Not being able to win the first place, Brenzann was a little unwilling. When he saw Li Yan disregarding his formation and underestimated the enemy, he rushed in and gave a loud shout.

The Tubo member with the fastest horse speed rushed out from the flank with an undisguised grin on his face. The muscles in his arms were clearly bulging. He accumulated the maximum strength and swung his staff with all his strength.

When swinging a bat normally, one must leave some strength to prepare for changes at any time, but this time the Tubo noble used full strength and the angle was extremely tricky, and the target was obviously a person rather than a ball.

Coincidentally, Li Yan thought so too.

He raised the tip of his crescent staff, and the polo bounced obediently. It flew high in the air, drew an arc, and just jumped over the heads of the Tibetan nobles.

The Tubo noble's eyes subconsciously followed the movement of the bright red wooden ball, and then he felt a terrifying strong wind coming from the front.

Li Yan waved his staff.

What he struck was a rod.

Also human.

The two men's sticks clashed first. They were obviously wooden sticks made of the same material, but with different strength and movement skills, they had completely opposite endings.

Li Yan's stick just slid away, completely removing the opponent's strength. With a sharp breaking sound, the stick in the hand of the Tubo nobleman was completely broken without any resistance, and was thrown away in two pieces.

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His tiger's mouth was in severe pain, and the linen wrapped around his palm was stained red by the blood spurting out.

The key is that the strong wind was still strong, and Li Yan's stick accidentally came into close contact with the opposite arm.

The Tubo nobleman was whipped into the air and fell heavily off his horse.

"ah--!"

“Bang!!”

A mixed duet that was painful to listen to, even the oil-paved ground couldn't help but shook and made dust fly.

Everything happened so fast that the other Tubo team members, including Brenzan Blade, were stunned.

He watched helplessly as Li Yan thrust his stick forward as if nothing had happened. The tip of the crescent stick accurately caught the falling polo, and then clapped the horse to speed up.

Lion Cong's speed was the fastest in the field. The other defensive player was only half a beat slower before he was broken through by Li Yan. As if he was in no one's land, he came to the Tubo half.

Still a hundred steps away from the goal, Li Yanxiao waved his stick.

volley!

The polo flew out from the ground, drew a straight line, and broke into the goal neatly.

And Li Yan waved to the audience outside the court, Shi Shiran turned his horse around, blood dripped down from the tip of the drooping stick, and looked to the sidelines: "Aren't you still counting points?"

"Referee, this is not a ball, this is a beating!"

The referee was so happy that he couldn't hear the roar from the Tubo side and immediately placed the first bright red flag on the scoring stand.

"Datang! Win first place!"

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