Spivey rolled over in the air, dodging a thorny jungle.
After he landed, his shoulders shrugged, panting heavily. The palms of his hands were soaked with sweat, and the clothes that were originally slim had a few sword marks, which looked a little tattered.
The clown mask was still on his face, but at this time the clown's scarlet mouth outlined the sly smile, it seemed that he was no longer mocking Dominic, but mocking himself in a daze.
Dominic didn't give Spivey much chance to breathe, and he pulled out the rose vine that was inserted on the ground. In a flash of phantom, the vine re-turned into a rose rapier.
With a flick of the rapier, he held it vertically. Just between his eyes, the brilliance of the sword's blade outlines his deep facial features.
Dominique stood elegantly holding his sword, under the rain of rose petals flying all over the sky, like the most devout noble knight.
After the silence, there is extreme movement.
With the surge of energy, Dominican begins a true spring dance!
The tip of the sword slides like a graceful waltz. Every time it is swung, it will not only bring the petals falling, but also a large number of thorns and vines will grow on the ground.
These vines began to show their teeth and claws under the cover of the velvety Stipa prairie.
Taking advantage of the geographical advantage, Dominican approached step by step.
Spivey did not fight back, but was forced to retreat. When his strength completely dissipated, Dominic also seized the opportunity and slashed with his sword.
Like a beam of light, it slashed into Spivey's face.
A click sounded.
The clown mask cracked a gap in the middle, and as a black mist flickered, the weird clown mask shattered into two halves.
Although Spivey quickly covered his face with the black mist, all the audience still saw his true face.
Dominic laughed exaggeratedly: "Behind the mystery, something that conforms to his mysterious essence is often needed. I thought you were so good-looking to hide it, but obviously you are just pretending to be mysterious."
"If your appearance is one tenth of mine, oh no, one percent, I can understand you wearing a mask to cover it up. But now it seems that you are a clown with or without a mask."
Dominic's words are exaggerated, and the truth is actually exaggerated.
Is Speyway ugly? Not ugly.
Based on the audience's understanding of Dominican, it is estimated that he said this just to highlight his good looks.
"With a little trick of deception, do you think you can get away with the Nova Games?" Dominic pointed the tip of his sword to Speyway's throat: "It seems that what I said at the beginning is not wrong, this is a The field has long foreseen a drama that ends with you as the loser. Confess, or…”
The tip of the sword stabbed slightly, and a blood spot appeared on Speyway's throat, which was a strong threat.
Spivey's eyes were gloomy, his hands trembled in his sleeves, not fear, but just repression and... restraint.
"It seems that you are still very stubborn. My last warning to you, stubborn people, in common dramas, are either the protagonist or... the dead!"
As Dominic spoke, he swung his sword high, and the bright and beautiful rose also brought a cold killing intent.
In Speyway's thinking space, a familiar trick model that can no longer be familiar has taken shape. As long as he uses it, he can definitely turn around quickly.
However, once used. Perhaps, Kemoni will see the clue.
Spivey was torn between using and not using.
When Domenico's rapier was about to be slashed, Spivey sighed, lowered his head and removed the black mist around him, revealing his thin body: "I admit defeat."
The voice fell, and the sword that Dominic swung down turned into a rose.
"That's right." Dominic gently picked a rose, put it on the tip of his nose and sniffed it, and finally handed it to Spivey: "This rose is the hope that the winner gives to the loser. Of course, there could also be despair."
With laughter, Dominican turned and walked towards the door that was opened in front of him.
The light screen also showed the results of the first game.
Spring dance, win!
…
This game was not as intense as the official imagined. Fortunately, during the competition, the Spring Dance gave full play to the aesthetics of battle, and the petals were scattered like they didn't want money, causing the worshippers present to scream again and again.
Visually, at least, the game barely qualifies as a Rising Stars façade.
"This deceiver has an amazing fighting consciousness and relatively rich experience in combat. However, his methods were too weak, which eventually led to failure." Farina turned to look at Angel: "You are right, victory It is the round dance of spring."
Angel's eyes were in the distance at this time, and Kemoni and Hydra were whispering something.
Farina: "What are you looking at?"
Angel turned his head and smiled lightly: "I just think that Kemoni is probably the most serious of all the special judges."
Farina was stunned for a moment, then nodded with a smile: "Indeed, I have been serious since the beginning of the competition. I even think I can suggest Rosen to join him directly as a resident judge."
After speaking, Farina stood up: "Since the game is over, why don't you go and have a look?"
Angel nodded. He also wanted to hear what Kemoni was talking about, and whether he saw the clue.
Although they were still in mid-air, for them there was no difference in peace.
When they walked to Kemoni, his conversation with Hydra also stopped. Although he didn't listen to all of them, Farina heard a few key words from them, which seemed to be related to this game. Can't help but wonder: "Are you talking about this game?"
Kemonie nodded: "Yes, I always feel that this deceiver seems to be deliberately hiding. So, I want to ask the observers for advice."
Clumsy? Farina actually didn't watch the game very carefully, she just watched the beginning and ending, and spent the rest of the time thinking about alchemy, but didn't notice any hidden problems.
Farina: "What do you think of Your Excellency the Observer?"
The middle head of Hydra's three heads turned around, just aimed at Angel.
Angel was wondering why Hydra was facing himself, but he saw Hydra's closed eyes slowly opening.
Hydra's pupils are a pair of vertical pupils, cold like the eyes of a poisonous snake.
Echoes with his snake scales.
His vertical pupils seemed to have the ability to see through the truth. When Hydra was watching him with his eyes, Angel felt that all the secrets in his body seemed to be naked in front of him.
Angel frowned, his right eye flashed green light, and a strange green pattern immediately surrounded his body.
Green Stripes: Domain Field!
With the power of the field, all the aura leaked from the body was covered.
This feeling of being watched finally disappeared.
Angel looked at Hydra coldly: "Lord Observer, what do you mean?"
Hydra looked suspiciously at the green pattern that appeared around Angel's body. For the first time, his innate eye was blocked.
What kind of magic is this green pattern, why have I never seen it before
Hydra: "Sorry, I can't control my eyes, only closing them can hide the power of insight."
Although he didn't know what the abilities of Hydra's eyes were, he didn't lie, Angel could see it. However, since he couldn't control himself and kept closed, why did he suddenly open his eyes
Hydra continued: "I couldn't answer the question of the water-marked witch for a while, but the tree snake opened his eyes and told me that the person in front of me knew the answer."
The Snake in the Tree, like the River of Destiny, the Wheel of Time, and the String of the World, is a genre belief in the prophecy department, but it is not a mainstream belief, and belongs to a special and minority genre.
Angel: "The person in front of you, are you referring to me?"
Hydra nodded: "Yes."
The reason given is far-fetched, but he is not lying. And Angel was not really offended, and he finally chose not to mention it again.
"The observer thinks Wizard Pat knows?" Perhaps the atmosphere was a little embarrassing, and Farina took it over and eased the stiff atmosphere.
Hydra nodded: "Whether there is a hidden clumsy, the wizard Pat is naturally very clear."
Hydra deliberately paused for a long time before continuing: "After all, the deceiver is also a savage cave."
Angel could feel that the former sentence of Hydra meant something, and the latter sentence was very likely, not his real thoughts.
An idea flashed in Angel's mind, perhaps Kemoni didn't notice it, but this Hydra seems to have seen something
After hearing Hydra's words, Kemonie also looked at Angel curiously, and asked in a somewhat earnest tone, "What do you think, Wizard Pat?"
"It shouldn't matter if you hide your clumsiness, right? Anyway, the ending is set." Angel looked away: "Even if you really hide your clumsiness, it's nothing. After all, in some cases, isn't it a tactic?"
Kemonie nodded: "That said, it still feels a bit inconsistent. The deceiver has such an advanced fighting consciousness and rich fighting experience, but there is no matching strength. This is obviously wrong."
Farina suddenly said at this time: "Maybe, is there something to hide?"
All eyes were on Farina, waiting for her next words.
Farina pondered for a moment, then gave an unexpected answer: "Maybe, he is actually a fan of Spring Dance? Wouldn't you mind hurting him?"
Angel: "..."
Kemoni smiled dryly: "Maybe?"
Farina: "No matter what the answer is, why does the old night wizard care so much about the deceiver?"
Angel pricked up his ears.
Kemonie: "I didn't care about him either. In fact, this is the evaluation that Miss Melanza asked me to make... Speaking of which, Miss Melanza also asked me to ask your opinions. It's just that you are here, so let's talk about your opinions. ?"
Melanza? our opinion
Angel looked at Farina beside him with puzzled eyes, and Farina also shrugged to show her ignorance.
"Melantha should be in the judgment room, so let's go and ask directly?" Farina said.
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