I became an ancient tree of the elves

As the sound waves hit, Molière's ice-blue hair fluttered.

With her body protected by ice magic, she is not afraid of the power of Mo Liyin's sonic waves. It can be said that she has complete restraint.

Click click click~~

As the ice eroded, ice formed under Molière's feet, and then she directly faced the sound wave and slid forward.

Under her gliding feet, the ground quickly condensed into ice as she moved forward. Her gliding speed was not as fast as the ground freezing.

She had deliberately controlled the spread of ice power, otherwise the entire arena would have turned into ice in an instant.

While sliding her body swaying from side to side, she arrived at Sister Yin's side in just one second.

roar~

The powerful sound waves like a dragon's roar seemed like just a strong wind to Ai.

There were some blood stains on his face, and his eyes were bloodshot due to the sound waves.

But the expression on her face was extremely calm, and there was no change in it.

Then, Molière stretched out his hand and twisted Yin's neck, and the frantically attacking music stopped.

"Wow."

For the first time, Mo Liyin felt that Sister Ai's body and hands were so cold, and the coldness between her neck.

And with his neck being twisted so hard, even breathing became so difficult, leading to suffocation and pain.

There was silence in the arena, and everyone watched this scene quietly.

The short Mo Liyin, with a stubborn face, said with great effort: "I won't just admit defeat."

"Oh."

Molière's voice was as strange as the cold wind. The cold air exhaled from his nose and mouth sprayed on Yin's face, causing the frost to form, making her shiver with coldness.

This scene seems a bit ambiguous, but it is undoubtedly the scene of a murderous battle.

Mo Liyin put down the guqin in his left hand, and then concentrated his magic power with his right hand to hit Ai's abdomen.

bang~

Molière remained motionless, looking at her quietly, twisting her neck and slowly lifting her up.

Mo Liyin kicked her hard with his legs.

It was obviously a battle in which he was completely crushed.

I don't know why Yin just doesn't want to admit defeat or surrender. Maybe he is dissatisfied with what Ai did before.

"Admit defeat."

"I do not."

"Then I'll be on top of you, trying out new moves."

Every word Molière said brought out the chill and brought more chill.

If Mo Liyin hadn't had the physique of a night elf, he would have died in the cold. He still said stubbornly: "Come here."

"Yes." Ai slowly put down her voice and moved her hands away from her neck.

Facing Yin's stubborn Xiaoquanquan, who was still hitting his chest and abdomen with magic power, it still hurt a little.

It's just that those pains are not as good as the pain of the cold erosion in the body. It is the horrible stinging pain of being pricked by needles everywhere in the body.

The greater the ability, the greater the price. Molière has become accustomed to the pain caused by this cold.

Sometimes when I change my mentality, I will enjoy the cold pain and indulge in the loneliness that pulls me into the infinite abyss.

slap~

Molière kicked the guqin away from the two of them, and it slid far away on the ice.

"I hope you won't die from this."

Then she took a deep breath, shush, shush, even the sound of her inhalation sounded like a cold whistle.

Yin has closed his eyes, stopped his seemingly helpless attack, and waited for the attack to come with his head held high.

Sister Ai, are you really not merciful?

Mo Liyin felt the cold inside and outside her body, which made her feel a little sad for no reason.

After Molière took a breath, his lungs filled with cold air were filled with pain. The stinging pain was really unspeakable.

But her face still looked unchanged. She lowered her head and leaned towards Yin who closed her eyes.

Her posture seemed more and more ambiguous, but it was also a move that could truly kill the enemy.

However, this trick of mourning may only be used once in this life.

The cold force can directly erode into the body through the pores, cells, nose, ears, and mouth of others, completely freezing them to death.

Yin noticed something strange and opened his eyes, only to see Sister Ai approaching.

Frozen lips touch.

Mo Liyin was stunned, his thinking seemed to be stuck and stopped at this moment.

As Ai slowly exhaled, the air of ice passed through her lips.

Yin's body froze instantly, unable to move.

Ai separated her lips without using much strength, turned around and glided away without looking back.

Shh~~~~~

Most of the ice air remaining in her lungs blew out a path of thorns made of ice as she exhaled.

Sliding away from the Thorny Road, he also gradually restrained his ice ability, and his ice blue eyes and hair color also changed accordingly.

The audience on the stage was stunned by this, a little unbelievable about what just happened on the stage.

Li Yun and Ye Xiaoyu clasped their palms together and smiled at each other without saying a word.

The Treeman referees were all stunned. They didn't know how to judge the winner. Now that Ai has left the ring, should she be judged to lose?

But now the frozen sound in the ring is life or death

If he had been eroded by the air of ice before and died or even passed out, then Ai should have won.

""

Under Ai's mercy, even if the terrifying ice energy was eroded into every part of his body, Mo Liyin would not die so easily.

It's just that the body is frozen and it will be difficult to move for a while.

Lu Qian did not have as many scruples as other referees and directly announced: "Molière wins."

If Ai hadn't been merciful, Juyin's strength would have been eliminated long ago.

So whether it's subjective or objective, we should let Ai win.

Several elf sisters went on stage and carried Mo Liyin away to receive treatment outside the arena.

What happened just now?

It must be a unique trick

The relationship between the two was unusual, and Molière was simply letting go

While the people in Ling Pavilion and the Ancient World were discussing, the next competition also began.

Arti versus Alf, the eldest and fourth sister of the Huntress, is the ultimate showdown.

Although Cuisuo's splitting ability is the same, Fu's ability is also awakened at the normal level, and its reputation is sharp sword.

It's a pity that Altri's ability can't split himself, it can only split the weapon. If not, it will attack the enemy like multiple clones, which is especially abnormal.

Alf's sword ability can summon one or several swords.

But she chose the most powerful way to use it, which was to reshape the original Moon Cross Dart into a long sword that was exclusive to her, and then borrow the superimposed amplification of her own abilities.

Perhaps due to the influence of Aguman's lectures, many elves among the elves now like to use swords.

"Miss."

"Fu, please give me some advice."

"Sister, you come first."

"Row."

Both of them fought on black panthers, and the black panther, who also had the peak strength of Yuelun, could probably destroy the city alone.

Altri threw down the moon dart in his hand, and it immediately split into thousands of people in mid-air, killing them in all directions.

Alf raised the sword in his hand, and hundreds of sword shadows flashed out in an instant. The sword then shone with a dark sword light, which was extremely terrifying.

She had used this sword before, and in an instant she killed Alya, who possessed sword magic, and shattered her magic sword.

Let Aliya then go to Lu Qian and ask the Mother Goddess to make a sword specially for her.

Alf adheres to a simple principle, no matter how many difficulties there are ahead, even if it is a sea of ​​swords and fire, she will destroy it with one sword.

"cut"

A powerful slash that consumed magic power, accompanied by the black edge of the sword energy, directly wiped out thousands of cross moon darts in the sky.

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