"Brother!~Come on!Defeat Teacher Zong!!"

Outside the stage, there was a crisp shout, it was a summer night!

Xia Yi turned his head, smiling, and waved his fist at his sister, expressing his confidence in victory.

Who knows, Xia Ye didn't even look at his response, turned his head and shouted at Zong Ying again.

"Teacher Zong, be merciful!" not only shouted, but also squeezed his eyes at Zong Ying in the summer night, revealing his coquettish side.

Zong Ying smiled and waved his hand, indicating that he understood.

Xia Yi had a black face, silently searching for the memory fragments of "Xia Junzi" in his heart to see if this girl was his own sister.

Even if you deliberately curry favor with Jong Young for the sake of your brother's life...... But this battle itself is not a battle to the death!

Xia Yi was angry, and he had a feeling that his hard-working daughter had been snatched away, which made him very unhappy.

Xia Yi raised his hand with a "sigh", pointed at Zong Ying, who was as tall as a pine on the opposite side, and officially declared war on her.

"Zong Ying, I will never show mercy to your subordinates in this game just because you are my good friend!" Xia Yi shouted imposingly.

Several students on the sidelines were obviously well versed in the way of support, and immediately cheered for Xia Yi and cheered loudly.

Zong Ying nodded with a smile, looking at her like that, she didn't seem to take Xia Yi's words to heart...... Or maybe she didn't even take Xia Yi to heart?

Xia Yi looked at Zong Ying's smiling appearance, lowered his waist slightly, and put on a posture of attacking.

Zong Ying is still standing upright, and with such a posture, it looks like he is full of loopholes...... Tsk, I really look down on Xia Yi!

Xia Yi's face was expressionless, his eyes looked at Zong Ying opposite, and the words he was muttering in his heart were saying to Emperor Shang.

'Look, my rise starts today!'

"Let's go!"

The student who acted as a referee on the sidelines shouted, and the next moment, he felt a gust of wind sweeping from the stage, blowing in his face and making his cheeks hurt.

"Dat!" a few students next to him scolded loudly.

"Bell, bell, bell!"

On the stage, there was a clanging sound of swords colliding, and the sound was so dense that it shocked everyone on the sidelines.

A purple halo quickly turned back and forth in the center of the martial arts platform at a speed that the naked eye could not catch up with, and the speed of the high-speed fight, the onlookers could not see clearly at all, they could only see that there seemed to be a black shadow next to the purple halo, colliding with the purple halo, in which sparks splashed, obviously the collision of weapons was above those two figures.

"Bell—" A long voice came out.

On the stage, Zong Ying and Xia Yi each held a sword, and the sword bodies were put together, slowly moving back and forth between the two.

Zong Ying's big eyes shone brightly, and a satisfied smile appeared on her face.

"Sure enough, as I expected, Xia Yi, your strength can't be evaluated by realm at all!"

Xia Yi looked at Zong Ying in front of him, and could almost feel the fragrance in her mouth when she spoke, but the state of the two of them at this time was destined to have no ambiguous meaning.

Xia Yi smiled and said nothing, and did not respond to Zong Ying.

Zong Ying didn't care either, she gradually exerted force on her hands, and the two long swords were put together, slowly moving towards Xia Yi's side. 56

"Xia Yi, how long are you going to delay summoning your 'Martial Spirit'?!" Zong Ying suddenly shouted, as if he was very dissatisfied with Xia Yi's contempt for him.

Xia Yi suddenly exerted his strength, forced Zong Ying back, and shouted: "Zong Ying, when will you use all your strength?!"

Zong Ying stood still and looked at Xia Yi seriously, wanting to explore whether he was provoking himself when he said this, or whether he sincerely wanted to exert all his realm strength.

Xia Yi shook out a sword flower in his right hand, and the tip of the sword pointed at Zong Ying.

"Zong Ying, what are you still hesitating about? I'm Xia Yi!"

Hearing the last sentence, Zong Ying's eyes changed suddenly, and a stream of blood gushed out from the bottom of his heart, like an angry dragon roaring in the sky, bursting out with a powerful momentum.

"As you wish!"

Zong Ying no longer suppressed his own realm, and the purple halo around his body suddenly increased, showing all the strength of the eight-rank realm.

Before the words fell, a "bell" sounded on the stage, which seemed to be cheering up Zong Ying's words.

A black shadow rushed out with a sword, and a purple halo staggered through.

Turning back again.

The two figures continued to collide and stagger, and each time they intertwined, there would be a sound of sword impact, and as the two continued to increase their speed, the sound of sword impact became more and more dense, and at the same time, the figures of the two gradually pulled into a horizontal line, as if the two did not collide back and forth, but the two always maintained the same position, fighting the long sword in their hands.

Although the onlookers couldn't keep up with the speed of Xia Yi and Zong Ying, they could see that the two figures were gradually straightening, not that they were standing in place and not moving, but that their speed was so fast that people couldn't see that their bodies were moving, but as if they were standing in place and fighting.

Amazed!

"I'm a master of the eighth grade, and her speed is fast in itself, but, but why, why can Xia Yi keep up with the speed of the sect teacher?!"

A student shouted unwillingly.

Before the start of this game, they actively cheered for Xia Yi, just hoping that he would not lose particularly badly. However, as soon as the duel began, they were stunned to find that although Xia Yi was only in the fifth-grade realm, he could keep up with the speed of Zongying's eight-rank realm, which shattered their understanding.

They didn't know that Xia Yi had already broken through the six-rank realm, and even Zong Ying didn't see through it at the beginning, until he realized that something was wrong after the fight, and he suppressed his realm strength to the six-rank realm.

Now Zong Ying had only one thought in her heart - fortunately she used all her strength - she was not afraid of losing and was glad, she was glad that she had experienced such an exciting duel in the morning.

"Eagle Strike!"

Zong Ying raised his head and roared, slamming the momentum on his body up, the power in his hand suddenly became stronger, and the sound of breaking the wind roared.

Xia Yi was able to dodge a punch, and without hesitation, his whole body exploded, awakening the irascible god of war in his consciousness - Zhu Yan.

"Roar—"

With a roar, Xia Yi didn't dodge in the face of Zong Ying's fist, but pounced on it and ate Zong Ying's punch, and at the same time, his right fist was also handed to Zong Ying.

"Bang!"

"Bang!"

Xia Yi and Zong Ying were beaten by their opponents' fists and their heads were crooked, and their images were greatly damaged.

As soon as they stood still, the two rushed to each other again without any pause.

In the air, a sticky blood stain wafted and stretched out......