Song Yi's ring was always on his hand, but because it was so inconspicuous, Zhao Hua never thought that it was actually an extremely precious "blood weapon" in the sect.
"Blood Magic Artifact? How could he have a Blood Magic Artifact?...How could he have a Blood Magic Artifact!"
The shock in Zhao Hua's eyes was beyond words.
"boom!"
At the moment when Zhao Hua was distracted, Song Yi reached out and grabbed the ring in the air. His aura surged, and he slapped it hard. With a loud bang, Zhao Hua flew away.
"Big brother!——"
The surrounding Iron Sword Sect disciples exclaimed in surprise.
This scene happened so suddenly that even Yang Ji was caught off guard.
Song Yi at this moment is much stronger than before!
"Blood Magic Artifact? What is Blood Magic Artifact? What on earth is that ring?"
Yang Ji's heart was shaken one after another.
This is the first time he has heard the words "blood magic weapon" since he came into contact with martial arts!
"Boom!"
In the square, Song Yi did not hesitate, moved his body, and used the "Devil Ape Shaking Fist" and the strange ring in his hand, and blasted towards Zhao Hua at a thunderous speed. In the blood-filled light, he could only hear a sneer:
"Zhao Hua, you are really unwilling to give up. You have to force me to use this blood magic ring. I have already said that you are no longer my opponent. Even if you correct the Baxia Futian Fist, so what? My progress
You’ll never catch up!…”
Amidst the sneer, it hit the ground with a bang, creating a huge hole. Zhao Hua escaped before he could make a move.
"No, your blood magic weapon has not been refined yet, it is still a semi-finished product! -"
Zhao Hua's voice came from the square.
"Hmph! So what if it's a semi-finished product? It's more than enough to deal with you!"
Song Yi didn't deny it at all. The blood on his head was filled with blood. He raised his right hand and hit it with the "Demon Ape Hammer" again.
Boom boom boom!
One move after another, Song Yi still used his strongest "Demon Ape Shaking World Fist". But unlike before, Song Yi steadily suppressed Zhao Hua with the help of the ring in his hand.
The "Ba Xia Fu Tian Fist" was still the same "Ba Xia Fu Tian Fist", but Zhao Hua was retreating steadily and could no longer resist it.
The competition has reached this point, and the surrounding Iron Sword Sect disciples have long been stunned.
"How's it going? Old man. I've told you before that you will lose again this time!"
On Tieguan Mountain, the elders of the Iron Sword Sect smiled widely, changing their previous heaviness and depression.
"How despicable! Is this interesting? In order to win, you actually gave him something like the 'Iron Mother'."
The elder of the Iron Crown Sect looked ashen.
"Hahaha, we are different from you. Our Iron Sword Sect has always been generous. And... we are not as shameless as you think. That ring was not given to him, but something he fought for. A man who has repeatedly brought glory to the sect.
Disciple, do you think you are not worthy of rewards?"
The elder of the Iron Sword Sect laughed loudly. He lifted his robe and slowly stood up from his seat. At this point in the game, it can basically be said to be over.
Song Yi's talent, martial arts, reflexes, and skills are all inferior to Zhao Hua. Now with the help of the "ring", his skills are even better, and Zhao Hua has no hope.
"Hahaha, since the Iron Crown Sect is not that hospitable, we won't stay any longer and this visit will end here! -"
The Iron Sword Sect elder flicked his sleeves and felt relaxed in his heart. Although many accidents occurred, this "visit" was undoubtedly a complete success. It achieved the effect of his visit.
"At the end of the day, this competition will be revealed to the court..."
The elder of the Iron Sword Sect looked into the distance with a mysterious smile on his face.
…
In the square in the distance, Zhao Hua was repelled again and again by Song Yi. He could only parry but had no power to fight back.
Many Iron Sword Sect disciples who followed Zhao Hua couldn't help but turn away. They couldn't bear to see him.
"Blood Magic Artifact... Blood Magic Artifact... Are we going to lose to him again this time?"
Zhao Hua's heart sank.
Song Yi is still Song Yi, but the pressure it puts on him is completely different. Even Zhao Hua himself feels a little discouraged.
"How unwilling!"
Zhao Hua said with hatred in his heart.
He originally rose up at the same time as Song Yi, but he watched Song Yi surpass him day by day. Even ordinary people couldn't bear this feeling, let alone the arrogant Zhao Hua!
"Blood Magic Artifact. Blood Magic Artifact!..."
Zhao Hua's heart was heavy. He was not afraid of Song Yi, but with the addition of a blood magic weapon... even he felt like giving up.
"Step forward and leave, bow your head!——"
At this moment, a clear voice suddenly came.
This voice came out of the blue, and seemed to know his "Ba Xia Fu Tian Fist" very well. Even Zhao Hua himself didn't react, his body had already reacted.
Bang! Bang!
There were two earth-shaking loud noises in succession, Zhao Hua stepped on his feet in succession, and after changing twice in succession, without even thinking about it, he blasted out with the move "Overlord Hand".
"Boom!"
In the eyes of a pair of surprised eyes, Zhao Hua's fist actually passed through Song Yi's ribs, grabbing the fleeting and undetectable flaw and gap, and before the bloody light on Song Yi's head exploded,
It hit him hard on the chest.
"boom!"
When Song Yi screamed in pain and flew out, everyone was shocked. The elder of the Iron Sword Sect who had already taken several steps on Tieguan Mountain stopped suddenly as he was hit hard.
"impossible!"
The Iron Sword Sect elder's eyes widened, and in the flash of lightning, this was the only thought in his mind. Song Yi didn't lose even when he didn't have a blood magic weapon, but when he had a blood magic weapon, he was actually knocked away.
"who?--"
In the distance, Song Yi bounced up as if he had been electrocuted the moment he fell. His heart was filled with ups and downs. The first thing he did after standing up was not to think of ways to be wary of Zhao Hua, but instead to look at the whole place with cold eyes.
, looking for the person who just spoke.
That blow was not within Zhao Hua's ability at all. Song Yi had fought against him many times, and it was absolutely impossible for Zhao Hua's ability to see that tiny flaw.
In fact, it was a "flaw" that was not considered a flaw at all. Even Song Yi never thought that it was still a flaw.
As long as Zhao Hua's attack speed is just a little slower or faster, then the final result will not be that he is injured, but Zhao Hua will humiliate himself and bear his full blow.
"Who is it?——"
Song Yi's face turned livid, murderous intent appeared in his eyes, and he said sternly again.
However, the entire square was silent, everyone lowered their heads, and no one responded.
"Huh, Song Yi. Can't you afford to lose?"
Zhao Hua also reacted after the initial shock. Song Yi didn't know who was helping him, but Zhao Hua was all too familiar with it.
But precisely because of this, Zhao Hua couldn't let him find out.
"Song Yi, take another move from me!"
Zhao Hua stepped forward and rushed towards Song Yi with a roar like a cannonball.
“Don’t overestimate your capabilities!”
Song Yi's face was as cold as frost, and his pocket trembled. The blood-filled light shocked Zhao Hua out again. He stepped on his feet. Just when Song Yi was about to "eye for an eye, tooth for tooth", that clear voice sounded again.
:
"Tread the Sunda into the distance, and dominate the land below!——"
"laugh!"
In mid-air, the colors were blurred, and with a loud sound, a cold light shot out like a dragon towards the place where the sound came from.
"Buzz!"
In the lightning flash, there was a flash of light and shadow. A figure jumped out from behind the crowd and appeared five or six feet away in an incredible way. It barely avoided this thunderous blow.
"Crack!"
Almost at the same time, Song Yi was seized by Zhao Hua and hit the left chest with a "Baxiapandi". There was a continuous cracking sound. I don't know how many bones were broken in a while, and the person was blown away like a kite with its strings broken.
.
Da da!!
Song Yi's feet fell to the ground. The blood surged in his throat, and the smell of blood rushed straight into his mouth. When he drew his sword and shot at Yang Ji, he was already very careful. Unexpectedly, Zhao Hua seized the opportunity and bypassed the blood.
The light of the magic weapon struck his chest.
Unlike Zhao Hua who resisted with all his strength and was knocked back, Song Yi almost completely took Zhao Hua's two attacks without any defense.
——This is the horror of vulnerability attacks!
"who are you?--"
The moment his feet fell, Song Yi ignored Zhao Hua, but looked at Yang Ji who was standing on the sidelines and was forced out by his sword.
Being able to see flaws that even Zhao Hua didn't see, being able to exploit these flaws that were not flaws..., this person's threat has far surpassed that of Zhao Hua.
And he had a feeling that Zhao Hua's "Baxia Futian Fist" might have something to do with this person. Otherwise, with Zhao Hua's extremely aggressive character, it would never be possible to sacrifice attack and realize this version of both offense and defense.
The "Baxia Futian Fist"!
The entire square was silent, and all eyes were directed at the figure standing outside the crowd. These eyes included curiosity and anger.
But when they saw that person's appearance clearly, all the disciples of the Iron Sword Sect were shocked.
"Disciples who teach you!"
"It's actually a 'disciple' who is instructing Zhao Hua!"
…
All the disciples of the Iron Sword Sect looked shocked. They had previously thought that maybe the Iron Crown Sect was despicable and sent a master to lurk nearby to give guidance.
However, I did not expect that the person who helped Zhao Hua defeat "Song Yi" was actually a "disciple" with low skill!
At this point in the game, the person who had been secretly advising was forced out of his prototype, and even Zhao Hua was unable to continue the fight.
——Without Yang Ji's guidance, it would have been impossible for him to defeat Song Yi.
"Discovered!"
At the edge of the square, a few feet away from the crowd, Yang Ji gave a bitter smile. In full view of everyone, being looked at by the crowd made him feel like he was naked on a snowy day.
"A master of this level cannot be underestimated."
Yang Ji glanced at the sharp weapon that passed by not far away, with its hair blown and broken, leaving only the hilt outside, and said secretly.
The reaction of Song Yi from the Iron Sword Sect was really amazing.
Although he was very careful, Song Yi still recognized him. He only made two noises, and there was no way to help "Zhao Hua" anymore.
It feels very difficult to try your best against such an extremely famous master!
"Senior Brother Zhao!"
Yang Ji ignored Song Yi, turned around and saluted Zhao Hua, who was not far away, and said hello. (To be continued...)
