While Ding Ning opened his mouth, a shrill cry sounded from the scorching waves.

With this shrill cry, the scorching wave of air, like a huge wave, suddenly stopped, and then it was blown up into countless white lines by a terrifying force, and shot out loud.

Xia Song's figure appeared in the center of the bursting air wave. His power was endless. A layer of air flow outside his clothes was beating rhythmically, which made many candidates who watched the game feel palpitations and uneasy. At the first moment, he thought that Xia Song had completely blocked Zhang Yi's sword with some amazing means.

However, in the next moment, when they saw Xia Song's face clearly, these people couldn't help but exclaim.

Xia Song's originally fair and handsome face was now covered with bubbles, crystal clear, making people feel extremely painful when they look at it.

"Will it be a mother-in-law or mother?"

Looking at this scene, Xu Lianhua frowned slightly and couldn't help but say to Ding Ning.

Although Xia Song's face was extremely terrifying and he was a practitioner who had reached the fourth realm, he was sure that Xu Lianhua had already gushed out all the energy of heaven and earth accumulated in her body in order not to be cooked in one go. However, Xia Song was still standing up and still able to fight.

As long as he can continue to fight, even if the energy of heaven and earth accumulated in his body disappears, Xia Song's true energy is above Zhang Yi. As a practitioner in the fourth realm, he must have more mysterious combat methods than Zhang Yi.

In his opinion, since Zhang Yi's sword worked, he should not give Xia Song any chance to breathe and continue to draw the sword. However, Zhang Yi seemed to be feeling unbearable when he looked at Xia Song and did not continue to attack immediately.

Most of the people present, even those who are strong men like Dugu Bai, Xia Wan and Yi Xin, have the same views as Xu Lianhua, believing that Zhang Yi's pause and waiting have completely disappeared from the advantage formed by his sword.

"What are you waiting for? Do you think you have defeated Xia Song with such a sword?"

Some people even sneered at the other end of the shed.

"My senior brother is a believer."

However, facing such questions, Ding Ning shook his head and said calmly: "Since my senior brother promised me not to mother-in-law, the waiting now is naturally only for other considerations, and it will not be a problem in this regard."

Xu Lianhua frowned slightly, and he couldn't agree with Ding Ning's view.

Character problems are often the most difficult to overcome.

At this moment, Xia Song had already spoken out.

"I admit that I despise you."

Xia Song did not deliberately look at any of his skin on his body, but the crystal luster that was swept from the eyes naturally made him know what the scene was on his face and body skin. Thinking about how he looked in everyone's eyes, this feeling made him feel more uncomfortable than pain, so that his unusually stable hands kept trembling.

"But you shouldn't be too proud, you shouldn't think you can defeat me with just one sword."

He gritted his teeth and looked at Zhang Yi who was several feet away from him, and squeezed out such a sound from his teeth.

For some reason, his words were all the candidates watching the game, including the one who couldn't help but sneer and said Zhang Yi was waiting for something wrong.

However, Xia Song did not give all these candidates enough time to think. Only after saying this sentence, he let out a shrill sound.

With this shrill sound of sound, five bright light patterns appeared behind him.

At this time, the sword in his hand had not moved, and no one knew how these five bright light patterns, like long wings, were generated. However, at this moment, five white clouds appeared in the sky as if they were shining together.

Five white clouds fell at an astonishing speed and gathered on the sword in Xia Song's hand.

The slightly yellow sword in his hand suddenly looked like a layer of white armor.

He set his sword.

The sword covered in a white helmet and his figure broke through the air, walked through the purest center line, and attacked towards Zhang Yi.

"What kind of sword pose is this?"

Xia Wan's face changed instantly and exclaimed in disbelief.

This sword is like a means only for practitioners in the mountain moving realm, and it does have the real energy of heaven and earth gathered on Xia Song's sword body... Even if it is impossible to be a real mountain moving realm, it is also a means to simulate mountain moving realm.

The sword light passed through, and the air at both ends of the sword body roared and slapped to both sides like turbid waves, making constant muffled sounds.

Because of the gathering of a large number of heaven and earth energy similar to the mountain realm, such a simple sword has become the most powerful sword style she has ever seen.

"Heaven and earth are united... Only heaven and earth are united without earth. The most exquisite and powerful sword in the Zhitian Sword Sutra has actually become a sword that is only brave." Jing Liuli in the shed shook her head, and her eyes were full of contempt.

She looked down on the sword Xia Song had cast at this time, but in the eyes of most selected students and most teachers in the practice area, this sword was definitely not something that Zhang Yi could take.

However, from the beginning, Zhang Yi's reaction seemed to be slow.

When Xia Song's sword intent rose, Zhang Yi was still stationed in place, so Zhang Yi could no longer avoid the sword.

He had no choice but to take it head-on.

Two light shocks sounded from Zhang Yi's feet.

His body bent slightly, and the red sword of Zhao Jianlu, which was emitting a scorching breath in his hands, was lifted up.

The air is dry and the meaning suddenly arises.

Everyone seemed to see a red curved and thick sheep horn facing Xia Song's sword.

Aries picks up the horns, aiming to stalemate.

What Zhang Yi used at this time was the best defensive sword move among all the sword scriptures of the Aries Cave.

After Xue Wangxu's personal training, his personality made it easy for him to understand the true meaning of this sword, so when he used this sword at this time, the sword intent was extremely harmonious and perfect.

There was a dull and loud thud.

Xia Song's sword light with a white helmet in his hand was shocked, and he was forced to hold back by the red sheep horn, and felt a sense of stagnation.

During the violent shock, all the crystal bubbles on Xia Song's skin were shaken, and countless crystal droplets were splashed out as if sweat was sprinkling.

Xia Song hurts even more.

So he let out a more shrill sound, and his right sword continued to press forward.

The red sheep horns were tilted upwards, and Zhang Yi's feet were slightly off the ground, just like a goat's strength was too different from his opponent, and his whole body could not resist it and was about to be lifted from the cliff.

Zhao Jianlu's long sword material is the best in the world. At this time, under the stalemate of huge forces, it was just slightly bent but kept breaking.

Because of the constant, Zhang Yi let go.

In an incomprehensible scream, Zhang Yi resolutely let go of the Zhao Jianlu long sword that was tightly held in his right hand.

A sneer.

The red sword flew backwards and flew across his cheeks like a burning red cloud, even burning a piece of hair on his ears, but his eyes were still quiet.

Because the sword broke away from his hand, it was like a goat's horns being broken, and the power could not be transmitted to him at this moment, so his feet fell to the ground again, just like a goat finally paid the price of breaking the horns, and was not directly taken down by the opponent.

At the same time, his left hand, which had been hiding in his sleeve, stretched forward like lightning.

His cuffs cracked.

A slightly bent sword light lifted up from his cracked cuff.

A louder scream rang out like a tide.

Even Xia Wan widened her eyes in shock and couldn't help but cover her mouth.

The sword light raised up from Zhang Yi's sleeve is very short, and the sword light is simple and unpretentious, and there is not even any dazzling luster. However, this sword light still forms a thick goat horn raised upwards.

Another move to pick the horns of Aries.

I just changed my hand and changed my sword.

A huge shock came to mind in the air again.

The anger and burning war in Xia Song's eyes instantly turned into shock and disbelief.

He felt his sword stop, and he felt that his sword seemed to hit a mountain.

The short sword that even gave him a small sword that seemed to be carved by ordinary stones. In Zhang Yi's hands, it actually had a stronger power than the Zhao Jianlu long sword.

"How is that possible!"

His breathing was completely paused, and his body was also paused. His sword had been completely blocked by Zhang Yi, but it was naturally impossible for him to admit defeat in his subconscious mind. He still felt that he could defeat Zhang Yi.

The hilt of his sword suddenly sags down, and as his wrist shakes, the hilt of his sword hits Zhang Yi's lower abdomen like a small hammer.

Zhang Yi, who had been firmly stuck on the ground, retreated at this time.

He took a step back.

Because his feet were deeply pierced into the soil, he stepped out of this step and a cloud of dust exploded under his feet.

As he retreated, the tip of the short sword in his left hand stabbed the middle section of the sword in Xia Song's hand, causing Xia Song's sword hilt to move and float to the empty space on the left side of Zhang Yi's abdomen.

At the same time, Zhang Yi's right hand pointed to the sword with five fingers, which pierced Xia Song's neck.

Xia Song whistled with a fist with a fist in his left hand and slammed Zhang Yi's right wrist.

However, with a sneer, several deep blood marks appeared on his fist, sprinkling a bunch of blood mist.

Zhang Yi's five fingers turned into claws in the flash, and they grabbed them hard and fell on his fist.

However, Xia Song's body was slightly lost in balance after this capture area.

From the beginning of the battle, Zhang Yi let out a deep and low shout for the first time. His body suddenly moved forward. As he stepped back to his original position, his whole body had cut into Xia Song's middle line and crashed into Xia Song's arms.

His right shoulder was like a hammer, hitting Xia Song's heart hard.

There was a dull bang.

Most of the candidates watching the game just felt their eyebrows suddenly jumping, and they were inexplicably thirsty.

puff!

A blood arrow spurted out from Xia Song's mouth, and the hilt of his right sword had also smashed towards Zhang Yi's back, but his body had already flown backwards, and the end of his hilt just slid along Zhang Yi's shoulders.

"Is this the natal sword of Lord Xue Cave?"

Looking at Xia Song's figure flying backwards in the air, Xu Lianhua's frown relaxed. He took a deep breath, his eyes fell on the short sword in Zhang Yi's hand, and asked softly.
Chapter completed!