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Right when everyone was looking over the contestants' notes one by one, He Lan Xue finally arrived. Yan Han had been waiting to leave, but upon seeing He Lan Xue, he felt slightly more at ease. He didn't have the time to assess his lover just now, but he knew that He Lan Xue had already caught up to him, so he was a little relieved. Now that He Lan Xue had returned safely, there shouldn't be any problems with her.

This was also a very strange paradox. Even though Yan Han and He Lan Xue didn't like each other, they both believed that the other wouldn't harm their lover. As long as the other was around, their lover would be safe.

"King Xiaoyao is late." Seeing He Lan Xue arrive at the last moment in time, Leng Yan was in fact still happy. She had a cold expression on her face, but she still reprimanded her in a routine manner.

He Lan Xue apologized in a low voice. Then, she ignored Xia Yu's burning gaze and calmly walked toward the stage.

For a time, all five contestants were gathered on the stage.

— — Liu Suifeng did not appear, because his spot was filled by the second person in the group.

The horn sounded clearly.

The 20,000 imperial guards held long spears in their hands. They were surrounded by a dense cluster of spears, shining with a cold light in the sunlight.

On their faces, there was actually a somber and murderous look as if they were treating their mortal enemies instead of their future royal father.

The five contestants were in five different directions. As soon as the signal was given, they rushed to the middle of the team and took the ten meter high ball, offering it to their most beloved queen.

The two contestants closest to Leng Yan were Xia Yu and Liu Xi, while the others were still far away.

Their weapons were all swords.

The sword was not sharp.

This was only a competition. Sabers and swords had no eyes, because the swords of the contestants all had no edges.

However, that long spear in the hands of that imperial guard was truly a weapon that had gone through hundreds of battles and was drenched in blood.

This was an extremely unfair and extremely dangerous battle.

"Maybe Queen Leng just wants to take advantage of this opportunity to eliminate all the elites in the world that are a threat to the Ice Country!" With a dark face, Yan Han murmured to himself. He suddenly noticed that He Lan Xue was holding a sword in her left hand.

He Lan Xue's right hand was always behind her back, and she hadn't taken it out for a long time.

"Could it be that his true strength is left-handed?" Yan Han was slightly surprised.

He Lan Xue looked at He Lan Xue's calm expression. She didn't seem to have encountered a difficult problem — Yan Han was even more perplexed.

Just as he was thinking, he turned his head and saw his lover with Martial Lord.

While Yan Han was feeling gratified, he was no longer able to study the mystery of He Lan Xue's left hand. He left the group and strode toward his wife. When he was in front of her, Yan Han called out, "My wife, where were you going just now?"

The empress was busy searching for He Lan Xue's figure. When she heard someone call her, she raised her head and saw that it was Yan Han. Her eyes immediately narrowed as she smiled happily.

"Did something happen just now?" Yan Han asked with concern as he sat beside her.

"Ugh, Eleven is leaving." The man answered simply.

Yan Han couldn't make sense of what he was hearing. He looked left and right, but he really couldn't see the little girl, Eleven. Could it be that she couldn't stand the loneliness and left the palace on her own?

Was her lover chasing after Eleven just now?

Yan Han wanted to ask more, but he found that his wife's attention had shifted to another place. She was watching him attentively.

Yan Han followed her gaze, and upon seeing that person, his face darkened slightly, and a trace of loneliness flashed in his eyes.

Houlan was looking at her.

He watched as She Lan Xue held her sword, cupped her hands, and entered the array.

Her eyes were filled with his figure.

Just like Yan Han's eyes, they were filled with the figure of his lover.

The horn sounded again.

The desolate tone of the voice shot straight up to the clouds.

Everyone entered the formation and the battle began.

Not long afterwards, two players were kicked out of the competition. They were still kicked out of the competition as soon as they hit the ground.

The only ones left on the field were He Lan Xue, Liu Xi, and Xia Yu.

There was no need to mention the fact that even though her power had been greatly reduced, he was still one of the top experts.

It was unknown where Liu Xi had learned this strange movement technique from. He flipped and shifted, drifting back and forth, not fighting face to face with others. This was a way to conserve one's strength.

Xia Yu might be young, but she was still the son of Heir Xiahou and was also the person who had entered the battlefield since a young age — he was still quite adept at the things that the imperial guards did on the battlefield.

The three of them moved from three different directions towards the high hanging ball in the middle at the same time.

While they were beating each other, He Lan Xue suddenly realized that the people she fought seemed to have shown some mercy.

Their leniency precisely allowed He Lanxue, who had expended a great deal of effort just now, to breathe.

For example, an imperial guard's long spear was aimed at Helan Xue from behind, but at this critical moment, he suddenly recalled: It seemed that second uncle's aunt's younger cousin had placed a hundred taels on Helan Xue.

This thought made him pause for a moment. He Lan Xue had already turned around. She waved her sword and infused her zhenqi into it, slicing off the tip of his spear.

Looks like the tens of millions of silver that Feng Qi threw down still had some effect.

In such an unstoppable manner, Houlan Xue rushed all the way to the center.

The pain in his right hand was getting worse, but it was still within his control.

His left hand was sweating.

And the ball was right in front of him.

He raised his head and looked at the embroidered ball under the intense sunlight. Just as he was about to jump up, he suddenly heard an ear-piercing shout: "Traitor, don't even think about obtaining the embroidered ball!"

Even before she finished her sentence, Xia Yu had already rushed over and began to recklessly fight. It was a completely suicidal method.

He Lan Xue had to deal with him first. If it was before, she would definitely be able to fight him a few times, but today, she really didn't have the strength to hurt Xia Yu. After all, she was You'er's favorite younger cousin.

One of them disregarded his own safety while the other had deep misgivings. The two battled to the point where they were unable to determine each other apart, but it didn't matter if a light figure nimbly flew past them and headed straight for the pillar.

Liu Xi stretched out his arm to grab it, and that cluster of red embroidered balls actually landed effortlessly into Liu Xi's hands.

Xia Yu was upset to the extreme. As she fell from the sky, He Lan Xue felt better. However, her face was pale. The hand holding the sword was tightly clenched. Her knuckles were blue and her veins were exposed.

"Thank you." Just like this, Liu Xi stood at the highest point, and said this to the two with a smile. Then he raised the embroidered ball in his hand, and raised his head, looking as if he was the victor.

There was a cheer from below, and those who were happy or sad or bored were full of joy.

Of course, no matter who won, they would be overjoyed.

It was a tribute to the victors.

"He went astray!"

Just as Liu Xi was full of confidence, holding up the ball and showing it to everyone, he suddenly heard a soldier screaming in fear.

Everyone's hearts shook as they simultaneously looked towards the stands. They saw the smoke billowing at the bottom of the stands, and amidst the dusky fog, there was the arrogant sound of burning flames mixed in with the rumbling of rolling wood.

The place where Yan Han and his wife sat was not far from the stands. He picked up his wife without thinking and quickly brought her out of danger.

Flames leapt high into the air, and a sea of smoke immediately suffused the stands. Those beneath the stands screamed and scattered in all directions, while some shouted, "Protect His Majesty!", rushing to the highest level, cold and elegant, disregarding their lives and deaths.

Leng Yan slowly stood up, standing at the highest point of the firework. She coldly swept her gaze over the world below.

The ground to the west had already caved in. The stands sunk a little, and Leng Yan used her hand to support the railing in front of her, but she did not fall down. Her expression was still calm, faint, and even a little tired — she did not realize in the slightest how dangerous her situation was.

Those who had intended to rush up to protect the queen, panicked and lost their composure for a moment, piled their bodies on the aisle in the middle of the stands. Those who had intended to rush up to protect the queen, panicked and confused, piled their bodies on the aisle in the middle of the stands, collapsed in anger from burning logs of wood that had already become extremely fragile, and buried in the raging sea of fire on the ground.

They were separated from her by the flames.

The cold beauty behind the fire was like a blazing phoenix. When the flame wind blew, it caused her hair and her outer robe to flutter, and a red shadow enveloped her beautiful face that was like ice and frost. She was so beautiful that it seeped into one's heart, so beautiful that she did not seem human at all.

Just when everyone was at a loss as to what to do, two figures had already rushed to the front of the great fire. White clothes like a Hong, silk clothing like an arrow, He Lan Xue had already hastily grabbed a large banner on the ground, watered it with cold water, held it above her head, and directly rushed towards Leng Yan.

Xia Yu wasn't well-prepared like He Lan Xue, but he saw the cold and beautiful situation and had no choice but to go.

Fortunately, He Lan Xue was at the front and the banner was spread out, which could protect Xia Yu behind her well. Xia Yu and He Lan Xue safely arrived in front of Leng Yan, after which, He Lan Xue pulled Leng Yan, who was still proud and aloof, into the banner and hastily said: "Hurry and get out!" She spoke quickly and reproachfully, accusing her of putting on an act even when she was dying.

She looked over in surprise and saw Xia Yu's face full of concern and fear: "Your Majesty, are you alright? Don't worry, this place is about to collapse. Let's leave this place as soon as possible."

The young man's face was covered in dust. Unlike He Lan Xue's wise and imposing manner, he too was at a loss.

However, despite being at a loss, he still arrived by her side.

Leng Yan suddenly had a very clear understanding: He Lan Xue risked her life to save her, but only because he couldn't just stand by and watch her die — that was his principle.

Xia Yu saved her, but she really did not care about her own life and death — it was the pure white love of a young man.

She stared at the two for a while, then suddenly lowered her head and smiled.

No matter what, there were people who were willing to risk their lives to save her and pity her. Even though he hadn't grown up yet, even though he wasn't the most outstanding hero in her heart, wasn't he more important than anything else?

"Hurry up!" She didn't understand why Leng Yan was smiling at this moment. He was just a bit speechless. What a critical moment. How could the two of them still be so calm? How could they look at each other and smile?

Of course, He Lan Xue didn't bother to analyze the situation. She only held onto one of them and wrapped it around her body before stretching her legs to stomp on the ground like a great roc and barely landed on the stage.

The instant they landed on the ground, the stage behind them collapsed with a loud bang.