At the same time as Ding Ning opened his mouth, a mournful cry sounded from the scorching air waves.
Following this shrill cry, the scorching air wave like a huge wave suddenly paused, and then was blasted into countless white lines by a terrifying force, and shot out with a chi chi.
Xia Song's figure appeared in the center of the exploding air wave, his body was full of power, and the air flow outside his clothes beat rhythmically, which made many spectators feel palpitations and uneasy, and immediately thought that Xia Song was using some kind of shocking The method completely blocked Zhang Yi's sword.
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 covered with blisters at the moment, so crystal clear that it made people feel extremely painful.
"Could it be more like a mother-in-law?"
Seeing such a picture, Xu Lianhua frowned slightly, and couldn't help but said to Ding Ning.
At this time, although Xia Song's face is extremely terrifying, and he is also a practitioner who has reached the fourth realm, he can be sure that Xu Lianhua has spurted out all the vitality of the world accumulated in his body just now in order not to be cooked, but Xia Song Song is still standing upright, 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 also higher than that of Zhang Yi. As a practitioner of the four realms, he must have more mysterious fighting 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 use the sword, but now Zhang Yi seems to be unable to bear seeing Xia Song, and did not continue to attack immediately.
The vast majority of people present, even strong men like Dugu Bai, Xia Wan, and Yi Xin, had the same opinion as Xu Lianhua, thinking that Zhang Yi's pause and waiting had completely wiped out the advantage he had formed with one sword strike.
"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 made such a sneer.
"My brother is a believer."
However, facing such a question, Ding Ning shook his head, and calmly said: "Since my senior brother promised me that I will not be a mother-in-law, the current waiting is naturally only due to other considerations, not this problem."
Xu Lianhua frowned slightly, he couldn't agree with Ding Ning's point of view.
Personality issues are often the hardest to overcome.
At this moment, Xia Song in the field has already spoken.
"I admit that I underestimated you."
Xia Song didn't deliberately look at any part of the skin on his body, but it was only the crystal luster that he saw from the corner of his eyes, which made him naturally know what his face and body skin looked like. Thinking about how he looked in the eyes of everyone, this feeling made him more uncomfortable than the pain, so that his usually unusually stable hands kept trembling.
"But you shouldn't be too proud, you shouldn't think that you can defeat me with just one sword."
He gritted his teeth, looked at Zhang Yi who was stopped a few feet away from him, and squeezed out such a voice through his teeth.
For some reason, when he uttered this sentence, all the selected students who watched the battle, including even the selected student who couldn't help but sneered and said what Zhang Yi was waiting for, felt that something was wrong.
It's just that Xia Song didn't give all these selected students enough time to think, only after saying this sentence, he let out a shrill cry.
Following this shrill cry, five bright streaks of light appeared behind him.
At this moment, the sword in his hand hadn't moved yet, and no one knew how these five bright light streaks like long wings were generated, but just at this moment, five white clouds appeared in the sky as if reflecting each other.
Five white clouds fell at an astonishing speed and converged 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 draws the sword.
The sword covered with a white helmet and his figure pierced through the air, took the purest center line, and attacked Zhang Yi head-on.
"What kind of sword style is this?"
Xia Wan's expression changed instantly, and she let out an exclamation in disbelief.
This sword actually seems to be a method only for practitioners who move mountains, and there is indeed a real energy of heaven and earth gathered in Xia Song's sword... Even if it cannot be a real mountain move, it is also a simulated mountain move s method.
As the sword light passed through, the air at both ends of the sword roared and slapped away to the sides like turbid waves, making continuous muffled noises.
Because there is a large amount of heaven and earth vitality gathered in the mountain-moving environment, such a simple sword has become the strongest sword style she has ever seen.
"The harmony of heaven and earth... only the harmony of heaven and no harmony of earth, the most exquisite and powerful sword in the Zhitian Sword Sutra has turned into a sword that only has the courage of an ordinary man." Jing Liuli in the shed shook her head, eyes widening All that shines is a look of contempt.
She somewhat looked down on Xia Song's sword at this time, but in the eyes of most of the selected students and most of the teachers in the practice places, this sword is definitely not something that Zhang Yi can take.
However, from the very beginning, Zhang Yi's reaction seemed to have been slow.
When Xia Song's sword intent was activated, Zhang Yi was still standing still, so Zhang Yi could no longer dodge the sword at this time.
He can only take it hard.
Two light tremors sounded from Zhang Yi's feet.
His body bowed slightly, and Zhao Jianlu's scarlet red long sword exuding a scorching aura was raised upwards.
The air was suddenly dry.
Everyone seemed to see a crimson curved horn facing Xia Song's sword.
Aries picks its horns, intending to hold each other.
What Zhang Yi used at this time was the most defensive sword move among all the sword scriptures in Baiyang Cave.
He has been trained by Xue Wangxu himself, and his own personality makes it easy for him to understand the true meaning of this sword, so when he uses this sword at this time, the sword intent can be described as extremely smooth and perfect.
There was a dull and loud bang.
The sword light with the white helmet in Xia Song's hand trembled, and it was actually resisted abruptly by this red horn, feeling sluggish.
In the violent concussion, all the crystal clear blisters on Xia Song's skin were shattered, and his whole body seemed to be dripping with sweat, splashing out countless crystal liquid droplets.
Xia Song was in more pain.
So he uttered a more mournful scream, and continued to press forward with the sword in his right hand.
The scarlet horns slanted upwards, and Zhang Yi's feet were slightly off the ground, like a goat whose strength was too different from the opponent's, the whole body couldn't resist it, and was about to be picked off the cliff.
The material of Zhao Jianlu's long sword is the best in the world, and under the strong confrontation at this time, it is only slightly bent but not broken.
Because it kept going, Zhang Yi let go.
Amid an incomprehensible exclamation, Zhang Yi resolutely let go of the Zhao Jianlu long sword that was tightly held in his right hand.
With a snort.
The scarlet long sword flew backwards, passing over his cheeks, like a flaming red cloud, and even scorched a strand of hair beside his ear, but his eyes remained peaceful.
Because the sword was separated from his hand, like a goat whose horns were broken, the power could not be transmitted to him at this moment, so his feet fell to the ground again, like a goat finally paid the price of the broken horns. The price is that he has not been directly thrown off the cliff by his opponent for the time being.
At the same time, his left hand, which had been hidden in his sleeve all along, stretched forward like lightning.
His cuffs are ripped.
A slightly curved sword light rose from his torn cuff.
A louder exclamation sounded like a tide.
Even Xia Wan's eyes widened in shock, and she couldn't help covering her mouth.
The sword light protruding upwards from Zhang Yi's sleeve was very short and unpretentious, without any dazzling luster, but this sword light still formed a wide and thick goat horn protruding upwards.
Another trick is to pick the horns of Aries.
It's just a different hand and a different sword.
There was another loud bang in the air.
The anger and burning flames in Xia Song's eyes instantly turned into shock and disbelief.
He felt his sword stop, as if his sword had hit a mountain.
That short sword, which seemed to be carved out of ordinary stone, was even more powerful than Zhao Jianlu's long sword in Zhang Yi's hands.
"How can it be!"
His breathing stopped completely, and his advancing body also stopped. His sword had been completely blocked by Zhang Yi, but in his subconscious mind, it was naturally impossible to admit defeat. He still felt that he could defeat Zhang Yi.
The hilt of his sword suddenly dropped down, and when his wrist was shaking, the hilt of the sword hit Zhang Yi's lower abdomen like a small hammer.
Zhang Yi, who had been firmly planted on the ground, retreated at this moment.
He took a step back.
Because his feet were deeply embedded in the soil, he withdrew this step, and a cloud of dust exploded under his feet.
As he retreated, the dagger in his left hand pierced the middle of the sword in Xia Song's hand, causing Xia Song's hilt to move and float to the left side of Zhang Yi's abdomen.
At the same time, the five fingers of Zhang Yi's right hand pointed together as a sword, piercing Xia Song's neck.
Xia Song let out a scream of rage, clenched his fist with his left hand and slammed towards Zhang Yi's right wrist.
However, with a snort, several deep blood marks appeared on the face of his fist, and a cloud of blood sprayed out.
Zhang Yi's five fingers had turned into claws at this moment of lightning, and they slammed onto the face of his fist.
Just in this grasping area, Xia Song's body lost its balance slightly.
From the beginning of the battle to this point, Zhang Yi uttered a low voice for the first time, his body moved forward suddenly, and with a step back to the original position, his whole body had cut into Xia Song's midline and into Xia Song's arms.
His right shoulder hit Xia Song's heart hard like a hammer.
There was a dull bang.
Most of the selected students watching the battle just felt their brows twitch suddenly, and their mouths were inexplicably thirsty.
puff!
A bloody arrow spurted out from Xia Song's mouth, and the hilt of his right hand had already fallen towards Zhang Yi's back, but his body had already flown backwards, and the end of his sword hilt just followed Zhang Yi's shoulder slid over.
"Is this Dongzhu Xue's natal sword?"
Seeing Xia Song's figure flying upside down in the air, Xu Lianhua's frowned brows loosened. He took a deep breath, his eyes fell on the dagger in Zhang Yi's hand, and asked softly at the same time.