Everyone looked at the two people in the ring, one represented Yang Zhao and the other represented Jin Yiwei. Or one represents the Ming Emperor and the other represents the Yan King. However, there are very few people who can see this, and a few people on the high platform can be counted as a part, and the rest is not known.

Zhao Yang looked at Wang Yi with a calm expression, and was very angry, why can you be indifferent, why this competition is up to you.

The angry force has swallowed up Zhao Yang's reason, and the only thing he wants to do now is to kill the person in front of him to wash away his shame.

"Don't worry, I won't kill you. Zhao Yang licked his dry lips and smiled weirdly, "It's just that you have to spend the rest of your life in bed." ”

Wang Yi was of course very angry at Zhao Yang's words, but he felt that no matter how much he said, it was better to be ruthless. Didn't he want to spend the rest of his life in bed?

Good.

Then let him know what blood tastes like.

Wang Yi turned him around and looked at the gentleman who was presiding over the meeting, and the gentleman picked up the incense in his hand, lit it slowly, and the fragrance slowly wafted out.

"In the ring, don't hurt people's lives, and don't use cultivation. ”

Wang Yi nodded and said, "Naturally." ”

Zhao Yang said impatiently: "I know, let's start." ”

The gentleman shouted: "Baizi Dynasty Test, the twenty-third group, Youzhou Wang Yi vs. Chang'an Zhaoyang, start." ”

When the voice fell, Zhao Yang burst out, and swung a punch at Wang Yi, a powerful feeling of suffocation came from above the fist, and if you look closely, there is a faint starlight circulating above the fist.

You can't use cultivation in the ring, okay, then I can't use Starlight to break the rules.

On the high platform, Lu Zhong stood up suddenly, and he was about to go forward and stop it. Yang Zhao stretched out a sleeve, "Hey, Lord Lu, Zhao Yang didn't violate the rules, did you say yes, Mr. Han." ”

Lu Zhong looked at Mr. Han angrily, expecting him to shake his head to signal Zhao Yang's violation, but unfortunately, Mr. Han nodded, "Yes, there is no violation." ”

Lu Zhong grabbed the handle on the chair to vent his anger, what two bastards.

Everyone present also saw the circulation of the starlight on Zhao Yang's fist, and looked at Wang Yi with pity, and Ma Shun even ran to the side of the gentleman to protest this move.

However, the gentleman shook his head and signaled that the game would not be suspended. Ma Shun was so angry that he scolded Baizi for being unfair, and all the books you read were read into the dog's stomach.

Rolling up his sleeves, he was about to enter the field, but he was stopped by a few ordinary-looking scholars, Ma Shun looked at the starlight flowing on several people, and no longer dared to move. One can only pray that Wang Yi will appear miraculously.

Li Yuan was disdainful, this has to be exploited, and the Yang family is really not good. However, he was also a little curious if this Wang Yi could take this punch.

Wang Yi stood in place, he saw the flow of starlight above the fist, and he was familiar with the smell. The right hand was slowly raised, and the starlight began to converge on Wang Yi's left hand, forming the shape of a sword.

During the years of studying with that old man, Wang Yi had met a swordsman, and it was a real swordsman. In the middle of a big river, the swordsman handed out a sword, the old man sat quietly on the big river, quietly accepted the sword, and suddenly the river diverted, and on the waterbank, countless winds sounded, spreading in all directions.

At that time, Wang Yi knew that the swordsman could be so chic.

Wang Yi took the invisible sword composed of Xinghui and slashed at Zhao Yang.

Rumble.

The two starlights finally collided together.

Zhao Yang's figure flew upside down and fell not far away, clutching his chest, blood slowly flowing out of his mouth. And Wang Yi was also uncomfortable, the invisible sword in his hand fell to the ground, blood overflowed from the corner of his mouth, and the wound on his face began to ache faintly. The stone slab on which his feet stepped on the spot had already collapsed, and the clothes on his body were torn by the strength of his fists and sword qi countless places.

The starlight in his body began to slow down, and at the first moment of fighting, Wang Yi felt a starlight higher than his own, which was the starlight of his true life, far more huge than the starlight of his own spirit.

The reason why he could tie it was because the swordsman who taught him his kendo was too high, and if he didn't restrict the use of cultivation, Wang Yi would be defeated at the first time.

But now it's also a lose-lose scene, and it seems that he still has an advantage.

None of the people present were optimistic about Wang Yi, because in the rumors, Wang Yi would not practice, and Zhao Yang, who was in the true destiny realm, naturally won without any suspense, and the current result was beyond everyone's expectations.

Li Yuan casually shouted loudly next to him: "Okay." ”

Ma Shun didn't scold them for bullying people, but focused on Wang Yi's competition.

On the high platform, Lu Zhong smiled from the bottom of his heart for the first time. Yang Zhao looked dull, obviously dissatisfied, Mr. Han touched his beard and smiled without saying a word.

Zhao Yang got up from the ground, holding the broken right hand with his left hand, and stood up with difficulty, the broken right hand made him feel ashamed, he thought that Wang Yi was a mortal, but he didn't expect this kid to have Xinghui, and the most hateful thing was that the sword just now could block his family heirloom.

This made him angry, and Zhao Yang attacked again, he couldn't allow himself to fail, or put it in the hands of an unknown person.

The gentlemen who maintained the ring had to tighten the protection of the ring to avoid the fight from harming the surrounding students.

Wang Yi picked up the invisible sword again, unhurriedly, and met Zhao Yang again. Zhao Yang shouted frantically and attacked Wang Yi.

The fist and the sword collided again, and the fighting spirit of the two people became stronger and stronger, regardless of Zhao Yang's means, Wang Yi was in danger and fought with swordsmanship. Between Wang Yi's eyebrows, he did not appear tired as the battle continued, but slowly became complacent, because Zhao Yang's attack was already manageable for Wang Yi.

So being beaten is not Wang Yi's style, so how to fight back.

He remembered that in "Spring Breeze", he had contacted countless times, and the breeze was blowing.

Wang Yi's eyes brightened even more, and he thought about why he didn't succeed in cultivating, the key to his state of mind.

The breeze blows on the shore, symbolizing the broken mirror and danger, still moving forward, handing out his sword.

Isn't that now?

Wang Yi withdrew the invisible sword and stood in front of him. Not far away, Zhao Yang, dressed roughly, hung there weakly with his right hand.

Zhao Yang frowned, and he also felt that Wang Yi Xinghui was gathering rapidly, and it should be the last blow.

Zhao Yang took a deep breath, slowly gathered Xinghui on his index finger, and then pointed out and went straight to Wang Yi.

Wang Yi's dilapidated appearance fell in the eyes of everyone, and it was inevitable that he was a little unbearable, just like a child, facing a beast. After all, how could the starlight of the Gathering Spirit compare to the starlight of the real life.

Zhao Yang kept approaching Wang Yi, because he felt that Wang Yi was still gathering momentum, and he didn't eat much for nothing, in the eyes of everyone, Zhao Yang had already come to Wang Yi.

"The breeze blows on the shore. ”

Wang Yi stabbed out with a sword.

The sword roared like a rainbow, Wang Yi's clothes surged, and he stabbed out with a sword. At this moment, everything is holding its head, and the heavens and the earth are silent. Wang Yi's face was no longer tired and dilapidated, but replaced by a spring breeze.

Rumble.

The two forces collided together, and countless tinnitus sounded in the ears of everyone present, which was worth covering their ears. On the high platform, Yang Zhao's figure flashed, and he came to the ring, and Lu Zhong also followed. are all looking for Wang Yi and Zhao Yang.

Mr. Han had a serious expression on his face, thinking that he was in a bad mood. The gentleman in charge of presiding over the ring also hurriedly walked into the ring to prevent them from fighting again.

The smoke cleared, and Zhao Yang landed in a corner of the ring, his face on the ground, motionless, not knowing whether he was alive or dead. Wang Yi sat paralyzed in the ring, blood spit out from his mouth, and the invisible sword in his hand had dissipated, which was regrettable.

Lu Zhong stepped forward, took out the elixir from his arms, and fed it to Wang Yi, who was sitting on the ground, and then Xinghui entered Wang Yi's body to help him heal his injuries and prevent accidents.

Yang Zhao walked behind Zhao Yang and helped his nephew, and after making sure that he was not dead, Xinghui entered Zhao Yang's body to help him recover.

There was a dead silence all around.

Yang Zhao's face gradually became gloomy, and the anger in his eyes began to gather. Put down Zhao Yang and slowly walked towards Wang Yi.

Lu Zhong stepped forward and stood between the two of them.

"What is Lord Yang going to do?"

"At such a young age, so ruthless, I dared to abolish my nephew, and today I will discipline you on behalf of your parents. ”

Yang Zhao said, the hem of the clothes rose without wind, and the starlight slowly condensed. Lu Zhong smiled, and then an even more powerful starlight appeared in the world, competing with Yang Zhao.

For a moment, there was a stalemate.

Li Yuan was not far away, drinking the wine in his hand, and now he really admired Wang Yi. There is a word that came about, Mr. just handed it over, yes, the more you look at it, the more instantaneous.

Damn, that's a model for us cultivators.

Ma Shun looked like a thief, and the signal in his sleeve was ready at any time, and when the two big men fought, he directly called for support, no matter who you are, if you moved the people of Jinyiwei, take it away directly and drink tea.

You are Yang Yucheng, I'm sorry, it's useless. Tomorrow I will play Your Majesty, saying that you are in contact with foreign countries and intend to commit treason. No way, who told us to have privileges.

Countless people were terrified on the sidelines, after all, it was not a trivial matter for these two to fight in Chang'an City, and it was estimated that they could be stabbed to His Majesty Emperor Ming.

The gentlemen around the ring were all grim and nervous, but no one dared to take a step forward to stop the two from fighting, and they couldn't retreat, they could only surround the two of them, waiting for someone who could speak to say a word.

Who is the one who can speak?

All eyes were on the platform. Good guy, you really have a big heart, Mr. Han is squinting his eyes and sleeping.

After a while, Xu didn't hear the movement of the fight, Mr. Han slowly stretched his waist, yawned unhurriedly, looked at the two people with angry eyes and smiled.

"Are you kidding me?" said the old man as he stood up and smiled.