The Sword Dynasty
Chapter 432
Because it was too bright and too crystal-clear, when this small sword in Zhang Yi's hand appeared in the sight of everyone around, it was like being carved out of the most perfect beautiful jade in the world, but when the first light and his small sword When touched, as the light dimmed, a trace appeared on his little sword like rust.
The trace reveals the original stone color, and the lingering vitality is like the dust of the stubborn stone being cut.
As more and more crystal light collided with this little sword in Zhang Yi's hand, this bright and bright little sword became more and more bleak, and the whole body seemed to change from beautiful jade to stubborn stone again.
However, at this time, no one uttered a blame to Zhang Yi.
Even Murong looked at Zhang Yi and Zhang Yi's hands with the sword in their hands, all filled with shock and even awe.
Even she can feel Zhang Yi's sword... This thorn is powerful.
She sensed the mysterious rune, but she couldn't understand it.
She couldn't understand Zhang Yi's sword straightforwardly, but she was able to stab him with every crystal light.
She could not understand, but Le Yi from Huang Tiandaomen could understand.
Because the sword intention of Zhang Yi's sword is like covering the whole world, although his mind and sword intention are straight forward, but he has changed the rules and flow of the natural flow of many heavens and earth in this world. direction.
And Zhang Yi's body and the sword flowed with a familiar breath.
So when Zhang Yi's sword moves slower and slower, and his sword color becomes more and more bleak, he seems to gradually become an ordinary stone sword, but his face becomes more and more dignified, and the power accumulated in his body Unreserved constant pouring out into the crystal light.
Zhang Yi's face has not changed.
The stone sword in his hand is getting darker and darker, but in his perception, the light in his qi sea is getting brighter and hotter.
With his heart, the light that filled his sea of qi flooded along his meridian and poured into the stone sword in his hand.
The dim stone sword in his hand shined again.
The atmosphere suppressed to the extreme was broken by bursts of exclamation.
Many people stopped breathing and looked at the sword in Zhang Yi's hands in disbelief.
In their perception, what is flowing out of Zhang Yi's body at this time is not a real element, but a Taoist symbol.
What makes them even more difficult to understand is that this Tao Rune does not need to be the same as the ordinary True Rune. It is inspired by the True Yuan and attracts the Heaven and Earth to finally show its destructive power.
At this time, this Taoist symbol flowing out of Zhang Yi's body itself is power, which is directly injected into the power of the sword!
The stone sword that is almost stuck in the air continues to shine, and then moves on!
Le Yi took a deep breath and admired Zhang Yi and the sword in Zhang Yi's hand.
He admired not only because Zhang Yi was able to comprehend such a rune, and was able to display such a powerful sword.
The most important thing is that he can't imagine Zhang Yi exerting such a powerful sword, but he can maintain such a gesture in the mockery of his classmates.
He knew that at this time he and Zhang Yi had become a purely competing practice and will.
So he also had no reservations. All the crystal light flowing from his body flew to Zhang Yi and greeted the sword that was getting closer and closer.
On the stone sword in Zhang Yi's hands, an infinite number of dust and smoke unfolded in an instant, as if an infinite number of fireworks were lit at the same time.
His arms and whole body tremble violently.
Before he subconsciously considered whether his body could bear it, a mouthful of blood had overflowed between his lips and teeth.
The stone sword glory in his hand disappeared instantly.
All gorgeous appearances are simple.
The sword in his hand became a small, ordinary stone sword.
In front of the stone sword, there were several crystal lights.
In the picture that everyone imagines, if this sword advances again, not only will this sword be severed, but Zhang Yi will also suffer unimaginable damage.
However, Zhang Yi did not retreat.
For him, whether it is the sword intention of Minshan Jianzong, or the charm he has learned in this fairy runzong, they are all foreign objects he can use, but this sword and his will are his own. , Is his life.
He stabbed the last few bright rays of light in front of him.
Several huge forces cut the stone sword in his hand.
Dust clusters of dust rose from the stone sword, but what made everyone breathe was that this seemingly extreme stone sword left no trace, but Zhang Yi's body shook again and even coughed out. Some blood.
The soles of his feet exploded, his feet rubbing against the gravel on the ground, and a blood mist spattered.
But it wasn't until this time that a sense of pleasure was born in Zhang Yi's body.
The sword intention of his sword was really vivid at this time, from borrowing foreign objects to his own destiny.
Between this breath, he and the sword in his hand communicate with each other.
This sword was really changed from Xue Wangxu's sword to his own.
Pious, respectful, nostalgic, guardian, inheritance, etc., and many other violent emotions, eventually turned this sword into a true sword.
A powerful new life breath oscillated from the sword.
It wasn't until this time that the old eyes of Zhang Yi who looked at Zhang Yi from the height of the mountain began to look full of emotion and admiration.
Some sincere sighs also sounded right and left beside the masters of these eyes.
Minshan Jianzong's sword intention, Xian Fuzong's swordsmanship, and Baiyangdong's sword actually blended into this simple and humble young man.
A bang.
The yellow sky above Le Yi's head shattered and turned into countless yellow air currents.
Le Yi's body was unable to stand firm and fell back to the ground.
The trauma he suffered under Lien Chan also burst out at this time, and a cloud of blood mist also spewed out from his mouth, which appeared extremely bright under the falling sunlight.
Zhang Yi's Jianguang continued to move forward and lifted upwards, like a curved goat's horn that was picked up from above Le Yi's body.
Jianguang left clear marks in the air.
Zhang Yi closed his sword and looked at Le Yi who was sitting on the ground, his eyes full of apology.
Le Yi felt sad, but looking at Zhang Yi, who was also covered with blood in front of him, his eyes were full of respect.
"I…"
He was ready to admit defeat, very confident to admit defeat.
When his first "I" word sounded, Murong Xiaoyi and all the fellow classmates around Zhang Yi were in a complex mood that was difficult to describe with words.
Murong Xiaoyi looked at Zhang Yi without blinking her eyes. She was full of shock, and then she began to be ashamed of her attitude towards him.
"I lost."
However, what everyone did not expect was that Zhang Yi made a noise at this time. He grabbed Le Yi in front of him and said, "It's me who lost...Because of my sword, many of them are not from Xian Fuzong."
There was an uproar.
Murong Xiaoyi also widened her eyes. She opened her mouth but couldn't speak. She didn't know what to say.
Zhang Yi of Fang Cai is undoubtedly the hero of Xian Fuzong.
As long as he stands there and accepts the opponent's defeat, he will naturally be the hero of Xian Fuzong, the object that all young students admire.
Including her too.
If Xian Fu Zong lost, he would have to let go of the mountain gate, but Zhang Yi, at this time, even confessed.
She is difficult to understand, but somehow, she does not hate Zhang Yi at this time, but a strange feeling is spreading in her body.
Le Yi was stunned.
What he was about to say was interrupted.
Then his face became very serious.
He stood up and looked at Zhang Yi seriously, saying, "Winning is winning, losing is losing. No matter what your sword is, you are from Xian Fuzong, you are a disciple of Xian Fuzong. So... I still admit defeat ."
The chaotic voices in the field disappeared instantly and returned to silence.
Many of the disciples of Xian Fu Zong, especially Zhang Yi's classmates, naturally had great guilt in their hearts. They unconsciously thought that many times, even when they saw Zhang Yi from the beginning, their hearts were naturally excluded. , Never regarded Zhang Yi as a disciple of Xianfu Zong.
Zhang Yi looked at Le Yi, and his heart was also well respected. At this time, he did not know what to say.
At this moment, an old voice fell from the top of the mountain road, "Nothing lost."
Hearing this sound, Zhang Yi's eyes widened incredibly, and his subconscious Huo Ran turned.