A Master's Type Moon Event Book

He simply raised his torn palm and said quickly, "I admit defeat! I admit defeat! I admit defeat!"

Afraid that Li Xiang would not hear it, he said it three times in a row.

The referee approved the result, and Li Xiang won again.

The game continued. After he defeated five opponents in a row, the attendant who made the record stood up and said: "The preliminary screening has ended, there are four people left in the ninth group, and one will be selected for the promotion. In the first game, Li To Alura Katona, please enter."

Li Xiang's expression finally changed.

The man in front of him was wearing white armor, and only his eyes were exposed.

Big dog.

He sighed, not afraid.

Although the armor brings defense, but when the strength is low, it will definitely affect the speed.

Sorry, I'm a magician.

Li Xiang said something in his heart.

He raised his right arm and pointed at Alura, who was waiting.

A slight wind sound suddenly sounded in the air, as if coming from a distant place.

Alura tried her best to pay attention to her surroundings after hearing the abnormal sound.

But this is from the sky.

Totally unexpected attack.

Starfall.

The high-speed starlight broke through the air, collided with the thick armor, and made a crisp sound.

The face in Alula's helmet was pale for a moment, and the whole person was like motion sickness, and he was dizzy for a while.

Li Xiang's attack did not stop.

The magic circle appeared on the ground.

A pale yellow light swirled along the trail, and quicksand emerged from the flat soil.

Quicksand.

Before Alula could wake up from the concussion, she felt herself sinking.

He struggled violently to crawl out, but the soil under his feet became softer and softer. Instead, it sank deeper and deeper, gradually submerging his chest, and the breath of death became stronger and stronger.

"I surrender!"

The quicksand stopped immediately.

With the fear of escaping death in his eyes, Alula gasped and looked at the calm young man in the distance.

Chapter 39 Promotion

A raindrop fell on Li Xiang's face.

The second drop, the third drop, more and more, a hazy drizzle came.

Li Xiang wiped the rain on his face, raised his head and saw the still clear sky. He was stunned for a moment, and then looked into the distance.

The sky above the farm was densely covered with dark clouds, the sky was smeared with thick ink that could not be melted, and the invisible low pressure spread, Li Xiang felt breathless.

"what is that?!"

The exclamations rose and fell to each other.

A huge black shadow is forming in the wind and rain.

Huge head, ugly and disgusting face, a pair of curved blood-red horns, the body is half hidden in the clouds, but the body more than ten meters high gives people a strong sense of oppression.

"It's the devil!"

"Why did the black armor appear here?!"

"Damn the humble king!"

The boiling voice and the excitement of the crowd, many people have drawn out their long swords and are ready to rush to the farm.

"Stop everyone! Do you want to die?"

Baron Sauron McKenning stood up and said loudly: "There are many powerful knights over there, and the black armor will naturally be solved. What you have to do is to complete the selection match."

The restless knight calmed down a little, and the selection game itself was coming to an end. Like Li Xiangzai's ninth group, it was the last match.

"Beno Greco to Li Xiang."

Li Xiang held the spear in both hands and assumed an offensive stance.

The continuous drizzle fell on him without hindrance, and most of the robe was wet.

Benoy raised his sword.

The long spear in Li Xiang's hand suddenly vibrated, and when countless raindrops were bounced off, his backhand swayed backwards.

Several sword lights were shaken into white snowflakes by this gun.