Andre waved the multi-jointed sword in his hand and threw an electric spark in the air. There was a crisp sound in the air. If you were close, you could smell a burnt smell. It hit Nanna and Nanna directly.
On the sheep underneath.
Because Nanna was lying on the sheep, the areas where she was beaten were her shoulders and back. As the electric sparks circulated, she made a sound of pain, but the sheep under her body burst out with amazing power, and the sheep's hooves knocked out on the ground.
A small pit slammed into Andre.
For an instant, the scene in front of Andre's eyes seemed to be distorted, as if the space was briefly compressed and then suddenly expanded. Andre was directly hit by the sheep before he could dodge.
The sheep jumped into the air, its curved horns were extremely hard, slightly lowered, as heavy as a hammer, and hit Andrei's chest hard. The armor shattered, the cloth torn, and the ribs were broken.
A sharp pain and depression came from Andre's mouth, and the magic power in his body was dissipated. His whole body was directly knocked away. Suddenly, he felt like the world was spinning and he hit the ground. Then before he could get up, he was hit again.
After one impact, and three times like this, Andre was knocked directly off the field, and when he fell into the cold lake below, he regained consciousness, and then the feeling of pain came from all parts of his body.
"Central School Nanna wins!"
Before the students in the audience had time to react, they stared blankly at the hasty end of a game.
"So awesome..."
"Is that really a sheep? Why do I feel stronger than a magic pig?"
"Maybe some special breed?"
As everyone was talking, Nanna also slowly slowed down the sheep, then climbed down and waved in the direction of her college, followed by bursts of cheers.
Due to the small number of people in the Central School and some natural disadvantages of the original sequence, the Central School rarely gets a ranking in the competition. This time Nanna has greatly added glory to the college. Maybe there will be more newcomers who want to be promoted to the Central School this year.
Some.
A student from Northern Tower Academy was silently looking at the complicated drawings in his hands in the corner. He raised his head when he heard the comments and exclamations of the classmates around him, glanced at the playing field, and then lowered his head to review, calculating the numbers on the drawings.
some data.
He wants to get good grades in this year's assessment and then advance to fourth grade, so he can't waste any quarter of an hour.
"Jack, stop studying. It's like this all year round. It's rare to have a school-designated holiday to relax. Your efforts make me a little uneasy." The roommate next to him advised me.
"Well..." Jack responded, but still didn't stop writing.
"Forget it, leave him alone, he will be exhausted sooner or later." Another classmate from behind said.
"What are you pretending to be? We are working so hard, as if we are all lazy people, showing that we are very hardworking." A small voice sounded from the back of the class. If you look carefully, you don't know who said it.
"Although hard work is a good thing, Jack is too obsessed." Some low voices echoed from behind.
It’s hard to have a relaxing holiday. Everyone comes together to watch games and programs, but someone is studying there. Although this is personal freedom, it seems to say, I am studying hard, but you are having fun. You are really lazy.
.
This situation makes some students watching the game feel a little uncomfortable, as if playing games in a happy mood has turned into playing games with uneasy conscience. It is obviously a holiday, but you are sneaking away, while I continue to enjoy the holiday.
Or should we participate and continue to fight?
The discussion in the class has not stopped, but a new competition has started again. Just like this, for a short period of more than 3 minutes and a long period of 7-8 minutes, the college competition is going on quickly.
Most of the time, one side is crushing the other, and there are only a few truly evenly matched battles.
As dusk gradually falls, the game gradually comes to an end.
"Ling Xin, a third-year student from Tower Academy, will face Wei Lin, a fifth-year student from City Walled Academy." After the host announced, there was a lot of discussion below.
"I didn't expect that a third-year student would reach the final eight this year."
"Ling Xin was known as the fastest student among the students from the Seven Countries of Xuehua last year. As the saying goes, only the fastest is the fastest. This is probably the truth."
"I wonder if this 'God of the West' can counterattack against the strongest one in the Walled City Academy."
"It's a bit difficult. Wei Lin was promoted to Sequence 6 last year, and Ling Xin has just advanced to Sequence 6. It's still unstable. I think she will suffer a loss this time. We can look forward to Ling Xin's performance next year."
"It's a pity that Wei Lin will graduate this year. This competition will probably be their first and last duel."
"Okay, stop talking, the game is about to begin."
The girl who had met several times in Hopeland appeared again in Lorraine Hill's field of vision. She was still wearing very cool clothes. Her upper body was a bra that only covered her breasts, and her lower body was in a purple skirt. She was holding a There are four copper-colored rings, and there are also small copper rings on the wrists and ankles, as if they are for dancing.
However, based on the previous battles, the audience did not think so. Although the cool outfit had extremely low defense, it also made its movements extremely flexible and agile.
Compared to Ling Xin's slender figure, Wei Lin is much more mature. She wears a black and red dress and holds a crimson long sword with precise patterns in her hand. The sword blade cuts through the air at will, leaving bursts of red. trajectory.
"The game begins!"
The two sides moved, and the purple and dark red suddenly turned into afterimages and began to collide fiercely on the field. Some low-sequence students could not even see clearly what was happening. They only saw bursts of sparks from metal collisions flashing around the field. Occasionally, they could I caught a glimpse of red and purple, but upon closer inspection they disappeared.
Luo Xi'er was sitting in the audience, watching the rapid duel below, figures flashed in her eyes, and she couldn't help but be immersed in such a fierce battle.
Ling Xin and Wei Lin are both different in terms of speed. They are both opponents known for their agility, but their focus is slightly different. Ling Xin is more balanced and flexible. With her body's flexibility, she can even do some things. Unbelievable movements, dodging Wei Lin's attack.
As for Wei Lin, she is practicing a certain profession in the Demon Sequence. She can turn her body into red light for a short time and move. She has to be careful at the limit speed, but most of her flight and movement are in straight lines, and she can't move in a straight line. It's not as flexible as Suzushin, so it's even a bit disadvantageous in close combat.
The ring swung by Ling Xin on the field kept colliding with Weilin's long sword. Although it was not as powerful as Weilin, Weilin was a little overwhelmed by the strange attack route of the ring.
Under Luo Xier's observation, Lingxin once again swung the ring and hit Weilin's long sword. In the afterimage, the long sword directly passed through the part of the ring and was then pulled into it. The ring went back and forth rapidly. The vibration, concussive force and purple electric current made Weilin feel numb and weak.
She had to fight back and pull the sword out of the ring. Originally, this was just a very simple action that probably wouldn't take 0.1 seconds, but between the two of them, it turned out to be a huge flaw.
The heart of the bell turned directly to Weilin's left side, and the ring on the other hand cut directly into Weilin's back. The electric light whirled like a wheel of fire, directly breaking through the black cloth, bringing up a piece of flesh and blood, with a burnt smell.