Chapter 785

Xi Yao took two breaths, and when he was ready to launch the second round of attack, a cold touch came from the position of his neck.

"You lost."

Qiao Yanran's sword was against her neck.

Just now, her action was too fast. The people under the stage didn't see clearly. They just felt that Qiao Yanran appeared behind Xi Yao out of thin air.

"Clang -"

Xi Yao's sword fell to the ground, making a clear sound.

After she closed her eyes, she opened her eyes again! I'm not in a good mood just now! Race again

Qiao Yanran

The sword is all around your neck. What's the rest?

"Xi Jing, what do you think?"

Uncle Xi looks at Qiao Yanran.

Qiao Yanran took a sword flower and carried the sword behind her. She said with great grace: "yes."

With Xi Yao's strength, not to mention taking a rest, even if she takes another year off, she is not her opponent. No matter how much time she spends, it's just a matter of time.

Let her lose.

Otherwise, it will be a ranking contest, and Xi Yao will definitely challenge her again. It will be a challenge again.

"Yes."

Third uncle Xi took a look at a little bit of coarse incense just burning under the stage and agreed, "it's time to burn incense at half-time."

Xi Yao was a little relieved and sat down cross legged.

In the twinkling of an eye, the time of a stick of incense passed.

"Dangdangdang -"

uncle Xi knocked on the gongs and drums in his hand and said to the two people on the stage, "time is up! The game goes on

Xi Yao stood up from the challenge arena and shook the dust on his dress. The water blue sword pointed at her.

It's late, it's fast.

Xi Yao's whole body was full of momentum, climbing high and high, and almost instantly he went from the middle stage of the fourth level to the late stage of the eighth level!

Her figure is as fast as a ghost, quickly flash behind Qiao Yanran, the sword in her hand directly into Qiao Yanran's Dantian.

This is to destroy Xi Jing!

Uncle Xi didn't have time to stop him.

All the people were surprised.

They had never heard of anything that could make a middle-term practitioner of the fourth level jump all the way to the later stage of the eighth level.

I dare not think about it.

Qiao Yanran subconsciously holds the white edge of the sword, but the speed is slow, and she can't stop her action.

The blood trickled down her palm.

The spiritual power in her body quickly dissipated at an amazing speed, but in the twinkling of an eye, her cultivation fell directly from the beginning of the fourth level to an ordinary person.

It's too cruel that Dantian was abandoned.

There is no way to gather the spiritual power in this life. You can only be a waste in this life.

"Stop it

Xi Taiye, who was the first to respond, yelled and jumped from the audience to the challenge arena.

Xi Yao saw this scene and pulled out his sword.

The blood sprayed on the arena, like a fluttering blood flower.

Qiao Yanran snorted, the corner of his mouth overflowed with blood, and his whole body seemed to be drained of strength, and his legs and feet were very soft.

Joe, are you ok? 】

xiaoyuwan was frightened by the sudden scene and said quickly.

[Yan thought of standing in the gutter, wiping her breath. 】