On the stage, there was constantly rubble collapsing to the sidelines, and the audience watching on the sidelines was familiar with blocking every piece of gravel, and their expressions were very calm.

This is a very common phenomenon.

In the center of the martial arts platform, Xia Yi and Sun Jimeng fought together, neither of them used weapons, and they all swung at each other with their bare hands.

Punching, dodging, counterattacking, blocking, staggering, yin moves, heavy blows, etc., etc., the two of them have all kinds of methods, and they hit each other without scruples.

Xia Yi used a 'talisman' on his body, because there was only one competition today, so he didn't have to worry about whether the 'talisman' would run out of evil energy, which allowed him to fight against Sun Jimeng to his heart's content.

"Bang!" A soft sound sounded in the middle of the field, and the figures of the two people in the field disappeared instantly.

The high-level martial artists watching the battle from the sidelines looked at the other side of the field in unison.

Xia Yi's figure appeared at the edge of the field, and Sun Jimeng's figure appeared, jumping into the air, his right hand clenched into a fist, and swung fiercely towards Xia Yi's face.

Xia Yi's realm finally fell into disadvantage at this moment, and there was a slight difference in the battle, even if it was just a small mistake, the gap in the realm would be reflected in the battle.

It was that small mistake, Sun Jimeng knocked Xia Yi away with one punch.

Xia Yi quickly hid his figure in the air, but this method of hiding only for a short time, used to avoid the opponent's pursuit of victory, but it will be exposed in the next second, and at this time, he will be pursued by the opponent.

The previous scene is a true portrayal.

"Die!! Sun Jimeng's eyes seemed to have infinite anger, he wanted to vent all this in his fist and slammed it at Xia Yi.

Xia Yi landed on his back, feeling the solid support of his back, and a spiritual rune flashed with a golden halo in Xia Yi's palm, which disappeared quickly.

"Bang!"

The huge fist slammed into the stone slab of the martial arts platform, and countless pieces of rubble flew in the air.

"Woo~"

On the edge of the venue nearby, the onlookers looked up behind Sun Jimeng for the first time.

Sun Jimeng, who punched the air, found this, and didn't have time to erase the shock of the missed punch, so he suddenly pulled out a long whip-like weapon from his waist and threw it backwards violently.

Xia Yi, who had avoided Sun Jimeng's ferocious blow with the 'Shining Talisman', was about to reflexively counterattack back, when he suddenly noticed a strange feeling in the air, he immediately changed his body, clicked on the ground and turned back, and jumped back quickly.

A weapon wrapped in a pale golden long whip struck Xia Yi in the abdomen with lightning speed.

"!"

Xia Yi only had time to scold Ju Niang, and then felt a huge and invincible force impact on his internal organs, and his body involuntarily flew backwards, castrating ferociously, passing through the entire martial arts stage, and slamming into the wall of the viewing area opposite.

"Bang!" "Wow~"

Xia Yi was buried by a pile of rubble and lay on the ground next to the martial arts stage, motionless.

On the other side of the field, the pale golden 'long whip' continued to shrink and retract, and when it returned to Sun Jimeng's hand, it had already turned into a pale golden long sword.

The halo around the sword body was not dazzling, but it was enough for everyone watching the battle to ignore its light.

"Striking the Divine Sword?" Tu Shifang saw the weapon in Sun Jimeng's hand, and couldn't help but have a mocking smile on his lips: "Sun Taiyang really loves his son, and even handed over the Divine Sword to his son casually." ”

Yang Zhangzhen's face was also very ugly, but he still explained lightly: "Yanwutai does not prohibit the use of magic weapons. ”

Tu Shifang glanced at the Divine Sword and cast a concerned look at the team of gravel piles, and said to himself: "But the second-grade magic weapon is still a bit excessive." This is a competition, not a life-and-death fight, in the face of a martial artist who is one realm lower than himself, it is really eye-opening to use a second-grade magic weapon. ”

Yang Zhangzhen sighed, and an elder next to him spoke his mind for him.

"Who made him 'Xia Junzi'. ”

Yes, who made him Xia Yi's 'Xia Junzi', even if the realm plummeted, the name of 'Xia Junzi' still shocked people's hearts, and people had to pay attention to him and come up with all means to compete with him.

The people in the rubble pile were motionless, and none of the people watching the battle around them knew what happened to Xia Yi inside, and they didn't dare to help, for fear that their recklessness would cause Xia Yi to lose.

Yin Chuyu quickly ran to the viewing area on the other side of the gravel pile with the summer night.

"The joust is over. Zhang Jingyi looked at the pile of rubble in front of him and said lightly, still expressionless.

The senior sister hurriedly rushed back from the elder, and when she heard this, she didn't bother to argue with Zhang Jingyi anymore, but hurriedly wanted to step forward to help Xia Yi get out of trouble.

"Senior Sister Xiaoxiao, don't move yet, if you make a move, Xia Yi will be sentenced to lose!" someone next to him immediately persuaded.

Zhu Xiaoxiao said angrily: "That kid even took out the 'Divine Sword' given by His Majesty, what else is he fighting?!"

Zhang Jingyi stood next to him silently, even if it was him, he would not laugh at Xia Yi at this time. It's not a shame to lose under the sword of the gods, not to mention that he is indeed a realm lower than Sun Jimeng, and it is already remarkable to be able to fight to this extent.

Just when Zhu Xiaoxiao's hand was about to touch the gravel pile, the top gravel suddenly moved and rolled down, which triggered a chain reaction, and the entire gravel pile fell "with a bang", revealing the person lying inside.

"Poof!" the man inside spat out the gravel in his mouth.

Yin Chuyu rushed here with Xia Ye and shouted eagerly, "Xia Yi, are you okay?"

"Brother!! how are you?!!!" Xia Ye shouted loudly with a crying voice.

Zhu Xiaoxiao hurriedly wanted to help Xia Yi, and a hand stretched out from the gravel pile, signaling Zhu Xiaoxiao not to move.

"If outsiders help, they will be judged. Xia Yi's face emerged from the pile of rubble, and he said very calmly.

"What kind of martial arts competition do you care about at this time, you are injured!" Zhu Xiaoxiao was a little angry, but he really didn't dare to stretch out his hand to Xia Yi.

"Injured, where is there a martial arts competition that doesn't hurt?" A smile appeared on Xia Yi's face, but this smile looked very embarrassed under the dust.

"Brother, stop fighting, he is holding a second-grade magic weapon 'Striking Divine Sword', we don't have a magic weapon, we have no chance of winning, don't fight!" Xia Ye had already learned from Yin Chuyu the origin of Sun Jimeng's pale golden sword in his hand, and hurriedly persuaded his brother not to be impulsive.

"Oh, the second-grade magic weapon?" Xia Yi sat up from the pile of rubble, his eyes looked at Sun Jimeng who was standing with a sword on the stage, and his eyes narrowed slightly.

"When I first came out, the challenge was this kind of difficulty, and it was really challenging. Xia Yi sighed and slowly stood up from the pile of rubble.

The dust and stone chips on his body made him look embarrassed, and his slightly limping footsteps made him look not lightly injured, but Xia Yi still resolutely returned to the martial arts stage.

On the 'spirit seed' in his consciousness, a white halo flowed away.