Blocking the door in the early morning, forcing by demolishing the door, coupled with the sword kicking invitation at this time, Zeng Ting'an looked very arrogant today.

However, this is extremely normal in Changling, Zeng Tingan is like a microcosm of countless Changling teenagers.

A qiē should be a false name, and all are respected by strength.

In fact, in the heart of the owner, the reason why Emperor Yuanwu was able to change the law successfully, and the reason why he firmly controlled the entire Great Qin Dynasty after ascending the throne was that he was under his own hands, and the country was at his feet, because he and some of the people around him had swords that others could not resist.

Therefore, many cultivators in Changling now respect Xue Wangxu, not because Xue Wangxu is old enough, but because of the realm he has reached.

Zhang Yi turned sideways, stretched out his hand, and accurately grabbed the hilt of the bladeless Xuantie Sword flying in front of him, he was also familiar with the temperament of these young talents in Changling, so he was not angry at this time, just looked at Ding Ning, and said sadly: "Do you really want me to fight?"

Ding Ning glanced at him, and just said softly: "It's a better fight, it's not that I want to watch it." ”

Zhang Yi heard the meaning of Ding Ning's words, the sadness on his face finally disappeared completely, and he nodded solemnly.

"A challenge has also been made so troublesome by you, no wonder the Aries Cave can only be returned to the Qingteng Sword Academy!"

Zeng Ting'an had long run out of patience, and directly said a very rude word, and then walked to the center of the road, and the bladeless Xuantie sword that he grabbed in his hand was directly raised, and the blunt tip of the sword pointed at Zhang Yi's chest, and the sword body began to tremble slightly, making a roar like water waves crashing on the shore.

Zhang Yi walked forward a little stiffly, leaving Xue Wangxu as much as possible, and at the same time glanced at Shen Yi and motioned for him to take care of Xue Wangxu.

If it was usual, Zeng Tingan would definitely wait for the opponent to have a horizontal sword in his chest before making a move, but for him, Zhang Yi was not the opponent he wanted to find on this trip, not to mention that Ding Ning and Zhang Yi were extremely procrastinating in his eyes.

So he went straight out with the sword.

The straight runes on the Bladeless Xuantie Sword were quickly filled with dazzling True Yuan and Heaven and Earth Yuan Qi, and a cyan sword qi leaned forward as Zeng Ting'an's footsteps moved forward.

This sword qi did not slash straight towards Zhang Yi's chest, but splashed on the ground like a clear stream, and then spread out into countless tiny cyan sword qi like bamboo leaves.

Zeng Ting'an is a disciple of Qingxi Sword Academy, and this sword is the famous sword style "Qingxi Bamboo Shadow" of Qingxi Sword Academy.

The bladeless Xuantie Sword in Zhang Yi's hand was a little hastily swung out in front of and below his body.

A slightly curved white sword light was like a curved white sheep's horn, blocking all the tiny cyan sword qi that splattered upwards like countless bamboo leaves.

However, at this moment, Zeng Tingan had already rushed in front of him.

A terrible cracking sound drowned out all the sounds of sword qi clashes.

A terrifying force suddenly surged from the tip of the bladeless long sword in Zeng Ting'an's hand, stabbing straight into Zhang Yi's chest.

This is the "Cheonggyeyong Spring".

Zhang Yi felt the terrifying momentum in this sword, his face changed slightly, and the long sword in his hand was raised diagonally, at this moment, his blunt sword tip was accurately stabbed at the tip of the long sword in Zeng Ting'an's hand, so that the power of this sword rushed over his head in an instant.

A hint of sarcasm flashed on Zeng Ting'an's face.

Although Zhang Yi dissolved it lightly, just by touching the sword body and the sword body at this moment, he felt that Zhang Yi's true yuan cultivation was still slightly worse than him.

Without any hesitation, the true yuan in his body poured out in an even more turbulent momentum, poured into the sword body, and pressed down.

Zhang Yi's body fell and took three steps back.

The sword light from top to bottom split into two streams, and continued to advance in front of him.

Two clear and profound sword marks appeared on the stone path in front of him, sneering and spewing dust.

There was a hissing crack.

Zhang Yi's right sleeve was torn.

Zeng Ting'an's sword was exhausted, but the sneer on his face was even stronger.

He quickly withdrew his sword.

As soon as he collected the sword, a majestic True Yuan in his body suddenly shot out, colliding with the True Yuan and the Heaven and Earth Yuan Qi that were still stored in the body of the long sword in his hand.

This collision was like a wave blooming, suddenly dragging out countless cyan waterlines in the air.

Zhang Yi's complexion became more solemn.

His feet froze, his sword raised upward.

There was another snort, and a slightly curved white sword qi was provoked upward, which was the "Aries Hanging Horn" in the Aries Sword Sutra.

In just this moment, countless cyan water lines pulled out countless real cyan water blades, and shot forward.

The widest part of the white ram's horn is like a shield to block these cyan water blades.

Zhang Yi didn't move, but his body trembled slightly, and a tear appeared in the clothes on both shoulders, and thin beads of blood flew out.

With a bang, the white sheep's horns disappeared invisibly, and Zhang Yi took three steps back.

"That means you can defeat me?"

Taking a step back and avoiding the remnants of the sword intent hanging on the horns of the white sheep, Zeng Ting'an pointed at the ground with his sword obliquely, looking leisurely and dissipating, with mockery on his face.

Ding Ning frowned slightly, looked at the faint blood marks on Zhang Yi's shoulders, and said, "Senior brother, are you a masochist or an exhibitionist, do you have to wait until your clothes are in tatters before you can really make a move?"

The afterglow of his eyes swept to the torn part of his shirt, and Zhang Yi said ashamedly: "I'm afraid that the cave master will say that the time is too short and not exciting enough... I wanted to try if I could defeat the Aries Sword Sutra alone, but I didn't expect the opponent to be so strong. ”

Hearing the conversation between the two people, who were obviously not admitting defeat, Zeng Ting'an's face became more and more gloomy.

He took a deep breath, didn't want to say anything more, just wanted to completely defeat Zhang Yi with the next sword.

He drew his sword forward again.

This time, the infusion of true elements in the body was even more violent, as if all the true elements in the sea of qi were gushing out at once.

It's just that in this crazy spurt of true yuan, there is still a unique rhythm.

Strands of true elements with different output speeds kept colliding with each other and overlapping the sword bodies in his hands.

The pure black bladeless sword in his hand began to emit a cyan light, and eventually all of them turned cyan.

Waves of cyan light swayed from his sword like waves.

As his sword moved, the sword body cut out wonderful lines in the air, and small whirlpools appeared in the layers of cyan waves.

Each of these tiny whirlpools became more and more condensed, turning into round pebble-like shapes.

Zhang Yi's face became extremely solemn again.

There is a secret technique called the Brook Stone Sword in the Qingxi Sword Academy, the clear stream carries thousands of pebbles rushing forward, and the speed is not only thousands, but these thousands of pebbles are like a huge grind, even if they can be blocked for a while, they may be ground to death next.

Presumably, what Zeng Ting'an used at this time was this Creek Stone Sword.

Feeling the heavy meaning of each round pebble, Zhang Yi knew that she had no choice.

The dark black iron sword in his hand stabbed out.

However, at this time, his sword did not stab forward, but instead stabbed the tip of the sword upwards and stabbed into the sky above.

When this sword stabbed out, many lines appeared in his mind that he had clearly comprehended in the ink garden.

Streams of sword qi rushed out from the tip of his sword.

Qingyuan's indifferent vitality rushed into the sky, causing countless dampness and causing a rain in the ink garden.

At this time, a sword aura with a strong killing aura stabbed into the sky like a stabbing sky, what kind of abnormal changes would it cause?

It seemed that nothing had changed, the cyan sword light in Zeng Ting'an's hand had already risen and flew over, but Zhang Yi's eyes flashed with a strange light, and at the same time, his face was slightly hesitant.

Ding Ning looked at him and said calmly: "Don't mother-in-law, do you want the cave master to be angry?"

The moment Ding Ning spoke, Zhang Yi already felt that he was wrong, and the sword in his hand that stabbed into the air had already fallen forward.

At this moment, the qi in the entire alley suddenly changed.

Shen Yi, who had already looked forward to it, couldn't help but let out an exclamation.

Zeng Ting'an's breathing suddenly stopped.

He felt that in the sky above, there were countless sharp intentions that were falling sharply.

He looked up unconsciously.

He saw that in the clear sky, countless crystalline rain lines suddenly appeared.

Unlike all the rain in the past.

Each raindrop in these rainlines is connected together, like countless small hammers hammering against each other, spreading the wetness to the ground as quickly as possible.

Feeling the fierce meaning in the rain lines, Zeng Ting'an's face quickly turned pale.

He let out an unprecedented roar, and the long sword in his hand was raised upward.

The stream, with its countless blue pebbles, rolled upside down and rushed towards the rain lines.

It's not that he wants to block it, but he can't avoid it.

The sword intent of Zhang Yi's sword had already filled all the long alleys in front of him, left and right, and it was impossible for him to rush in front of Zhang Yi.

Thousands of rain lines fall into the streets.

Miraculously, the rain lines that fell on the eaves on both sides, the trees that fell on the streets, and the rain lines that fell on the rest of the streets just exuded pure moisture, spreading out into countless splashes, only the tip of Zhang Yi's sword pointed out, where Zeng Ting'an was, the rain lines exuded extremely terrifying qi, turning into countless sharp and irresistible small swords.

Countless dense rain lines pierced into the inverted stream like a blue waterfall, rushing straight white lines.

The sharp sword intent slammed into the dense small pebbles in the cyan stream, and the more subtle white flowers continued to burst.

Each small pebble has the meaning of an unshakable rock in the water, calm and persistent, but these rain lines are too long after all, and the stamina is more durable.

It's just a moment of morning light, but the holding in it has been like the artistic conception of water drops through stones.

Countless small cyan pebbles burst open.

The stream that rolled upside down was also completely shattered and scattered.

The bladeless Xuantie Sword in Zeng Ting'an's hand was still waving upwards in a daze, but countless raindrops had already fallen on his sword and landed on his body.

Zhang Yi had already retracted his sword, and all the aura emanating from his body had converged.

However, the raindrops did not disappear, and they slammed into the bladeless iron sword, making a dense clanging sound.

There were also countless popping sounds on Zeng Ting'an's body.

The dense impact made him unable to stand and fell to the ground.

His shirt had been pierced with numerous small holes, and countless tiny blood marks appeared on his body.

The rain ran down his skin, his tattered clothes were soaked, his hair was dripping, and his body began to shiver uncontrollably, cold and frightened.

"How is this possible, what kind of sword power is this?" he asked weakly looking up at Zhang Yi, his pale lips twitching.