In the last round of competition, Yan Qingping won the victory without using the unique effect of the second-grade weapon Han Yujian. Now facing the stronger Yang Zixi, she should do her best.
When the frost-like white light surged out, the onlookers were all surprised. Some people exclaimed: "What is that?"
"Oh my god, that sword can actually emit cold energy..."
Ji Shijiang was shocked. Oh no, the girl was using a second-grade weapon with a rare ice attribute. Moreover, this woman was in the middle stage of spiritual surge. She was so powerful that Yang Zixi might not be able to resist her.
He was worried here, and Yang Zixi, as a contestant, was even more shocked. She felt the cold air coming, and she completely lost her previous pride, and quickly activated her spiritual energy to resist it.
In mid-air, the purple light and white light surged causing the airflow to form a gorgeous scene, but it was extremely dangerous. After all, the two women were holding grade weapons, which were extremely sharp. Fortunately, they were also wearing first-grade armor and had corresponding abilities.
Protect.
The two war horses were circling back and forth, also under great pressure. After all, Yang Zixi's strength was weaker. The purple light was gradually suppressed by the opponent's white light, and the cold breath from the cold jade sword seeped into her body, making her quite uncomfortable.
, the body trembled involuntarily, and the beauty frowned.
Seeing this situation, the instructors who were watching the battle closely came to the conclusion that if the fight continued, Yang Zixi would be defeated over time.
If Yang Zixi were defeated, even if Yu Yi finally won the first place, the West Academy would not have much glory because of the only achievements left. Based on this, this competition was particularly important, making Ji Shijiang extremely nervous. He quickly shouted: "Hurry up and attack, fight."
Decision."
The instructor's reminder made Yang Zixi react. Suddenly, she jumped up and launched a fierce attack. The purple light surged in an instant, and there was a purple dagger in her left hand. She found a new way and stabbed between the opponent's legs, a small stream of purple light.
The awn came out sharply.
The Ziying Dao is also a mother-child weapon, with the long sword as the mother and the dagger as the son. It is wonderful that they can complement each other.
In the face of a formidable enemy, Yang Zixi tried her best to break through the opponent's defense line using a combination of long and short weapons.
A green shield appeared in Yan Qingping's hand, which just happened to block the small burst of purple light. This was the Qingshan Shield, a first-class defensive weapon. There was a father who was a weapon refiner, and the most indispensable thing in her storage bag was various weapons.
Everything you need.
After successfully resisting, Yan Qingping sternly scolded, and the cold air emanating from the white light dropped a bit, rushing over like a cloud. Yang Zixi couldn't bear the cold and shivered, and her attack power was greatly reduced. She fell on the back of the horse.
Go up, grit your teeth and barely resist.
When the horses were dislocated, Yan Qingping waved her hand and the shield hit the rouge horse. The horse neighed in pain and turned around suddenly, completely exposing its owner's body to the opponent.
Seeing the opportunity coming, Yan Qingping slashed out the cold jade sword in her hand as fast as lightning.
"Peng!"
The white light hit Yang Zixi like an overwhelming force. Although it could not penetrate the purple caltrop armor, the huge force made her unable to withstand it. She screamed as if her chest had been hit by a heavy hammer, and she immediately fell down.
, her face turned pale and she fell to the ground.
The surge of energy and blood in her chest was extremely uncomfortable, and a wisp of blood flowed out from Yang Zixi's mouth. She struggled to get up, but she felt a cold sword like a sword made of ice crystals hanging above her head. Yan Qingping on the Qingyun Horse said coldly from a high position.
: "You lose!"
In an instant, Yang Zixi, the always arrogant courtyard flower, was as dumbfounded as if she had fallen into an ice cellar and felt cold. She felt even more humiliated and hung her head helplessly.
This situation made the referee Mu Yuzi's heart bleed. One hundred thousand gold coins, he was about to lose to that kid! He couldn't help but turn his head to look at Qiu Yu who was betting, and saw the other person grinning, which made him even more angry. He felt that he had been fooled, but no matter what, the result of the duel had to be announced, so he reluctantly said in a trembling voice: "Yan Qingping of the North Campus wins!"
Many students were wondering, what happened to Old Man Mu? Something seemed wrong.
The reactions of the students in the West Campus and the North Campus were completely different. The former was decadent and dejected. Unexpectedly, they, who are known for their strength and arrogance, were tortured to pieces by the branch that was at the bottom of the last final assessment. The latter was high-spirited and had a sense of safety. The psychology of seeing the moonlight.
The North School won the second round. As a tutor, Jiang Ruolan was so happy that she almost smiled like a beautiful flower.
Next comes the next match, Pang Yong of the South Courtyard VS Yu Yi of the West Courtyard. As Mu Yuzi loudly announced the start of the match, the two rode horses to the field to fight fiercely. There was no doubt about the result of the match. Yu Yi won easily and finally won the title of West Courtyard. Save some face.
The third game between Mo Yuhuan from the South Campus and Liao Bizhen from the East Campus was another showdown between the beauties of the two campuses. The boys' eyes were shining brightly as they stared at the beauties in the court.
She is dressed in black armor wrapped in a black jade ring and has a slender body. Her skin is as white as snow. Her pretty face is always cold and her eyes are as penetrating as black gems. She rides a divine black horse and holds a long black spear in her hand. The sword is a first-grade weapon, the Mo Ming Sword.
Opposite her, Liao Bizhen was wrapped in golden armor, with majestic peaks and mountains, riding a golden horse, and even her slim hands were wearing golden gloves. She was full of local tyranny, and she was holding a first-grade weapon, the Moon Hook, presented by her mentor Pan Tingshou. Her mentor cared so much for her. , of course it makes sense, and he also played with her delicate and jade-like body, as the saying goes, everyone gets what they need.
Without many words, as the two women shook their reins, the two horses rushed forward. The black light emitted by Mo Ming's sword and the silver light emitted by the moon hook intertwined. Both of them were at the early stage of Ling Yong. They are almost the same, it can be said that when you meet an opponent in chess, you will meet a good talent.
It's just that after years of hard training, Mo Yuhuan's skills are deeper, and Liao Bizhen often messes around with her instructor and spends less time on training. Fortunately, Pan Tingshou passed her a set of powerful offensive martial arts, which can make up for it. Even with his own shortcomings, he was able to fight very hard, and even almost succeeded several times, but he was always just a little short.
As time passed, Liao Bizhen began to lose strength, but Mo Yuhuan became more and more courageous in fighting. Mo Ming's sword gods and ghosts kept stabbing at her with great difficulty, which made her tired to deal with it.
"Hey!"
Black light shot on the golden armor, and although the golden armor worn by Liao Bizhen was extremely gorgeous, it was not a graded armor. It could not withstand the ravage of a first-grade weapon. It suddenly exploded, a hole appeared, and blood suddenly poured out, which hurt her. She screamed uncontrollably and cursed angrily: "Bitch, my aunt will fight with you." Immediately, she waved the moon hook and fought back almost crazily, like a female animal that had lost its mind.