Ying Xuewu didn't talk nonsense, his body flashed, and the next moment, he had already appeared on the competition platform.

Then, Ying Xuewu silently came to a corner of the competition arena and looked at Xia Xi silently.

"Let's go!" Just after Ying Xue Wu took the stage, a teacher slowly walked from the sky and landed in the center of the competition field. He was the referee for this match.

If it is a normal time, there will be no teacher interfering in the student competition. Because they are too weak and their strength is limited, they will fight back and forth like that, and there will not be much danger.

But now it's different.

Whether it is Xia Xi or Ying Xuewu, their strength has surpassed that of nine out of ten students here, and there is a strong destruction. If there is no strong person to take care of them, they will even be separated from life and death.

This is something that the school does not want to see.

So, the referee came.

"Come on!"

Ying Xue Wu roared angrily, and as soon as he flipped his hand, a sharp sword appeared in his hand.

"Zheng-" The cold light flashed, and the sharp sword cut through the void, stabbing Xia Xi at a lightning speed. Because Ying Xue danced the sword too fast, he turned into an afterimage in the eyes of everyone, and in an instant, he appeared in front of Xia Xi.

"Blood Shield"

Xia Xi's heart moved, and the sea of blood hidden in his mind suddenly moved. A streak of blood flowed out, turning into a shield in front of him. At the same time, his body also retreated.

"Bell!"

Ying Xue Wu's fast and incomparable sword was directly blocked by the blood shield that Xia Xi casually cast. The next moment, the blood shield burst open, and bright red blood spilled on the ground.

Because of the resistance of the blood shield, Ying Xuewu's body paused slightly, and then instantly recovered. This time is very short, and outside the competition field, those weak students are impossible to find out.

But this pause was so long in Xia Xi's eyes. Suddenly, Xia Xi moved.

His body jumped forward violently, rushing in front of Ying Xue Wu's body, his body slightly to the side, avoiding Ying Xue Wu's shining sword, and at the same time hitting Ying Xue Wu's stomach with his right fist.

"Boom!"

Ying Xuewu's body was directly knocked away by Xia Xi's punch, and he flew out five or six meters in mid-air before he reacted, adjusted his body in mid-air, did a backflip, and staggered to the ground, and his body involuntarily retreated several steps before he stabilized his body.

Xia Xi frowned, feeling that Ying Xuewu's reaction was too bad, and he couldn't even avoid his casual punch. However, Xia Xi was not ready to let go of Ying Xue Wu, and at the moment when Ying Xue Wu landed, Xia Xi had already deceived himself.

His petite body was almost touching the ground, and in a few steps, he came to Ying Xue Wu's body. His lowered body jumped up like a fierce tiger and killed Ying Xuewu, who had just stabilized his body.

Rumble!

Ying Xue Wu had no way to resist, and his body was once again casually blown away by Xia Xi.

Xia Xi stomped on the ground with his left foot, and his whole body rose into the air and caught up with Ying Xuewu. His right foot was raised high, and the tip of his toe even touched his forehead. The next moment, he slashed at Ying Xuewu's stomach.

Boom!

Ying Xuewu's body was like a broken sack full of miscellaneous items, and it was thrown to the ground fiercely. Because his stomach was hit hard by Xia Xi several times, there was even blood flowing out of the corner of his mouth.

Xia Xi landed on the ground, stepped on Ying Xuewu's long sword, looked disappointed at Ying Xue Wu who was lying on the ground, coughing up blood, a trace of disdain flashed in his eyes, and then slowly walked towards the stage.

Winning Snow Dance is too weak. His talent is good, but he is a flower in a greenhouse after all. The strength of the tenth layer of a body has only played three or five layers. In front of Xia Xi, who has experienced the baptism of blood, it is not enough to see at all.

In just a few breaths, Winning Snow Dance was defeated.

"Ten!"

"Nine!"

……

"Five!"

……

"No, what's going on with Senior Ying Xuewu...... Weak? In the audience, the students who thought that this competition would be a dragon and tiger battle did not expect that it would end in just a few breaths, and there was a lot of discussion.

"Is the senior weak in Win Snow Dance?" On the side, someone sneered, "It's not that Senior Ying Xuewu is too weak, but that little kid is too demonic." Who is the opponent of that kid in the same class? ”

"You don't think it's over, do you? Watch slowly, the show has just begun! Suddenly, someone looked at the students who were talking about how weak Ying Xue Wu was, and said, "Senior Ying Xue Wu is a Taoist cultivator, and it's normal for him to be better than that kid in close combat." But then, Senior Ying Xue Dance is about to exert his power - look at it! ”

……

"Three!"

"Two!"

"One, I declare ......"

"Wait!" On the stage, the teacher glanced at Ying Xuewu in disappointment, and still shouted without hurry. However, he was directly interrupted, and then, the hoarse voice continued, "I, win the snow dance, I haven't lost yet!" ”

Suddenly, Xia Xi stood still. He turned around slowly, looked at Ying Xue Wu, who was still lying on the ground, and did not speak.

Ying Xuewu slowly stood up, a pair of black and white smart eyes changed, became rational, and began to be unkind. He stretched out his right hand and grabbed it in mid-air, and the sword that was stepped on by Xia Xi fell into Ying Xuewu's hand with a "whoosh". The teacher's eyes lit up, he took a few steps back, and stared at the two of them intently again.

Xia Xi's eyes became solemn.

In Xia Xi's perception, Ying Xue Wu's embarrassed figure suddenly became fierce and ethereal, as if Ying Xue Wu no longer belonged to the world at this moment.

"Is this a cultivator?" Xia Xi muttered to himself, a hint of excitement flashing in his eyes.

At this moment, he felt a great threat to Ying Xue Wu.

"Edgeworth!"

Ying Xue Wu stuck the sword in her hand on the ground, and waved the fingers of both hands quickly, leaving an afterimage in the air. Strange handprints burst out from his fingertips, merging into the sharp sword on the ground.

"Zheng...... Zheng ......"

Suddenly, the sharp sword on the ground began to tremble violently, and there was a clanging sword sound, which resounded throughout the martial arts arena.

Xia Xi's eyes lit up, and his body turned into an afterimage, killing Ying Xuewu. He punched out, and suddenly, the air was oppressed by Xia Xi's punch, and there was a roar.

Xia Xi's speed was very fast, and in a few breaths, he crossed the entire competition platform and approached Ying Xue Wu. Xia Xi jumped high, like a Kunpeng, with the momentum of fighting heaven and earth, killing to win the snow dance.

Facing the huge sense of oppression emitted by Xia Xi, Ying Xuewu felt a sense of oppression. But he didn't dodge or dodge, just looked straight at Xia Xi.

Ying Xue Wu raised her right hand, her index finger and middle finger together, and quickly blocked in front of her.

"Zheng!"

The sharp sword inserted in the ground began to tremble, and just when Xia Xi arrived, it suddenly flew up and blocked in front of Ying Xue Wu.

"Boom!"

Xia Xi punched down, and then, endless recoil was transmitted from his hand to Xia Xi's body through his arm. Xia Xi did a backflip, unloaded the recoil force, and fell to the ground.

"Is this a cultivator? Sure enough, it's powerful. However, I have a trick here, and if you can resist it, then I'll bow to it! Feeling the slight trembling of his right arm, Xia Xi smiled and said.

Xia Xi began to seal, a complex handprint appeared between his fingers, and a compassionate aura emanated from Xia Xi's body.

"None...... Fear...... Lion Print! ”

Xia Xi's forehead, cold sweat fell down drop by drop. Behind Xia Xi, a huge golden lion began to appear.

This is the fearless lion mark of Buddhism.

A lion mark that combines killing and defending one, and a lion mark that Xia Xi cannot cast.

Xia Xi could defeat Ying Xue Wu even if he didn't use the Lion Mark, but he didn't want to waste his time. At the same time, he also wanted to test how strong the lion mark really was.

Xia Xi's vision began to blur. The energy required to cast the Lion Mark was too great for him to barely provide.

"Stop! Hit here! ”

Just as the lion mark was about to be completed, a loud shout came. The groggy Xia Xi didn't have to think about it, and directly smashed the lion mark over.

"Boom!"

Suddenly, the hard competition platform was directly smashed, and countless dust obscured the eyes of the surroundings.

"Shhh

Xia Xi took a breath of cool air, he never thought that the lion mark was so powerful, and even the competition platform where he couldn't leave footprints with all his strength was directly cracked......