The Sword Dynasty

A white true sign fell behind the inverted Su Qin, turned into a white cloud that exudes a peaceful atmosphere, not only to support Su Qin’s body, but also to the greatest extent ease the impact on Su Qin’s body. Su Qin’s body slowly landed.

The shot was a teacher of Zhen Fuzong. This character easily showed his powerful realm. However, even the master of this shot, the face is ugly to the extreme.

In the teacher's perception, the number of bright filaments in the teenager of Huang Tiandaomen is countless.

And in his perception, the power of these symbols is already outside the body of the boy, but it does not burst, does not dissipate, but only moves with the heart of the boy.

What is this?

How can there be such a way in the world!

Su Qin's body silently landed under the support of soft clouds, and the blood spilled silently from his mouth.

His eyes were filled with extreme disappointment and shock.

For him, this is an opportunity for all these young people to be recognized and respected by Xian Fuzong. However, he did not think that this Huang Tiandaomen teenager would show such a means.

Because of his disappointment and shock, his face could not help but reveal a look of bitterness.

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The bright filaments flowing from the juvenile did not disappear.

As the teenager's hands slowly fall, these filaments will also pull the yellow sky above him lower.

These filaments are like what grows in his body, giving a feeling of extraordinarily eccentricity.

All the young students of Xian Fuzong looked at these mysterious lights, and they couldn’t say anything.

They simply can't understand the meaning of these filaments. This can at least show that the teenager of Huang Tiandaomen's understanding of runes is far above them on the lines of many heaven and earth.

Huang Tiandaomen’s teenager’s wounds were black and burned, and he burned a lot of flesh and blood. He was undoubtedly very painful, but he continued to take a deep breath and stood firm, then uttered a word: “And Who is coming?"

His voice trembled in the crystal clear light of his body, and he was introduced into the ears of these young people, so that the young people of these Xianfuzong felt inexplicably felt in the chest, and it seemed that the voice had changed. Put a group of vitality into their chests.

However, this sound was transmitted to Zhang Yi’s ear, and Zhang Yi’s gas was suddenly brightened.

Some kind of vitality has a strange resonance, and then Zhang Yi only feels that something in his sleeve is also shining and starts to get hot.

Zhang Yi’s mind slammed, and if there was a thunder, he suddenly reacted to what he had, subconsciously speaking, “He is a sign.”

At this time, in the open space in the mountain gate of Xian Fuzong, except for the remnant of the boy, there was only a heavy breathing.

(This chapter is not finished, please turn the page.) His voice with the Qin chamber is naturally extremely abrupt at this time.

Murong Xiaoyi turned to Huoran.

She couldn't understand the meaning of this sentence. She also subconsciously thought that it was the voice of Su Qin. However, after she turned around, she realized that Zhang Yi, who was looking down at the moment, was the one who looked down.

The teenager of Huang Tiandaomen raised his head and looked at Zhang Yi, who stood at the end of the crowd.

Zhang Yi, who bears the blazing eyes of everyone, unconsciously hangs his head, but in his perception, his sword and the sword in his sleeve are getting hotter and shiny.

The light and sensation in this perception began to remind him of his responsibilities at this time.

"I want to try."

He took the hot sword in the sleeve of his robes and said seriously.

A piece of gloom.

Especially the classmates who just walked out of the lecture hall, all looked at him with the look of an idiot.

"Do you know what you are doing?"

Among the few of his classmates who are closest to him, a girl with a blank face, coldly said: "Do you think that you can make a slight change in your opinion?"

The mood of the girl at this time represents the emotions of all these young students.

If you are on the battlefield, when your brothers and sisters fall down a few, they can still show some courage to die. However, every time a disciple of Xian Fuzong falls down, Xian Fuzong is more humiliating.

Zhang Yi is not stupid. He understands the meaning of this girl and all the classmates.

He is a very modest person on weekdays, but this time he did not give in.

"I want to try."

He faced the girl who was blocking and said sincerely: "I may be able to win."

"Can you win?"

Someone heard his answer, and couldn't stand it anymore. He screamed with anger: "Even if all the classmates can easily comprehend the meaning, you can't comprehend. You said that you can win?"

Zhang Yi was a bit shy, but the hot sword in the palm of his hand seemed to remind him that he could not retreat, so he took a deep breath and said: "If you can win, I will not have to try."

What he said was the original intention of the heart, but such words fell in all of his peers, but it led to greater anger.

Murong's little breath couldn't be smooth. She bit her teeth and waited for the sound to sing Zhang Yi. However, at this moment, a voice sounded: "I fight him."

"No matter what you think. I fight with him."

The teenager of Huang Tiandaomen met the eyes of everyone and slowly repeated it.

"I really don't understand."

The boy is still a very dull look at the matter. He looks at everyone in front and says: "Even I can see that he is a very modest person. There is indeed some confidence to try. Why can't you see? ?"

"He has always been the worst of our group." Zhang Yi’s classmates couldn’t stand it.

(This chapter is not finished, please turn the page) Live and call out.

The teenager of Huang Tiandaomen glanced at him and said: "Before this, the Huangtiandaomen in your eyes are also many times worse than Xianfuzong."

No one is going out again.

Because Zhang Yi has already moved.

He is a modest gentleman and knows how to be modest, but not many people know that what he decides will be more determined than anyone else.

He walked out with a lot of angry and abominable eyes and walked to the front of the teenager of Huang Tiandaomen. Then he thanked the boy of Huangtiandaomen for his salute, and then asked: "In the next instrument, May I ask my brother and sister to have a big name?"

The young boy of Huang Tiandaomen returned to the ceremony and said: "Le Yi."

Murong in the crowd stayed in a hurry, she only woke up at this time, although she had already experienced two battles before her eyes, but no one seemed to care about the name of the boy who was Huang Tiandao, but no one like Zhang Yi. The same respected name is called this young man.

"The music brother is too strong, so I will attack."

Zhang Yi really respectfully looked at the young Yue Yi of Huang Tiandaomen and said.

Le Yi’s face gradually disappeared and said: “Please.”

The heart of Murong’s little heart beats violently.

Before that, she never looked at Zhang Yi, but I don't know why, but at this time she intuitively had something different to happen.

A person's intuition, especially a woman's intuition, is often correct.

At the same time that Zhang Yi was beheaded again, everyone felt dazzling.

Zhang Yi’s right hand sleeves made a dazzling light.

Murong Xiaoyi tried to squint her eyes. She saw the light coming from a small sword held by Zhang Yi's right hand.

The first sword that this little sword gave her was like a rough stone sword polished by a stone. However, at this time, it was emitting light outside. This light was like a moonlight, but it was more than sunlight. Bright.

Holding the stone sword that issued a lot of clean and bright light, Zhang Yi's half body is burning like it, melting like this in the light.

In an uncontrollable exclamation, Zhang Yizhuang made a heavy sword.

There are no tricks.

He flew straight forward and flew straight into the front of Le Yi.

The face of Le Yi became extremely dignified.

He snorted and waved his hands forward.

Numerous crystal clear light with mysterious power, like a wave of water, sweeping toward Zhang Yi's body.

Zhang Yi’s actions have not changed in the slightest.

The road seems to be walking with different lines of crystal light, but surprisingly one by one with the sword in his hand.

A slamming sound.

When the first glimmer of light slid into the sword in his hand, or the small sword in his hand stabbed the sparkling light, the little sword in his hand glimmered and lost a few points of light.

(End of this chapter)

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