Zhong Yiling is a strong person who has entered the holy world, and his cultivation in the middle of the water moon is proficient, and his cultivation is very high, and he is also one of the best among the tens of thousands of people on the scene. The spatial distortion caused by those sword qi storms may be able to affect the divine thoughts of some Butterfly Realm Saint Powers, but they can't completely block the detection of a martial artist of Zhong Yiling's level.

Since he opened his mouth to say that Shi Zhiyi was fine, everyone's hearts relaxed slightly, and Yu Zhongqian had already reached the words of terminating the game, and he swallowed it back.

The pouring sword rain in the sword array continued, and a large number of sword qi fell on the floor of the Qinggang Rock protected by the Vajra Protective Array, striking out countless ripples from this protective array that was known for its strong defense, as if it would shatter at any time.

Under the baptism of the endless rain of swords, Shi Zhiyi's clothes were almost blown into powder, revealing his fair and toned figure. He didn't wear the soft armor of the body protection like Da Xi Zhiyu, and those sword qi that could pierce through the solid stone fell on him without hindrance.

Every sword qi in the sword array can instantly take the life of a marrow cleansing realm martial artist, and under the accumulation of thousands of sword qi, even a martial artist who has entered the hall will be grinded to death.

Unless there is a high-level protective gear such as dragon scale soft armor, every sword qi needs to be defeated by a martial artist with a true element, under this sword rain storm, even if it is a martial artist who has entered the hall, how many true elements can carry it?

However, after these sword qi that could crack the stone stele, after falling on Shi Zhiyi's skin, they were like steel needles falling on the floor of Qinggangyan, and they were bounced away in an instant, without causing even the slightest damage to Shi Zhiyi's somewhat overly white skin!

The power of his barbarian king's armor has reached the realm of subtlety, when he was on Qixia Mountain, Beigong Yan, who was already at the peak of the hall, slapped all his strength, but he failed to kill Shi Zhiyi, and these sword qi were like a spring breeze and drizzle in Shi Zhiyi's eyes. There is a certain upper limit to the damage that the force armor can withstand, if Da Xi Zhiyu condenses the whole body into a true element, Shi Zhiyi naturally does not dare to resist with his flesh and blood, and although the coverage of this sword array is vast, and the number of sword qi is endless, but the true yuan contained in each sword qi is very small, and it cannot threaten Shi Zhiyi at all.

Shi Zhiyi in the storm of swords and rain faintly felt that the martial arts realm of the barbarian king's magic power armor seemed to be improving at a slow and steady speed under this ubiquitous attack, and it was already a subtle realm, but now it was only half a cup of tea time, and he took a small step towards the realm of enlightenment.

In addition to relying on the improvement of Shi Zhiyi's strength, the promotion of his realm depends on the improvement of Shi Zhiyi's strength, and the other way is to constantly temper the already tough skin by resisting external attacks. This point, because the number of times Shi Zhiyi had been injured before was only a handful, so he didn't notice it, and it wasn't until today, under the incomparably dense sword qi attack of Da Xi Zhiyu, that he made this unexpected discovery.

Since this sword array can't help him at all, Shi Zhiyi is already invincible in this final with Da Xi Zhiyu. He doesn't have to do anything, just so quietly endure the baptism of sword rain, constantly temper his skin, and when the time for Tayaotai comes, under the influence of side effects, Da Xi Zhiyu will collapse without a fight.

It's just that although this way of victory is safe, it is not in line with Shi Zhiyi's character. Standing in the ring of the finals of the Lanchun Conference, he represents not only the name Shi Zhiyi, but also his father and the face of the entire Yunqi City.

After coming to Kyoto, he could often feel the contempt of the children of the family and the common people for Yunqi City, one of the eight great families, from some casual details. This is not the result of the imperial family's control of public opinion, but since the disappearance of the demons, the city thousands of miles away has really no sense of existence in the hearts of the people of Kyoto.

Yunqi City is in Kyoto, there is neither an industry, nor a permanent worship, let alone the recruited officials, in the court and family of the Great Jin Dynasty, the Shi family of Yunqi City is like an alien and alien, isolated in the vast Jade Belt Mountains.

Therefore, in the minds of the vast majority of people, the Shi family in Yunqi City is just the last existence of the eight great families, and some people even think that the Shi family, who only owns one city, is not qualified to be compared with the other seven families at all.

If Shi Zhiyi relied on being beaten to resist Da Xi Zhiyu's offensive, he could imagine that even if he won the crown of this Spring Conference, what awaited him and Yunqi City would inevitably be overwhelming doubts and ridicule.

After all, more than ninety percent of gamblers have bet their bets on Da Xi Zhiyu's side, and Shi Zhiyi's victory is tantamount to snatching money from their pockets.

Under the influence of the sword qi storms that erupted from time to time, even Da Xi Zhiyu himself couldn't clearly understand what was going on in the depths of that endless sword rain. However, Da Xi Zhiyu did not want to stop and observe, after just seeing the terrifying strength that the eighteen-year-old boy could burst out, Da Xi Zhiyu hated to exhaust his last trace of true essence and completely left Shi Zhiyi in this ring.

At the age of eighteen, his strength can overwhelm his thirty-year-old self, so when he reaches the age of thirty, how terrifying will he be?

As for the consequences of killing Shi Zhiyi by mistake, Da Xi Zhiyu didn't care. He believed that even if his father was here, he would approve of his choice. What's more, with the strength of Yunqi City, which ranks at the end of the eight great families, does he dare to seek revenge against the behemoth of the Daxi family?

The only thing to worry about is that Shi Zhiyi has a strong man who has entered the holy realm by his side, if he, the young city lord, really dies in the ring, that old man may not give up. However, Da Xi Zhiyu came to Kyoto this time, and there were two strong guards around him, even if the two sides turned their faces, as long as he didn't step forward and die, he had nothing to fear.

was thinking about it, and in Da Xi Zhiyu's eyes, a fist suddenly appeared.

This fist, like a mountain peak that went straight into the sky, came to him from the deepest part of the sword rain, all the way to the wind and rain. In front of this mountain peak, the endless rain of swords, like a drizzle in spring, is so small and insignificant.