The Sword Dynasty - 433. Chapter 432

Because it is too bright and crystal clear, when the small sword in Zhang Yi’s hand appears in the sight of everyone around it, it looks like it was carved from the world’s most perfect jade, but when the first light shines with his small sword When the contact was made, 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 dust from being cut by a stubborn stone.

As more and more glittering light collided with the little sword in Zhang Yi’s hand, this glittering and bright little sword became more and more dimmed, and the whole body seemed to change from beautiful jade to hard stone again.

However, no one yelled at Zhang Yi anymore.

Even Murong Xiaoyi looked at the eyes of Zhang Yi and the sword in Zhang Yi’s hands, and they were full of shock and even awe.

Even she could feel the strength of Zhang Yi’s sword…this thorn.

She perceives the mysterious meaning, but can’t understand it.

She also couldn’t understand that Zhang Yi’s sword was an unpretentious and straight forward piercing, but it happened to be able to pierce every gleam of light facing him.

She couldn’t understand it, but Le Yi from Huang Tiandao Sect could understand it.

Because the sword intent of Zhang Yi’s sword is like covering the entire world, although his mind and sword intent are straight forward, they have forcibly changed the rules and flow of the natural flow of vitality between the heavens and the earth. direction.

In addition, Zhang Yi’s body and this sword were filled with an aura he was familiar with.

Therefore, when Zhang Yi’s swordsmanship became slower and slower, and the color of his sword became bleak, and it seemed that he was gradually turning into an ordinary stone sword, his face became more and more serious, the power accumulated in his body. Continuously gushing out without reservation, pouring into those crystal clear light.

There is no change in Zhang Yi’s face.

The stone sword in his hand is getting dimmer, but in his perception, the light in his sea of anger is getting brighter and hotter.

With his mind, the light that filled his sea of anger gushed out along his meridians and poured into the stone sword in his hand.

The dim stone sword in his hand shined again.

The suppressed atmosphere was broken by bursts of exclamation.

Many people stopped breathing and looked at the sword in Zhang Yi’s hand in disbelief.

In their perception, what was flowing out of Zhang Yi’s body at this time was not true essence, but directly a Taoist talisman.

What makes it even more difficult for them to understand is that this Dao Talisman does not need to be the same as an ordinary True Talisman. It is stimulated by the True Essence and attracts the vitality of the heavens and the earth before finally showing its destructive power.

At this time, the Dao Talisman flowing out of Zhang Yi’s body is itself power, the power directly injected into the sword!

The stone sword that was almost stagnant in the air continued to glow, and then continued to move forward!

Le Yi took a deep breath and looked at Zhang Yi and the sword in Zhang Yi’s hands with admiration.

The reason why he admired is not just because Zhang Yi could comprehend such a symbolic meaning and was able to display such a powerful sword.

The most important thing is that he can’t imagine Zhang Yi can use such a powerful sword, but he can maintain that posture in the ridicule of those classmates.

He knew that at this time, he and Zhang Yi had become a competition of pure cultivation and will.

So he didn’t have any reservations. All the crystal clear light flowing from his body flew towards Zhang Yi, facing the sword that was getting closer and closer.

On the stone sword in Zhang Yi’s hand, countless dust and smoke spread out in an instant, as if countless fireworks were lit at the same time.

His arms and whole body trembled violently.

Before he subconsciously considered whether his body could bear it, a mouthful of blood had spilled from between his lips and teeth.

The Shijian Guanghua in his hand disappeared instantly.

All the gorgeous appearances are all down to earth.

The sword in his hand became a very small and ordinary stone sword.

In front of the stone sword, there are still a few crystal clear rays of light.

In the picture everyone imagined, if this sword were to go in again, not only would the sword be cut off, but also Zhang Yi would suffer unimaginable damage.

However, Zhang Yi did not retreat.

Because for him, whether it is the sword intent of the Minshan Sword Sect or the rune intent he has learned in this fairy talisman, they are all foreign objects that he can use, but this sword and his will are his own. , Is his destiny.

He decisively pierced the last few sparkling rays of light in front of him.

Several huge forces cut on the stone sword in his hand.

There were a few clouds of dust on the stone sword, but what made everyone’s breathing pause was that this seemingly extreme stone sword did not leave any traces, but Zhang Yi’s body shook again and again, and coughed out. Count the blood.

The soles of his boots exploded, and the soles of his feet rubbed against the gravel on the ground, and at the same time a blood mist was splashed.

But it wasn’t until this time that a wave of pleasure was born in Zhang Yi’s body.

The sword intent of his sword was truly vivid at this time, from borrowing foreign objects to his own destiny.

During this breath, he was connected to the sword in his hand.

This sword really changed from Xue Wangxu’s sword to his own sword.

Pious, respect, nostalgia, protection, inheritance, etc., and so many fierce emotions, in the end, the true inheritance of this sword became his sword.

A powerful new breath shook from the sword.

It was only at this time that the old eyes that looked at Zhang Yi from a high place on the mountain began to look full of emotion and admiration.

Some sincere sighs also sounded beside the master of these eyes.

The sword intent of Minshan Sword Sect, Xian Fuzong’s Fudao methods, and the sword of Baiyangdong really merged into this simple and humble young man.

There was a boom.

The yellow sky above Le Yi’s head shattered and turned into countless yellow air currents flying out.

Le Yi’s body couldn’t stand firmly, and he sat down on the ground.

The wounds he suffered under Lien Zhan also burst out at this time, and a cloud of blood mist spurted from his mouth, which looked extremely vivid under the falling sunlight.

Zhang Yi’s sword light continued to move forward and lifted upwards, like a curved goat horn piercing over Le Yi’s body.

The sword light left clear marks in the air.

Zhang Yi retracted his sword and looked at Le Yi who was sitting on the ground, with apologetic eyes in his eyes.

Le Yi felt sad, but looking at Zhang Yi, who was also sprinkled with blood in front of him, his eyes were full of respect.

“I…”

He was about to admit defeat, very convinced.

When his first “I” word rang, Murong Xiaoyi and all of Zhang Yi’s classmates around him were so complicated that they could not be described in words.

Murong Xiaoyi looked at Zhang Yi without blinking her eyes, her heart was full of shock, and then she began to feel ashamed when she thought of her previous attitude towards him.

“I lost.”

However, what everyone didn’t expect was that Zhang Yi made a sound at this time. He rushed in front of Le Yi and said: “It was I who lost…because many of my swords did not come from Xianfuzong.”

There was an uproar.

Murong Xiaoyi’s eyes widened too, she opened her mouth but couldn’t speak, she didn’t know what to say.

The talented Zhang Yi is undoubtedly the hero of Xianfuzong.

As long as he stands there and accepts the opponent’s surrender, he will naturally be the hero of Xianfuzong and the object of admiration for all young students.

Including her too.

If Xian Fuzong loses, he will have to give up the mountain gate, but Zhang Yi at this time actually gave in.

She couldn’t understand, but for some reason, she didn’t hate Zhang Yi at this time. Instead, there was a strange feeling 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 with support, looked at Zhang Yi seriously, and said, “Winning is winning, losing is losing. No matter what your sword is, you are from Xianfuzong and you are a disciple of Xianfuzong. So…I still admit defeat. .”

The chaotic sound of the scene disappeared instantly, and silence returned to it.

Many of the Xianfuzong disciples present, especially Zhang Yi’s classmates, naturally felt great guilt in their hearts. They unconsciously thought that many times, even when they first saw Zhang Yi, they naturally rejected them. , Never regarded Zhang Yi as a disciple of Xianfuzong like himself.

Zhang Yi looked at Le Yi with respect, and he didn’t know what to say at this time.

At this moment, an old voice fell from the top of the mountain road, “I didn’t lose.”

Hearing this sound, Zhang Yi’s eyes widened unbelievably, and he suddenly turned around subconsciously.