"Then let everyone see what your fate will be."

He held the sword across his chest, then swung it to his side, pointing the sword's tip directly at the ground.

"Scoff..." Amidst Duan Qing's scoffing, Jian Beidong disappeared.

Fusheng Lvmeng's eyes narrowed, and then he raised the short stick in his hand. A blue light surrounded him, and then suddenly shone, reflecting colorful streams of light under the sunlight.

The stream of light gradually condensed, and then... turned into ice crystals, heading towards the end of the sunlight - in that direction, the shabby cloak rustled in the air, Jian Beidong held the sword in one hand, and came from the high

It suddenly fell from the sky, and the long sword in his hand emitted a cold light that was completely incompatible with the Fire Moon.

The ice crystals exploded in the next moment.

The falling force from the high altitude made Jian Beidong's sword forceful. He easily broke through the simple defense without even using his own strength. With a loud landing, Jian Beidong stood on the ground with one hand,

He quickly scanned the colorful light reflected by the ice crystals in the sky with his sharp eyes, then he propped himself up on the ground with one hand and jumped behind himself.

He didn't see the other party's figure, so he could only retreat temporarily. But the facts proved that his choice was correct.

Where he was originally squatting, a cold light suddenly appeared in the air. Although the blue light was slightly invisible at first, but after a moment, it suddenly spread and broke through the dust that was blown up all over the sky.

It turned into a cold breath on the ground.

"He is actually...a water magician." Jian Beidong slowly stood up from the ground. He dusted off his shabby clothes that were so light that they were almost weightless, and looked at the place he was in before.

The area on the ground that had been frozen: "It's just tactics... a little simpler."

"I don't expect to be able to defeat you easily." The dust gradually dispersed, and a black figure belonging to the floating dream appeared on the other side of the frozen area: "But..."

"I can still do what the mage and melee professions can do."

He raised a hand and... threw a blue ball-shaped object.

The blue sphere that looked like water and ice flew through the air and hit Jian Beidong's body, but was easily dodged by the other party. He was not discouraged, but continued to condense more water bombs with his hands, aiming at

Throw it at your opponent.

For a time, stray bullets were flying on the scene, and even some spectators watching on the sidelines were affected by these stray bullets, making the originally quiet "auditorium" become lively. However, the two players in the field were obviously not affected by these stray bullets.

Affected by the audience, Jian Beidong even slowly approached his opponent while constantly dodging.

"You wouldn't think..." He used a few more jumps to close the distance between the two sides to within a few meters, and then shortened his body and increased his speed a little: "A spell of this level

suppress......"

"Can you stop me easily?"

He lowered his body and lunged forward.

Another ice bullet flew over his head. He suddenly raised his body, and slashed the sword in his hand from bottom to top in the direction of the opponent. The air around him was moved by the momentum of this sword.

The two sides were blown apart, and amid Jian Beidong's violent shouts, the sword, with a slight red light, struck the opponent's chest in an instant.

"It's a fatal attack!"

"It's over!"

"I didn't expect it to happen so soon..."

Amid the exclamations from all around, Mengzhu opened her mouth in shock: "It's so fast..."

"Not so fast." Duan Qing shook his head: "Even if I don't understand water magic, I can still see it... Look."

The sword cut through the opponent's body, and then scattered the body like ripples.

"It's fake." Duan Qing spread his hands and said.

The instantaneous transformation did not stop because of the dissipation of the water-like illusion. Behind the illusion, a huge water stream appeared out of thin air, and then sprayed forward. The high pressure of the water stream made a deafening sound in the air.

, then broke through the shackles of the air, crossed a distance of more than ten meters in mid-air, and finally passed quickly on the ground, washing out a piece of pure land on the dust accumulated over the years in Fengwu Square, revealing a long strip of clean stone slabs.

road.

Jian Beidong's figure appeared at the end of the long strip of road. Although his whole body was soaked by the water and he looked very embarrassed, judging from his face, the powerful blow before seemed

It did not cause any substantial harm to him. He stood up from the ground expressionlessly, caressed his wet head casually, and looked at his opponent who was gradually approaching not far away. The next moment, the moisture disappeared.

As the water on the ground dissipated - that was a sign that the spell was about to lose its effect.

He sneered, then stood with his sword in hand again, and looked at the approaching scholar in black. The latter stopped a few meters away from him. He smiled meaningfully, then withdrew again and repositioned himself.

He adopted the same defensive posture as at the beginning, provoking the opponent in this way, and also heralding... the beginning of the upcoming second round of the battle.

"Look, look, look, the side you like is being beaten by the opponent." On the sidelines, the girl's voice shouted at the right time: "Isn't it because of your poisonous milk?"

"How is it possible!" Duan Qing shouted: "My vision is not wrong, and..."
Chapter completed!