evil jihad

"Enough!" Jiawen's extremely dissatisfied voice came from the upper end of the field.

This loud shout interrupted the panic of all the students, also interrupted Nasus' arrogance, and even saved Hogengall's fourth-order life.

Everyone opened their eyes, and when they looked at the field again, they saw a golden gun between Helenesus and Hogan. The distance between them was so close that it almost fell on the tip of their noses. The gun barrel blocked Nasus. The ducklings are motionless.

Nasus looked at the golden gun in astonishment, and suddenly recalled what happened just now. He just felt that the soul quenching power in his body was about to hit Hogan, and there was no news. Even briefly interrupted the idea of ​​manipulating energy.

On the other hand, it was the same for Hogan; neither of them saw or even felt the breath coming, as if the gun should appear here.

The confusion between the two of them suddenly became clear as Jiawen approached.

Jiawen, whose golden armor was shining in front of him, his cheeks twitched, and he walked out, the ground shook under his feet, and the armor of his body was even more entwined with spiritual power, and he followed the armor in and out in a regular manner, even if a little energy collided with the golden armor, it would not be aroused at all. There was no fluctuation, as if the armor and Jiawen had already become one.

The breath intimidated the students who loved fantasy, and seeing Jarvan from their eyes was no different from star worship; but the excitement and madness of the students around made Nasus feel as if he was in an ice cave, and the pressure could be overwhelmed. It made people kneel down. Such power made Nasus clearly feel that Jarvan had been patient with him enough!

Judging from the speed at which Jiawen threw the gun in the void just now, it was easy to kill the two of them; this kind of strength was enough to shock everyone, and it was also enough to form a simple deterrent to the next game.

"Hogangal, you step back first." The corners of Jiawen's mouth moved, his face was stern and empty.

Hogangar, who woke up like a dream, knelt down and thanked Jiawen repeatedly, looked up at Master Kongji with guilt, and retreated into the formation in embarrassment.

On the field, Nasus's hands fell mechanically, no matter how hard he tried, he couldn't lift them up. Just now, the golden spear was soft but hard, and the rebounding force actually made Nasus's arms paralyzed and collapsed. .

The speed is fast enough, the energy guessing is accurate enough, and the dragon slaying warrior with both rigidity and softness is Jiawen's terrifying strength. He can send and receive the released fighting spirit freely and change it as he likes. It is hard to imagine that his mind and energy have been controlled. What kind of pervert!

The mentor, the dean, and the two referees above the field were all silent. It could be seen that they agreed with Jiawen's actions. Only in this way can the goal of stopping the situation with silence and killing chickens and monkeys be achieved. The students of the rules realize the eternal philosophy that there is a sky beyond the sky, and there are people beyond people.

But Haotian couldn't sit still, he knew exactly what Jiawen was going to do next.

Nasus's violation was obvious to all. As a referee, Jiawen didn't need to be so strong, but the problem he was facing now didn't seem to be a violation, but also involved Nasus' origin and identity.

When Jiawen was in a dilemma, he looked back at Haotian.

At this time, Yuri suddenly said lightly: "Sacred Martial Palace won this round, it's getting late, Jiawen, please announce tomorrow's matchup, and then go away."

It is not without reason for the dean to say this, but such words can easily be interpreted as a serious slander of righteousness bowing to evil; but Yuri said this, and Jiawen was speechless immediately.

Turning around, he picked up Nasus' weapon and handed it to him, warning solemnly: "Don't be an example!"

Nasus didn't expect Jarvan to let him off like this, and at the same time, all the staff in the Hall of Holy Warriors felt relieved.

"Thank you, Chief Jiawen, for your non-punishment gift. I know I was wrong." Nasus lowered his head. It was the first time he saw him so panicked, and it was also the first time he saw him feel so guilty.

Such a result, it cannot be said that everyone is happy, among them, Master Kongji glanced at Haotian with dissatisfaction, the deep meaning in his eyes was both complacent and hostile.

"Everyone is quiet. I understand everyone's desire to win, but this is not a battlefield, this is an academy. You are friends who have been with each other for many years. As friends who have shared weal and woe, can't you carry out a fair fight with a correct attitude? You, all of you, must be looking forward to entering the Imperial Palace, yes, there is supreme glory and military exploits there, but you don’t know how to get it, now I tell you, the struggle on the battlefield It is far more intense and cruel than the duels on the martial arts arena. On the battlefield, you must condense your strength to fight against the devil. It is not intrigue or taking advantage of each other; this kind of student let me find out again, and I will cancel his service for the empire forever. The reason is very simple, the sages of the Shenzhou Empire will not let a mouse ruin a pot of soup. Now let me give you a preview of tomorrow's duel lineup, I hope everyone will go back and prepare well."

After Jiawen finished speaking, he looked at the mentor behind him, then stared at the spiritual power crystal in his hand, and announced the three duels tomorrow.

They are Frank from the Hall of Arrows against Jess from the Hall of Dragons, Randolph from the Hall of Magic against Pan Sen from the Hall of Dragons, and Ashe from the Hall of Arrows against Cheek Nao from the Hall of Magic.

In this way, it seems that there will be no match in the Holy Martial Palace tomorrow, and everyone doesn't have to worry too much. They can have a good rest for a day to prepare for the next three battles.

The four major halls retreated from the Martial arts field one by one, and the students got the freedom to take courses. This kind of freedom is specially for students who have no competitions. Those who have competitions are carefully prepared in the dormitory. Analyze and study the opponent's strengths and weaknesses with help.

Jess is no exception. For most of the students, the protagonists of tomorrow's battle are Jess and Frank. The competition between the two can be said to be a competition of power and financial resources between the two families; both of them have prominent backgrounds, The wealth of the wealthy family, coupled with the long-standing resentment between the two, is bound to make a fierce fight when they meet.

As for Wang Man, he put all the focus of tomorrow's battle on Ai Xi. Wang Man stood quietly at the gate of the Holy Martial Palace in the night, and the quiet dark clouds hid behind the suspended Lingshan peak. The aimless night is spent in dreaming.

Legend has it that there are gods in Lingshan, but this point of view has not been proven. Wang Man risked the idea of ​​giving it a try, raised his head to the sky and prayed silently.

"May the gods bless you, and I wish Ai Xi a fame in the first battle." Wang Man's lonely figure under the ancient tree seemed lonely and desolate.At the same time, Ai Xi was on her way to the Holy Martial Palace. The young and beautiful girl was bound to win the battle against the emperor's army. This journey left Wang Man hiding in the snow in this spiritual mountain, reluctant to give up.

What's more, Ai Xi has too many ideas to tell Wang Man, Jess has no time to take care of his girlfriend's whereabouts tonight.

Along the way, Aixi stopped in front of the Holy Martial Palace. The solitary ancient tree roulette, the jerky and moving man stood still, the cold wind was blowing on his face, and sadness came from it; Wang Man's figure made Aixi feel ashamed.

"Brother?" Ash cowardly lowered her voice, she was very afraid that Wang Man would find out but also very afraid of missing out, which made her look like she was walking on eggshells.

"Ai Xi! You, why are you here?" Wang Man turned his head and stepped forward happily, suddenly remembered Ai Xi's current identity, and stopped involuntarily.

The distance between the two is about Zhang Xu, and they have long had obsessions in their hearts without talking much.

Ai Xi's face was flushed, and her snow-white skin was incompatible with the surrounding environment. Looking at the beauty in front of him, Wang Man felt that she was far away from her. He had the urge to reach out and touch her.

"Brother, I... I'll come and see you." Ashe's elastic lips were rosy and pure, and her white teeth were biting mint lightly, hesitating, with an elegant demeanor.The Frost bow and arrow on her back is no longer mischievously resting on the ground as before, but hangs down her waist along with Ashe's long hair; she is no longer the immature and well-behaved girl she used to be, she has become a cold, glamorous and aloof girl. Frost Goddess.

"Ai... sister, this place is not suitable for you, I... I am not good enough for you." Wang Man, whose mind was confused, expressed his entangled difficulties, and buried his head in front of the woman.

"No, brother, you listen to my explanation."

"My sister, you go back! There is a game tomorrow, you have to rest well." Wang Man stood up and went back.

Aixi quickly caught up and stopped in front of Wang Man, the corners of her eyebrows touched, and the fragrance overflowed, which made Wang Man's heart flutter, and he reined in boundlessly.

Over the years, this is the first time the two have had such close contact. The tips of their noses touch each other, and the breath between their lips is full of elegance and richness. Looking at Ai Xi's slightly closed eyes, Wang Man's heart is pounding wildly, and his heart is attacking fiercely. , pulled his lips past it.