In the arena, Xiao Yan slowly closed his eyes, then let out a long breath. His eyes snapped open, and a flicker of green flame flashed through his pitch-black pupils. The Dou Qi around his body also became much deeper at that moment.
His hand tightened around the ruler's hilt as he felt its unceasing weight. Xiao Yan raised his eyes and stared at the willow-slim woman opposite him. Their gazes met in midair, both carrying complicated emotions.
At that moment, Xiao Yan was the first to break the stalemate. He swung the heavy ruler, and his body abruptly turned into a black shadow that charged fiercely at Nalan Yanran.
"Fight, Nalan Yanran! Show me all your strength!" As the black shadow surged forward, a low roar suppressed for three years could not help bursting from his throat.
Under the gazes of everyone in the plaza, the black shadow was like an enraged magical beast. The Heavy Xuan Ruler, skimming close to the ground, carved a long trail of sparks and deep marks across the bluestone.
Just as Xiao Yan was about to enter within ten meters of her, Nalan Yanran lightly tapped the ground with her toes. Her body drifted and flickered like a fallen leaf in a gale, crossing paths with the charging black figure in an instant.
As they passed each other, Nalan Yanran's longsword naturally swept sideways. Borrowing the momentum of her movement technique, several tiny wind blades shot out from the sword first, slicing toward Xiao Yan's neck.
The massive black ruler lifted slightly. Amid a series of clangs and tiny sparks,
the wind blades struck the black ruler, yet they completely dissipated without even hindering Xiao Yan's attack in the slightest.
After blocking the wind blades, Xiao Yan raised his eyes slightly. His indifferent