At the same time as Ding Ning spoke, a terrible scream sounded from the scorching waves.

With this terrible scream, the scorching wave of air like a huge wave crashing suddenly stopped, and then was blasted into countless white lines by a terrifying force, and sneered out.

Xia Song's figure appeared in the center of the bursting air wave, and the residual power on his body was not stopped, and the air flow outside his shirt was beating rhythmically, which made many people who watched the battle feel palpitations and uneasy, and immediately thought that Xia Song had completely blocked Zhang Yi's sword by some amazing means.

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

Xia Song's originally fair and handsome face was all covered with blisters at the moment, which was crystal clear, making people feel extremely painful when they looked at it.

"Could it still be my mother-in-law?"

Looking at such a picture, Xu Lianhua's brows frowned slightly, and she couldn't help but say to Ding Ning.

At this time, although Xia Song's face was extremely terrifying, and he was also a cultivator who had reached the Four Realms, he could be sure that Xu Lianhua had already gushed out all the heaven and earth vitality accumulated in his body in order not to be cooked at once, but Xia Song was still standing well and was still able to fight.

As long as he can continue to fight, even if the Heaven and Earth Yuan Qi accumulated in his body disappears, Xia Song's True Yuan power is also above Zhang Yi, and as a cultivator of the Four Realms, 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 respite and continue to use the sword, but now Zhang Yi seemed to be unbearable when he saw Xia Song, and did not continue to attack at the first time.

The vast majority of people present, even powerhouses like Dugu Bai, Xia Wan and Yi Xin, all had the same opinion as Xu Lianhua, thinking that Zhang Yi's pause and waiting had completely disappeared the advantage he had formed with a sword.

"What are you waiting for? Do you think that such a sword has already defeated Xia Song?"

At the other end of the shed, someone even let out such a sneer.

"My brother is a believer. ”

However, in the face of such a question, Ding Ning shook his head and said calmly: "Since my senior brother promised me that I would not be a mother-in-law, the current waiting is naturally only for other considerations, and it will not be a problem in this regard." ”

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

Personality problems are often the most difficult to overcome.

At this moment, Xia Song in the middle of the field had already spoken.

"I admit that I despised you. ”

Xia Song didn't deliberately look at any part of his body, but just the crystal luster swept by the afterglow of his eyes, so he naturally knew what kind of scene his face and body were on. Thinking of how he looked in the eyes of everyone, this feeling made him more uncomfortable than pain, so that his usually unusually steady hands kept shaking.

"But you shouldn't be too proud, you shouldn't think you can beat me with just a sword. ”

He gritted his teeth, looked at Zhang Yi, who stopped a few feet away from him, and squeezed out such a voice from between his teeth.

For some reason, when he said this, it was all the candidates who watched the battle, including the one who couldn't help but sneer and said that Zhang Yi was waiting for something.

It's just that Xia Song didn't give all these candidates enough time to think, and only after saying this sentence, he let out a poignant shout.

With this mournful shout, five bright streaks of light appeared behind him.

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

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

The yellowish sword in his hand suddenly seemed to be covered with a layer of white armor.

He drew his sword.

The sword with the white helmet and his figure broke through the air, walked the purest middle line, and attacked Zhang Yi head-on.

"What kind of sword pose is this?"

Xia Wan's face changed instantly, and she let out an exclamation in disbelief.

This sword actually seems to be a means only for cultivators who move mountain realms, and there is indeed a real heaven and earth vitality gathered in Xia Song's sword body... Even if it can't be a real mountain move, this is a means of simulating mountain moving.

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

Because of the convergence of a large amount of heaven and earth vitality similar to the mountain moving realm, such a simple sword has become the most powerful sword style she has ever seen.

"Heaven and earth together... Only the heavens and the earth are harmonious, and the most subtle and powerful sword in the Heavenly Sword Sutra has actually become a sword with the courage of a horseman. The pure glass in the shed shook her head, and her eyes shone with disdain.

She looked down on Xia Song's sword at this time, but in the eyes of the vast majority of selected students and the vast majority of the teachers in the cultivation ground, this sword was definitely not something that Zhang Yi could forcefully accept.

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

When Xia Song's sword intent started, Zhang Yi was still standing in place, so Zhang Yi couldn't dodge this sword at this time.

He had to hard-connect.

Two light shocks sounded from under Zhang Yi's feet.

His body bowed slightly, and the scarlet long sword of Zhao Jian Furnace, which exuded a scorching aura in his hand, was raised upward.

The air was dry.

Everyone seemed to see a crimson crooked and thick sheep's horn meet Xia Song's sword.

Aries picks horns, with the intention of holding each other.

What Zhang Yi cast at this time was the sword style that was the best at defense among all the sword scriptures in the Aries Cave.

He has been trained by Xue Wuxu's own hands, and his own personality makes it easy for him to understand the true meaning of this sword, so when he casts this sword at this time, the sword intent can be described as extremely mellow and perfect.

There was a dull thud.

The sword light with the white helmet in Xia Song's hand was shocked, and he was actually stubbornly resisted by this red sheep's horn, and there was a sense of sluggishness.

In the violent shock, all the crystal blisters on Xia Song's skin were shattered, and his whole body was like sweat splashing, splashing out countless crystal droplets.

Xia Song was even more painful.

So he let out an even more poignant shout, and the sword in his right hand continued to press forward.

The crimson sheep's horns slanted upward, and Zhang Yi's feet were slightly off the ground, just like the strength of a goat and his opponent was too different, and his whole body couldn't resist it, and he was about to be picked off the cliff.

The material of Zhao Jianlu's long sword is the best in the world, and at this time, under the huge force, it is only slightly bent but not broken.

Because it continued, Zhang Yi let go.

In an incomprehensible exclamation, Zhang Yi resolutely let go of the Zhao Jian Furnace long sword that he was holding in his right hand.

Snort.

The crimson sword flew backwards, grazing his cheek like a burning red glow, even scorching a strand of hair on the side of his ear, but his gaze remained serene.

Because this sword was separated from his hand, it was like a goat's horn breaking, and the power could not be transmitted to him at this moment, so his feet fell to the ground again, like a goat finally paying the price of a broken horn, and was not directly picked off the cliff by the opponent for the time being.

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

His cuffs were cracked.

A slightly curved sword light rose up from his cracked cuffs.

An even louder exclamation rang out like a tidal wave.

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

The sword light that was picked up from Zhang Yi's sleeve was very short, and the sword light was unpretentious, not even having any dazzling luster, but this sword light still formed a broad goat horn that was raised upward.

It's another trick for Aries to pick horns.

Just a different hand, a different sword.

There was a loud bang in the air again.

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

He felt his sword stop, as if it had crashed into a mountain.

The short sword, which even gave him a kind of small sword that seemed to be just carved from ordinary stone, in Zhang Yi's hand, actually had more power than the long sword of the Zhao Sword Furnace.

"How is that possible!"

His breathing completely stopped, his advancing body also stopped, his sword had been completely blocked by Zhang Yi, but his subconscious naturally couldn't admit defeat, he still felt that he could defeat Zhang Yi.

The hilt of his sword fell suddenly, and when his wrist shook, the hilt of the sword slammed into Zhang Yi's lower abdomen like a small hammer.

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

He took a step back.

Because his feet were deep in the dirt, this step was withdrawn, and a cloud of dust exploded under his feet.

As he retreated, the tip of his left short sword stabbed into the middle of Xia Song's sword, causing Xia Song's hilt to fall into place and float towards the left side of Zhang Yi's abdomen.

At the same time, Zhang Yi's right hand pointed five fingers into a sword, stabbing Xia Song's neck.

Xia Song roared in anger, and his left hand clenched his fist and slammed towards Zhang Yi's right wrist.

However, with a snort, several deep blood marks appeared on his fist, spilling a cloud of blood mist.

Zhang Yi's five fingers had turned into claws at this moment of lightning, and they fell on the surface of his fist.

Just this grab, Xia Song's body lost its balance slightly.

From the beginning of the battle to this point, Zhang Yi let out a deep voice for the first time, his body moved forward abruptly, and with one step back to his original position, his whole person had already cut into Xia Song's middle line and crashed into Xia Song's arms.

His right shoulder was like a hammer, slamming into Xia Song's heart.

There was a dull loud bang.

The vast majority of the candidates who watched the game just felt their brows jump suddenly, and their mouths were inexplicably thirsty.

Burst!

A blood arrow erupted from Xia Song's mouth, and the hilt of his right hand had already smashed towards Zhang Yi's back, but his body had already flown backwards, and the end of his hilt only slid along Zhang Yi's shoulder.

"This is the Xue Cave Lord's natal sword?"

Looking at Xia Song's figure flying upside down in the air, Xu Lianhua's frowning brows relaxed, he took a deep breath, his eyes fell on the short sword in Zhang Yi's hand, and asked softly at the same time.