Looking at the ice-cold female swordsman with an explosive aura in the field, people suddenly remembered something...

In this "Lan Ya Swordsmanship", many people did not come. Apart from those who couldn't be found, those who couldn't make it, and those who made excuses, the biggest absentee was the foreign race.

People haven't forgotten that the top of the Qianlong list has always been controlled by Chilian, and the number of foreign races on the Qianlong list is not less than that of the people of Shenzhou.

So out of the two hundred and fifty Qianlong, only a few dozen are present.

The fourth and fifth on the Qianlong list are both foreigners and not present.

And Xia Chichi is the sixth.

In other words, under Wang Zhaoling and Situ Xiao's ranking, Xia Chichi was originally the first.

With this in mind, many people felt that it was normal for us not to participate... After waiting for half a cup of tea, suddenly many people turned their heads to look at the position to the right of Wang Zhaoling.

The person being looked at sighed and slowly stood up: "Hongnong Yang Bugui, please enlighten Xia Holy Maiden."

No matter how many labels Hongnong Yang has, Yang Bugui is the seventh on the Qianlong list.

If Xia Chichi has the most suitable opponent, it would be him.

Xia Chichi said lightly, "Why did Young Master Yang come so late?"

Yang Bugui said, "I don't want to compete with you in the background of a war of attrition. This should be a personal battle between you and me."

Zhao Changhe, who was staring at him closely, nodded slightly, and Xia Chichi's pretty face under the mask also had a smile: "If you defeat me, then there won't be this problem."

"Correct." Yang Bugui slowly drew his sword. "Please enlighten me."

As soon as his words fell, the blue and white sharpness had reached his brow.

The blue was the sword light, and the white was his clothes. In the scene where the person and the sword were one, the feeling was one of terrifying death.

Yang Bugui had never felt such extreme destruction and sharpness in a battle of the same level. He almost avoided all the gentle directions of the "White Tiger" attribute, taking the most extreme approach of killing. This strong desire for destruction can only be worthy of the name of the demonic sect.

But it must be admitted that he was really strong. Yang Bugui knew that he couldn't block this sword. Such a powerful destruction, even if you block it horizontally, the inertia can still continue to graze your throat.

He suddenly stepped aside and dodged, while at the same time pointing his sword at Xia Chichi's mask.

The beautiful eyes under the mask were firm and sharp, advancing without fear.

Yang Bugui's heart skipped a beat, thinking it was bad.

With a "crack," the Ice Soul swept across Yang Bugui's chest, and blood splattered.

The mask split in half, and with a few strands of broken hair floating, it slowly revealed the stunning face hidden under the tiger mask.

Zhao Changhe suddenly stood up.

Yang Bugui covered his chest wound and hoarsely said, "I underestimated Miss Xia's determination. I should have lost. I admire you."

Xia Chichi held the hilt of the sword and saluted without answering.

Finally, someone didn't understand and asked Wang Zhaoling again, "What's going on? Can't they even pass this move?"

Wang Zhaoling silently looked at Xia Chichi's beautiful face and responded in a low voice, "Brother Yang's move was a very conventional response. After all, this is a sparring occasion. As long as the other party doesn't want to fight to the death, they will naturally dodge, thus breaking her fierce and invincible swordsmanship. However, this Miss Xia... her idea was to end the battle quickly and not consume too much energy, so she used the protective effect of the specially made mask to forcefully withstand it, aiming to defeat the enemy with one sword. Brother Yang underestimated her determination, resulting in his defeat with one move."

Everyone took a breath and looked at Xia Chichi with a slightly different gaze.

What about the mask? It's not some divine object. What if it didn't block it? You would have ruined your face!

No, damn, she's so beautiful!

The entire banquet hall fell silent, everyone staring at Xia Chichi's pretty face, all stunned.

Xia Chichi, who was in the air in midsummer, came too late... She showed her might to the world, but it was too late... Even this time, it wasn't for herself, but for Zhao Changhe.

Xia Chichi didn't care about exposing her true face, still calm: "Who else wants to challenge me next?"

Still, silence filled the air.

Wang Zhaoling frowned tightly.

Even if Yang Bugui couldn't defeat Xia Chichi, he would definitely cause a huge consumption. In the next round of battles, she would be defeated by just two people. Unexpectedly, this battle would have such a result. Xia Chichi, apart from destroying an insignificant mask, had almost no consumption. If this continued, forget about winning, it was possible for her to defeat everyone alone.

And this enchantress was extremely ruthless. Both opponents were injured at this moment, and she knew very well that victory or defeat was determined by the "number of wins". Yang Bugui and the like still had the possibility of obtaining more wins through various operations, so it was enough to just injure him.

The treasures of the clan were used to lure Zhao Changhe, not to give to the Four Elephant Sect...

Even if Xia Chichi took it, it would be a gift from the Wang family to Xia Chichi as a favor. No one would be so foolish.

He finally sighed, "If I personally take action, would the young lady think that I am bullying?"

Xia Chichi's cold expression at this time was ironic: "Wang Young Master, when you challenged the Qianlong, it was only right and proper. You should have been the first to come out and challenge the heroes, instead of trying to prevent others from winning. Young Master, are you feeling a bit uncomfortable now?"

Wang Zhaoling pursed his lips and did not refute.

Xia Chichi said indifferently, "Since it's my turn, let's fight. I am not necessarily inferior to you, so there's no need to portray yourself as someone who suppresses the whole scene... Forgive me for being blunt, but you are not worthy."

This is indeed true... The third and sixth on the Qianlong list are already very close in the eyes of the Chaos Chronicles. It can be said that their levels are quite similar, and it is almost impossible to surpass levels. That is only "almost."

A young master who lacks experience and a demon woman who has honed herself in the demonic sect, it's hard to say who will win.

Xia Chichi's words were not polite, but Wang Zhaoling didn't get angry. He just smiled faintly, "The posture is not deliberately created by me. It's just that if I don't even have this confidence, then the third on the Qianlong list is not worthy. In this battle, I won't use weapons. I will fight you empty-handed. Miss, please be careful."

Xia Chichi neither agreed nor disagreed. Suddenly, her figure flashed and once again aimed her sword at Wang Zhaoling's throat.The momentum, the moves, the angle, all were identical to the strike aimed at Yang Bugui just now. It was fierce and deadly, capable of shattering mountains and rivers.

However, whether the intention was the same, no one knew. This was also a psychological battle.

Yang Bugui, who was bandaging his wounds on the side, watched this sword intently. How would Wang Zhaoling, who could analyze others' battle situations clearly, perform when he himself was in the game?

Wang Zhaoling's performance was simple. He just pushed out a palm in an ordinary manner.

In an instant, the sea roared, and the mountains and rivers changed color.

It was as if dark clouds were pressing down from the sky, blocking the sun. However, a sudden gust of wind swept across, like a giant palm of a god or Buddha sweeping away the heavy clouds, leaving the sky clear and cloudless.

The divine arrow shot towards the scorching sun in the sky collided with this sudden storm and was directly rolled back, falling like a feather.

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Xia Chichi's fierce and deadly sword was directly slapped back by a palm. She flipped backwards and retreated, her embroidered shoes scraping a long mark on the ground. With her left hand supporting her body and her head slightly raised, her eyes were full of surprise.

This young master seemed to be the opposite of Zhao Changhe. Zhao Changhe, a dignified man, was temporarily playing with delicate grappling techniques; while Wang Zhaoling, who seemed like a refined gentleman, was striking with such a wild and fierce attack!

One force subdues ten meetings, the second most fierce in the world according to Xuan Chong, the palm that dominates the sky and suppresses the sea!

Whether he used weapons or not, the difference wasn't too big...

Many people were utterly fascinated, from Situ Xiao's Zhao Changhe, to Xia Chichi's Yang Bugui, and now Wang Zhaoling.

The style of the hidden dragons of the Divine Land was brilliantly displayed within this half an hour, stirring up the blood of countless peers. At this moment, almost no one was considering victory or defeat or face, they also wanted to fight!

Except for Zhao Changhe.

He tightly gripped the hilt of his knife, his eyes fixed on Wang Zhaoling's palm, fearing that the next palm would be too late to catch...

Wang Zhaoling leaped over, looking down from a high position, and struck a palm towards Xia Chichi, who was supporting herself on the ground.

Xia Chichi suddenly raised her head, her sword spiraling upwards like a tornado, and her sword aura swept upwards like a tsunami, directly rushing towards the sky.

The previous palm could disperse the clouds in the sky, could this palm suppress the sea?

No... that wasn't a tsunami.

The sword aura suddenly spiraled, drilling upwards. The onlookers seemed to see a green dragon rushing out of the surging waves, roaring towards the sky.

The Orient Loong God raised its head!

She was not only the White Tiger Saintess, but also the inheritor of the Orient Loong God!

"Boom!"

The sword aura broke into the palm wind, emitting a piercing scream.

Then the violent wind dispersed, scattering in all directions. Xia Chichi spun and fell backwards, suddenly spitting out a mouthful of blood.

A palm suddenly landed on her back, relieving the force, and then again, taking her back four or five steps, completely dissipating the aura surrounding her.

Xia Chichi didn't turn her head, the corners of her mouth unconsciously curled up into a smile.

Without looking back, she knew that it couldn't be anyone other than Zhao Changhe. Although it was inappropriate to intervene in this duel, Xia Chichi didn't blame Zhao Changhe for meddling. She knew that without his help, she wouldn't be able to dissipate the aura and would suffer internal injuries.

His eyes were very sharp, he had a clear grasp of the battle situation at the seventh or eighth level of Xuan Guan, but he couldn't bear to watch, not wanting to let himself suffer even a little internal injury.

Compared to this loving wife's intention, what does victory or defeat count for?

On the other side, Wang Zhaoling didn't pursue either. He looked down at the trace of blood on his palm and said in a low voice, "She really can hurt me... It's indeed too much to fight barehanded... The Four Symbols Saintess, her reputation is not in vain."

Zhao Changhe, while retreating and relieving the force with Xia Chichi, directly replied, "Brother Wang is brilliant, I admit defeat on behalf of Chichi."

Intervening was a violation, but admitting defeat was not a problem.

Xia Chichi pouted, but didn't refute, letting him arrange things like a little wife.

The onlookers bulged their eyes.

Weren't you a very cool swordsman just now? What are you doing now?

Wang Zhaoling also felt a bit of both laughter and tears: "The force she should have taken was all relieved by you, not even a hair was hurt, but my hand was a bit injured, you are like a wife who has been beaten..."

Zhao Changhe: "......"

"So Brother Zhao's intention is to fight for her and continue the competition?"

Xia Chichi, fearing that Zhao Changhe would impulsively participate, preempted, "The competition is about the number of victories, not elimination. Why can't I continue after losing one round? Let's go again!"

"Sister, you should rest for a while." A difficult swallowing sound came from the side.

Everyone turned their heads to look, and saw Cui Yuanyang with her cheeks bulging from eating, barely swallowing the last piece of cake: "I'm almost choked to death..."

But they saw Cui Yuanyang stand up, stretch her arms, do a stretch, and then jump: "Cui Yuanyang from Qinghe, please teach me, heroes of the world."