"Zhuang Zhiming, it's your turn now!"

After winning easily, Zhu Yi did not plan to rest and recover his strength, but shouted loudly to Zhuang Zhiming, who was sitting in the audience.

He wasn't too surprised that Ling Ao had admitted defeat, after all, the palm just now, but his full blow, if it was put on Zhu Yi himself, I am afraid it would take a long time to eliminate the power of shock.

And Ling Ao, who had not been exposed to the power of shock at all, it was impossible to easily eliminate this force, the reason why he surrendered was that he was self-aware, knowing that Lu Dao did not have the certainty of defeating Zhu Yi, how could he dare to fight again.

It's a pity that Zhu Yi didn't leave room at all when he made a move, even if Ling Ao admitted defeat in time, he didn't escape the fate of being beaten and vomiting blood, this time he could say that he could no longer raise his head in front of Zhu Yi, and even among the students of Daming, I don't know how many people in Lu Dao would continue to listen to him.

Taking advantage of the defeat of Ling Ao, Zhu Yi's momentum at this time increased sharply, he looked at Zhuang Zhiming with a big smile, and said in an extremely arrogant tone: "What are you still sitting on it?

Zhuang Zhiming had been provoked like this, although he was a little surprised that Zhu Yi easily defeated Ling Ao, but his cultivation had already reached the level of condensation, but he was not afraid of Zhu Yi, who was only at the seventh level of qi cultivation.

Hearing this provocation, he immediately drew his sword, and was ready to jump into the Colosseum in the same way that Zhu Yi appeared before.

However, the old man with a half-black and half-white beard sitting next to him suddenly grabbed him and said lightly: "Don't be angry, he just won a sentence, his momentum is strong, if you rashly do something with him, you will inevitably be pressed by him, hang him for a while, and then talk about it when his momentum is weak." ”

Although none of the people present saw the power of Zhu Yi's move to defeat Ling Ao, the old man saw that he was accumulating momentum and stopped Zhuang Zhiming's move to face the battle.

Zhuang Zhiming, who was about to teach Zhu Yi a hard lesson, was stopped by the old man like this, and his momentum was reduced by half first, but because of the identity of this old man, he still sat down and thanked him in a low voice: "Xie Lu Xie Wang Elder for guidance." ”

Elder Wang's attention at this time was all on Zhu Yi, as if he wanted to see something different from him, and then tell Zhuang Zhiming, so he didn't notice the dissatisfaction in his eyes.

However, how could Zhu Yi give them the opportunity to study their martial arts, he looked at Zhuang Zhiming again, and said with disdain: "Zhuang Zhiming, why don't you dare to come down to fight, don't worry, I won't attack your throat again this time." ”

As soon as these words came out, Zhuang Zhiming's face suddenly became gloomy, a month ago, Zhu Yi used a wooden thorn to leave a not too deep blood hole on his neck, although this injury did not endanger his life, but it was regarded by Zhuang Zhiming as a lifelong shame.

After all, in front of thousands of people, being held to his throat by a person whose cultivation was inferior to him, and it was when the other party did not use his strength, no matter what the situation was, it made Zhuang Zhiming lose his face.

At this time, Zhu Yi brought up the old matter again, which made Zhuang Zhiming how could he wait any longer, he scolded loudly: "Zhu Yi, you are rampant, today I will return all the shame I suffered a month ago back to you!"

After that, Zhuang Zhiming stepped on the seat, like a dragonfly dotting water, stepped on a few more seats, jumped into the Colosseum.

"It's a good elegant body method, this wind phantom footwork is worthy of being a Xuan-level lower body method, the movements are fast and light, it seems that Zhuang Zhiming has practiced the second step to the realm of Xiaocheng. ”

The sharp-eyed student immediately recognized Zhuang Zhiming's body technique, and this exclamation reached Zhuang Zhiming's ears, making him suddenly proud, this wind phantom footwork, he has been practicing for more than ten years, and he just made a breakthrough not long ago, and he just used it to deal with Zhu Yi today.

However, his sudden act of flying up made Elder Wang frown, and he snorted coldly in a low voice: "Rotten wood can't be carved!" After that, he withdrew his gaze from paying attention to Zhu Yi, closed his eyes, and learned from Lin Lao to fall asleep.

"Pretending? I'll do it too!"

Watching Zhuang Zhiming fly down, Zhu Yi estimated the time in his heart, and when he was only one zhang high from the ground, he suddenly stepped on the ground with his right foot, and the tiger roaring knife that sank into the ground with the entire blade of the knife came out of the ground with a 'boom' sound and catapulted into the air!

Zhuang Zhiming, who was falling, suddenly felt a hint of danger, looked down, but found a big knife, which suddenly emerged from the ground, and then shot into the air, in the direction of facing him.

This situation made Zhuang Zhiming's face change color suddenly, but he knew that Zhu Yi's big knife had a weight of six hundred catties, and it was ejected at this time, and the power was more than a thousand catties!

All this is a matter of an instant, Zhuang Zhiming is in the air at this time, he can't borrow his strength, there is no way to deal with it, in addition to scolding Zhu Yi for being despicable, he actually made a sneak attack at this time, and he can only use his strength to condense a rock shield in front of him, and protect the vital point with both hands, so as not to be seriously injured.

However, it wasn't until Zhuang Zhiming landed that he was not attacked at all, but his timid move of protecting his head with one hand and his chest with the other attracted laughter from all the students.

Looking at the mocking smile on Zhu Yi's face, Zhuang Zhiming realized that he was tricked by Zhu Yi, and he was about to swing his sword and cut it over.

"Stop, I haven't shouted to start yet!"

The referee stopped Zhuang Zhiming, looked at the Tiger Roaring Knife that was still rising with some worry, afraid that it would suddenly fall, and hurriedly asked the two if they were ready, and then shouted to start, and left the field in a hurry.

This made Zhuang Zhiming furious in his heart, the momentum of this thing, what he paid attention to was to be in one go, and he was blocked repeatedly, which made him feel depressed, and his breath was not smooth, and his right hand holding the sword began to tremble a little.

"Xuanzhi True Flame - Eight Wind Palm!"

Zhu Yi's momentum has been kept in a very stable state, after the referee tutor just left the field, he turned his strength, his hands condensed almost transparent flames, his palms were phantom like the wind, and he waved out again and again, and eight palm prints with fire hit Zhuang Zhiming's chest.

"Carving insect skills!"

Zhuang Zhiming, who had just smoothed out the qi in his body, saw Zhu Yi taking advantage of this surprise attack, his face was very disdainful, and he immediately waved his long sword and poured qi into it.

I saw a dazzling pale yellow light flashing, and Zhu Yi's Eight Wind Palm was blocked by this array of Zhuang Zhiming's long sword.

"Wow, this is the Feisha Colorful Swordsmanship, a Xuan-level mid-grade martial art, divided into seven colors, I didn't expect Zhuang Zhiming to have practiced to the third layer, it seems that he has a bigger chance of winning today." ”

After seeing Zhu Yi's previous move to defeat Ling Ao, the students in the audience did not dare to assert who would definitely win at this time.

After Zhuang Zhiming's initial panic, he quickly regained his calm, after all, it was the swordsmanship and martial arts he had cultivated since he was a child, and when he used it, it could be regarded as flawless, coupled with the advantage of cultivation, it was easy to block Zhu Yi's attack.

"Flame of Flame—Eight Wind Palms!"

Although all the attacks were blocked, Zhu Yi didn't seem to see it, and once again used the Eight Wind Palm, burning the palm prints of raging flames, and roared towards the other party one after another.

Zhuang Zhiming had a disdainful smile on his face, his left hand behind his back, and with just his right hand to use the sword, he blocked all of Zhu Yi's Eight Wind Palms, although the fire was splashing, it did not cause him any damage.

"Wasn't you quite crazy just now? Is that all you can do?"

After dispersing Zhu Yi's Eight Wind Palm again, seeing that he did not continue to attack, Zhuang Zhiming immediately taunted him with a disdainful tone, wanting to regain a little face first.

However, Zhu Yi didn't pay attention to his plans at all, he stood quietly in place, listening to the sound of the wind breaking getting closer and closer above his head, and suddenly poured energy into his legs, and then squatted down slightly, his legs bent slightly, and made a jumping movement.

"What kind of martial arts is this? Are you going to pounce and bite me?"

Relying on the advantage of cultivation, Zhuang Zhiming, who had blocked Zhu Yi's two attacks in a row, was a little carried away at this time, completely forgetting where the Tiger Roar Knife that shot into the air just now went.

"Drink!"

As the rapid sound of breaking wind got closer and closer, Zhu Yi's right foot kicked the ground violently, his body 'swished', jumping more than two feet high, and his arms, which had already been full of energy, were hurriedly raised above his head, and when the tiger roaring knife was about to fall on top of his head, his hands exerted twelve points of strength and firmly grasped the handle of the knife.

"The sound of thunder - force splitting Huashan!"

The six-hundred-pound Tiger Roar Knife was shocked by him and flew dozens of meters, and the force of the fall had already reached the weight of thousands of catties, even though Zhu Yi had already prepared for it, he still felt as if his arms were about to be dislocated.

But fortunately, Zhu Yi's arm was successfully quenched not long ago, and he could barely resist the force of this pull, and when he fell, he hurriedly used the Broken Yue Knife Technique, holding the Tiger Roar Knife with both hands, and slashed directly at Zhuang Zhiming.

"Rock Shield!"

When Zhu Yi jumped into the air, Zhuang Zhiming remembered the existence of the Tiger Roaring Knife, but at this time, it was too late to attack or dodge, he could only condense a rock shield again, and then put the long sword across his head.

"Bang!"

In less than half a breath, Zhu Yi held the Tiger Roar Knife and landed in front of Zhuang Zhiming, and before his feet completely fell to the ground, the blade of the Tiger Roaring Knife had already slashed into the opponent's strength shield.

The power of these thousands of catties of falling, coupled with Zhu Yi's strength and strength, could have been able to resist the rock shield of the Eight Wind Palms three times, but at this time, it did not play a defensive role, and as soon as it was cut by the Tiger Roaring Knife, it suddenly exploded and fell to pieces, and the condensed stones fell to the ground with a bang.

"Wow!"

After the rock shield was shattered, the sword momentum of the Tiger Roaring Knife was still unabated, and then it slashed at the long sword raised by Zhuang Zhiming, his high-grade long sword was bent into a sixty-degree shape in an instant, and the front end of the Tiger Roaring Knife had even hit Zhuang Zhiming's forehead!