Fights Break Sphere: Huolin Flying Template, Three Days Appointment!

Chapter 3: Three moves to crush and wipe out the shame!

The sun hung high in the sky, casting down blazing flames.

Someone set up an hourglass on the edge of the stage!
The blue bricks on the martial arts stage made a crisp cracking sound.

Xiao Yan's black robe fluttered in the wind, and the red ancient characters dancing on his neck were faintly revealed as the corners of his clothes fluttered.

The rune seemed to be condensed from flames, and every time it flickered, it caused a heat wave in the air.

That was exactly the strange phenomenon that occurred after Xiao Yan practiced the Fire Cloud Art. He seemed to have awakened a certain physical condition.

These runes are magical powers similar to fighting skills that come with the physique itself, but he still doesn't fully understand them.

"One star Dou Shi?"

"impossible!"

Nalan Yanran's snow-white sword tassel moved without wind, and the corners of her lips showed even more sarcasm:
"A piece of trash who used secret techniques to increase his realm is worthy of standing here?"

The Xiao family members in the spectator seats woke up from the intimidation of Xiao Yan's aura.

Shocked, they were about to speak, but suddenly everyone fell silent.

They saw red scales slowly appearing on the side of Xiao Yan's neck, as if magma was flowing under his skin.

A deadly and dangerous atmosphere spread.

Yao Chen's shadow was hidden in the shadow of the ancient tree, his fingertips unconsciously stroking the "Burning Technique" in his sleeve.

"Are all the Yunlan Sect's swords as blunt as your mouth?"

Xiao Yan flicked his finger, and a wisp of red flame leaped onto his fingertips:
“Three moves.”

"What did you say?" Nalan Yanran's sword tip trembled slightly.

"You're still standing after three moves..." Xiao Yan suddenly disappeared from the spot, and voices exploded from all directions at the same time:

"I cut off my own meridians!"

"Playing tricks!" Nalan Yanran pointed her sword at the ground, and the aura of a three-star fighter fully erupted.

The Yunlan Sect's specially made moon-white armor suddenly began to ripple. It was made of a special material that increased defense.

Xiao Yan chuckled and tapped his toes, and thirty-six lines of fire suddenly lit up on the ground.

Interwoven into a burning star pattern - it is "Instant Shadow"

The highest level is "Tiangang Step".

The teacup in Xiao Ning's hand in the spectator seats shattered with a "crack".

Biluochun drips through fingers:

“What kind of rubbish is this?”

The first afterimage appeared on Nalan Yanran's left side, and the sword light swept across but only shattered a few sparks.

Suddenly, there was a sound of breaking air from the right. When she turned around to block, she found that Xiao Yan's fist was only three inches away from her nose!
When Queen Cang withdrew, the silver bell-shaped hairband that bound her hair suddenly broke, and her three thousand strands of black hair spread out.

"The first move."

Xiao Yan wrapped his fingertips around the hairband, and the flames burned it to ashes.

The spectator seats burst into exclamations.

Xiao Xun'er stood up suddenly, the green lotus pattern on her skirt moved without wind, and her eyes sparkled.

The branches of the ancient tree swayed slightly in the dark, and Ling Ying's pupils turned pale gold. He couldn't see through the essence of the flame!
"Nine Cloud Splits!"

Nalan Yanran bit her tongue and the sword suddenly became sharp.

Nine sword shadows, real and unreal, are intertwined. This is the Yunlan Sect's secret killing move.

She once used this fighting skill to defeat a six-star fighter opponent!

The sound of breaking wind was heard, and where the sword energy passed, a three-inch deep mark was left on the blue brick.

Xiao Yan seemed to be walking in flames, and every step he took was precisely on the gap between the sword's forces.

The Bajiquan dark power is added layer by layer with each step.

When the ninth sword shadow came, he suddenly flicked his fingers.

A ray of red flame rushed up along the sword and reached Nalan Yanran's wrist.

"what!"

The fine steel sword fell to the ground with a clang, and five finger-sized dents were melted on the hilt.

Nalan Yanran staggered back, and a charred Qilin claw mark appeared on her right wrist.

"The second move."

Xiao Yan flicked away the sparks from his fingertips, and the crystal hourglass on the edge of the arena had only leaked one-tenth of the light.

Elder Ge Ye crushed the chair armrest. The jade plate he brought with him indicated that the flames were as hot as a fourth-tier monster!
Xiao Zhan suddenly burst into laughter, and his eyes turned red as he laughed: That’s right, he was always right!

This is how your own children should be - unbridled and unruly!
The final move came without warning.

Xiao Yan suddenly turned into nine fire shadows, each afterimage had a different hand seal.

Just as Nalan Yanran was about to use her body-protecting fighting skills, she found that the air around her seemed to be solidified.

The moment the nine fire shadows merged into one, she saw the red inscriptions flowing in Xiao Yan's eyes.

The ancient characters seemed to come from the ancient times.

It was the incomplete fighting skill that Xiao Yan comprehended from his awakened physique!

"Nine Flames Locking Scales!"

The red fighting spirit flowed and intertwined into nine fiery red flame chains!
"Burn." As Xiao Yan uttered the word, the nine chains suddenly contracted!

The air around Nalan Yanran suddenly twisted, her three thousand black hairs instantly vaporized, and her moon-white outfit ignited with flames.

Just when everyone thought she was going to turn to ashes.

The flames on the red chains stopped burning, binding her tightly.

"Kneel down." These two light words made Nalan Yanran's knees slam heavily on the blue bricks.

It's not coercion, but a tremor deep in the blood.

She is rooted in her heart, a pride that comes from the clouds.

At this moment, it is like thin ice under the scorching sun, melting rapidly.

When the flaming chains dissipated, the whole place fell into dead silence.

Nalan Yanran touched her head tremblingly, and her waist-length hair was half burnt.

Only uneven burnt stubble remained, and the remnants of a melted orchid hairpin were still stuck in his hair.

Xiao Yan stepped forward and came in front of her

"you"

Nalan Yanran raised her head with difficulty and saw that the boy's pupils had turned into molten gold.

She felt that at this moment she was not looking at an opponent, but rather at a sword embryo being tempered in a furnace.

Xiao Yan's fingers were like swords, gently slashing across her brows:

"From today onwards, the Yunlan Sect should know..."

The sparks from his fingertips condensed into a bloody divorce letter in the air:
"Who is the one who was divorced?"

"Xiao Yan!"

She suddenly screamed and raised her head, her pupils bloodshot:
"You're not trash, you've been deceiving everyone."

"But I can't lose!"

"Three years! Three years from now, we'll be at the summit of Mist Cloud."

"Three years?" Xiao Yan interrupted with a sneer.

A flame ignited at the fingertips:
"Childish! Do you think I'm a rag picker?"

"Besides, I don't have time to play house with you."

Xiao Yan turned around and uttered the last words without looking at her again:
"With the pride of the Yunlan Sect, go back to your mountain gate and cry."

"puff!"

Nalan Yanran spat out a mouthful of blood, and some scarlet splashed on the divorce letter.

She suddenly discovered that when the blood bead touched the flaming words, it made a "sizzling" burning sound.

Even her blood is not worthy of staining this letter of divorce!

Her eyes dimmed.

At this moment when the whole place was dead silent and everyone was shocked beyond words.

Suddenly, a silver bell-like laughter came from the east side of the spectator seats.

Xiao Xun'er's eyebrows curved into crescents, green lotus blossomed at the corners of her skirt, and starlight flowed in her eyes.

Her voice was as usual, nostalgic and gentle:
"Brother Xiao Yan, Xun'er has just learned how to make lotus seed soup."

As she spoke, she lightly tapped her fingertips, and a golden flame branded the divorce letter onto the Yunlan Sect's flag, but the fabric was completely intact.

Ling Ying in the dark gasped.

The breath that the young lady just leaked made his hair stand on end!

It was just to print a letter of divorce, but he actually used the Golden Emperor's Burning Sky Flame.

is this necessary?

Outside the arena, Elder Ge Ye waved his sleeves with a sullen expression:

"let's go!"

Two Yunlan Sect disciples were about to help Nalan Yanran, but she shouted them away.

The girl who was once as proud as a phoenix staggered to her feet and walked towards the Xiao family's gate.

Every step he took left bloody footprints on the blue bricks.

It wasn't a serious injury, but the bitten lip was bleeding.

The moment the Xiao family's door slammed shut, a light rain suddenly fell from the already gloomy sky.

Yao Chen's shadow stared at Xiao Yan's back in the rain.

The physique that made the strange fire submit, and the top-level fire control ability that just condensed the fire into a book.

This person is simply a genius in practicing the Burning Technique and Alchemy Technique.

He actually accepted such a disciple, looking at Xiao Yan's proud figure standing in the field.

The corners of his lips curved into an imperceptible smile:

Is this... God's compensation to him?

(End of this chapter)