Arad's crooked savior

After coming back, Siatt sat quietly, with her beautiful legs slightly tucked together and her hands on her knees, showing the elegance and subtlety of an aristocratic lady.

Her fair and smooth cheeks were covered with a layer of drunken sunset glow that had not completely faded away, and her eyes were as clear and pure as pure water, with a hint of seductive charm.

The reason for my sudden inner bowels was not that I didn't have enough nutrition, but that I had been standing on one foot for too long and had accidentally sprained my foot.

"Ahem, what I'm doing is reducing my body weight before the competition to make my body movements more flexible and easier." Ye Lin tried to find an excuse to explain why he spent extra energy before the competition.

Siatt's jade fingers quietly reached out to his waist and pinched the flesh hard, her head lowered and her eyes filled with resentment.

They are all skilled knights, and they are not ignorant virgins. When they came around, they seemed to be concerned about their sprained feet. In fact, they just wanted to see how embarrassed they were, and their explanations only became darker and darker.

Of course, realistically speaking, he did lose some weight.

After dirty girl Xiaoyu came over, she sat directly on the seat next to Siatt, stretched out a finger to poke at her thigh, and asked curiously: "Which foot is sprained? Is it the right foot? It turns out you lifted it It’s the left leg.”

Siatt's pretty face froze, and she quickly flicked her forehead with her finger, and counterattacked: "What do you mean, you are lifting only your right leg?"

"That's not true, she likes the game of nine and six." Ye Lin was afraid that the atmosphere would not be chaotic, so he "kindly" defended and retorted for her, and then his arm was pinched and bruised.

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The second round of elimination was more dangerous and thrilling than the first round, and it was already close to the second half when I came back.

The collision between the leaders still did not happen. It was more like Held's ingenious arrangement than some small chance of coincidence.

Ys voluntarily gave up in the second round and surrendered. By a coincidence, she met her sister Sophie, who was determined to win the position of apostle.

The evil god Aden was beaten up by Ye Lin and Niyali not long ago, and his spirit and strength declined significantly. He continued to hold on in the knockout rounds, and it was difficult to advance to the next round.

Admitting defeat frankly can also allow Sophie to stay in a better state.

Also, Iqi, who relied on the Shadow Night Cat to win by chance in the last round, also took the initiative to admit defeat after meeting Katie, the leader of the Spin Demon Society.

She still couldn't touch Niwu, and the big treasure at the bottom of the box was the third-generation magic machine "Spirit Number". Using it on Katie had little meaning and was a waste.

The cost is too expensive!

The second-generation machinery has been turned into a pile of parts. If the Spirit is broken again, Sister Monica will definitely sanction her future experimental funds. She can only endure this tone for now, and then go to Niwu to "revenge" !

However, during the post-game interlude, her shadow night cat and Katie's three-tailed civet were having a lot of fun.

At this moment, the two strong men were dueling in the field. Cyrus, who had a cool but not expressive expression, was facing the mysterious man with blue ghost hands.

The man coexists with a powerful soul and reaches a dual-soul resonance. He is half human and half ghost. Cyrus also controls the living demon sword and the aloof swordsman Tamos.

There are some subtle similarities between the two in terms of status.

The mysterious man with blue ghost hands frequently used killing moves at first, but for some reason his offensive quickly became sluggish and his swordsmanship was jerky. It was no longer the fierce and superb swordsmanship he had in the first round of eliminations.

Seizing a tiny flaw, the god-killing sword that once drank the blood of the gods left a horrific bloody gash on the opponent's shoulder. The opponent immediately raised his hand to signal that he would admit defeat.

Cyrus still had a cool face, showing no joy after winning. He even felt dissatisfied and said coldly: "I have noticed your fighting style, and this is not your limit."

"The tacit partnership between Phantom Ghost and I is the most perfect peak, but~" The ghost-hand man shrugged and sighed helplessly, saying: "There seems to be something wrong with my partner, and the cooperation with me has become unfamiliar. This is my state and part of my strength, you win."

After the man bowed his hands in greeting, he hurried towards an exit of the arena. A powerful ghost that could not be detected by the naked eye was running in that direction.

Ever since he was invaded by a ghost when he was about to die (to save his life), and his two souls coexisted in one body, the other party has always been a steady and calm master. During the occasional free chat, he learned that the ghost had a vicissitudes of life that he did not want to mention. past.

Now, for the first time, Phantom Ghost showed signs of acting erratically. He was chasing someone!

Outside the arena, there was no one in sight. There were only some strange plants climbing up the ancient buildings. The twisted vines seemed to have eaten flesh and blood, and were dark red in color.

The phantom ghost, who was twice as tall as an ordinary person, held his sword and pointed it at an angle, curling up with a chilling intent, lifting up a layer of half-rotted fallen leaves on the ground.

Ding!

There is a dark wind coming!

Phantom quickly drew out his sword and slashed diagonally, knocking away a cross dart that was coming from behind. The dart did not have the intention of cold killing, but its speed was still shocking.

The man immediately ran to pick up the fallen cross dart. It felt that the material was not metal, but seemed to be made of some kind of special ore, with an incomprehensible symbol engraved on the surface.

"That's magic stone, one of the unique ores of the planet Aiken."

The ghost took the dart, but his eyes suddenly froze when he saw the symbol on the dart. Could it be that the ghost clan just now was not Casillas! ?

The rough fingertips rubbed the mysterious symbols, recalling a long-lost memory in his mind, as well as a name that he could not forget even after death.

Tao!

Ta'ao is not the name of a person, but a noble family with a glorious history of thousands of years and a profound heritage on the Aiken planet.

"From the exaggeration of his achievements in the demon world, I am sure that with Casillas's character, there is absolutely no possibility of a sneak attack. So I didn't expect that there are actually people from the Tao family in the demon world."

There was a strong sarcasm on the corner of Phantom Ghost's mouth. He held the sword with a solemn aura and took the initiative to reveal his illusory body shape.

The opponent must have recognized him, so when he was in the arena, he deliberately cast a strong gaze from the audience stage to attract his attention.

Rustle~

There was a slight sound like the gnawing of silkworms. Someone was stepping on the piles of fallen leaves. They were as light as a swallow and difficult for ordinary people to detect.

"Your swordsmanship is very similar to that figure in the legend, but he should have been dead long ago."

The ghost clan who stayed five steps away was also taller than an ordinary person. He was dressed neatly in a blue-gray swordsman's uniform. He wore a black mask and had a single horn raised on his forehead.

Suddenly, the phantom ghost and the mysterious swordsman disappeared on the spot at the same time. Several fallen leaves were picked up by the wind, and in the next moment they were all broken into the fine needle teeth of a wooden comb!

The confrontation was completely imperceptible to the naked eye, with only the clear and bright clang of the swords clashing, telling the story of a sharp and intertwined attack between the two sides.

Secret Technique: Moonlight!

In an instant, the sword's blade radiated with cold light, tearing apart everything in all directions. The towering ancient trees broke from it, and every leaf flying from the tree crown fell into two pieces.

"This is a profound secret technique of the Tao family. Only the heirs can practice it. Moonlight Walking Man, Yasin, long time no see."

Huan Gui sheathed his sword and stood up, suppressing his killing aura. He let out a long sigh and recalled some past events.

The most famous genius of the Tao family, the legendary person who can unify the destiny of the planet Aiken.

However, in that era when chaos and order coexisted, Phantom was the only person who did not recognize the legend. He felt that the person destined in the prophecy was not Yasin.

"As expected, it's you, Yatogami, Lord Mohan."

Yasin also sheathed her sword, her eyes flashing under the mask for a long time, and finally turned into a long sigh.

The past is like smoke in the wind, and all kinds of feelings are rushing into my heart. I raise my sword and look around, but it is a foregone conclusion. No matter whether I am angry or regretful, no one can change anything.

Mohan?

The man with ghost hands was startled. He and the other person's souls had been together for a long time, but he had never heard the other person mention his name.

Even if you ask deliberately, the other person will just shake his head and say that he forgot.

"Lord Mohan, is this your apprentice?" Yasin stared down at him. He was still a young man when the Night Sword God became famous.

"That's right."

He borrowed Qiyou's body and remained half-dead and half-ghost in the world, but he was also the one who saved Qiyou, who was once dying, and taught him the swordsmanship of Aiken.

Being called master is not too much.

"It's far worse than your first apprentice." Yasin shook his head and commented.

"oh?"

Qiyou's eyes turned cold. Let's not talk about why a senior brother suddenly appeared. He couldn't just ignore the comment of "far worse".

"Yes, but it's still a compromise." Mohan also nodded slightly, seemingly very much in agreement, which immediately made Qiyou dumbfounded.

"Well, I..." Qiyou tried to defend himself a few more words to increase his momentum, but then Yasin's words completely defeated his displeasure.

"Lord Mohan's first apprentice is named Casillas."