The Sword Dynasty - 145. Chapter 144 Sword Rain

Blocking the door early in the morning, forced by opening the door, coupled with the kicking sword invitation at this time, everything about Zeng Ting’an seemed very arrogant today.

However, this is extremely normal in Changling, and Zeng Ting’an is like a microcosm of countless Changling teenagers.

Everything should be fictitious and respected by strength.

When the sword masters of Da Qin successively eliminated the Han, Zhao, and Wei dynasties, Changling had long ago had the aura of respect for swords. In fact, in the heart of high ownership, the reason why Emperor Yuan Wu was able to reform the law successfully was the reason he took the whole The Daqin dynasty is firmly in his own hands, and the country is under his feet, because he and some people around him have swords that others can’t resist.

So now many practitioners in Changling respect Xue Wangxu not because Xue Wangxu is old enough, but because of the realm he has reached.

Zhang Yi leaned sideways, stretched out his hand, and accurately grasped the hilt of the oncoming Wufeng Xuantie Sword. He also knew the temperament of these young talents in Changling, so he didn’t get angry at this time, just looked at Ding Ning, frowning. : “Do you really want me to fight?”

Ding Ning glanced at him, and just whispered softly: “It’s not for me to watch it better.”

Zhang Yi heard what Ding Ning meant, and the sadness on his face finally disappeared, nodding solemnly.

“A challenge has been so troublesome for you, no wonder Aries Cave can only be returned to Qingteng Sword Academy!”

Zeng Ting’an had already lost his patience. He directly said a very rude word, and then walked to the middle of the road. The edgeless mysterious iron sword he was holding in his hand was lifted directly, and the blunt tip of the sword pointed at Zhang Yi’s chest in the air, and the sword started. It trembled lightly, and made a roar like water waves slamming on the shore.

Zhang Yi stepped forward stiffly, leaving Xue Wangxu as much as possible. At the same time, she winked at Shen Yi and signaled him to take good care of Xue Wangxu.

In normal times, Zeng Ting’an would definitely wait for his opponent’s cross sword to hit his chest before making a shot. However, to him, Zhang Yi was not the opponent he wanted to find on this trip, not to mention Ding Ning and Zhang Yi were extremely delayed in his eyes.

So he went straight out of the sword.

The straight runes on the Wufeng Profound Iron Sword were quickly filled with the dazzling true essence and heaven and earth vitality, and a cyan sword aura leaned forward as Zeng Ting’an moved forward.

This sword aura did not slash straight to Zhang Yi’s chest, but splashed to the ground like a clear stream, and then spread into countless small cyan sword auras like bamboo leaves.

Zeng Ting’an is a disciple of Qingxi Sword Academy. This sword is the famous sword style “Qingxi Bamboo Shadow” of Qingxi Sword Academy.

Zhang Yi hurriedly swung the Wufeng Xuan Tie Sword towards the front and bottom of him.

A slightly curved white sword light is like a curved white sheep’s horn, blocking the tiny blue sword energy that sputters up like countless bamboo leaves.

However, at this moment, Zeng Tingan had already rushed in front of him.

A screaming scream concealed all the sounds of sword fighting.

A terrifying force suddenly surged from the tip of the bladeless long sword in Zeng Ting’an’s hand and pierced Zhang Yi’s chest.

This is the “clear stream and spring”.

Zhang Yi felt the terrifying impulse of this sword, his face changed slightly, and the long sword in his hand was tilted upward. At this moment of urgency, his blunt tip actually pierced the sword of Zeng Tingan’s long sword accurately. At the tip, the power of this sword instantly rushed over his head.

A hint of sarcasm flashed across Zeng Ting’an’s face.

Although Zhang Yi resolved it lightly, it was only at this moment that the sword body touched the sword body, and he felt that Zhang Yi’s true essence cultivation was still slightly worse than his.

Without any hesitation, the true essence in his body gushed out in a more turbulent manner, poured into the sword body, and pressed down.

Zhang Yi’s body was frustrated, and he took three steps back.

The sword light from the top to the bottom is divided into two, and it keeps advancing in front of him.

Two clear and deep sword marks appeared on the stone path in front of him, and sneered out dust.

There was a crackle.

There was a slit in Zhang Yi’s right sleeve.

Zeng Tingan’s sword power is exhausted, but the irony on his face is even stronger.

He quickly retracted his sword.

As soon as he received the sword, the majestic true essence in his body was suddenly shot, and it collided with the true essence and heaven and earth essence still stored in the sword body of the long sword in his hand.

This collision is like the same wave blooming, suddenly dragging countless blue water lines in the air.

Zhang Yi’s complexion became more solemn.

His feet stopped stubbornly, and the sword in his hand was provoked upward.

There was another explosion of sneer, and a slightly curved white sword gas provoked upward, which was the “Aries hanging horn” in the Aries Sword Scripture.

Only at this moment, countless cyan water lines involved countless strands of true cyan water blades, and they shot forward.

The widest part of the white ram’s horns blocked these blue water blades like a shield.

Zhang Yi didn’t move a step, but his body trembled slightly, and a crack appeared in the clothes on both shoulders, and thin blood beads flew out.

With a bang, Aries’ horns disappeared invisible, and Zhang Yi took three steps back.

“You can beat me in this way?”

Withdrawing a step, Zeng Tingan, who avoided the remaining sword intent of the Aries horns, pointed his sword diagonally to the ground, seeming to dissipate leisurely, and his face was full of mockery.

Ding Ning frowned slightly, looked at the faint blood marks on Zhang Yi’s shoulders, and said, “Brother, are you a masochist or an exhibitionist, do you have to wait until your clothes are broken before you really want to take action?”

Zhang Yi said with shame, “I’m afraid the cave owner said that the time is too short and not exciting enough… and I want to try if I can defeat the Aries Sword Scripture alone. I didn’t expect the opponent to be so strong.”

Zeng Tingan’s expression became more and more gloomy when he heard the conversation between the two men who were obviously not admitting defeat.

He took a deep breath, didn’t want to say anything, just wanted to defeat Zhang Yi completely with the next sword.

He went forward again with his sword.

This time the true essence instilled in the body was even more violent, as if all the true essence in the sea of qi was gushing out at once.

It’s just that in this crazy eruption of true essence, it still carries a unique rhythm.

Streams of true essence with different output speeds continuously collided back and forth on the sword in his hand, overlapping each other.

The pure black Wufeng profound iron sword in his hand began to emit cyan light, and eventually all turned into cyan.

Waves of cyan flame swayed from his sword like waves.

As his sword power moved, the sword blade cut out wonderful lines in the air, and small vortexes appeared in the layers of cyan waves.

Each of these tiny vortices is becoming more and more condensed, turning into rounded pebbles-like shapes.

Zhang Yi’s complexion became extremely solemn again.

There is a secret technique in the Qingxi Sword Academy called the Stream Stone Sword. The clear stream carries thousands of pebbles rushing forward. In addition to swiftness, these thousands of pebbles are like a giant mill. Worried alive.

Presumably what Zeng Ting’an used at this time was this brook stone sword.

Feeling the heavy vigour of each round pebble, Zhang Yi knew that she had no choice.

The dark iron sword in his hand stabbed out.

However, at this time, his sword did not stab forward, instead, the tip of the sword pointed upward and stabbed into the sky above.

When this sword pierced out, many lines that he had clearly understood in the Mo Garden appeared in his mind.

A surge of sword aura rushed out from the tip of his sword.

Qingyuan’s indifferent vitality rushed to the sky, causing countless dampness, causing a rain in the Mo Garden.

At this moment, the sword energy with strong killing and cutting aura stabs the sky and the earth like a stab into the sky, what kind of abnormal changes will it cause?

Nothing seems to have changed. The cyan sword light in Zeng Ting’an’s hand has been raised and flew quickly, but Zhang Yi’s eyes flashed a strange light, and at the same time his face was slightly hesitant.

Ding Ning looked at him and said calmly: “Don’t want mother-in-law, do you want Dongzhu to be angry?”

At the moment Ding Ning spoke, Zhang Yi already felt that he was wrong, and the sword in his hand that pierced the sky had already been cut forward.

At this moment, the qi in the alley suddenly changed.

Shen Yi, who had already expected to the extreme, let out an exclamation involuntarily.

Zeng Ting’an’s breathing suddenly stopped.

He felt that in the sky above, countless sharp meanings were rapidly falling.

He looked up unconsciously.

He saw in the clear sky, numerous crystal clear rain lines suddenly appeared.

It’s different from all the rain in the past.

Each raindrop in these rain lines is connected together, like countless small hammers hammering each other, transmitting the moisture to the ground as quickly as possible.

Feeling the fierce meaning in the rain line, Zeng Ting’an’s face quickly turned pale.

He uttered an unprecedented shout, and the long sword in his hand was lifted upward.

The stream wrapped in countless blue pebbles rolled up and rushed toward the rain lines.

It’s not that he wants to block, but he can’t avoid it.

The sword intent of Zhang Yi’s sword has filled all the long lanes around him, and it is impossible for him to rush in front of Zhang Yi.

Thousands of rain lines fell into the streets.

The magical thing is that the trees falling on both sides of the eaves, the trees falling on the streets, and the rain lines falling on the rest of the street just exude pure moisture, spreading into countless splashes, only Zhang Yijian pointed to , Where Zeng Ting’an was, the rain lines exuded extremely terrifying auras, turning into countless sharp and irresistible small swords.

Countless dense rain lines pierced into the inverted stream like a cyan waterfall, rushing out straight white lines.

The sharp sword intent hits the densely packed small pebbles in the blue stream, continuously exploding more subtle white flowers.

Every small pebble has the meaning of unshakable rock in the water, calm and persistent, but these rain lines are too long after all, and the stamina is longer.

It was only a moment of morning light, but the stalemate in it was like the mood of water dripping through the stone.

Numerous small cyan pebbles burst open.

The stream that rolled up was also completely shattered and scattered.

The Wufeng Profound Iron Sword in Zeng Ting’an’s hand was still swinging up vaguely and weakly, but countless raindrops had already fallen on his sword and on his body.

Zhang Yi has already taken the sword, and all the aura radiating from him has subsided.

However, the remaining force of these raindrops was not eliminated, and they rushed on the edgeless iron sword, making intensive clanging noises.

There were countless puffs on Zeng Tingan’s body.

The intensive impact made him unable to stand up and fell to the ground.

Numerous small holes were pierced into his clothes, and numerous small blood stains appeared on his skin.

The rain flowed down his skin, his broken clothes were soaked, his loose hair was dripping, and his body began to tremble uncontrollably, cold and frightened.

“How is this possible? What kind of sword is this?” He raised his head feebly and looked at Zhang Yi, his pale lips moved.