When those scars were exposed in front of everyone, those who had previously disliked Meng Yi couldn't help but sit up straight, with a look of astonishment in their eyes.
Without certain means, it would be impossible to stand here with all four limbs after suffering so many injuries.
Everyone felt that they had underestimated the people in Qilong Valley before.
Thinking of this, many people looked at Ye Yuxi, wondering what they were thinking in their eyes.
On the duel stage.
Meng Yi rubbed the scimitar in his hand against his scarred abdomen, and his eyes suddenly became bloodthirsty.
Without too many words, his legs gathered spiritual power, and his speed suddenly exploded, bringing up a string of afterimages to attack Xuan Zhantian.
"Well done!" Xuan Zhantian shouted with a low hand, the blade hanging on the ground, and he dragged the long knife forward and ran forward. With the blessing of speed, the sharp blade rubbed a spark with the bluestone on the ground.
Clang! The two swords collided heavily, and their momentum blasted towards each other like a strong wind.
The two of them exerted force at the same time, pushing the opponent back half a meter, and then changed a move to slash at the opponent. Compared with before, the attack speed of both of them increased by one level, and the light and shadow brought by the cold knife enveloped the two of them.
Under the glare of the sword, Meng Yi's cold eyes were revealed. He could not lose this battle!
In the audience, Bai Jinyi and Ye Yuxi stared closely at Meng Yi.
Frankly speaking, if Meng Yi hadn't sacrificed his life for the sake of exchange, other Xuan Ling early stage strong men would definitely not be able to defeat Xuan Zhantian!
The opponent's knife was too fast. The knife was like a cloud. It was light and weightless, but it was all-pervasive. If you didn't pay attention, there would be a bloody hole in the body.
"Jin Yi, these people in Nanchang are very capable. If we can get their help, it will be a good thing for us." Ye Yuxi said in his heart.
Bai Jinyi thought for a moment and slowly shook his head: "I'm afraid this is unlikely unless we can deal with Nanyang Temple."
Bai Jinyi looked at Meng Yi's footwork with starry eyes, and suddenly raised his sword eyebrows, and added in his heart: "The winner is about to be decided."
On the duel stage, Meng Yi was already at a disadvantage, and his scimitar was suppressed by Xuan Zhantian so that he could only defend but not attack.
Fortunately, Meng Yi's movement skills are fast enough and he can always avoid or block the opponent's long knife in critical moments.
If this continues, Meng Yi will definitely not be able to win!
puff! Just when Xuan Zhantian was pressing forward step by step, Meng Yi's figure paused, and Xuan Zhantian's sword power suddenly stopped.
With a thud, a broken arm fell to the ground. Xuan Zhantian's long knife was blocked by the layer of blood on Meng Yi's torso and did not cut into Meng Yi's left chest.
With his arm broken, Meng Yi had no expression on his face. He didn't even frown. He looked at Xuan Zhantian with cold eyes. He held the scimitar tightly in his right hand and moved the corner of his mouth slightly: "It's over."
Plop!
Xuan Zhantian's body fell straight down, and a shocking wound slowly opened on his neck. Most of his neck was cut open by Meng Yi.
Trade injury for life!
This is what a madman does, and it is also Meng Yi’s choice!
There was silence in the audience. No one expected that Xuan Zhantian, who had the upper hand just now, would suddenly be reversed, and the way of reversal was so surprising.
"Qilong Valley vs. Xuanyun Valley, Qilong Valley wins!" the announcement came from the Nanyang Temple.
Meng Yi picked up his broken arm from the ground with an expressionless face and left the ring step by step.
Looking at Meng Yi's back, many people understood something in their hearts, no matter how fast the knife is, it can't compare to the murderous knife.