Blocking the door early in the morning, forcing them by tearing down the door, coupled with kicking swords at this time to invite a fight, everything about Zeng Tingan today seemed very arrogant.
However, this is extremely normal in Changling, Zeng Tingan is like a microcosm of countless Changling teenagers.
Everything should be a false name, and all should be respected by strength.
When the sword masters of Daqin wiped out the three dynasties of Han, Zhao, and Wei, Changling already had the aura of respecting the sword. The Great Qin Dynasty is firmly in his hands, and the country is under his feet, because he and some people around him have swords that others cannot resist.
Therefore, many practitioners 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 grasped the hilt of the Wufeng Xuantie sword that was flying towards him. He was also familiar with the temperament of young talents like Changling, so he didn't get angry at this time, just looked at Ding Ning, and said with a frown : "Do you really want me to fight?"
Ding Ning glanced at him, and said softly: "It's more exciting, I don't want to see it."
Zhang Yi understood the meaning of Ding Ning's words, and the sadness on his face finally completely disappeared, and he nodded solemnly.
"A challenge has been made so troublesome by you, no wonder Baiyang Cave can only belong to Ivy Sword Academy!"
Zeng Tingan had already lost his patience. He uttered a very rude sentence, and then walked towards the middle of the road. He raised the Wufeng black iron sword in his hand, and pointed the blunt tip at Zhang Yi's chest in the air. Trembling slightly, it roared like waves hitting the shore.
Zhang Yi stepped forward cautiously, trying to get away from Xue Wangxu as much as possible, and at the same time, she winked at Shen Yi, signaling him to take good care of Xue Wangxu.
Normally, Zeng Tingan would definitely wait for the opponent to strike with a sword in his chest, but for him, Zhang Yi was not the opponent he wanted to find this trip, let alone Ding Ning and Zhang Yi in his eyes.
So he drew his sword directly.
The straight runes on the Wufeng black iron sword were quickly filled with dazzling true essence and heaven and earth vitality, and a blue sword energy leaned forward as Zeng Tingan moved forward.
This sword energy did not cut straight to Zhang Yi's chest, but splashed on the ground like a clear stream, and then spread out into countless tiny blue sword energy like bamboo leaves.
Zeng Tingan is a disciple of Qingxi Sword Academy, and this sword move is the famous sword style "Qingxi Bamboo Shadow" of Qingxi Sword Academy.
In Zhang Yi's hand, the Wufeng black iron sword was thrown hastily towards the front and bottom of the body.
A slightly curved white sword light was like a curved white sheep's horn, blocking all the tiny cyan sword energy splashing upwards like countless bamboo leaves.
However, at this moment, Zeng Tingan had already rushed in front of him.
A shrill crackling sound covered up all the sounds of the clashing sword qi.
Suddenly, a terrifying force gushed out from the tip of the sword without a sharp edge in Zeng Tingan's hand, stabbing directly at Zhang Yi's chest.
This is "Qingxi Yongquan".
Feeling the terrifying momentum of this sword, Zhang Yi's expression changed slightly, and he lifted the long sword upwards obliquely. At this urgent moment, his blunt sword tip actually accurately pierced the long sword in Zeng Tingan's hand. The sharp point caused the power of this sword to rush over the top of his head in an instant.
A trace of sarcasm flashed across Zeng Tingan's face.
Although Zhang Yi defuses it lightly, he felt that Zhang Yi's cultivation base of true energy was still slightly worse than his at the moment the sword touched the sword.
Without any hesitation, the true energy in his body gushed out more violently, poured into the blade of the sword, and pressed down.
Zhang Yi's body faltered, and she took three steps back.
The sword light from top to bottom is divided into two, and it keeps advancing in front of him.
Two clear and deep sword marks appeared on the stone path in front of him, spewing out dust.
There was a crackling sound.
There was a tear in Zhang Yi's right sleeve.
Zeng Tingan's sword power was exhausted, but the sarcasm on his face became stronger.
He quickly withdrew his sword.
As soon as he retracted the sword, a majestic surge of true energy suddenly burst out from his body, colliding with the true essence and the vitality of heaven and earth still stored in the body of the long sword in his hand.
This collision, like a wave blooming, suddenly dragged out countless blue water lines in the air.
Zhang Yi's complexion became more dignified.
His feet stood firmly, and the long sword in his hand was raised upwards.
There was another chirping sound, and a slightly curved white sword qi rose upwards, which was exactly the "white sheep hanging horn" in the white sheep sword scripture.
Just at this moment, countless cyan water lines pulled out countless real cyan water blades and shot forward.
The widest part of the white sheep's horn blocks these blue water blades like a shield.
Zhang Yi didn't move a step, but his body trembled slightly, a tear appeared in the clothes on both shoulders, and thin drops of blood flew out.
With a bang, the horns of the white goat disappeared, and Zhang Yi took another three steps back.
"Does that mean you can defeat me?"
Taking a step back, Zeng Ting'an, who avoided the remaining sword intent of the white sheep's horn, pointed his sword at the ground obliquely, looking leisurely and dissipated, with a mocking expression on his face.
Ding Ning frowned slightly, looked at the faint bloodstains on Zhang Yi's shoulders, and said, "Brother, are you a masochist or an exhibitionist, do you really want to take action until your clothes are all torn?"
From the corner of her eyes, Zhang Yi saw the ripped place on her clothes, and Zhang Yi said in shame: "I'm afraid the cave master will say that the time is too short to be exciting... and I want to try to see if I can win with the Aries Sword Manual alone, but I didn't expect the opponent to be so strong."
Hearing the conversation between these two people who obviously did not admit defeat, Zeng Tingan's face became more and more gloomy.
He took a deep breath and didn't want to say anything else, he just wanted to defeat Zhang Yi completely with one strike.
He drew his sword forward again.
This time, the infusion of true energy in the body was even more violent, as if all the true energy in the sea of qi were to be spewed out at once.
It's just that there is a unique rhythm in this crazy gushing of true energy.
Streams of real energy with different output speeds collided with each other and overlapped on the sword in his hand continuously.
The pure black Wufeng Xuantie sword in his hand began to emit a blue light, and finally turned all blue.
Waves of cyan flames swayed from his sword like waves.
With the movement of his sword, the body of the sword cut out wonderful lines in the air, and tiny vortices appeared one after another in the layers of blue waves.
Each of these small vortexes is becoming more and more condensed, turning into round pebbles.
Zhang Yi's complexion became extremely dignified again.
There is a secret art in Qingxi Sword Academy called Stream Stone Sword. The clear stream carries thousands of pebbles rushing forward, and the thousands of pebbles are like a giant mill. Grind to death.
Presumably what Zeng Tingan used at this time was the Menxi Stone Sword.
Feeling the heavy vitality 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 the tip of the sword pointed upwards, stabbing towards the sky above.
When the sword stabbed out, many lines that he had clearly comprehended in the ink garden appeared in his mind.
A gust of sword energy rushed out from the tip of his sword.
Qingyuan's indifferent vitality rushed to the sky, causing countless wetnesses, and caused a rain in the ink garden.
At this time, the sword energy with a strong murderous aura pierces the sky like killing the ground, what kind of changes will it cause
It seems that nothing has changed, the blue sword light in Zeng Tingan's hand has been raised and flew towards Zhang Yi, but Zhang Yi's eyes flashed a strange light, and at the same time his face was slightly hesitant.
Ding Ning looked at him and said calmly: "Don't want to be a mother-in-law, do you want to be angry with the Cave Master?"
The moment Ding Ning opened his mouth, Zhang Yi already felt that he was wrong, and the sword in his hand that was stabbing high into the sky had already slashed forward.
At this moment, the Qi mechanism in the entire alley suddenly changed.
Shen Yi, who had been looking forward to the extreme, couldn't help but let out an exclamation.
Zeng Tingan's breathing stopped suddenly.
He felt that in the sky above, there were countless sharp intentions that were being suppressed rapidly.
He raised his head unconsciously.
He saw countless crystal rain lines suddenly appear in the clear sky.
Unlike all the rain in the past.
Every raindrop in these rainlines is connected together, like countless small hammers hammering each other, spreading the moisture to the ground as quickly as possible.
Sensing the sharpness of the rain lines, Zeng Tingan's face quickly turned pale.
He uttered an unprecedented shout, and lifted the long sword in his hand upwards.
The stream, wrapped with countless blue pebbles, rolls up and rushes towards the rain lines.
It's not that he wants to block it, but that he can't avoid it.
The sword intent of Zhang Yi's sword had already filled all the long alleys around him, and it was impossible for him to rush in front of Zhang Yi.
Thousands of rain lines fell into the streets.
The amazing thing is that the rain that fell on the eaves on both sides, the trees that fell on the streets, and the rain that fell on the rest of the street just exudes pure moisture and spreads into countless sprays. However, where Zeng Tingan was, the lines of rain exuded terrifying auras, turning into countless sharp and irresistible little swords.
Countless dense rain lines pierced into the cyan waterfall-like revolving stream, rushing out straight white lines.
The sharp sword intent collided with the densely packed pebbles in the blue stream, continuously bursting smaller white flowers.
Every small pebble has the meaning of unshakable rock in the water, calm and persistent, but these rain lines are too long after all, and their stamina is more durable.
It's just a moment of morning light, but the stalemate in it is like the artistic conception of water droplets piercing a stone.
Countless blue pebbles burst open.
The stream that rolled up and down also completely collapsed and scattered.
Zeng Tingan's black iron sword with no front was still swinging up in a daze, but countless raindrops had already landed on his sword and on his body.
Zhang Yi had already retracted his sword, and all the aura emanating from his body subsided.
However, the momentum of these raindrops was still there, and they hit the Wufeng Iron Sword, making a dense clanging sound.
There were also countless popping sounds from Zeng Tingan's body.
The dense impact made him unable to stand still, and he fell to the ground.
His clothes were pierced with countless small holes, and countless tiny bloodstains appeared on the skin of his body.
The rain was flowing down his skin, the broken clothes on his body were soaked, and the loose hair was also dripping. His body began to tremble uncontrollably, cold and terrified.
"How is this possible? What kind of sword move is this?" He looked up at Zhang Yi weakly, and asked with his pale lips.