Because it was too bright and too crystalline, when the small sword in Zhang Yi's hand appeared in the sight of everyone around him, it seemed to be carved from the most perfect jade in the world, but when the first ray of light came into contact with his small sword, as the light dimmed, a trace appeared on his small sword like rust.

The trail revealed its original stone color, and the swirling vitality was like dust from a stubborn stone being cut.

As more and more crystal light collided with the small sword in Zhang Yi's hand, the bright crystal sword became more and more dim, and the whole body seemed to change from beautiful jade back to stubborn stone.

However, at this time, no one made a sound of scolding Zhang Yi.

Even Murong Xiaoyi's eyes when he looked at Zhang Yi and the sword in Zhang Yi's hand were filled with a look of shock and even awe.

Even she could feel Zhang Yi's sword... This thorn is powerful.

She sensed the meaning of the mystery, but she couldn't understand it.

She couldn't understand that Zhang Yi's sword was unpretentious and straight forward, but it could stab every crystal light that greeted him.

She couldn't understand it, but Le Yi from the Yellow Heaven Dao Sect could.

Because the sword intent of Zhang Yi's sword seemed to cover the entire heaven and earth, although his mind and sword intent were straight forward, they had forcibly changed the rules and direction of the natural flow of many heaven and earth vitality between this side of heaven and earth.

And Zhang Yi's body and on this sword, there is an aura that he is familiar with.

Therefore, when Zhang Yi's sword movement became slower and slower, and the color of the sword became more and more dim, as if it was gradually about to turn into an ordinary stone sword, his face became more and more solemn, and the power accumulated in his body continued to pour out without reservation, pouring into those crystal lights.

Zhang Yi's face did not change at all.

The stone sword in his hand was getting dimmer and dimmer, but in his perception, the light in his sea of qi was getting brighter and hotter.

With his mind, the light that filled his sea of qi poured out along his meridians and poured into the stone sword in his hand.

The dim stone sword in his hand shone again.

The extremely oppressive atmosphere was broken by bursts of exclamations.

Many people stopped breathing and looked at the sword in Zhang Yi's hand in disbelief.

In their perception, what flowed out of Zhang Yi's body at this time was not the true element, but directly a Dao rune.

What is even more incomprehensible to them is that this Dao Talisman no longer needs to be like an ordinary True Talisman, which is stimulated by the True Yuan to attract the Yuan Qi of Heaven and Earth and then finally present it as the power of destroying the Nature.

At this time, this Dao talisman flowing out of Zhang Yi's body was itself power, and it was directly injected into the power of the sword!

The stone sword, which was almost stagnant in the air, continued to glow, and then continued forward!

Le Yi took a deep breath and looked at Zhang Yi and the sword in Zhang Yi's hand with admiration.

The reason why he admired it was not only because Zhang Yi was able to comprehend such a talisman and be able to unleash such a powerful sword.

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

He knew that at this time, he and Zhang Yi had become a competition of pure cultivation and will.

So he also had no reservations, and all the crystal light flowing from his body flew towards Zhang Yi, facing the sword that was getting closer and closer.

On the stone sword in Zhang Yi's hand, countless dust and smoke unfolded in an instant, as if countless fireworks were ignited at the same time.

His arms and entire body trembled violently.

Before he could subconsciously consider whether his body could withstand it, a mouthful of blood had spilled from between his lips and teeth.

The stone sword brilliance in his hand disappeared in an instant.

A qiē gorgeous appearance is all simple.

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

In front of the stone sword, there were several crystalline rays of light.

In the picture imagined by everyone, if this sword advanced again, not only would this sword be cut off, but Zhang Yi would also suffer unimaginable heavy damage.

However, Zhang Yi did not retreat.

Because for him, whether it is the sword intent of the Minshan Sword Sect or the rune intent he has comprehended in this Immortal Rune Sect, they are all foreign objects that he can use, but this sword and his will are himself and his destiny.

He stabbed resolutely at the last few rays of crystal light in front of him.

Several tremendous forces cut into the stone sword in his hand.

Several clouds of dust surged up on the stone sword, but what made everyone's breathing stop was that there was no trace left on this seemingly ordinary stone sword, but Zhang Yi's body shook several times again, and coughed up several mouthfuls of blood.

The soles of his boots exploded, the soles of his feet rubbing against the rubble on the ground, and a mist of blood splattered at the same time.

But it was not until this time that a wave of happiness was born in Zhang Yi's body.

The sword intent of his sword is truly incisive at this time, from pretending to be a foreign object to his own destiny.

In this breath, he and the sword in his hand were connected.

This sword has really changed from Xue Wangxu's sword to his own sword.

Reverence, respect, remembrance, protection, inheritance... And so on and so forth, and so on, and so on, until finally this sword was truly inherited into his sword.

A powerful breath of new life vibrated from the sword's body.

It was only at this time that the pair of old eyes looking at Zhang Yi from a high place on the mountain began to be full of emotion and admiration.

Some sincere exclamations also sounded left and right beside the owner of these eyes at the same time.

The sword intent of the Minshan Sword Sect, the runic method of the Immortal Fu Sect, and the sword of the White Sheep Cave really merged into this simple and humble young man.

Bang.

The yellow sky above Le Yi's head shattered, turning into countless streams of yellow air that flew out.

Le Yi's body couldn't stand firmly, and he sat back and fell to the ground.

The wounds he had suffered under the battle also burst out at this time, and a cloud of blood mist erupted from his mouth, which looked extremely vivid in the falling sunlight.

Zhang Yi's sword light continued to move forward, picking up upward, like a curved goat horn picking up from Le Yi's front and above.

The sword light left a clear mark in the air.

Zhang Yi put away his sword and looked at Le Yi who was sitting on the ground, his eyes were full of apologies.

Le Yi felt sad, but looking at Zhang Yi, who was also sprinkled with blood in front of him, his eyes were full of respect.

"I..."

He was ready to open his mouth to admit defeat, and he was very convinced.

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

Murong Xiaoyi looked at Zhang Yi without blinking, her heart was full of shock, and then she thought of her previous attitude towards him, and began to be ashamed.

"I lost. ”

However, what everyone didn't expect was that Zhang Yi spoke out at this time, he grabbed in front of Le Yi and said, "It's me who lost... Because of my sword, many of them are not from the Immortal Fu Sect. ”

There was an uproar.

Murong Xiaoyi's eyes also widened, she opened her mouth but couldn't speak, she didn't know what to say.

Zhang Yi of Fang Cai is undoubtedly the hero of the Immortal Fu Sect.

As long as he stood there and accepted the other party's admission of defeat, he would naturally be the hero of the Immortal Fu Sect and the object of admiration of all the young students.

Including her, too.

If the Immortal Fu Sect loses, it will have to give up the mountain gate, but at this time, Zhang Yi actually opened his mouth to admit defeat.

She was incomprehensible, but for some reason, she didn't hate Zhang Yi at this time, but there was a strange feeling spreading in her body.

Le Yi was stunned.

What he was about to say was interrupted.

Then his countenance became very stern.

He stood up with support, looked at Zhang Yi sternly, and said, "Winning is winning, and losing is losing." No matter what your sword is, you are from the Immortal Fu Sect, and you are a disciple of the Immortal Fu Sect. So... I still throw in the towel. ”

The chaotic sounds in the room disappeared in an instant, and silence returned.

Many of the disciples of the Immortal Fu Sect who were present, especially Zhang Yi's classmates, naturally felt great guilt in their hearts, and they unconsciously thought that many times, even from the beginning when they saw Zhang Yi, they were naturally rejected in their hearts, and they never regarded Zhang Yi as a disciple of the Immortal Fu Sect like themselves.

Zhang Yi looked at Le Yi, and he was also respectful in his heart, and he didn't know what to say at this time.

At this moment, an old voice fell from above the mountain road, "I didn't lose." ”

Hearing this voice, Zhang Yi's eyes widened in disbelief, and he subconsciously turned around.