"You say, will Zhu Yi lose this time?" Lin Lao, who was pretending to sleep, suddenly opened his eyes and asked when Zhu Yi fell into a disadvantage.

Feng Tianjiao stared at the Colosseum and looked at it for a while before he sighed and said: "It's okay if you lose, after he came to the academy, everything went too smoothly, and this setback can make him walk more steadily on the road of cultivation in the future." ”

Her tone was not as coquettish as before, but it was a little more dignified, after all, Zhu Yi was not from a cultivation family, and compared with the core children of a cultivation family like Zhuang Zhiming, there were too many disadvantages.

Xiao Wei nervously looked at Zhu Yi's vague figure in the Colosseum, and wanted to say something, but after Feng Tianjiao sighed, she put her eyes back again.

"As long as he can withstand this blow, he will definitely be able to make his cultivation path smoother and smoother in the future, but if he can't bear it, then he ......"

After muttering for a long time, Lin Lao still didn't say the second half of the sentence after all, if Zhu Yi couldn't bear the blow of this failure, I am afraid that his life would be wasted.

"Frost Spirit, do you think he will win?" Even Feng Tianjiao and Lin Lao already felt that Zhu Yi had no hope of winning, but Feng Wan asked stubbornly.

Looking at Feng Wan's expectant expression, Frost Ling thought about it for a while, and still said a word of comfort to her: "Maybe, he can always create some miracles." ”

......

In the Colosseum, Zhu Yi's face was a little embarrassed, and the spiritual weapons and clothes on his body were already dirty at this time, and there were even a few places where they were cut by the long sword.

He squinted his eyes, trying his best to capture Zhuang Zhiming's figure, and the Tiger Roaring Knife in his hand swung out again and again, but it did not cause any effective attacks, but the strength and strength in his dantian were constantly consumed.

"Hahaha, how do you feel?

Zhu Yi's angry expression made Zhuang Zhiming very proud in his heart, and he laughed loudly: "If you had asked me to teach you a good lesson a month ago, you would not have had such an end at all, but you actually dared to sneak attack me without knowing how to do it, and today I will cut off your hand!"

Relying on the colorful swordsmanship of the flying sand and the cultivation of the first level of concentration, Zhuang Zhiming, who had the advantage, looked at Zhu Yi in the flying sand, as if he was looking at a lamb to be slaughtered, constantly speaking wild words and humiliating him.

"Damn, I didn't expect that there was a gap in cultivation, and it would even affect the power of the power of concussion, just a few knives, it only made his blood boil a little, and it didn't even affect his strength. ”

Listening to Zhuang Zhiming's ridicule, Zhu Yi calmed down, he guessed that this kind of flying sand and stone martial arts would definitely not last too long, so he simply closed his eyes and calmed down.

Zhuang Zhiming saw that there was no way to provoke Zhu Yi again, so he frantically used his long sword and kept attacking him, and the cracking sound of the fire shield kept ringing in the Colosseum.

When the energy in Zhu Yi's dantian was almost exhausted, the flying sand and stones floating in the air finally disappeared, he didn't think about it, he directly used the method of concussion, and split Huashan with one move, and slashed straight towards Zhuang Zhiming, who had just been locked by him.

"The Secret Method of Dark Stone - Stone Heavy Sword!"

In the face of Zhu Yi's quick reaction, Zhuang Zhiming hurriedly urged his strength, and quickly condensed the long sword in his hand into an eight-foot-long and half-foot-wide heavy sword, with a strong energy, facing the oncoming tiger roaring knife.

"Bang!"

One move to split Huashan was able to block the heavy sword condensed by countless stones, Zhuang Zhiming was a little surprised at first, but his eyes soon revealed a trace of vicious gaze.

He shook his wrist again, and then the heavy sword immediately turned into countless stones, and with the whistling sound of breaking the wind, it scattered towards Zhu Yi overwhelmingly.

However, Zhu Yi's energy at this time had already been exhausted, and the dantian was already empty, but there was no way to use the fire shield technique again, even if he had a spiritual weapon armor to protect himself, but after being hit by countless stones, this feeling was a hundred times more painful than the torture of the nail board.

"Ahh

The sharp pain from all over his body made Zhu Yi almost faint, but he roared, then bit the tip of his tongue violently, and stood down with a tiger roaring knife.

"Yo, you can still stand, but you have a backbone, I don't know if you can be so tough after I break your tendons and tendons!"

Zhuang Zhiming saw that Zhu Yi could still stand under his trick, which made his heart suddenly glow, and the long sword in his hand shook, and the tip of the sword pointed directly at Zhu Yi's wrist.

"Drink!"

The strength was gone, but Zhu Yi still had some strength, and he endured the pain on his body that could make people faint, he waved the tiger roaring knife and met Zhuang Zhiming's long sword.

It's a pity that the strength is no match for the strength after all, after the sword intersects, Zhu Yi only feels that his wrists are sore, and his body is even more sudden, he hurriedly used the tiger roar knife against the ground, and then stopped his body.

In fact, when the battle in the ring is fought to this extent, the victory or defeat is already obvious, as long as Zhu Yi surrenders, he will not have to suffer any more.

However, for Zhu Yi in this battle, even if it is a fiasco, he must not surrender!

Originally, he didn't think much about victory or defeat, after all, victory or defeat was a common thing for cultivators, but Zhuang Zhiming's constant insults made Zhu Yi not have the slightest intention of surrendering.

Even in the face of seemingly invincible opponents, you have to fight with all your might, if you don't even have the courage to fight to the end, then what's the point of cultivating!

Retreating is never Zhu Yi's style, even if he dies in battle, he will not frown.

After standing firm, Zhu Yi turned his knife horizontally and smiled at Zhuang Zhiming: "Come on, see if I can still block your sword." ”

"Look for death!"

According to Zhuang Zhiming's estimate, Zhu Yi could at most carry his flying sand and stone walking martial arts to the end, but what he didn't expect was that he not only resisted to the end of the martial arts, but also blocked him with two moves, which made him suddenly become angry, and once again condensed the stone heavy sword in his hand, swung it into the air, and slashed it hard.

"Bang!"

In the face of such a blow, Zhu Yi only resisted it with the Tiger Roar Knife for a moment, and then he could no longer support it, and his arm was bent from a straight state to a sudden pressure.

And Zhuang Zhiming seemed to want to humiliate Zhu Yi again, but he didn't take advantage of the victory to pursue, but his hands exerted fierce force, and he pressed down the stone heavy sword.

"Boom!"

The extremely strong force made the stone slab under Zhu Yi's feet directly shatter into four petals, and his body was slowly pressed down by this force, but Zhuang Zhiming continued to exert force, as if he wanted Zhu Yi to kneel in front of him.

"Don't think!"

Zhu Yi discovered Zhuang Zhiming's intentions, bit the tip of his tongue again, straightened his horse steps, and actually used the tiger roaring knife to lift the stone heavy sword up a little.

"Hahaha, sooner or later you have to kneel, don't do this kind of useless work. Feeling the strength of Zhu Yi's outburst of resistance, Zhuang Zhiming looked disdainful, and directly poured a breath of energy, went to the stone heavy sword, and then pressed it down violently.