Looking at the people surrounding him, Yu Qi stepped forward with his sword and stood in front of the girl.
"Senior Sister Luo Lan, can you let me do it for you and teach these people a lesson?" He is now a true disciple of Ning Zi Zhao Ye Palace, and cannot be compared with these extraordinary people who came from unconventional ways.
Luo Lanxier shook his head. "Let's step back first. Since they want to compete, then let them compete."
Seeing that the two sides had already made their decision, Ye Zhen knew that he couldn't change it. He once again ordered people to clear the area and then raise the protective barrier.
"Haha, you are so brave that you don't even want that helper." Ling Hu watched the girl walk into the arena, raised his right hand, and asked the executioner from Xunyoufang to leave.
After standing still for a while, Loranhill looked at the big man opposite him who was carrying a broadsword, and then asked Yuqi beside him to hand him a branch.
She twisted the branch in her palm, and the rough bark peeled away, revealing the pale, smooth wood. She stroked the sword with her fingers, wiping away the excess, and a smooth, sharp wooden sword took shape in an instant.
"This technique is like returning to nature, and it should not be underestimated." Several disciples standing in the distance whispered.
They are not those foolish nobles. Many of them are geniuses in the sect. Naturally, they know how much superb skills are needed to achieve this seemingly simple technique so perfectly.
"It seems that this competition is destined to be extraordinary."
"Xunyoufang, Master Lei Yin!"
A burly man in the arena simply cupped his fists before unsheathing a broad longsword from his back. The blade was dark, with blood grooves on either side and a talisman pattern engraved in the middle. It was approximately two meters long, taller than little Luo Lan himself.
The sturdy man grasped the long sword and said nothing more. He ran a few steps on the ground and then slashed down with the sword. The sword was as powerful as thunder, piercing the air and suddenly exploding in the air.
Loran Hill stood still on the ground holding the wooden sword, and when the strong man swung the Thunder Sword down, his body suddenly moved.
Its shape was as light as a falling feather and as swift as a stream of light. In a trance-like moment, it seemed as if three girls crossed and flashed by, passing by the side of the strong man silently.
Then the heavy sword fell to the ground, creating a huge hole like a bolt of lightning. However, the strong man's face turned pale in an instant, and he staggered a few steps before kneeling on the ground.
Extremely fine bloodstains appeared on the periphery of the body, and the blood spurted out like mist, dyeing the surrounding ground red. The originally heavy broadsword also broke into several smooth pieces and scattered all over the ground.
The field was silent as everyone watched the girl quietly turn around and walk slowly back to her previous position. Only then did the voice of referee Ye Zhen's announcement ring out.
"Xiang, Xiangyu faction, Luo Lan wins."
Because he was too surprised, he read the word a little more. Only then did Ye Zhen come back to his senses and look at the quiet figure.
Even for those sixth-level true disciples from the big sects, it was not easy to win against this master from Xunyoufang. Unexpectedly, everything ended abruptly before it even began.
When Loran Hill was at the fourth level, he was able to fight against these masters who came from the sect. Now that he has been promoted to the fifth level, it is naturally a piece of cake for him.
Yu Qi, who was watching the battle from the side, was not surprised at the result. Not only had he witnessed the terrifying strength and profound knowledge of this senior sister in the sect, he also knew that her background was extraordinary. She might become a figure like Wu Feng in the future, so he respected her so much.
Seeing the girl win easily, Ling Hu, who was watching the battle from the side, frowned, then waved his hand and asked the servants to bring things over urgently.
"The next match will be between Li Huiping from Baichan Sect and Luo Lan from Xiangyu Sect," Ye Zhen announced.
"Wait a minute." Ling Hu saw several followers walking in from outside the door, and he felt a little relieved and raised his hand to stop them.
"I'll be the one to meet you this time."
After saying this, he took the two precious wooden boxes brought by the servant.
A piece of light gauze with gradient seven colors was taken out from one of the wooden boxes, and a transparent gem as big as a fist was taken out from the other wooden box.
[Seven-Colored Washing Silk Robe] (Rare Coral Grade): Woven from Moshangzhou and Lu Ning Ranbifang using a mixture of seven-colored rays of light and phantom cloud silk, it can conceal itself, mask its aura, and appear transparent. It can also expand or shrink in size to protect itself.
[Water Dragon Orb] (Excellent Coral Grade): Condensed from a water-attributed dragon-like supernatural creature, it can assist in dragon transformation and greatly enhance the strength of the dragon form.
After he put on the gauze robe, his whole figure began to become half-hidden and half-visible. Then he walked into the venue with a bead in one hand and the Qingying sword in the other.
Seeing that the other party was facing a formidable enemy, Loran Hill remained motionless and allowed the other party to start attacking.
After Ye Zhen announced the start, the figure of this Young Master Linghu suddenly disappeared into the air, and then a long dragon roar sounded above the Ye Mansion.
The dragon's body is covered with white and bluish scales, which reflect the color of gems in the sunlight. It is about a hundred meters long and is flying in the sky.
Observing this dragon's powerful body, which was close to that of Sequence 7, some of the people below began to whisper.
"This is a simulation of Dragon Sequence 7: Misty Jade Azure Dragon. With the blessing of those treasures, he can maintain this form for several minutes."
"It all depends on whether we can defeat Miss Loran in a few minutes."
Before he finished speaking, the dragon in the sky began to spew out clouds and mist, which soon covered the sky. Then, a blue lightning suddenly struck down, exploding the courtyard.
Loranhill raised the wooden sword and swung it, scattering dark blue sword shadows to offset the power of the thunder. Although he himself was not injured, the sword was also shattered into pieces by the thunder.
Looking at the burnt white thunder powder scattered on her palm, the girl thought to herself, it seems like she needs to show some skills.
In this fierce wind, she stretched out her right hand towards the falling drizzle.
In an instant, a graceful giant sickle taller than a person appeared in the palm of her hand. The blade of the sickle was like a crescent moon, sliding through bursts of cold light, and then the thin and matte long handle was grasped in the palm of the girl's hand.
Another bolt of lightning struck down, heading straight for the girl in the field.
As the dim light faded, the world suddenly became quiet. The sounds of thunder, wind, rain, and discussion all disappeared.
The dreamlike figure rose into the air amidst the thunder, quickly turned a tiny arc to avoid the shocking arc of electricity that passed by, and then slashed the dark clouds with a knife, and a bright white mark split from the thick clouds.
The visitors below only saw the faint light in the sky appearing and disappearing like a butterfly flying through flowers, splitting the sky into white streaks, with dragon roars and lightning flashing continuously, followed by bursts of sharp sounds of metal rubbing against each other.
Pieces of dragon scales that looked like colored glass began to fall from the sky, mixed with hints of red.
Finally, a strong light flashed in the sky, and the clouds dispersed. Only the white and green dragon was seen being cut in half by a huge arc of light.
The long dragon wailed, and its heavy flesh and blood fell to the ground, stirring up countless rain, blood, and dust.
When the sun shone on the earth again, the girl with black hair and black eyes descended gracefully from the sky.
The flowing wind is like silk, wrapping around the body, revealing the fair skin between the fluttering sleeves, and the dreamy and distant flawless face revealed to the world along with the fluttering hair.
A phoenix came from the west, carrying a green branch in its mouth and alighting. When it fell, flowers blossomed, and the six kingdoms came to life. — "Biography of the Blue Luan of the Five Virtues"
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