Zhang Yi looked at it for a long time, but the seventh form he was looking forward to did not appear, but Zhang Yi still looked at it very seriously.

At this time, Dongfang Shangqin was wielding the Demon Devouring Blood Sword in his sword domain, slashing or stabbing, and a large amount of magma would turn into various forms with his movements. At this time, Zhang Yi finally understood the meaning of this sword domain, Dongfang Shangqin in this domain, every simple swing of the magic sword was equivalent to using the first five forms of the Seven Demon Devouring Forms. The moves are all waves of fire, and the wind and clouds change.

After demonstrating the role of the sword domain, Dongfang Shangqin finally stopped wielding the demon sword, held the magic sword in his hand and looked at Zhang Yi and said, "What do you think of this demon devouring six styles as a teacher?"

"This is the most terrifying fighting skill Zizheng has ever seen now. Zhang Yi replied very simply, without the slightest hint of contrivedness.

Dongfang Shangqin smiled proudly and said to Zhang Yi: "You are right, if you are such a powerful and accustomed fighting skill as a teacher, there will hardly be a second person in the world who will use it." The reason why I say almost is because 400 years have passed, and I don't know how far the fighting gods on the Moon Scar Continent have reached to become teachers. There may be people who have created a more powerful fighting skill than the Devouring Six, but I believe that there will never be a fighting skill that can beat the Eater Seventh. Now as a teacher, I will let you see why you are so confident as a teacher. ”

After that, Dongfang Shangqin no longer looked at Zhang Yi, but closed his eyes and calmed down. After a while, Dongfang Shangqin's lips opened and closed slightly, and the voice seemed to come from all directions.

"The seventh form of devouring demons, the magic sword is the baptism of natural disasters!"

A few simple words stopped in Zhang Yi's ears, but they were full of vicissitudes, and these words seemed to come through the void through eternity. This seventh style Dongfang Shangqin didn't make any moves, just stuck the Demon Devouring Blood Sword in front of him and stood with his hands in his hands.

Immediately afterwards, Zhang Yi saw that a burning flame on the Demon Devouring Blood Sword was extinguished, as if it had lost its spirituality, and it was quietly inserted on the ground. But the calmness of the magic sword does not mean that other things will also be calm. The magma sword domain, which was originally 3,000 meters in diameter like purgatory, suddenly became restless, and wisps of magma went straight into the sky as if they were being sucked by something. Zhang Yi hurriedly looked up at the changes in the sky, and saw that the sky in the Demon Sword World was like a huge blood-red vortex at this time, rotating slowly and forcefully clockwise. The wisps of magma that rose into the sky were now sucked into it by the whirlpool. As the whirlpool turned, more and more magma rose from the ground, gradually connecting into a red waterfall that flowed backwards. At this time, Dongfang Shangqin's figure was no longer visible, and the waterfall composed of magma had completely enveloped him in it.

Zhang Yi couldn't describe the scene he saw in words, if the previous fighting skill was Tianwei, then now he can only use the end to describe what is happening in front of him.

This magnificent scene is long to say, but in fact the process is very fast. Within a moment, all the magma was sucked into the air as a vortex, and the originally red vortex had turned white as more and more magma was sucked in. But it was not as white as a cloud, and Zhang Yi couldn't tell what kind of white it was, but Zhang Yi could feel that the danger brought by this white vortex was much stronger than the previous red.

Dongfang Shangqin looked up at the sky, and the ethereal voice came again, "This Demon Devouring Seventh Form represents the pinnacle of being a teacher and a student, and it is also the limit of being a teacher. Now you can take a good look at the pride of being a teacher all your life. ”

After speaking, Dongfang Shangqin pulled out the Demon Devouring Blood Sword on the ground and pointed it straight at the center of the whirlpool. Said: "Devouring the demons and fighting the moon marks, the sword points to the sky." ”

If such arrogant words were said by others, Zhang Yi would only feel that this person was sick in the brain. But from the mouth of the Blood Sword Fighting Demon Dongfang Shangqin, Zhang Yi only felt that his domineering spirit was exposed, and a stream of blood was boiling with these words.

This is that from this moment on, Zhang Yi already has a goal in life, he wants to accomplish what Dongfang Shangqin has not done.

But Zhang Yi was not the only one who felt this sentence, as if someone in the sky had heard his words, but this sentence angered his majesty. Suddenly, the rumbling sound in the air was endless, and the whirlpool, which had been rotating clockwise, suddenly began to rotate in reverse direction from the center. As the vortex rotated faster and faster, white fireballs fell from the sky. The smallest diameter of the fireball is more than three meters, and the maximum diameter is at least ten meters away. Thousands fell together, and the whole world was set off in a miserable white color.

Zhang Yi was already slumped on the ground with fright, his body trembling uncontrollably, he couldn't judge the white fireball covering a range, and there was no way to dodge. If a fireball happens to come over to hit soy sauce, Zhang Yi will have only one end, and that is to turn into air. However, fortunately, Dongfang Shangqin seemed to be able to control the direction of these fireballs, and none of the fireballs flew towards Zhang Yi's side.

Looking at the fireballs flying all over the sky, Zhang Yi muttered: "Is this really a natural disaster? Can a natural disaster have such a might? The number of these fireballs is probably already over 10,000! What is the miserable white color? How high is this temperature?"

The fireballs didn't stay in the air for long, and the white fireballs were already in the dirt. After the fireball was submerged in the earth, it did not turn the land into magma like the previous fire dragon group, but smashed the ground into deep pits, and the edges of the pits were like neatly cut sections, without a trace of scorching.

The temperature of the miserable white fireball burned the earth and stone into nothingness in an instant, but no temperature leaked out. The extent of this horror may only be known to those who have faced the fireball themselves. Looking at the ground that has been ravaged by tens of thousands of fireballs, there are countless deep pits of all sizes, and some places have been hit by several fireballs and smashed beyond recognition. The entire magic sword space was like being baptized by missiles, and it was in shambles.

At this time, although Dongfang Shangqin was still standing straight, Zhang Yi still saw his violently undulating chest, obviously such a continuous magnification move Dongfang Shangqin had also reached the limit. But this can't affect Zhang Yi's admiration for him, not out of the master-apprentice relationship, but from the bottom of his heart to the strong.

The magic sword in Dongfang Shangqin's hand had disappeared, and his breathing was much calmer, and he walked up to Zhang Yi and said, "Do you see it clearly?"

Zhang Yi nodded again and again, and said: "See clearly, master, you are really amazing, every move is so handsome, every style is so chic, I really want to watch it twice after watching it, and I want to ...... after watching it twice."

"Alright, alright. ”

Dongfang Shangqin hurriedly stopped Zhang Yi from continuing to pat himself. Said: "Needless to say, I will teach you all this, but whether you can learn it depends on yourself." ”

"The disciple will live up to the master's expectations. Zhang Yi replied very simply, he knew that the difficulty of cultivating a fighting skill like the Demon Devouring Seven Style could be imagined, but Zhang Yi had already made preparations, as long as he didn't need to be from the palace, Zhang Yi was willing to pay any price to learn this peerless fighting skill