Chapter 1227: Abstain

On the competition stage, the fire was soaring.

A large sea of ​​fire completely drowned Xiao Yi.

Outside the sea of ​​flames, Nangong Yan had a smug smile on his face, and the sword of flame in his hand was already extremely solid and sharp.

"Damn it." In the viewing seat, the face of Fang Patriarch was a little ugly.

"I forgot, this Nangong Yan's spirit is the Fire Rain Sword."

"The Fire Rain Sword is the treasure of the Nangong family, and it ranks among the middle-rank sacred artifact."

"Nangong Yan fully utilizes the power of the middle-grade holy weapon. The power of this sword is enough to instantly kill the emperor of martial arts."

Fang Muxue's face was startled, "The power of the middle-grade holy artifact is fully mobilized? How is this possible?"

"Isn't that a middle-grade holy weapon, even an ordinary martial arts emperor can't fully mobilize his power?"

"Nangong Yan is only at the eighth level of the Holy King Realm, how could it be possible?"

Fang Patriarch's face gradually became colder, "It's the Qin family's unparalleled holy battle again."

"Nangong Yan, he was building a sword stance from the beginning; when he broke out, the flame and sword stance had already risen by several levels, and the power was monstrous."

"Also, Nangong Yan is the Fire Rain Sword Martial Spirit, and the Martial Spirit complements the sword itself, so it is extremely easy to mobilize the power of the Fire Rain Sword."

"That's how he exploded in a split second, unleashing the full power of the Fire Rain Sword."

"With a single sword, the power is astonishing."

With Patriarch Fang's strength, he could see the clue at a glance.

"Xiao Yi shouldn't have trained with Nangong Yan." Fang's head shook his head, "If it wasn't for this, Nangong Yan wouldn't have the opportunity to create enough sword stance."

"To put it simply, Young Master Xiao Yi is too arrogant," the maid said.

"Then..." Fang Muxue looked worried, "Rescue Young Master Xiao Yi first."

Fang Patriarch shook his head and looked at the competition stage with solemn eyes.

"The referee has not declared the victory or defeat in one day, and the four sides are competing, and no one can intervene."

"This..." Fang Muxue's face turned pale.

On the competition stage, the sea of ​​fire continued to burn.

Nangong Yan stood with his hands behind his back, not in a hurry, but just smiled proudly.

At the chief, several Fang family referees frowned, "The outcome has been decided and it can be announced."

"Yeah." Several Gu family judges also nodded.

"No." The three Qin family judges shook their heads one after another, "Nangong Yan has not dissipated the sea of ​​fire, the attack has not subsided, and the battle is not over yet."

The two elders Fang Gu frowned and said, "Although the attack has not disappeared, the outcome is obvious. Our referee's duty is to decide the outcome."

"But you can't decide now." Nangong Yan sneered on the competition stage.

"The sea of ​​fire has not gone away, who knows what's going on inside?"

"If Xiao Yi still has the fighting power, and you forcibly suspend the game, will you be responsible for the consequences?"

"This..." Several referees hesitated.

"Hmph." Nangong Yan snorted coldly, his eyes, looking back into the sea of ​​​​fire again.

"Xiao Yi, not only do I want you to be seriously injured, but I also want you to burn until your bones are left in the sea of ​​fire."

"Want to end the fight so soon? So that someone can treat you? Hmph, delusional."

"The flames won't go away until you turn to ashes."

Nangong Yan thought to himself, his eyes were full of resentment.

In the audience, Fang Muxue's pale face was full of urgency, "Father, don't stop the competition, Young Master Xiao Yi..."

Fang Patriarch frowned upon hearing this.

If you don't save people now, I'm afraid that when the sea of ​​​​fire is over, the people inside will also be burned to ashes.

"Okay." The Fang family nodded. "It's just that if we interfere with the competition now, our Fang family will be directly disqualified from the competition."

"Forget it, I'll take care of the Gu family later."

"Patriarch." The faces of several Fang patriarchs beside him changed. "This time, we will decide which of the three families will choose the next city lord."

"If the Gu family loses to the Qin family in the future, then the consequences..."

Fang Patriarch frowned, pondered for a moment, and shook his head, "Forget it, it's better than that in the future when the renegade son comes back and fights with me."

The voice fell, and the Fang Patriarch stood up.

Just about to start.

At this moment, on the competition platform, in the sea of ​​​​fire, an indifferent voice sounded slowly.

A proud figure gradually walked out.

"The sword is a good sword, but this flame is too weak."

Xiao Yi walked out slowly, unscathed.

"Dismiss." Xiao Yi snorted lowly and slashed out with a sword.

In the sword, blood was surging, and the sea of ​​fire around it collapsed in an instant.

"Young Master Xiao Yi." Fang Muxue's face brightened while watching the match.

"Xiao Yi, you..." Nangong Yan's face was startled on the competition stage.

"Jianhuo Wushuang." Nangong Yan subconsciously held the Fire Rain Sword in his hand and shouted violently.

Whoosh... Xiao Yi's figure instantly disappeared in place.

Before Nangong Yan could condense flames, a sharp sword tip had reached his throat.

"What a slow speed." Xiao Yi shook his head.

"Get off."

Chong…

Leng Yanjian slapped the body of the sword, and Nangong Yan spurted out a mouthful of blood, and then flew off the competition stage.

"Now, can we declare the victory or defeat?" Xiao Yi looked indifferently at the three Qin judges at the chief's office.

The faces of the three Qin family judges were extremely ugly.

The two referees, Fang Gu, smiled, "That's natural, Nangong Yan has been kicked off the stage, and the outcome has already been decided."

"The winner, Xiao Yi."

On the side of the eight halls watching the game, the eight deputy hall masters nodded, "As expected of the chief deacon Xiao Yi, no, the deputy hall master."

There was also a lot of discussion around.

"This Xiao Yi is really a worthy man under his reputation."

"Presumably if he had made all his efforts from the beginning, Nangong Yan wouldn't be able to catch even a single move."

"I heard that this person is from Heiyun Xuejiao. Heiyun Xuejiao has a bad reputation, but the evil spirits inside are really terrifying."

There was a lot of discussion around.

And Xiao Yi stood on the competition platform, waiting for the challenger.

After ten minutes, no one came on stage.

Xiao Yi had to dodge, jumped off the competition stage, and answered the audience.

"Little friend Xiao Yi." Fang Patriarch looked at Xiao Yi and smiled bitterly, "You are really scary."

"Huh." Xiao Yi smiled lightly.

"But think about it." Fang Patriarch laughed, "How could a tough guy who can rival that evil cultivator in Tianling Forest lose to a stubborn boy like Nangong Yan."

"It's just that Mu Xue was too anxious just now, even me."

Xiao Yi glanced at Fang Muxue, looked at the relieved expression on her face, and the joy on her face, and withdrew his gaze without a trace.

Xiao Yi let out a light breath and sat down slowly without saying a word.

Fang Patriarch smiled, didn't care, and said, "Next, it's time for the warriors of other forces to come to the stage to compete."

Xiao Yi nodded.

However, just at this moment, there were voices coming out from the competition stage.

"South Water City, the Cao family, abstain."

"Cold Rain City, the Zheng family, abstain."

"Nangong Cheng, the Nangong family, abstain."

"..."

One by one, the family warriors, one by one, Tianjiao, kept jumping on the competition stage, and then immediately jumped down, abstaining.

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