Xia Yi slowly regained his feet on the stage, which immediately sparked a burst of cheers and applause, mixed with countless whistles.

The people who cheered were not Xia Yi's relatives, and as Xia Yi's supporters, they didn't care about Xia Yi's injuries as much as Xia Ye and Yin Chuyu.

All they care about is a good game, and the outcome is the victory.

Previously, Xia Yi singled out three fourth-grade martial artists in a row, which gave them a great sense of expectation, and they were looking forward to this competition with Sun Jimeng, Xia Yi was also able to complete the counter-killing.

Therefore, when they saw Xia Yi insisting on fighting, they all boiled.

And the rest of the people are not optimistic about the result of Xia Yi continuing to fight, in their opinion, Sun Jimeng is a realm higher, and he still holds a second-grade magic weapon in his hand, he is almost invincible, and it makes no sense for Xia Yi to persist any longer.

After all, this is just a competition, not a life-and-death duel, and it is of little significance.

However, since Xia Yi still chooses to continue fighting, they will not stop it, it all depends on personal wishes.

Xia Yi stood opposite Sun Jimeng, looking at the Striking Sword in his hand that exuded a pale golden halo, squinting his eyes and muttering to himself.

"The second-grade magic weapon, the sword of the gods?"

This seemed to be asking Sun Jimeng, Sun Jimeng looked at Xia Yi, who was knocked out by the divine sword and still had the strength to stand up, he was completely stunned, and could only nod sneeringly, which was regarded as answering Xia Yi's question.

How did Sun Jimeng know that his sword directly shattered Xia Yi's 'talisman', which was equivalent to the full force of a six-rank martial artist, making Xia Yi almost faint.

But he still stood up.

"The second-grade magic weapon is really rare. Xia Yi's eyes looked at the Divine Sword for a long time, as if he had fallen in love with this Divine Sword.

Seeing that he was ignored by Xia Yi, Sun Jimeng's previous shock was swept away, and he immediately raised his sword and glared at Xia Yi angrily: "I warn you, the sword is ruthless, if you continue to fight and be injured by the sword, don't blame me for being ruthless!"

Xia Yi smiled and didn't speak, but clenched his fists with both hands.

"I can still withstand a 'Excalibur' attack, only that one chance. As if to remind himself of the key to fighting, Xia Yi muttered to himself.

Sun Jimeng saw that Xia Yi didn't seem to be joking, it seemed that he really wanted to continue fighting, he admired Xia Yi's tenacity a little, and was more annoyed that he was looked down upon by Xia Yi.

You still dare to challenge me with a second-grade magic weapon? You really have no one in your eyes!

Sun Jimeng didn't say a word, he threw up the sword in his hand and slashed at Xia Yi in the air.

There were strong aura fluctuations in the air, and this time Xia Yi did not rely on sensing aura to dodge, but relied on his eyes to stare at Sun Jimeng's movements to dodge the attack of the Divine Sword.

With a "swish", Xia Yi rushed straight towards Sun Jimeng from the same place.

A pale golden 'whip' appeared where Xia Yi was standing before, and with a crisp sound of "popping", a deep trace appeared on the stone slab of the martial arts platform. Look at the smooth marks, as smooth as a red-hot stick inserted into wax.

When Sun Jimeng saw Xia Yi's movements, he was not in a hurry, his body quickly retreated, and at the same time, he mobilized the sword in his hand to shoot back.

"Left!"

Xia Yi muttered a sentence in his mouth, his toes touched the ground, his body quickly changed direction to the left, dodging the sword that swept through the air, Xia Yi rushed towards Sun Jimeng, constantly narrowing the distance between the two.

Seeing Xia Yi constantly approaching, Sun Jimeng was slightly flustered, but he didn't panic, he calmly withdrew his sword and faced Xia Yi in front of him in the form of a sword.

The three swords of "Boom" came with the sound of breaking through the air, and Xia Yi hurriedly dodged.

Twisting left and right, and even leaning back, Xia Yi quickly dodged the attack of the Divine Sword, while also constantly approaching Sun Jimeng.

Tu Shifang saw Xia Yi's movements, his eyes couldn't help but light up, and he praised it greatly: "This body method is really good, dodging the sword at the smallest angle, and taking into account the distance between him and the opponent, this kind of body method must have gone through thousands of improvements to reach the realm, is this Xia Yi's true strength?"

In Tu Shifang's admiration, Xia Yi quickly narrowed the distance between him and Sun Jimeng, and the distance between the two was constantly getting smaller at a speed visible to the naked eye.

At this time, Sun Jimeng finally panicked. If Xia Yi is allowed to get close to him, at a very close distance, the sword of the god will not be able to exert its power at all - this second-grade magic weapon only has the ability to become longer, but it cannot be shortened into a dagger as a weapon, maybe this is the defect that it cannot become a first-grade magic weapon.

Sun Jimeng quickly stepped back, trying to widen the distance between him and Xia Yi, but at this time he no longer had to use the Divine Sword to stop Xia Yi.

This scene was unexpected.

"What a shame!"

Many people couldn't help but start shaking their heads when they saw Sun Jimeng holding a second-grade magic weapon in his hand and being chased by Xia Yi everywhere, it was really a miracle soldier, and he followed the wrong master, and it was just a handful of broken copper and iron.

Xia Yi's eyes were firmly fixed on Sun Jimeng in front of him, and in the process of chasing, he did not forget to activate a spirit rune in the palm of his hand.

Xia Yi's feet suddenly caught wind under his feet, and he accelerated his speed and rushed towards Sun Jimeng.

"Huh?" The elders under the stage heard this scene and let out puzzled voices in unison. "It's getting faster in an instant? Could it be that Xia Yi has been hiding his strength all along?"

Tu Shifang looked at Xia Yi on the martial arts stage and was silent.

After Xia Yi used the spirit rune to speed up, it didn't take much effort to catch up with Sun Jimeng.

"Grab!" "Back Fall!" "Left Fist!" "Right Fist!" "Elbow Strike!" "Head Hammer!"

The moment he approached Sun Jimeng, Xia Yi reached out and grabbed Sun Jimeng's collar, looking at Sun Jimeng with a panicked face, Xia Yi calmly showed a cruel smile.

A series of blows were thrown into Sun Jimeng's face one after another, and almost instantly, he was already inhuman.

"It's over! This is the real end!" Zhu Xiaoxiao saw this scene, pretending to be Zhang Jingyi's previous tone, and repeated his words.

Zhang Jingyi glanced at Zhu Xiaoxiao, ignored her revenge, and just quietly watched Xia Yi, who was still beating Sun Jimeng on the martial arts stage.

The blood flowers stirred in the air, Sun Jimeng had no strength to resist at all, and hung his head weakly, hanging low like a pig's head, almost losing consciousness.

The crowd around them had quieted down, and looking at Xia Yi's continuous punches, a sense of foreboding gradually emerged in everyone's hearts.

Xia Yi raised his right fist high, aiming at Sun Jimeng's temple and about to blast down.

"Stop!"

There was a loud shout from the sidelines, covering the light cry in Xia Yi's mouth.

Xia Yi's right fist stopped in the air and never fell again. Grabbing Sun Jimeng's left hand and letting go, Sun Jimeng fell on the stage like a puddle of mud.

At the same time, several figures on the sidelines rushed to the stage.

Xia Yi rolled his eyes and leaned back.

When he was about to fall on the stage, Yin Chuyu hugged him behind his back, his face full of concern.