The Sword Dynasty

In the early morning, the door was closed, and the door was forced to be forced. In addition, the sword was invited at this time. Everything in Zeng Ting'an today is very proud. . . See the latest and most complete novels

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

Everything should be a false name, and all respect for strength.

When the swordsmen of Daqin even destroyed the Han, Zhao, and Wei dynasties, Changling had a sword-respecting momentum. In fact, in the heart of ownership, the Yuanwu emperor was able to change the law successfully. The Daqin dynasty was firmly in his own hands, and Jiangshan was at his feet because he and some people around him had swords that others could not resist.

Therefore, many practitioners in Changling now respect Xue’s sorrow, not because Xue’s forgotten age is long enough, but because of the realm he has reached.

Zhang Yi sideways, reaching out, and accurately grasping the hilt of the no-frilling Xuan Tiejian flying in the face, he is also familiar with the temperament of these young talents of Changling, so it is not angry at this time, just watching Ding Ning, Emei Road : "Really want me to fight?"

Ding Ning looked at him, just whispered: "It’s wonderful to play, not to see."

Zhang Yi heard the meaning of Ding Ning's words. The sadness on his face finally disappeared completely, and he nodded abruptly.

"A challenge has been so troublesome for you, no wonder that the Aries Cave can only be returned to the Qingteng Academy!"

Zeng Ting'an had no patience, and directly said a very rude words, then went to the middle of the road, and he was lifted directly by the sword without his front in his hand. The blunt tip of the sword pointed at Zhang Yi’s chest and the sword began. Gently trembled and made a roar like a wave of water.

Zhang Yi took some quick steps forward, leaving Xue as much as possible, and also made a look at Shen Yu, indicating that he took care of Xue forget.

If it is normal, Zeng Ting'an will definitely wait for the opponent's cross sword to be shot again. However, for him, Zhang Yi is not the opponent he wants to find on his trip, let alone Ding Ning and Zhang Yi are extremely procrastinating in his eyes.

So he went straight to the sword.

The flat rune without the front of the mysterious iron sword was quickly filled with the dazzling real yuan and the heavens and the earth. A blue-colored sword gas slanted forward with the advancement of Zeng Ting'an.

This sword did not straighten to Zhang Yi's chest, but splashed like a clear stream of water, and then spread out to countless small blue-like sword like bamboo leaves.

Zeng Ting'an is a disciple of Qingxi Jianyuan. This is a sword-like "Qingxi Bamboo Shadow" famous for Qingxi Jianyuan.

In the hands of Zhang Yi, there is no rushing to the front of the body.

A slightly curved white sword light is like a curved white horn, blocking the tiny cyan swords that are sprinkled up by countless bamboo leaves.

However, at this time, Zeng Ting'an had already rushed to his front.

A slamming crackling of the sound of all the swords.

In the hands of Zeng Ting'an, there was a horrible force on the tip of the sword without a sword, and went straight to Zhang Yi’s chest.

This is "Qingxi Yongquan".

Zhang Yi felt the horrible impulse of this sword, and his face changed slightly. The long sword in his hand slanted upwards. At this moment, his flattened sword tip accurately stabbed the sword of Zeng Ting'an in his hand. At the tip, the power of this sword was instantly rushed over the top of his head.

Zeng Ting'an's face flashed a hint of coldness.

Although Zhang Yihua's solution was light, but this moment the blade and the sword body touched, he felt that Zhang Yi's Zhen Yuan Xiu was slightly worse than him.

Without any hesitation, the real yuan in his body rushed out in a more turbulent situation, poured into the blade and pressed down.

Zhang Yi’s body fell and she stepped back three steps.

Jianguang from top to bottom is divided into two, and he continues to advance in front of him.

There were two clear and deep sword marks on the stone path in front of him, and the dust spewed out.

A crackling sound.

Zhang Yi’s right hand sleeve opened a hole.

Zeng Ting'an's sword has been exhausted, but the cold and irony on his face is even stronger.

He quickly took the sword.

As soon as he received the sword, a majestic real element in his body was suddenly shot, and the real element and the heaven and earth that were still stored in the sword of his hand were hit by the gas.

This collision is like a wave of bloom, suddenly pulling out countless blue water lines in the air.

Zhang Yi’s face became more dignified.

His feet stood still and the sword in his hand provoked.

It was also a loud bang, and a slightly curved white sword provoked it up. It was the "White Sheep Hanging Corner" in the Aries.

Only in this moment, countless blue water lines involved countless real green water blades and shot forward.

The widest part of the white horn is blocking the cyan water blades like a shield.

Zhang Yi did not move in one step, but his body trembled slightly, and each of his shoulders had a crack in his clothes, flying out of fine blood beads.

The shock of the bang, the white horn disappeared invisible, Zhang Yi back three steps.

"Do you say that you can beat me?"

Exiting one step, avoiding the remnant sword of the white sheep hanging corner, Zeng Ting An holding the sword leaning against the ground, looks relaxed and dissipated, and his face is full of ridicule.

Ding Ning slightly frowned, looking at the faint bloodstains on Zhang Yi's shoulders, said: "Brother, are you a masochistic or a mad, do you have to wait until the clothes are broken to be really shot?"

The rest of the eyes swept into the broken place on his clothes. Zhang Yi shyly said: "I am afraid that the cave owner said that the time is too short and not exciting enough... and I want to try to win with the Aries sword. I didn't expect the opponent to be so strong."

It was obvious that the two men were not conceited, and Zeng Ting'an's face was getting darker and gloomy.

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

He went forward again with a sword.

This time, the real infusion of the body is even more fierce, just like a one-time spurt of all the real elements in the gas sea.

It’s just that this crazy real element is spewing, but with a unique rhythm.

A real element with a different output speed, colliding with each other in the sword in his hands.

The pure black, black-faced sword in his hand began to emit blue light, and eventually all turned into cyan.

A ** cyan flame swayed from his sword like a wave.

As his sword moved, the blade made a wonderful line in the air, and a tiny vortex appeared in the layers of cyan waves.

Each of these tiny vortexes is more and more condensed and turns into a round cobblestone shape.

Zhang Yi’s face once again became extremely dignified.

There is a secret technique in the Qingxi Jianyuan called the creek sword. The clear stream carries thousands of pebbles and rushes into the stream. It is swift and tidy. This thousand pebbles are like giant grinding. Even if you can block it for a while, I am afraid I will be Live to death.

Presumably, what Zeng Tingan used at this time is the stone sword of this creek.

Feeling that every round cobblestone-like spirit means heavy, Zhang Yi knows that he has no choice.

The black and black iron sword in his hand stabbed it out.

However, at this time, his sword was not stabbed forward, but the sword tipped upwards and stabbed the sky above.

When the sword was stabbed, there were many lines in his mind that were clearly understood in the ink garden.

A sturdy sword rushed out of his sword.

The insufficiency of the Qing dynasty rushed to the sky, causing countless wetness, causing a rain in the ink garden.

At this time, a strong slash of slashing scorpion spurs into the sky, what kind of change will it cause?

It seems that nothing has changed. The blue-colored sword light in Zeng Ting'an's hand has already risen, and the blast has come. Zhang Yi's eyes are flashing the same kind of light, and his face is slightly hesitant.

Ding Ning looked at him and calmly said: "Don't want mother-in-law, do you want the cave master to be angry?"

At the moment when Ding Ning opened his mouth, Zhang Yi already felt that he was not right. The sword that stabbed the sky in his hand had already fallen.

At this moment, the air machine in the entire alley suddenly changed.

I have been expecting the extreme indulgence to make an exclamation.

Zeng Ting'an's breathing suddenly stopped.

He felt that there were countless sharp edges in the sky above it being sharply settled.

He looked up unconsciously.

He saw the clear sky, and suddenly there were countless crystal rain lines.

It is different from all the rain in the past.

Every raindrop in these rain lines is connected together, just like countless hammers hammering each other, spreading the wetness to the ground as quickly as possible.

Feeling the fierceness of the rain line, Zeng Ting'an's face quickly became pale.

He gave a loud drink like never before, and the sword in his hand picked it up.

The streams of countless blue cobblestones are rolled up and rushed to the rain lines.

It is not that he wants to block, but he cannot avoid it.

The sword of Zhang Yi’s sword has already filled all the long lanes around him, and he can’t get Zhang Yi’s body.

Thousands of rain lines fell into the streets.

The magic is that the trees that fall on the sides of the eaves, the trees that fall in the streets, the rain lines that fall on the rest of the streets are just purely moist, and they are scattered into countless splashes. Only Zhang Yijian pointed out Where Zeng Ting'an is located, the rain line is a very horrible air machine that has become a myriad of sharp and unstoppable swords.

Numerous dense rain lines penetrated into the blue-like waterfall-like stream, rushing out of a straight white line.

The sharp swords hit the dense pebbles in the cyan stream, constantly exploding more subtle white flowers.

Every small pebbles has the unshakable meaning of meteorites in the water, calm and persistent, but these rain lines are too long after all, and the stamina is more durable.

It’s just a moment of morning light, but it’s the same as the watershed.

Countless cyan pebbles burst open.

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

In the hands of Zeng Ting'an, the Wushen Iron Sword is still swaying, but countless raindrops have fallen on his sword and landed on him.

Zhang Yi has already received the sword, and all the breath that he radiates converges.

However, these raindrops have not disappeared, and they are rushing on the sword without a front, and they have issued a dense dang.

There are also countless humming sounds on Zeng Ting'an's body.

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

His clothes were pierced with countless small holes, and there were countless tiny blood marks on his body.

The rain ran down his skin, the broken clothes on his body were soaked, the loose hair was dripping, the body began to tremble uncontrollably, and the cold was terrified.

"How is this possible, what is this sword?" He looked up at Zhang Yi with helplessness and asked his pale lips.