Chapter 785 Xiao Yan’s Style

And Xuan Lan, who was originally indifferent, became real in an instant. She was already standing on the spot, with the slender half-moon scimitar floating quietly behind her, making people shudder.

"Xia Birou, you are defeated! From now on, the golden battle flag will be held by my Xuan family!"

Her voice is quite soft and beautiful, making people feel like a spring breeze.

However, what everyone on the field heard was like thunder from the sky, shaking their bodies violently. There were different expressions on their faces, including shock, astonishment, and disbelief.

It’s incredible!

Since the beginning of the competition, Xia Birou, who had been defeating her opponents one by one with absolute strength, was unexpectedly defeated by Xuan Lan.

This situation completely exceeded everyone's expectations!

Those who had been clamoring at first suddenly felt a bit hot on their cheeks, as if they had been slapped hard by the ethereal girl like an elf: "Shut up!"

"good!"

Qin Yi smiled faintly. Although he had expected this situation for a long time, he still felt quite comfortable when he saw Xuanlan defeat Xia Birou with his own eyes.

Once Xuanlan wins, then the Xuan family's promise to him should be fulfilled. From now on, he and Senior Sister Yang will be able to use the upper-middle-grade sacred weapons. In addition, if there are intelligence requirements in the future, Xuanjia can also help himself for free.

"Xia Birou was defeated?"

On the tower opposite, there was also an unbelievable exclamation. Xia Changhe and other members of the Xia family stood up suddenly, their faces full of anger and unwillingness.

Such a result is difficult for them to accept!

On the golden competition field, Xia Birou's face was a little pale, and there was a trace of blood on her lips. It was not from being beaten, but from being bitten by herself. Her eyes like a leopard's were staring motionlessly at the pretty girl standing there. The girl seemed ready to pounce at any moment.

Suddenly, she smiled with relief: "The Kyushu Holy See is indeed worthy of its reputation. I have learned the lesson today!"

After saying this, her body turned into a silver stream of light and disappeared into the tower opposite.

"Haha, Qin Yi, thank you!"

Xuan Lan returned to Qin Yi's side, and a string of silver bell-like laughter came out of her mouth. Her jade cheeks, as crystal clear as egg white, were flushed with excitement, which was really touching.

"You're welcome. You're already very strong. I'm just giving you some pointers."

Qin Yi touched his nose and smiled lightly.

"Haha, sister Xuanlan, congratulations! This time, your Xuan family will finally win the golden battle flag for a hundred years. From now on, your father will be the prime minister of Dachu!"

Xiao Ning laughed loudly and sincerely congratulated Xuanlan.

With the end of the battle between Xuan Lan and Xia Birou, the game on the golden arena has come to an end.

However, the game on the Silver Arena is not over yet.

Xiao Yan has been fighting ever since he appeared on the stage. He is so powerful that he defeats all the challengers who come forward with his absolute strength.

At this time, everyone's eyes on the arena were focused on the silver arena.

"Ding Gaoshuang, you are defeated!"

Xiao Yan stood in the center of the arena, with the slender half-moon scimitar floating quietly behind him, faintly exuding a powerful killing intent.

Ding Gaoshuang looked gloomy, glanced at Xiao Yan, and silently left the stage.

"Winning four games in a row!"

Around the arena, many people exclaimed and had to look at Xiao Yan with admiration. Gan Shi, Zhuge Anye, Wang Dahu, and Yuandong, the four great masters, were all defeated by Xiao Yan one after another.

Moreover, Xiao Yan was defeated by an absolute advantage. No one could hold on for five minutes in Xiao Yan's hands.

Xiao Yan stood quietly in the center of the arena, her white dress dressing her up like a nine-day fairy. At this time, her gentle and elegant temperament disappeared, replaced by an extremely sharp feeling.

Xiao Yan, the most beautiful woman in Ink City, attracts the blazing eyes of countless males no matter where she goes. However, at this time, the males around the arena are looking at the most beautiful woman in Ink City. It's fear.

"Xiao Yan, I know you are very strong, but as long as I am here, you cannot create a myth today!"

Soon, Yue Xiaoyun, the "war son" of the Yue family, rushed into the silver arena.

Yue Xiaoyun, wearing a golden robe, looked extraordinarily luxurious. Before the start of the War Flag Tournament, he had set up a plot to kill Xiao Yan. Unfortunately, a mysterious cloaked man appeared at the critical moment and destroyed his plot. .

"Ping ping ping pong!"

There was no unnecessary nonsense between the two, and they quickly started fighting wildly together.

Yue Xiaoyun's weapon is also a wide sword. However, his sword is blue. The sword is nearly two meters long. A faint stream of light slowly flows over the sword body. It looks quite beautiful. Domineering.

The most common colors for war swords are: blood, azure, blue, ink and pink.

Among them, blood and blue are the most common swords, and the rarest one is pink.

"Qian Lan Fantasy Art - the first style!"

"Qianlan Fantasy Art—Second Form!"

"..."

Xiao Yan's attacks were unambiguous at all. Each attack was more powerful and faster than the last.

Her major in martial arts was not weak to begin with, but after some guidance from Qin Yi, her power reached a whole new level.

At this time, her whole body was perfectly integrated with the slender half-moon scimitar without any flaws. The endless sword energy spread out in all directions. Even those watching the battle a hundred feet away felt the pressure on their cheeks. The strong sword energy made the scraping painful.

Yue Xiaoyun, who was wearing a golden robe, was not at the same level in terms of combat power. As soon as they fought, he had the upper hand and was retreating in a state of embarrassment.

"Qian Lan Fantasy Art - the fifth form!"

Amidst the sweet shouts, Xiao Yan's half-moon scimitar radiated with great brilliance, dazzling and murderous intent. With a sharp whistling sound, it slashed towards Yue Xiaoyun in front of him with the force of chopping everything.

The spinning slender scimitar was still more than ten feet away. Yue Xiaoyun felt the endless sword intent, like a huge wave, rushing towards him crazily. His black hair was all the same. Looking back, the golden robe on his body made a sound.

For a moment, his mind went blank. He only felt that the slender scimitar that was slashing fiercely was like a big face of a life-seeking ghost rushing out of hell.

"My mother!"

Yue Xiaoyun exclaimed, her soul trembled suddenly, and she subconsciously raised her sword to block.

"when!"

The slender scimitar struck the sword, making a sharp and loud sound. Yue Xiaoyun's arms went numb, and the jaws of both palms were instantly shattered into bloody pieces. <