Soul Emperor Martial God

On the stage of the competition, the flames skyrocketed.

A large sea of ​​flames completely flooded Xiao Yi.

Outside the sea of ​​fire, Nangong Yan smiled triumphantly, and the sword of flame in his hand was already very solid and sharp.

"Damn it." Patriarch Fang looked a little ugly in the spectator stand.

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

"The Huoyu Sword was originally a treasure of the Nangong family and ranked among the middle-grade holy artifacts."

"Nangong Yan has fully utilized the power of the middle-grade holy artifacts. The power of this sword is enough to kill the martial arts emperor in a second."

Fang Muxue's face was startled, "The power of the Middle Grade Saint Artifacts is fully mobilized? How is this possible?"

"Isn't it a middle-grade holy weapon, even the general martial arts emperor can't fully adjust the power?"

"Nangong Yan is only the eighth layer of the Saint King Realm, how can it be done."

Patriarch Fang's expression gradually became a little cold, "It's the unparalleled sage of the Qin family again."

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

"Furthermore, Nangong Yan is originally the Huoyu Sword Martial Spirit. The Martial Spirit and the sword itself complement each other, so it is extremely easy to mobilize the power of the Huoyu Sword."

"This is where he broke out for a moment, fully displaying the power of the Fire Rain Sword."

"A sword is out, the power is shocking."

With the strength of the Fang Patriarch, it was obvious at a glance.

"Xiao Yi shouldn't practice with Nangong Yan." Patriarch Fang shook his head, "If it weren't for this, Nangong Yan would not have a chance to create enough sword power."

"In short, it is Young Master Xiao Yi who is too arrogant." The maid said.

"Then..." Fang Muxue looked worried, "First save Young Master Xiao Yi."

Patriarch Fang shook his head, dignified eyes, and looked at the martial arts stage.

"The referee did not announce the victory or defeat in a day, and the four sides competed. No one can intervene."

"This..." Fang Muxue paled.

On the competition stage, the flames are still burning.

Nangong Yan stood with his hands in a hurry, just smiling triumphantly.

In chief, several Fang family referees frowned, "The winner has been decided and can be announced."

"Yeah." Several Gu's referees also nodded.

"No." The three Qin family referees shook their heads, "Nangong Yan hasn't dissipated yet, the attack has not disappeared, and the battle has not yet ended."

The two elders of Fang Gu frowned, "Although the attack has not been eliminated, the victory or defeat is already obvious. Our referee's duty is to determine victory or defeat."

"But you can't tell it now." On the martial arts stage, Nangong Yan sneered.

"The fire has not disappeared, who knows what's going on inside?"

"If Xiao Yi still has the strength, you forcibly abort the game, but you will bear the consequences?"

"This..." Several referees hesitated.

"Humph." Nangong Yan snorted coldly, and looked back into the sea of ​​fire again.

"Xiao Yi, not only do I want you to be seriously injured, but I want you to burn in the sea of ​​fire so that there are no bones left."

"Want to end the battle so soon? So that someone can help you? Huh, delusion."

"When you are not turned into ashes, the flame will not disappear."

Nangong Yan thought secretly, her eyes full of spitefulness.

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

Patriarch Fang frowned upon hearing this.

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

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

"Forget it, I'll take care of the family from now on."

"Patriarch." Next to him, the old faces of several Fang's parents changed. "This time the four parties are in a big competition, but it is decided which of the three families to choose the next city owner."

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

Patriarch Fang frowned, thought for a moment, and shook his head, "It's better, it's better than having a quarrel with me when the rebel comes back."

When the voice fell, the Master Fang stood up.

Just about to shoot.

At this moment, on the competition stage, in the sea of ​​flames, a cold voice slowly sounded.

A proud figure gradually walked out.

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

Xiao Yi walked out slowly, unscathed.

"Disperse." Xiao Yi shouted in a low voice, cutting out a sword.

In the sword, the blood surging, the surrounding fire, instantly collapsed.

"Young Master Xiao Yi." Fang Muxue's expression was delighted while watching the match.

"Xiao Yi, you..." On the martial arts stage, Nangong Yan looked surprised.

"Jian Huo Wushuang." Nangong Yan subconsciously held the Huo Yu Sword in his hand and shouted violently.

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

Nangong Yan had not yet condensed the flames, a sharp sword tip had reached his throat.

"So slow." Xiao Yi shook his head.

"Go down."

Cang...

Leng Yan's sword slapped the sword, and Nangong Yan directly spouted a mouthful of blood, and then flew down the competition stage.

"Now, can we announce the victory or defeat?" Xiao Yi looked at the three Qin referees in the chief office indifferently.

The three Qin family referees looked very ugly.

Fang Gu's two referees smiled, "That's natural, Nangong Yan has been blasted off the stage, and the winner is already out."

"Winner, Xiao Yi."

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

All around, there was a lot of discussion.

"This Xiao Yi is really a man of no vain under his prestige."

"Presumably if he tried his best from the beginning, Nangong Yan would not be able to handle a single move."

"I heard that this person is from Heiyun School. Heiyun School's reputation is a little worse, but the evil spirit inside is really scary."

There was a lot of discussion around.

And Xiao Yi stood on the stage, waiting for the challenger.

Ten minutes later, no one came to the stage.

Xiao Yi had no choice but to step away, jumped off the competition platform, and answered the spectator stand.

"Little friend Xiao Yi." Patriarch Fang looked at Xiao Yi and gave a wry smile, "You are really scary."

"Heh." Xiao Yi smiled faintly.

"But just think about it." Fang Patriarch laughed, "How can the powerful generation who can defeat the evil cultivator in the Tianling Forest be defeated by a hairy boy like Nangong Yan."

"On the contrary, Mu Xue was too anxious just now, even I was anxious."

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

Xiao Yi breathed out lightly and sat down slowly without saying a word.

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

Xiao Yi nodded.

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

"Nanshui City, Cao's family, abstained."

"Leng Yucheng, Zheng family, abstained."

"Nangong City, Nangong Family, abstained."

"..."

One family martial artist, one Tianjiao, kept leaping to the martial arts stage, and then immediately leaping off, one after another abstaining.

...

Second more.