The night was deeper, the residual temperature was not dispersed, and the sea breeze was blowing, and Zhang Yifeng felt the shock brought by the sword just now. secretly calculated in his heart that he would give Zhang Jianyi a surprise this time, and let out a bad breath.

Returning to the room from the beach, Zhang Yifeng consciously entered the wooden barrel, and the sword qi that had not yet dissipated quickly repaired his body. He didn't slack off at all, and immediately entered the cultivation state.

"The mixture of the two energies is so violent. If I supplement it with ferocious sword skills, can I increase my power again?" Zhang Yifeng, who had tasted the sweetness for the first time, had an abnormally active cerebral cortex, and kept thinking about how to improve and strengthen it.

"Yi'er, I can't be lazy today. Come out quickly and be tested as a teacher. Genius Meng Meng Liang shouted at the door with a happy voice.

"Let that old ghost know how powerful the master is today!" In the room, Zhang Yifeng closed his eyes and pondered, revealing a smile, and he couldn't help but feel a dark refresh in his heart.

Zhang Yifeng, who walked out of the room, still pretended to have a bitter gourd face that had nothing to love. Zhang Jianyi's smile became stronger when he saw it, and his whole face turned into a flower, thinking in his heart how to torture this obedient man today.

The two of them, each with their own ghosts, drew their swords and began to fight again.

Zhang Yifeng, who was smart, did not move, but just condensed the sword qi at the tip of the sword, and was highly vigilant and waited for the opponent to attack. He knew very well that if he was at his current level, a strong attack would be death, and today's purpose was to find an opportunity to use a sword that mixed sword qi and magic power, so he had to wait patiently for the opportunity.

Watching Zhang Yifeng put on a posture, Zhang Jianyi was not hypocritical. The cyan sword qi erupted, strangely forming three cyan strange flowers that kept rotating on the sword body.

"Clear water out of hibiscus, three flowers bucket fragrant. Moon Cold Level Sword Technique: Blue and White Three-Wheel Sword!" Zhang Jian approached Zhang Yifeng unhurriedly, and a leaf that happened to fall was instantly inhaled and twisted into powder by a sword qi blue flower.

This sword skill is so terrifying, it seems to be silent, but the suction and destructive power are so strong. Zhang Yifeng's heart sank, and the sword qi on the sword became even stronger.

The blue and white flowers are near, and all the surrounding flowers and plants pulled by the suction are floating. Zhang Yifeng's face sank like water, he retreated and bowed his left leg violently, leaving a deep footprint in the soil behind him. The sword moved with it, and the sword qi suddenly exploded, and the right wrist stabbed straight through, and the tail of the sword dragged the star-like air current, making a squeaky sound of breaking the air.

"Star Dome Sword Technique: Meteor Thorn. Zhang Yifeng used the new sword skills he learned after being abused a few days ago.

Poof! Poof! In an instant, the two soldiers came into contact. Relying on the powerful impact of the meteor thorn, the two blue flowers shattered, and when the third blue flower was impacted, the sword qi was exhausted.

As soon as the sword technique stopped, the iron sword in Zhang Yifeng's hand was instantly sucked in by the blue and white, and no matter how hard he tried, he couldn't break it.

The tip of the sword was sucked up, and there were faint signs of cracking. Zhang Yifeng's complexion changed suddenly, his hand pinched the magic trick, and a fireball slammed on the blue and white flowers, pulling out the iron sword and retreating sharply, pulling away to a safe distance.

"Yes, there is progress. Be careful next!" Seeing that Zhang Yifeng actually broke his sword move, Zhang Jianyi was very pleased.

"The spring breeze dances the willows, and the butterflies love the flowers. Spring Dance Spirit Butterfly Sword!" Zhang Jian's body changed, and between his steps, the whole person looked illusory, and the sword in his hand was so fast that an afterimage appeared.

"Damn, that's it again. Zhang Yifeng pursed his lips with an angry expression. He has suffered a lot in this move, and no matter how hard he racks his brains in the past few days, he can't completely take this fast sword move, and he is always injured by this move.

"If you can't bear it, you will make a big plan, no matter what. The spring breeze dances lightly and willows, and the butterflies love the flowers. Spring Dance Spirit Butterfly Sword!" The sword was close, and he didn't have to think about it in a hurry, Zhang Yifeng had to fight quickly and use the same sword move.

The sword was in mid-air, the sword wind was blowing, the surrounding grass and trees were trembling, and every time the two swords touched it, there was a muffled sound. Zhang Yifeng's wrist kept flipping, and when he saw that the sparks were splashing everywhere, it seemed that the sharp sword qi was about to cut the wind in half.

Gradually, Zhang Yifeng's wrist began to ache, and the speed of the sword slowed down. Zhang Jianyi was like no one else, his sword speed did not decrease at all, but became more and more energetic, and sure enough, Jiang was still old and spicy.

Zhang Yifeng fell into passivity again, but he was still able to keep up and had the power to parry. It's just that the mood is extremely irritable, and the little face is so bitter that he can squeeze out water.

Seeing that Zhang Yifeng was becoming more and more difficult to parry, and his face was even more bitter and hateful, Zhang Jianyi felt funny and couldn't help but play.

"The sword is shocking, and the cloak is messy. Zhang Jian's sword move changed again and again, and he slammed the sword and slashed indiscriminately. Zhang Yifeng didn't react in a hurry, he was instantly beaten all over the ground looking for teeth, the white clothes on his body turned into strips of cloth again, and he endured a sword on his shoulder before breaking the sword move and avoiding it to the side.

"Master, what kind of sword technique are you using, why is it just a flurry of slashes, and there is no flow method?" Zhang Yifeng asked humbly after enduring the severe pain.

Zhang Jianyi grinned and said, "Yi'er was really right, you said." It's not a sword skill, it's just a ruffian fighting and slashing!"

"Old ghost, you are ruthless! you wait!" Zhang Jian said one by one, and the angry Zhang Yifeng was out of the body and the second Buddha ascended to heaven, and the earth soul beat violently, and the magic power was irritable.

"Don't talk big!" Zhang Jianyi struck again.

Zhang Yifeng tore off a strip of cloth casually, bit his teeth and wrapped them around his shoulder, stopped the bleeding, and raised his sword to meet it again.

"This kid's brain is angry, and his head is iron, why don't you open the distance and attack with magic?" Seeing that Zhang Yifeng, who is usually a ghost, actually chose to fight hard, Zhang Jianyi was very puzzled. However, the artist was bold and didn't want to continue to concentrate on fighting with Zhang Yifeng.

"Bluestone cracks!"

Zhang Yifeng, who was fighting more and more violently, seized the opportunity to use the qi storage sword technique, and slashed out a sword from top to bottom with all the strength of his body, and the sword qi roared and the air exploded.

Feeling the power of this sword, Zhang Jianyi was not afraid. The eyes were slight, the horse stepped down, and the sword qi instantly gathered and swung upward. This sword is actually the same again!

"Bluestone cracks!"

Bang! The swords touched, and the sword qi on one side was as stable as a stone, and there was a gap on the other.

Zhang Yifeng was defeated again, the tiger's mouth was shattered, and he was blown to the ground, spurting out of his mouth with sparkling blood, and his whole body was even more cut out by the agitated sword qi.

"Boy, didn't you make me wait, why did you lie on the ground by yourself?" Zhang Jianyi succeeded again, laughing wildly.

Zhang Yifeng, who was lying on the ground, felt that there was not much sword qi left in his body, so he actually smiled strangely and ignored Zhang Jianyi's words. A fierce color flashed in his eyes, and a carp rolled up.

"Lianzhu Fireball!" Zhang Yifeng's magic power spurted, and he instantly used two star dome-level magic to seal all of Zhang Jianyi's attack routes.

As soon as he closed his eyes, he poured all the remaining sword qi into the iron sword. The magic power quickly urged the fire elemental to rush towards the sword. Although I have used it twice, the tension of being hollowed out and my energy is highly concentrated. Zhang Yifeng tried hard to adjust the degree of mixing, and he didn't know that his teeth had bitten the skin of his mouth, and the wounds all over his body overflowed more blood due to the violent fluctuations of sword qi and magic power.

Looking at the alternating red and white light on Zhang Yifeng's body, Zhang Jianyi was shocked. At this time, his sword qi was already not much, and he was blocked by a series of fireballs, and he couldn't free his hand for a while. Just wait quietly to see what kind of surprise this precious apprentice has to bring him.

"Faintly cremated fireflies: Fierce slashing bluestone sword!"

Finally, Zhang Yifeng, who mixed the two to the extreme, slashed out this sword. The red and white on the sword took over, and the heat and sharpness fused together. The water in the air instantly evaporated, turning into a trace of white mist rising upward, and all the flowers and creatures in the courtyard trembled under the terrifying sword aura. The white mist was accompanied by firelight, and Zhang Yifeng jumped up and slashed towards Zhang Jianyi, like a god of fire descending into the world.

"Damn, so fierce!" The moment he received the sword, Zhang Jian's iron sword shattered directly. In a moment, Zhang Jianyi decisively broke the ban and summoned the sword qi of the protective body.

Zhang Yifeng's iron sword was also shattered, and the combined power of the two types exploded again. The sharp sword qi directly knocked Zhang Jian back several meters, and the turtle shell was also torn out of a gap, and the roaring flames poured into it in an instant. As soon as Zhang Jian struck again, the sword qi instantly formed a humanoid protective cover, but unfortunately it was still a step too late, and his entire face was burned into a big cat, and his beloved mustache was also turned into ashes with the flames.

This was not the end, the remaining flames spread directly into a fan shape, burning everything in the way, until it hit the wall of the house. The white walls instantly blackened, the heat wave rolled in the entire courtyard, and the ground was even more ablaze, like purgatory.

Zhang Yifeng, the author of all this, was also directly pushed to the corner of the wall, the wall behind him cracked inch by inch, all the facial features overflowed with blood, and the whole person was like black charcoal. Fortunately, the palm of the hand is protected by sword qi when holding the sword, otherwise it would have to be burned to ashes.

Rao was so miserable, when Zhang Yifeng saw Zhang Jianyi's face like Bao Gong, he couldn't help laughing: "How can I say it, now I know how powerful the master is! It's just a pity that I didn't knock you down, and I couldn't pass the level." This smile triggered his chest, and a mouthful of blood rushed out, but Zhang Yifeng was still very happy at this time.

"I didn't knock down a fart, it wasn't that Lao Tzu broke the forbidden sword qi protector, and he squatted at the base of the wall like you! Boy, you passed the test!" Zhang Jianyi was not angry, but very pleased.

"By the way, what's the matter with your sword technique? The power is so terrifying, at least it has reached the Yang Han level sword technique, and the low-level sword master realm is bound to be injured. Zhang Jianyi touched his face and couldn't wait to ask.

"That's when I mixed sword qi and magic power to produce special powers. It's not a sword technique, it's a sword magic skill to be exact!" Hearing that it could have the power to kill a sword master, Zhang Yifeng's face flushed with excitement, and another mouthful of blood spurted out!

"Nonsense! This is a matter of life, why didn't you tell the teacher, and mixed it up privately! Do you still have me as a master in your eyes?" Zhang Jian was concerned and chaotic, and scolded angrily.

Looking at Zhang Jianyi's nervous appearance, Zhang Yifeng's heart warmed his nose and sour, and he said, "Master, I was wrong." "There was no longer the excitement that had just been, and he hung his head like a child who had done something wrong.

"That's it, don't speak, heal your wounds for the teacher. Zhang Jianyi hurriedly put Zhang Yifeng into the barrel. Zhang Yifeng, who was exhausted for several days, fell asleep.

Looking at the sleeping Zhang Yifeng, Zhang Jianyi muttered to himself kindly: "No wonder, these powerhouses on the mainland change color as soon as they talk about the forbidden body, this potential is indeed terrifying. Yi'er, as a teacher, you can rest assured, maybe you can really break through the four spirits and reach the top in the future. ”