Soon, the two of them had eaten all the delicious dishes on the table, and there was no trickle left.

"Let's go, Xiaohui, go to the event, just to eliminate food!" Wiping his mouth, Zhao Yi stood up and said with a smile on his face, he was already a little impatient for the bloody abuse of Meng Hui.

"Go, go, who's afraid of whom!" Meng Hui stalked his neck, slapped his hands heavily on the table, and stood up and said stiffly.

"Then let's go!" Zhao Yi hooked the corners of his mouth and took the lead in walking outside the Yuelai Inn. Seeing this, Meng Hui's face froze, and he walked up to follow, with such a look, quite a sense of death.

The two of them circled around the small town of Aoyama and finally stopped in a deserted outskirts of the town. In a forest in the wilderness, there is an irregular circular clearing, and at this time, Zhao Yi and the two are standing opposite each other in this wood.

"Blood Knife Slash!" As soon as he stood still, Meng Hui did not hesitate, the weeping blood knife came out of the sheath, the blood-colored knife qi was horizontal and horizontal, and a huge blood-colored knife directly slashed down at Zhao Yi. Although as soon as Zhao Yi said that he wanted to have a discussion with him before, Meng Hui showed a very cowardly look, but at this time, he really stood opposite Zhao Yi, and Meng Hui no longer had half a cowardice. His eyes were extremely sharp, as if Zhao Yi, who was standing opposite him, was his life and death enemy.

This is Meng Hui, once he fights with someone, he will definitely use all his strength, and he will not have reservations because of the identity and strength of the opponent, even in the face of an opponent who is completely unable to resist, he will not be cowardly, he will only stand with his sword raised and fight proudly.

In the face of Meng Hui's momentum, Zhao Yi lifted a satisfied smile on his face, and Zhao Yi was extremely satisfied with Meng Hui's fighting spirit. But satisfaction is satisfaction, in this battle, Zhao Yi will not release water!

"Xiaohui, I'm going to take you to try my newly learned martial arts today!" Just as the blood-colored sword was about to arrive, a burst of light changed on Zhao Yi's right hand, and a burst of silver-white mist bloomed in his palm, and a silver-white long sword with a flickering cold light emerged from his palm inch by inch. It was the third-order peak Xuan-level ice attribute sword with the power of ice that was obtained from Bai Ze, the Ice Spirit Sword.

"Ice!" The Ice Spirit Sword was held in his hand, and he swung it again and again, and a thick ice wall instantly appeared in front of Zhao Yi's body, just blocking the blood-colored sword.

Sonor!

The sword slashed on the ice wall, making a sound of gold and iron resonating, cracks spread on the ice wall, and then blood-colored knife qi slashed towards the ice wall one after another. Eventually, the ice wall turned into countless pieces and scattered all over the ground, and the sword qi was all resisted.

"What? Senior Brother Zhao Yi, aren't you a fire attribute internal qi? How can you actually use this ice attribute martial arts and sword? This is unreasonable!" Seeing that Zhao Yi actually displayed an ice attribute ability, Meng Hui was suddenly shocked and speechless. A fire-attribute martial artist can actually use the ability of the ice attribute, is this still a human?

"Who told you that I was just a fire attribute internal qi?" Hearing this, Zhao Yi smiled evilly, pulled a few sword flowers with the Ice Spirit Sword in his hand, leaned on his side, and said with a smile. A few wisps of cold air spread out.

"It's really worthy of Senior Brother Zhao Yi, he actually has such a means!" After being shocked for a while, Meng Hui collected his mind, he had always had great respect and admiration for Zhao Yi, and all kinds of incredible abilities that appeared in Zhao Yi seemed to him to be extremely normal.

"Ice Condensation!" Zhao Yi's body moved, the Ice Spirit Sword in his hand swung out again and again, and the rich cold qi invaded towards Meng Hui, the surrounding temperature quickly decreased, and a layer of white frost spread rapidly from Zhao Yi's feet, and the clearing where the two of them were located turned into a world of ice and snow in a few breaths, and even on some trees at the edge of the clearing, a little frost was also hung.

"Blood Knife Wuji!" Before the frost was about to invade him, Meng Hui's feet slammed on the ground, his body swept up, hanging in the air, and then the weeping blood knife in his hand slashed out again and again, and nine blood-colored knife qi of more than ten zhang appeared out of thin air, slashing towards Zhao Yi from nine directions.

The moment the sword qi appeared, it emitted a scorching aura, melting the surrounding frost a little. That was the temperature of qi and blood.

"Ice marks!" The blood-colored sword qi suddenly arrived, Zhao Yi's face was calm, the ice spirit sword was horizontal in front of his chest, and a circle of silver-white light spread out from his body, and the moment he touched the nine blood-colored sword qi, the rich cold qi suddenly erupted, and the blood-colored sword qi was directly frozen in the air.

And after freezing the nine blood-colored sword qi, the silver-white aperture of light had not stopped spreading, and even spread a few points faster, but the time of a breath swept over Meng Hui's figure, freezing him as well.

Swish!

After Meng Hui, who was suspended in the air, was frozen in ice, he instantly lost all his strength support, and fell directly from the air, smashed to the ground, and fell into it.

For a while, nine blood-colored sword qi were frozen in the air, and Meng Hui who was holding a blood-colored weeping blood knife was frozen on the ground, and there was ice and snow all around.

Zhao Yi stood with his sword, looked at Meng Hui who was frozen by himself, smiled slightly, raised his right hand, and the golden-red little sword in the dantian spun wildly, and a puff of earth fire ran out along the meridians, turning the nine blood-colored swords frozen in the air into a mist.

"Click!"

After Zhao Yi turned the ice cubes in the air into mist, there was a clicking sound on the ice cubes that were frozen in the clouds, and then blood light shot out from the ice cubes, directly shattering them, and the rich knife qi swept out, and at the same time, a burst of shouts suddenly sounded: "Lan Roll Stormy Waves! Swallow Mountains and Rivers!" It was actually two consecutive moves that slashed out.

"Bing Ning!" In the face of Meng Hui's all-out counterattack, Zhao Yi didn't dare to be careless at all, after all, this "Frost and Cold Xuanbing Sword" Zhao Yi had only been enlightened for a short time, and he had not yet mastered it.

The Ice Spirit Sword changed instantly, and four ice walls appeared in an instant, enveloping Zhao Yi and blocking all of Meng Hui's attacks. However, Zhao Yi's attainment of the "Frost and Cold Ice Sword" was not high after all, and after a little resistance, he was directly broken by Meng Hui's blood-colored sword qi.

"Red Flame Sun Fist!" Seeing that his defense could not withstand Meng Hui's attack, Zhao Yi immediately turned the Ice Spirit Sword into a bracer and put it on his arm, and at the same time, a punch blasted out, and when he landed, a golden-red fist turned into the shape of a holy beast unicorn in the air, devouring the blood-colored sword qi.

The golden-red unicorn shape faced the two blood-colored sword qi, raised its two front paws, and slapped it directly. When the golden-red qilin slapped on the blood-colored sword qi, the two blood-colored sword qi directly exploded, turning into dozens of tiny sword qi and enveloping the golden-red qilin.

Snort!

The small knife qi roared horizontally and horizontally, instantly slicing the golden-red unicorn into sparse pieces. However, the golden-red unicorn that had been cut into sparse pieces did not disappear there, but instead shook in the wind and turned into a large puff of golden-red flames, directly devouring all the sword qi and burning it into nothingness.

Seeing this, Zhao Yi smiled slightly, stretched out his hand, and directly withdrew all the geocentric flames in the air into his body. When he looked at Meng Hui again, Zhao Yi couldn't help but have a look of crying and laughing on his face.

I saw that Meng Hui didn't know when, he had already retreated to a big tree at the edge of the clearing, staring at Zhao Yi with a wary face.

"You guy, why are you running so far?" Zhao Yi clapped his hands and looked at Meng Hui speechlessly.

"Your flame is too strong, I have to stay away, otherwise I will get a trace on my body, I'm afraid it will be enough for me to drink a pot, and if I don't say it, I will be taken away directly by it!" Meng Hui slowly jumped down from the tree and said with a weak face. For the powerful power of Zhao Yi's earth-centered flame, he has witnessed it more than once, and that kind of power is gone when it is stained with people!

Hearing this, Zhao Yi couldn't help but have a few black lines on his face, what kind of joke, if the attack couldn't be sent and received freely, he would have cultivated in vain for so many years.

"Give me less poverty, I really can't help you with the 'Frost and Cold Xuanbing Sword' alone, and I will even make it for you, it seems that your strength has indeed improved a lot!" Hearing this, Zhao Yi said angrily.

Hearing this, Meng Hui's face suddenly collapsed, and he said with a bitter face: "I said Senior Brother Zhao Yi, don't bury me, my full strength can only barely overwhelm your newly learned martial arts, but it tramples me to death, is my strength really so bad?"

His all-out attack was only a slight suppression of Zhao Yi's uncomprehended ice attribute swordsmanship and martial arts, was there really such a big gap between his strength and Senior Brother Zhao Yi?

"Xiao Hui, are you sure that you really shot with all your might? If that's the case, then why can't I feel the existence of the half-step sword intent in the slightest in your attack? You know, when I cast the 'Frost Xuanbing Sword', I was integrated with the sword intent, otherwise I would only have a martial art that I had not been able to comprehend for a long time, how could I have the power of Fang Cai?" Hearing this, the corners of Zhao Yi's mouth hooked.

Although Zhao Yi's internal qi is strong and pure, it is also impossible to fight with Meng Hui with all his strength and refinement, but it is also impossible to fight with Meng Hui with just a set of swordsmanship and martial arts that he has not fully comprehended. If Meng Hui really attached the power of half-step sword intent to the attack, he was afraid that Zhao Yi who had used the "Frost Xuanbing Sword" could be completely suppressed with the "Blood Knife Wuji"!

Hearing this, Meng Hui smiled and said no more. After all, the truth is indeed as Zhao Yi said.