The Sword Dynasty

A white true sign fell behind Su Qin who was flying upside down, and turned into a white cloud exuding a peaceful atmosphere, which not only supported Su Qin's body, but also eased the impact of Su Qin's body to the greatest extent. Su Qin's body slowly landed.

It was a teacher of Zhen Fu Zong who shot his hand. This symbol easily showed his powerful realm, but even this teacher who made the shot looked ugly.

In the perception of this teacher, countless bright rays of light on this young man in Huang Tiandaomen are countless signs.

And in his perception, the power of these signs already existed outside the body of the teenager, but it did not burst out or dissipated, but moved with the heart of the teenager.

What's the meaning of this!

How could there be such a talisman in the world!

Su Qin's body fell silently under the support of a soft cloud, and blood spilled silently from his mouth.

The depth of his pupils was also filled with extreme disappointment and shock.

This was an opportunity for him to be recognized and respected by all these young people of Xian Fuzong in one fell swoop. However, he never thought that this young man of Huang Tian Dao Men would show such a means.

Because he was too disappointed and shocked, he couldn't help but show a bit of grudge.

...

The crystal light flowing from the boy did not disappear.

As the teenager's hands slowly fell, these light filaments also pulled the yellow sky above him lower.

These silks seemed to grow out of his body, giving a strange and palpitating feeling.

All the young students of Xian Fuzong couldn't say anything when they looked at these mysterious mysteries.

They simply could not understand the runes in these silks, which at least shows that the young man of Huang Tiandaomen's understanding of runes is far above them for many lines of heaven and earth vitality.

Several wounds on the body of Huang Tiandaomen’s body were burnt black, and he burned large pieces of flesh and blood. He was undoubtedly very painful, but he still took a deep breath and stood firm, and then uttered word by word: " Who will come?"

His voice oscillated in the crystal light around him, and passed into the ears of the young immortal fuzong young people, so that the young people of these immortal fuzong inexplicably felt that his chest was boring, and it seemed that the voice had changed. A mass of vitality was stuffed into their chests.

However, this sound passed into Zhang Yi's ear, and Zhang Yiqi suddenly became brighter in the sea.

Some kind of vitality resonated strangely, and then Zhang Yi only felt that something in his sleeve also glowed and began to get hot.

There was a bang in Zhang Yi's head, and if there was a thunder, he suddenly reacted to something, and subconsciously said, "He is a symbol."

At this time, in this open space inside Xian Fuzong Mountain Gate, except for the aftertone of the young man, there was only a heavy breathing sound.

His sentence with Qin Qiang's voice naturally appeared extremely abrupt at this time.

Murong Xiaoyi Huo Ran turned around.

She couldn't understand the meaning of this sentence, and she also subconsciously thought it was Su Qin's voice. However, after she turned around, she realized that it was Zhang Yi, whom everyone looked down on.

Huo Ran, the young man of Huang Tiandaomen, raised his head and looked at Zhang Yi standing at the end of the crowd.

Zhang Yi, who withstands the fierce eyes of everyone, unconsciously lowered his head slightly, but in his perception, his qi sea and the sword in his robe sleeve became increasingly hot and shiny.

The light and hotness in this perception began to remind him of his responsibility at this time.

"I want to try it."

He took the hot sword in the sleeve of his robe and said seriously.

There was an uproar.

Especially the classmates who had just walked out of the lecture hall with him, all looked at him with an idiot.

"Do you know what you are doing?"

Among the classmates closest to him, a young girl with a white face and a cold voice said, "Do you think you can make a slight change in your opinion?"

The emotion of this girl at this time represents the emotions of all these young students of Xian Fuzong.

If on the battlefield, when his brothers and sisters fell down several times and then stepped forward, they still showed some courage to look at death. However, every additional disciple of Xian Fuzong fell, and Xian Fuzong was a little more humiliated.

Zhang Yi is not stupid. He understands the meaning of this girl and all her classmates.

He was a very humble person on weekdays, but this time he did not give in.

"I want to try it."

Facing this blocked girl, he said sincerely: "I may be able to win."

"Can you win?"

Someone heard his answer, and couldn't bear it anymore. He drank angrily: "Even the symbols that can be easily understood by all my classmates can't be understood. Do you still say you can win?"

Zhang Yi was a little ashamed, but the hot sword in his palm seemed to remind him that he could not retreat, so he took a deep breath and said, "If you can win, I don't have to come out and try."

What he said was the original intention in his heart, but such words fell into all of his classmates' ears, but it attracted greater anger.

Murong Xiaoyi's breathing was not smooth. She gritted her teeth and was about to yell at Zhang Yi, but at this moment, a voice rang out: "I fight with him."

"No matter what you think. I fight him."

The young man in Huang Tiandaomen greeted everyone's eyes and repeated it slowly.

"I really don't understand."

This young man was still very dumbfounded, looking at everyone in the front, and said, "Even I can see that he is a very humble person, indeed I have some confidence to try, why don't you see ?"

"He has always been the worst of our group." A classmate of Zhang Yi couldn't help but screamed.

The young man at Huang Tian Dao Men gave him a glance and said, "Before that, Huang Tian Dao Men in your eyes was also countless times worse than Xian Fu Zong."

No one spoke again.

Because Zhang Yi has moved now.

He is a modest gentleman who understands modesty, but not many people know that what he decides will go on firmer than anyone else.

He came out with the anger and hatred of many people, and walked right in front of the young man Huang Tiandaomen. Then he bowed and thanked the young man Huangtiandaomen. Then he asked, "In the next instrument, I would like to ask my senior name."

The young man in Huang Tiandaomen bowed back and said, "Le Yi."

Murong in the crowd was stupefied, and she was only awakened at this time. Although she had already experienced two battles in front of her eyes, no one seemed to care about the name of the young man of Huang Tiandaomen, let alone Zhang Yi Call this young man a respectful brother with the same respect.

"Brother Le is too strong, so I will attack."

Zhang Yi really looked at the young man Le Yi of Huang Tiandaomen respectfully and said.

Le Yi's face gradually faded, saying: "Please."

Murong Xiaoyi's heart beat violently.

Before that, she had never seen Zhang Yi, but somehow, at this time, she intuitively felt something strange happened.

A person's intuition, especially a woman's intuition, is often correct.

Just as Zhang Yi nodded again as a gift, everyone felt dazzling.

Zhang Yi's right hand sleeve had a dazzling light.

Murong Xiaoyi opened her eyes diligently, and she saw the light coming from a small sword held tightly by Zhang Yi's right hand.

This little sword gave her the first feeling like a rough stone sword polished by a stubborn stone, but at this time, it was emitting light outside, which was bright and clean like moonlight, but it was more than sunlight. Bright.

Holding on to this stone sword that emits countless bright lights, Zhang Yi's half of his body seemed to be burning, and all seemed to melt into this light.

In an uncontrollable exclamation, Zhang Yi solemnly made his sword.

There are no tricks.

He flew straight ahead, and a sword pierced Le Yi in front of him.

Le Yi's complexion became very dignified.

He snorted and waved his hands forward.

Numerous crystal light with the power of mystery, like a wave of water, sweeping towards Zhang Yi's body.

Zhang Yi's movements have not changed at all.

The gleaming rays of light that seemed to be walking on different lines surprisingly came into contact with the sword in his hand one by one.

Puffed softly.

When the first crystal light swept down the sword in his hand, or the small sword in his hand stabbed the crystal light, the small sword in his hand dimmed and lost a few points of light.