The Sword Dynasty

The killing intention turned into a hovering candlelight, and the rune was broken.

Fu Yifu broke it, even though Su Qin refused to believe that Zhang Yi's Fu Dao could do so, but all this was already a fact.

"You really surprised me."

Su Qin didn't take another shot immediately. He took a deep breath and looked at Zhang Yi, who was solemn but firm, and said this slowly.

"It's just that you can use this kind of rune to break my move, just because you have been practicing Xianfu Zong longer than me."

Then he looked at Zhang Yi again and said this.

He had to admit that Zhang Yi, now in front of him, was more troublesome than most of the Seven Realm Masters he had before against the enemy.

Zhang Yi's methods are also very complicated, but everything is the top work in this world of practitioners, and they are extremely powerful.

In his view, trouble means risk.

He didn't want to risk Zhang Yi to risk Zhang Ye.

So he wanted to break Zhang Yi's confidence first.

Today, however, this senior brother of Aries Cave revealed something he could not understand.

In other words, he never really knew his brother.

"Do not."

Facing his sentence, Zhang Yi shook his head and replied in a very serious tone: "Even if you stay in Xianfuzong for as long as I do, or even longer than me, you are not in Fudao May exceed me, it has nothing to do with your talents and efforts, but you will not have real friends, and the masters and their teachers will not really like you. They will never pass on some secret secrets to you This kind of people."

"This is what happens between people."

Zhang Yi looked at Su Qin, whose face changed slightly, and slowly said, "You don't treat people with sincerity, and people won't treat you with sincerity. You just want to use others or Zongmen, then in the eyes of others and Zongmen, It’s just a weapon that can be used to do things, a tool to kill people. You are so smart, don’t you even understand this truth, do you want to be a tool used by others to kill people?”

Su Qin was silent for a moment, and then said: "Everything I do, I just don't want to be a tool for others."

"Then you have gone astray." Zhang Yi said very simply and surely.

"Success and defeat, even the laws of the world are determined by the person with the greatest power and power in this world. What is the wrong way!" Su Qin sneered, "As for the practice, you should have heard what is called Eli breaking Tao!"

When he finished speaking, both of them closed their voices and didn't want to say anything.

Jiufeng confidant has a thousand cups, and he does not speculate.

The two are essentially different people. No one can convince each other, nor can any words break the other's heart.

Two terrible auras, or the auras that should never appear on their practitioners at the same level, bloom at the same time.

In the courtyard of the rich merchants where the two were located, with the two as the center, all the houses destroyed and collapsed into rubble that flew out.

Even in the eyes of practitioners, this is a very shocking picture.

In the ruins of the ground, there was a continuous stream of black yin floating upwards.

The black qi on Su Qin's face also became stronger and stronger. The meridians in his flesh began to bulge outward. His face was like a flowered face, which was extremely cruel.

Behind him, there is a bright red light than the sun.

Red light and black gas collide to form clusters of vortex of vitality, just like there are countless red flowers on the other side flying in the air.

Hundreds of bloody arms were sticking out on his back. Although they were formed by the condensing of True Yuan and Heaven and Earth, they looked no different from the skin peeled off by the real man's arm.

Compared with Su Qin, Zhang Yi, who holds the small sword in his hand, does not seem to change much.

However, another terrible breath was actually pulled by him.

This side of the ruined courtyard is above the sky, and the sky seems to be pulled down a bit, constantly pressing down to the ground.

And the sky began to be covered with thick yellow brilliance, like a most common rune paper of Xian Fuzong covering the sky.

A groaning voice resounded in the sea of ​​air inside Su Qin.

With the sound of this sound, the entire space tremored, and hundreds of arms behind him grew larger and stretched, all slamming towards Zhang Yi.

Each of these arms contains terrible power, and the most amazing thing is that the nature of the vitality is almost different.

Some are pure and fierce, some with corrosive flames, some with intense corpse poison, and some are blind cold.

Su Qin at this time was already stronger than when Yan Xiang was killed in Changling.

With such pure power, there are not many Seven Realm Masters in the world who can take it.

This is what Su Qin wants to tell Zhang Yi!

No matter what state you are, what sword skill you are, what kind of charm you are, all of them are broken!

Power is great!

When these hundreds of arms were slamming towards Zhang Yi at the same time, countless wind pressures just swept over Zhang Yi's body, and Zhang Yi's body had already heard countless sounds of bone fractures.

His body had been shaken off the ground and flew back.

There was severe pain in the ribbone in front of him, which was almost broken.

However, Zhang Yi's face remained firm.

The small sword in his hands like ordinary stubborn stones began to shine and shine.

Then he clasped the sword tightly, injecting the power in his body continuously, and swiping so many magic arms towards the front.

The sword path of this sword in his hand is very definite, without any chaos.

Sword qi radiated in the air, and at the same time formed a rune.

His sword also represents his mind and reason.

Everything in this world exists in truth. This truth is not determined by whoever has the best fist, but by the choice between right and wrong, good and evil.

The yellow sky quivered like cloth.

As his sword pulled, many silky and holy lights fell.

These rays of light are like transparent strings, falling on the arms.

The arrogance produced by countless impacts blooms in this space like thousands of trees and flowers.

Zhang Yi's body shook, and a ray of blood came from the corner of his mouth.

Su Qin groaned and was also impacted by these arrogances, taking a few steps backwards.

"Huang Tiandao Rune, I didn't think even this rune was passed on to you." An uncontrollable anger burst from his thin lips.

Zhang Yi is still retreating.

The sword swing he just did not only drove the power of Huang Tiandao, but at the same time those sword lights formed a symbol again.

Hundreds of forward-slapped arms are wrapped with countless transparent lights, and the space is constantly shining like a glazed purple light. These arms cannot move forward for a while, but the powerful power fluctuates, constantly with the pull of both sides. This space continues to oscillate out.

Outside this ruined courtyard, two young practitioners of similar age, and two friends of Zhang Yi, stood near the battlefield of the two.

The male is Le Yi, and the female is Murong Xiaoyi.

"Can he win?"

Murong Xiaoyi's face was incredibly pale, looking at the continually shaking space, she was a little difficult to breathe in the violent wind expanding outward.

Le Yi's face is not much better than her.

Hearing Murong Xiaoyi's interrogation, he gritted his teeth and stared at the yellow sky, shaking his head: "At least the Huang Tiandao symbol I taught him and his current strength should not be stopped. "