The Sword Dynasty

Because it is too bright and too crystal clear, when Zhang Yi’s small sword appears in the eyes of everyone around him, it is like the world’s most perfect jade carving, but when the first light and his little sword When it comes into contact, as the light is dark, his little sword appears to have a trace of rust.

The trace reveals the original stone color, and the lingering spirit is like the dust that has been cut by the stone.

As more and more crystal light collides with the small sword in the hands of Zhang Yi, this small and bright sword is getting more and more bleak, and the whole body is like changing back from jade to stone.

However, no one at this time uttered the voice of Zhang Yi. &nb::::Fiction 3sp; Even Murong Xiaoyi looked at the eyes of Zhang Yi and Zhang Yi’s swords, and they were filled with shock and even awe.

Even she can feel the sword of Zhang Yi... the power of this thorn.

She perceives the meaning of mystery, but she cannot understand it.

She also couldn't understand that Zhang Yi's sword was straightforward and straightforward, but it was able to stab every crystal light that greeted him.

She can't understand, but Leyi from Huangtiandaomen can understand.

Because Zhang Yi’s sword is like a cage that covers the whole world, his mind and swords are straight forward, but they have changed the rules and flowing of the heavens and the earth. direction.

And in Zhang Yi's body and this sword, there is a kind of atmosphere he is familiar with.

Therefore, when Zhang Yi’s sword is getting slower and slower, and the sword color is getting more and more bleak, it seems that when he gradually turns into an ordinary stone sword, his face becomes more and more dignified and the power accumulated in the body. Unreserved and constantly rushing into the glittering light.

Zhang Yi’s face has not changed.

The stone sword in his hand is getting more and more bleak, but in his perception, the light in his sea is getting brighter and hotter.

With his heart, the light filled in his breath rushed down his meridian and poured into the stone sword in his hand.

The faint stone sword in his hand was bright again.

The atmosphere that was suppressed to the extreme was broken by a burst of exclamation.

Many people stopped breathing and couldn't believe the sword in Zhang Yi's hand.

In their perception, at this time, Zhang Yi’s body is not a real element, but a direct sign.

What makes them hard to understand is that this Taoist symbol does not need to be the same as the ordinary authenticity. It is inspired by the real element to gather the heaven and earth and then finally appear to be devastating power.

At this time, the Taoist figure flowing out of Zhang Yi’s body is itself a force, directly injected into the power of the sword!

The stone sword that is almost stagnant in the air continues to shine, and then move on!

Le Yi took a deep breath and admired the sword in the hands of Zhang Yi and Zhang Yi.

The reason why he admires is not only because Zhang Yi can understand such a meaning, but also to display such a powerful sword.

The most important thing is that he can't imagine Zhang Yi's display of such a powerful sword, but he can maintain that posture in the sarcasm of those classmates.

He knew that Zhang Yi and Zhang Yi had become a match between pure cultivation and will.

Therefore, he also had no reservations. All the crystal light flowing from his body flew to Zhang Yi and greeted the sword that was getting closer and closer.

On the stone sword in the hands of Zhang Yi, countless dust smokes were launched in an instant, as if there were countless fireworks at the same time.

His arm and the whole body trembled fiercely.

A blood has spilled from his lips before he subconsciously considers whether his body is tolerant.

The stone Jianhua in his hands disappeared all of a sudden.

All the gorgeous appearances are all simple.

The sword in his hand turned into a small, very ordinary stone sword.

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

In the picture that everyone imagines, if this sword is re-entered, not only will the sword be cut off, but Zhang Yi will suffer an unimaginable heavy blow.

However, Zhang Yi did not retreat.

For him, whether it is the sword of the Shushan sword, or the meaning he realized in this fairy Fuzong, is the foreign object he can use, but this sword and his will are his own Is his life.

He decided to stab the last few shining lights in front of him.

A few huge forces were cut in the stone sword in his hands.

There were a few dusts on the stone sword. However, it was the stone sword that seemed to be unusual to the extreme. There was no trace left on the stone sword. However, Zhang Yi’s body once again shocked the earthquake and even coughed up. A few mouthfuls of blood.

The soles of his feet burst open, his feet rubbed against the gravel on the ground, and a **** fog splashed.

But until this time, a happy intention was born in Zhang Yi's body.

The sword of his sword is the real best at this time, from the foreign object to his own life.

Between this interest, he and the sword in his hand are connected.

This sword was truly transformed from his sword, which was forgotten by Xue, into his own sword.

Devotion, respect, nostalgia, guardianship, inheritance, etc., and many other blazing emotions, eventually turned this sword into a real sword.

A powerful new breath swayed from the sword.

It was only then that I looked at Zhang Yi’s old eyes in the mountains and began to feel full of emotion and admiration.

Some sincere and sighing voices also sounded around the eyes of the owner.

The swordsmanship of the swords of Lushan, the means of the charms of Xian Fuzong, and the swords of the White Sheep Cave are actually integrated into this simple and humble teenager.

A bang.

The yellow sky above the top of Le Yi collapsed and turned into a myriad of yellow airflows that flowed out.

Le Yi’s body could not stand still and fell to the ground.

The wounds he suffered under Lien Chan also burst out at this time. His mouth also spurted a **** fog, which was extremely bright in the sun falling down the road.

Zhang Yi’s Jianguang continued to move forward and provoked, such as a curved goat's horn from the top of Le Yi's body.

Jianguang left clear traces in the air.

Zhang Yi took the sword and looked at Le Yi, who was sitting on the ground, and looked apologetic.

Le Yi felt sad, but Zhang Yi, who was also covered with blood in front of him, was respectful in his eyes.

"I…"

He is ready to admit defeat and is very convinced.

When his first "I" word sounded, Murong Xiaoyi and all the Zhang Yi's classmates around him were in a complicated mood that was difficult to describe with words.

Murong Xiaoyi looked at Zhang Yi with a sly look. Her heart was full of shock, and then she thought of her attitude towards him and began to be ashamed.

"I lost."

However, what everyone did not think was that Zhang Yi was speaking at this time. He grabbed it in front of Le Yi and said, "I lost. Because of my sword, many of them are not from Xian Fuzong."

A piece of gloom.

Murong Xiaoyi also widened her eyes. She opened her mouth but couldn’t speak, didn’t know what to say.

Zhang Yi of Fang Cai is undoubtedly the hero of Xian Fuzong.

As long as he stands there and accepts the other's admit defeat, he is naturally the hero of Xian Fuzong, the object of all young students admiring.

Including her too.

If Xian Fuzong loses, he will have to let out the mountain gate. However, Zhang Yi at this time actually turned to admit defeat.

She is difficult to understand, but somehow, she does not hate Zhang Yi at this time, but there is a strange feeling in the body.

Le Yi stunned.

The words he wanted to say were interrupted.

Then his face became very serious.

He supported the standing up and looked at Zhang Yi seriously. He said: "Win is winning, losing is losing. No matter how you sword, you are from Xian Fuzong, you are a disciple of Xian Fuzong. So... I still admit defeat. ""

The chaotic sounds between the scenes disappeared instantly and returned to silence.

Many of the disciples of Xian Fuzong, especially Zhang Yi’s classmates, naturally gave birth to great embarrassment. They unconsciously thought that many times, even when they saw Zhang Yi from the beginning, their hearts were naturally rejected. Zhang Yi has never been regarded as a disciple of Xian Fuzong who is the same as himself.

Zhang Yi looked at Le Yi, and her heart was also a good life. At this time, he did not know what to say.

At this time, an old voice fell from the top of the mountain road. "There is no loss."

Hearing this sound, Zhang Yi’s eyes were incredibly big, and he subconsciously turned around.