Eight hundred and fortieth chapters Xiao Yi shows his power
Under the battle platform, there was silence.
Xiao Yi's words made the onlookers stunned.
"Haha, I really don't know where this Xiao Yi got the confidence to even say such overestimating things."
"Senior Brother Zhao Jing's strength is not comparable to that of Hua Yan. He will die miserably later." Many students who were very close to Zhao Jing burst into laughter, their tone full of mockery.
Even many students from the First College and the Second College had playful expressions on their lips.
Although Zhao Jing's strength is far inferior to that of the Seventh Prince and Ouyang Yue, it is not something that a warrior at the fifth level of Wuhou can defeat.
This Xiao Yi is so arrogant.
"It's ridiculous that you want to beat me up. If I hadn't promised Brother Xiahou to spare your life, I would have cut you into pieces today." Zhao Jing's face became extremely cold, and there was a terrible feeling in her body.
Murderous intent surged out.
"There's so much nonsense, come here and die." A trace of contempt flashed in Xiao Yi's eyes, and he waved to Zhao Jing.
"You bitch, turn me into a useless person." Zhao Jing roared angrily, and a water-blue war sword appeared in his hand, like a puddle of autumn water, emitting a dazzling divine light.
A guy whom he didn't take seriously actually dared to provoke him again and again.
Today, he must make Xiao Yi regret living in this world.
"Star and Moon Sword Technique." The next moment, the battle sword in Zhao Jing's hand started to dance wildly, and terrifying sword lights shot out from it, densely covering Xiao Yi.
Each of these sword lights was dozens of feet long, like a crescent moon, with stars twinkling around it, and their sharp edges were extremely sharp.
Puff puff puff.
Wherever the sword light passed, even the air was split in half, and vacuum cracks appeared in the void.
hiss.
The warriors who were watching couldn't help but take a breath of cold air, their eyes full of fear.
Even some students from the First and Second Colleges looked very ugly.
They really didn't expect that Zhao Jing's swordsmanship would be so terrifying, that he could actually cultivate a king-level swordsmanship to the tenth level of its true meaning.
No wonder he is known as the number one swordsman in the Third Academy.
"At this level, you dare to threaten to destroy me and destroy me." To everyone's surprise, Xiao Yi looked extremely disdainful in the face of this terrifying killing move.
roar.
The next moment, a blood dragon that was more than thirty feet long emerged from behind him, like a bloody mountain, and swept towards those sword lights.
Sonorous, sonorous.
The two forces suddenly collided fiercely, emitting an extremely harsh metallic trembling sound.
I have to say that Zhao Jing's strength is really terrifying, much more powerful than Hua Yan.
The sword light he struck actually left huge cracks on the blood dragon's body, and even several of the dragon's claws were cut off.
Unfortunately, in the end, those sword lights could not withstand the power of the blood dragon, and they all shattered in the air and dissipated without a trace.
"What? This is the killing move he used to defeat Hua Yan. How could it be so powerful?" Many onlookers of the warriors exclaimed in surprise.
Xiao Yi's Secret Blood Dragon Technique was much more powerful than everyone imagined. It was actually able to withstand even Zhao Jing's ultimate kill.
This is really unbelievable.
"It seems that this guy's physical body is at least comparable to that of a strong man in the third level of King Wu."
"That's right, we still underestimated his strength." The eyes of the Inner Court Elder and others became a little cold.
"So what, Zhao Jing's strength is far from being fully realized? Defeating him is not difficult at all." Some of the inner dean elders sneered.
It can be said that Zhao Jing was trained by him personally. In the past two years, he has made continuous breakthroughs in Tianjian Mountain, and his combat power has reached a terrifying level.
The king-level swordsmanship just now was just an appetizer.
"Humph! The fun has really begun! Today, let me chop off your proud body." Zhao Jing's eyes were extremely indifferent, and the corners of her mouth were filled with a cruel smile.
Whoosh whoosh whoosh.
The next moment, his whole body glowed, like a sword god descending to earth, releasing a terrifying sword light from his whole body.
Surrounding these sword lights, there are actually bloody lightnings lingering. The phenomenon is so shocking that it seems to be able to destroy everything in the world.
"That is, Blood Thunder Sword Technique."
"Zhao Jing actually understood the eighth-level true meaning of this half-step emperor-level swordsmanship. It's really terrifying." Many strong men's expressions suddenly changed, and they exclaimed in their hearts.
Rumble.
Between the lightning and flint, the sword light released from Zhao Jing's body poured towards Xiao Yi, like a storm, covering the entire battle platform.
At the same time, Zhao Jing also swung the war sword in her hand, and a sword light dozens of feet long struck out from it. Bloody lightning spurted out from the whole body, carrying the power of world destruction, and struck down from Xiao Yi's head.
This is definitely the strongest sword technique he has mastered, and it is much more powerful than the previous Xingyue Sword Technique.
He didn't believe that Xiao Yi could still resist.
"Brother Xiahou, I'm so sorry. This guy angered me, so I had no choice but to kill him." Zhao Jing said with a ferocious smile in her heart, as if she saw the scene where Xiao Yi was chopped into pulp.
"Xiao Feng Shen Jue." At this moment, a strong wind suddenly blew above the battle platform.
Xiao Yi's body bloomed with a dazzling green light, and his whole body was like a wind god descending to earth, with green jade-like wind blades flying out of his body.
Rumble.
The power of these wind blades was terrifying, and they constantly collided with those sword lights, causing cracks to appear in the void.
smack smack smack.
After a moment, all the sword light dissipated, but there were still dozens of wind blades flying out of Xiao Yi's body, all heading towards Zhao Jing.
"This is impossible." Zhao Jing's pupils suddenly shrank, her eyes filled with fear and despair.
At this moment, he really couldn't believe his eyes.
Xiao Yi actually mastered a half-step imperial-level martial arts into his true intention, completely crushing his blood-thunder sword technique.
This was a really huge blow to him.
"I'm not willing to give in." Zhao Jing let out an angry roar, and even her eyes were bloodshot, looking extremely ferocious.
Buzz.
His whole body glowed, and he tried his best to resist Xiao Yi's wind blade.
However, all this is in vain.
The power of these wind blades was so terrifying that they immediately knocked Zhao Jing flying, cutting his body into two pieces and staining the battlefield red with blood.
ah!
He let out a shrill scream and died completely. Before he died, his eyes were still wide open, full of regret and unwillingness.
This scene caused the warriors in the audience to freeze on the spot, speechless for a long time.