Chapter 785: Xiao Yan's style

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And the original bleak Xuanlan also became real in a flash. She had stood upright on the spot, and her slender half-moon scimitar was floating quietly behind her, making her shudder.
"Xia Birou, you are defeated! From now on, the Golden Battle Banner will be controlled by my Xuan Clan!"
Her voice is quite soft and beautiful, making people feel like spring breeze.
However, everyone on the field heard it like nine days of thunder, and the body was trembling violently, the expression on his face was different, shocked, stunned, incredible, all.
It's incredible!
Since the opening of the game, Xia Birou, who has defeated his opponents one by one with absolute strength, has been defeated in the hands of Xuan Lan.
This situation is completely beyond everyone's expectations!
Those who kept clamoring at first suddenly felt a bit hot on their cheeks, as if slapped by the girl who was as ethereal as an elf, a slap in the face: You shut up to the old lady!
"Not bad!"
Qin Yi smiled faintly. Although he had expected this situation, he was still quite comfortable when he saw Xuan Lan defeating Xia Birou.
If Xuan Lan wins, the promise of the Xuan family should be fulfilled. From now on, both Sister Yang and Sister Yang will be able to use the Shangzhong Sacristy. In addition, if there are intelligence requirements in the future, Xuanjia can also help themselves for free.
"Xia Birou lost?"
An incredible exclamation broke out on the opposite tower. Xia Changhe and other Xia clan people suddenly stood up, his face full of anger and unwillingness.
Such a result, they are difficult to accept!
On the gold field, Xia Birou's face was pale, and there was a trace of blood on her lips, not being beaten, but bitten by herself. She looked like a female leopard, staring at the pretty girl standing motionless The young girl will pounce at any time.
Suddenly, she smiled with ease: "The Holy See of the Kyushu Holy See is indeed well-deserved, and I am a leader today!"
After finishing her speech, she turned into a silvery stream and disappeared into the opposite tower.
"Oh, Qin Yi, thank you!"
Xuan Lan returned to Qin Yi's side, with a string of silver bell-like laughter in his mouth. The crystal-clear jade cheeks like egg white, and the red fluttering with excitement were really moving.
"No need to thank you, you are already very strong, I just give a little pointer."
Qin Yi touched his nose and smiled lightly.
"Haha, Sister Xuan Lan, congratulations! This time, your Xuan family, have finally won the golden battle flag for a hundred years of power. From then on, your father is the prime minister of Dachu!"
Xiao Ning laughed loudly and congratulated Xuan Lan sincerely.
With the end of the battle between Xuan Lan and Xia Birou, the game on the golden field ended.
However, the silver game is not over yet.
Xiao Yan has been fighting since his appearance until now. It can be said that he is full of momentum. With absolute strength, all the challengers who come forward are defeated.
At this time, the eyes of everyone on the field are focused on the silver field.
"Ding Gaoshuang, you are defeated!"
Xiao Yanli stood in the middle of the field, and the slender half-moon scimitar, suspended quietly behind him, vaguely issued a powerful killing intent.
Ding Gaoshuang looked sad, looked at Xiao Yan, and retreated silently.
"Four straight games!"
Around the game, many people exclaimed that they had to take a look at Xiao Yan. Gan Shi, Zhuge Anye, Wang Dahu, and Yuan Dong, these four masters, all successively lost to Xiao Yan.
Moreover, he was defeated by Xiao Yan with an absolute advantage. No one held on to Xiao Yan for five minutes.
Xiao Yan stood quietly in the middle of the arena. The white dress robe dressed her like a fairy in nine days. At this time, her gentle and elegant temperament disappeared and was replaced by a sense of extreme sharpness.
Xiao Yan, the first beautiful woman of Ink City, no matter where he goes, will attract countless male hot eyes, but at this time, the males around the stadium look at the eyes of the first beautiful woman of Ink City, more, but It is dreaded.
"Xiao Yan, I know it is strong, but as long as I am present, you cannot create a myth today!"
Soon, Yue Xiaoyun, the "fighter" of the Yue family, rushed into the silver arena.
Yue Xiaoyun, dressed in a golden robe, looked extravagant and extraordinary. Before the opening of the Battle of the Flags, he set up a conspiracy to murder Xiao Yan, but it was a pity that a mysterious cloak man was killed at a critical moment to destroy his conspiracy. .
"Ping Pong Ping Pong!"
The two had no unnecessary nonsense and quickly fought together.
Yue Xiaoyun's weapon is also a large war sword. However, his war sword is blue. The sword is nearly two meters long. There is a faint flow of awns. It flows slowly on the body of the sword. It looks quite. Domineering.
War swords, the most common colors, are these: blood, blue, blue, ink and pink.
Among them, the blood color and the blue color are more long swords, and the most rare one is pink.
"Dry Blue Fantasy-First Form!"
"Dry Blue Fantasy-Second Form!"
"..."
Xiao Yan's attack is not ambiguous at all, one form is stronger than the other, and the speed is faster than the other.
She majored in martial arts, which was originally not weak. After Qin Yi's instructions, she stepped up a brand-new level in power.
At this moment, her whole person was perfectly integrated with the slender half-moon scimitar, without any flaws, endless sword energies, and raging open, rushing to the four directions, even those spectators who were away from Baizhang felt that they were on their cheeks The powerful knife gas hurts.
Yue Xiaoyun, who was wearing a golden robe, had no combat strength at all. As soon as he fought, he prevailed, losing ground, and was embarrassed.
"Dry Blue Fantasy-Fifth Style!"
In the squeal, Xiao Yan's half-moon scimitar was prosperous, dazzling, and murderous, with a sharp roar of sound, in order to smash all the momentum, toward the front of Yue Xiaoyun, severely cut.
The slender scimitar that was rotating was still more than ten feet away, and Yue Xiaoyun felt the endless blade of the sword, like a turbulent wave, rushing towards him madly, his black hair all over his head Backward, the golden robe hunted on his body.
For a moment, his mind was blank, and he only felt that the slender scimitar heaved from it seemed to be a big face of a life-threatening ghost rushing out of hell.
"My mother!"
Yue Xiaoyun exclaimed, his soul shuddered, and the subconscious raised his sword.
"when!"
The slender scimitar, chopped on the war sword, made a sharp, piercing loud noise, Yue Xiaoyun's arms were numb, and the tiger's mouth with both palms were shocked with flesh and blood. <