Chapter 331: Thunder of the Divine Sky
On December 24, the winter festival competition was in a strong wind.
Although the outside was extremely noisy, mixed with various cheers and screams, Tilan's heart was extremely quiet. Looking at the opponent waiting for her, the girl's mind vaguely emerged that night many years ago, when she first came to the bustling South District 1, and then sat in the audience with her family, looking at Themisia's figure flying in the night sky in surprise, so far away and powerful, as if she was from two different worlds.
What was her sister thinking at the time, happy after winning, or disdainful? She shook her head. With Themisia's personality, she would probably forget this night soon.
In fact, although the two have different personalities, their views on certain things are unexpectedly similar. Ordinary people care about the championship and glory, but for them, it is just a passing cloud. What really makes them care is something that many people ignore, such as the path that suits their heart, their own undistorted will, and a free and unrestrained soul.
But the way this tendency is expressed is that one is extroverted and the other is introverted. Themisia will use her strength to make things develop in accordance with her own ideas, while Heshia prefers to use thinking and peaceful means to let everyone walk on this path naturally.
"Squeak--" The tip of the spear wrapped with lightning hit the blade, sparks burst, and the electric current hit the girl, causing her hair to spread slightly.
After that, he swung the spear blade again, and the black and blue lightning spear turned and pierced, breaking through the air, and a burnt smell came, but the attack was still dodged by the girl.
Gradually, the two people on the field fought faster and faster, and the sharp spear technique stabbed and slashed against the girl's body again and again, but they could never really touch the corner of each other's clothes, as if there was an invisible natural chasm.
Once again, the two staggered and separated, and Sweetway's eyes were locked. At this time, he could no longer underestimate the fragile girl in front of him.
"You are very strong."
He said these simple words, and then he suddenly shot up and flew thousands of meters into the sky like a cannonball.
Just as everyone was puzzled, a thick lightning flashed, briefly illuminating the night sky with a piece of snow-white, and then a thick electric current passed through the tiny figure in the sky and turned around, hitting the girl on the ground.
The black crystal blade shattered, the corners of the white dress became charred, and the face was also stained with some black ash. The hair floated slightly under the induction of static electricity.
A look of surprise appeared in the originally calm eyes, and then Tilan blinked and looked at Sweetway standing in the sky, as if he had just woken up from his memories.
But the opponent would not wait for this. Another lightning struck, and the golden electric spark instantly hit Tilan's feet, splashing a burst of stone chips and soil, leaving a charred mark, but the girl who was originally standing there disappeared.
In the night sky, black hair spreads out, blue flames drift, and butterfly wings like a dream are woven and blooming behind the girl. The snow-white dress is now coated with black and blue brilliance, reflecting the blue butterfly wings behind her.
This magic dress was given by the "Gothic Doll" when they cooperated with each other before. It was also the first time that Tilan wore it at the scene of the winter festival competition.
The overall color matching of the dress is black with blue, which should be inspired by butterflies. The edges are all soft black butterfly wing corners, which are dotted with gradient blue wrapped in black. The hem is like the overlapping of butterfly wings, and the legs are black stockings dotted with stars. The black base is a long glove with simulated butterflies falling on the back of the hand and wrist. On the chest is a blue diamond gem, which provides and stores the magic of the dress, and there are hollow lace patterns on the shoulders.
There are engraved patterns on the dress, which can trigger three effects, namely "butterfly wings spread", "shadow flickering" and "wing flapping".
The ribbon behind the waist of the skirt swayed in the evening breeze, and a little golden light was swaying. Then the girl's figure flashed and avoided another sharp lightning.
Like a butterfly flying in the night sky, Tilan carefully felt the use of this set of ceremonial clothes on her body. With the excellent perception of the Withering Sequence, she predicted the shuttle and strike of lightning again and again. Her fluttering figure kept flashing, disappearing and reappearing until she approached Sweetway in the air.
At this moment, he was wrapped in blazing lightning, with lightning pupils and electric eyes. When he saw Tilan approaching, his right arm suddenly leaned back in the air. A thick lightning bolt continued to expand in the palm of his hand, extending forward and backward. The scorching electric fire broke through the air in large quantities, emitting a burnt smell. The emitted electric current and magnetic force finally locked onto the girl's figure at this time.
"Thunder Arrow!"
The huge lightning spear that had been charged for a long time and was about 50 meters long swung and swept across, leaving a dazzling afterimage in the night sky, drowning Tilan in it.
After a few seconds, the white lightning dissipated, and the sight was restored. Everyone looked up at the sky again, and saw Tilan easily dispersed and shattered the spherical crystal barrier gathered on her side.
Although she kept dodging, she was not without the ability to resist, it was purely out of habit.
"If these are the only means, we can't make it to the end." The girl shook her head slightly. Sweetway's moves seemed to be powerful, but not cohesive. It was very useful against ordinary people, but it was not enough for her.
Panting, Sweetway did not answer, but stepped forward again with the lightning gun in hand, hoping to suppress Tilan through fierce and unremitting offensive.
But this time, Tilan was not prepared to accompany the opponent.
Her figure staggered, and in an instant she shuttled behind Sweetway, slashing the blade and slashing the body wrapped in lightning, but the lightning burst, like a reactive armor, piercing his body.
Seeing that the opponent was finally injured, Sweetway just had some hope, but soon found out that it was wrong, because the figure that dissipated behind him was not the real Heshia Tilan.
Where is the real her? Sweetway looked around urgently, and the invisible electromagnetic ripples in his eyes spread.
Finally, he saw Tilan still standing still on the ground, and the girl stood where she jumped when she entered.
In other words, from beginning to end, the girl did not move! And he was just fighting with the opponent's phantom.
A strong sense of humiliation rose up, making Sweetway extremely angry and roaring.
"Thunder of a Thousand Armies!"
A warhorse wrapped in lightning leaped down from the sky. He rode on it, then gripped his spear tightly, locked the girl below with his Qi and electromagnetic force, and charged down with an indomitable momentum.
Layers of lightning wrapped around him, as the warhorse and Sweetway galloped in the air, the stones and dust on the ground floated slightly, and a strange force field slowly built and solidified, blocking any secret method of flickering and moving in space, and the scattered lightning also paralyzed the opponent's body, greatly weakening his reaction ability.
This is fun, the girl thought in her heart as she looked at the galloping iron cavalry, then put her hands together, chanted a spell in her mouth, and the hem of her skirt moved without wind. The magic power of the swarming transformation of the Aigeka particles brought a whirlwind, flooding the ground like a tide.
Then she opened her eyes, and a dazzling purple arc of electricity spread between her hands, and a long sword surrounded by purple electricity was slowly pulled out from her palm.
"Qingluan's orthodox swordsmanship. Nine Heavens Responding to Thunder God Sword Technique."
The divine sword carrying the breath of thunder was pulled out, and a peacock feather-like mark appeared between the girl's eyebrows. Layers of peacock tail feathers appeared behind her. Although it was also a special swordsmanship inherited by the "Qinglian Xijian Palace", its source was another branch of the five orthodox branches of Qingluan, the "Green Pine Peacock Mountain". The five branches of Qingluan had frequent exchanges in the past, and occasionally exchanged each other's inheritance.
Wielding the divine sword carrying the might of the vast lightning, the girl went up against the wind, and the phantoms of the peacock tail feathers behind her spread out layer by layer, like a broken and dreamy kaleidoscope. The dazzling
purple lightning rose from the bottom, and the blue lightning in the sky descended with the charge of the warhorse, then collided with each other in an instant, and suddenly exploded. The dazzling blue and purple electric light flooded everything, spreading in a ring until it hit the barrier at the edge of the battlefield, shattering and exploding with countless electric sparks.
After the cross, Tilan stood in the air again, the peacock feather between her eyebrows still shining, emitting a gradual light, a trace of blood slowly slid down from the edge of the peacock feather, making her feel slightly cool, other than that, there were no more wounds on her body.
On the other side, the lightning warhorse driven by Sweetway dissipated, fell to the ground, with burnt and blurred marks all over its body, and the spear that originally accompanied it was also cut off, leaving only half of it, inserted diagonally into the ground.
"Edes Academy wins!"
After a short silence, a boiling voice rang out in the venue, mixed with countless shouts and screams. Whether it was at the scene or all over the planet thousands of miles away, countless people looked at the figure standing in the air in shock and surprise.
"Just as expected, this child not only inherited your talent, she even far exceeded everyone's expectations."
In a small town far away in the north, Gu Qianlou sat in a quiet hall, looking at the familiar figure on the projection screen, and sighed with a slightly hoarse voice. As early as a year ago, the still immature Heshia had forced him to use all his strength, and now Heshia, he is afraid that he can't win even if he goes on stage.
"A new generation replaces the old one. The Qingluan lineage has her to inherit. I can sit here with peace of mind and spend the rest of my life."
"Things change. Maybe I should have listened to your ideas more back then, so that I wouldn't let you cause the two sisters to stagger because of your injury. But in that case, you wouldn't marry an outsider and give birth to them two." Gu Qianlou shook his head slowly, sighing at the impermanence of fate.
(End of this chapter)
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