tightly.
"Immortality" is such a disgusting attribute. For her, who has fought against "Hazy" many times, she knows it all too well.
If no corresponding method of restraint can be found, the battle will become a long war of attrition until one side is exhausted.
"Okay, I admit that I underestimated your strength...but correspondingly, what you see is not all my strength."
"Ingrid" held the long sword with both hands behind her back, and the vertical sword tip penetrated deeply into the hot ground. A circle of mysterious and huge magic array patterns instantly lit up under her feet, and black flames erupted straight into the sky.
The entire defensive barrier trembled violently under the scorching heat like a furnace.