Back to the Future Sword of Sichen

(Today there are two chapters in total)

"Who dares to fight with me!"

Wei Mingye shouted three times and then stopped inviting her to challenge. She sat cross-legged on the arena, closed her eyes and meditated.

The time on the big screen was changing every minute. One minute passed, three minutes passed, ten minutes passed, and Wei Mingye was still the only figure on the empty arena.

This has never happened in previous games. Ten minutes passed and no one dared to come on stage to challenge.

Wei Mingye lost her patience. She smiled disdainfully and said sarcastically: "I don't even have the courage to go on stage. I think it's better not to participate in such competitions in the future!"

She pointed at the contestants' viewing platform, scaring those contestants into a cold sweat. Wei Mingye spoke word by word, as if issuing a death warrant, "In three minutes, I will personally step down from the stage to select my opponent."

"Merlin's pants... my magic staff moved! I don't want to play anymore!" One player finally couldn't stand the oppressive atmosphere, and the tension broke out at this moment. He didn't even want the magic staff, and rolled and crawled away from the competition. site.

This behavior quickly ignited the timidity and fear in the hearts of the contestants. In an instant, more than half of the contestants were moving. They were pushing each other, unable to distinguish between north and south, and scurrying around like headless flies.

However, it was gratifying that they all managed to escape in the end, but the deans sitting in the stands lost their dignity. Their expressions became uglier than the others, and some even got up and left, never to come back again.

The foundation players are all still there. It's not that they are not afraid of Wei Mingye, but they know in their hearts that Wei Mingye is demonstrating to the players from various colleges. Seeing that those players are almost running, the foundation players have proud faces. smile.

They couldn't beat them, so they had no choice but to escape. At the same time, the foundation players secretly rejoiced that Wei Mingye was one of their own. Even if Wei Mingye knocked them off the ring, as long as they could get ranked, it was worth the beating.

Judging from the current situation, there is no doubt that the champion of this year's arena competition is Wei Mingye.

Sonnet tightened her grip on the magic staff, and she seemed to have made up her mind as she walked down from the contestant viewing platform and stood on the ring.

The moment she stepped onto the ring, the wind around her picked up, cutting across her skin like a knife. The murderous aura could be regarded as aura. When a person's aura is strong enough, it can even change the surrounding environment.

The wind around her became more violent, and the strong wind poured into her nasal cavity without mercy, almost suffocating Sonnet. She cast a spell, and her whole body was enveloped in white light. The light reduced the attack of the strong wind, which made her feel better. .

"I didn't expect her to be so strong..." Sonnet suddenly felt a little lost, but the loss in his heart was quickly thrown out of his mind.

Wei Mingye stood opposite Sonnet. She actually saw the flame called courage in Sonnet's eyes. No one could show any emotion other than timidity under her murderous aura. Sonnet was the fourth sonnet. one.

"I agree with you, Sonnet." Wei Mingye took back his murderous intent, and Sonnet took a heavy breath. If Wei Mingye didn't take back his murderous intent, he might not be able to hold on before he started.

Sonnet raised her magic staff in front of her chest and made a dueling salute. Her eyes were like a torch, and her whole body exuded unstoppable heroic strength. She had the feeling of a strong man who is gone and will never return.

"I want to become stronger." Sonnet said solemnly. She placed a hand on her chest, her eyes were firm, and she said in a more solemn tone: "I want to become stronger, please help me. "

Wei Mingye clasped his hands and saluted, "I will help you."

Then she looked at the people in the audience, "I will help you and everyone else."

Wei Mingye took a step back, holding the handle of the knife with both hands and entering a fighting stance, "Sonnet, use your most powerful mysterious technique! Don't let me down!"

"As you wish." A white magic circle appeared at the foot of Sonnet, and countless inscriptions floated in the air to form an extremely complex pattern.

"Sonnet! Come on!"

"Come on! Orange-haired big sister!"

The audience was moved by the emotion of the sonnet. They waved their hands and shouted to cheer for the sonnet. This was a tribute to the brave and a ridicule to the timid.

Those contestants from all the colleges who have not yet left the arena are so ashamed that they wish they could use teleportation spells to leave. If those contestants who escaped had a little bit of courage like a sonnet, they would not turn their own colleges into clowns and become the talk of the dinner table.

The power in Sonnet's body is boiling, and she recites an ancient poem, which is a poem praising the brave.

In order to retrieve his wife who was taken away by the devil, the brave man went up mountains and seas of fire, crossed poisonous swamps, and fought against the rough sea all year round. After experiencing all the hardships that ordinary people could not bear, he broke into the devil's castle and chopped off the devil with a single sword. head, and returned to life with his wife.

The ability of sonnets is to materialize the poetry in one's mind.

As she sang, countless white doves flew out from the magic circle at her feet. The white doves, symbolizing happiness and peace, soared in the sky and finally disappeared into the floating clouds.

A red magic circle lights up behind Sonnet, which represents mountains of swords and seas of fire, and a blue magic circle lights up, which represents the turbulent ocean.

The five-element arrays lit up behind her one after another, shocking the entire audience. There were not many mystics who could control the five elements at the same time. The Foundation was truly a hidden dragon and a crouching tiger.

Sonnet tightened her magic staff and gritted her teeth. She stopped being concrete - the energy in her body was no longer enough to support her ability to be concrete. This was not her best mysterious technique, but in order for Wei Mingye to recognize herself, she would Try your best to show your abilities.

Five beams of different colors ejected from the five-element array. The heat of fire, the coldness of water, the poison of wood... The beams came like thousands of cavalry riding on the city, and together with the blooming light, even the sun in the sky was stunned. It seems to compare.

Before the beam of light arrived, the spreading aftermath tore the floor under his feet into pieces. Since Sonnet was going all out, he would definitely not let her down.

Spiritual power was filling every corner of his body. Wei Mingye consumed all the spiritual power without leaving any room. Suddenly, a dark and frantic whirlwind rose from Wei Mingye's feet. In the shocked eyes of everyone, the whirlwind stopped the incoming beam of light.

The whirlwind several meters high dissipated, and the beam charged again. Wei Mingye raised his two swords. At this moment, the wind stopped, the flag fell, and even the surroundings were eerily quiet.

A flash of sword light fell, instantly shattering the light beam into bits of brilliant light. The earth was shaking, the wind was whimpering, and Sonnet fell to the ground. Beside her, there was a ravine nearly a hundred meters long, with a strong The murderous aura turned into a strong wind and flowed wantonly in the ravine.

This knife seemed to pause time, and it took a few minutes for everyone to come back to their senses. They marveled at Wei Mingye's knife, and also marveled at the mysterious technique performed by Sonnet.

Only Constantine and Ms. Z were left on the stage. The other deans left the place after seeing the light of the sword fall. The master of this year's Mystic Arts Arena already knew about it, and there was no need for them to continue watching.