Because it was too bright and crystal clear, when the small sword in Zhang Yi's hand appeared in the eyes of everyone around him, it seemed to be carved from the most perfect jade in the world, but when the first ray of light and his small sword When he touched it, as the light dimmed, a rust-like trace appeared on his little sword.
That trace revealed the original stone color, and the lingering 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 crystal bright sword became increasingly dimmer, and the whole body seemed to change from beautiful jade to stubborn stone again.
However, at this time, no one made a sound of scolding Zhang Yi.
Even Murong Xiaoyi's pupils looking at Zhang Yi and the sword in Zhang Yi's hands were filled with shock and even awe.
Even she could feel Zhang Yi's sword... the power of this stab.
She sensed the mysterious talisman, but she couldn't understand it.
She also couldn't understand that Zhang Yi's sword stabbed straight forward in a simple and unpretentious way, but it could hit every ray of crystal light that was facing him.
She couldn't understand it, but Le Yi from Huangtian Daomen could understand it.
Because the sword intent of Zhang Yi's sword seems to cover the whole world. Although his mind and sword intent are straight forward, they forcibly changed the rules and flow patterns of many heaven and earth vitality naturally flowing in this area. direction.
Moreover, Zhang Yi's body and the sword flowed a familiar aura.
So when Zhang Yi's sword movement became slower and slower, and the color of the sword became more and more dim, and it seemed that it was gradually turning into an ordinary stone sword, his face became more and more dignified, and the power accumulated in his body Unreservedly pouring out, pouring into those crystal light.
Zhang Yi's face did not change in any way.
The stone sword in his hand is getting dimmer, but in his perception, the light in his sea of air is getting brighter and hotter.
Following his will, the light filling his sea of Qi surged out along his meridians and poured into the stone sword in his hand.
The dim stone sword in his hand shone again.
The extremely suppressed 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 is flowing out of Zhang Yi's body at this time is not true essence, but a Dao talisman directly.
What makes it even more difficult for them to understand is that this Dao talisman no longer needs to be inspired by the true essence to attract the vitality of the world and finally manifest its destructive power like ordinary true talismans.
At this time, the Dao talisman flowing out of Zhang Yi's body is power in itself, the power directly injected into the sword!
The stone sword that was almost stagnant in the air continued to shine, and then continued to move forward!
Le Yi took a deep breath and looked at Zhang Yi and the sword in Zhang Yi's hands with admiration.
The reason why he admired it was not just because Zhang Yi was able to comprehend such a symbol and cast such a powerful sword.
The most important thing is that he couldn't imagine that Zhang Yi could use such a powerful sword, but he could maintain such a posture amidst 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 didn't hold back, 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 spread out in an instant, as if countless fireworks were ignited at the same time.
His arms and whole body trembled violently.
Before he subconsciously considered whether his body could bear it, a mouthful of blood had already spilled from between his lips and teeth.
The brilliance of the stone sword in his hand disappeared instantly.
All the gorgeous appearance is simple.
The sword in his hand turned into a very small and ordinary stone sword.
In front of the stone sword, there were still several crystal rays of light.
In the picture imagined by everyone, if the sword advances again, not only will the sword be cut off, but Zhang Yi will also suffer unimaginable heavy injuries.
However, Zhang Yi did not retreat.
Because for him, whether it is the sword intent of Minshan Sword Sect or the talisman he has comprehended in this Immortal Talisman Sect, they are all foreign objects that he can use, but this sword and his will are his own. , is his destiny.
He resolutely stabbed at the last few crystal rays of light in front of him.
Several huge forces cut on the stone sword in his hand.
Clouds of dust rose 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, coughing A few mouthfuls of blood.
The soles of his boots exploded, and the soles of his feet rubbed against the gravel on the ground, while blood sprayed up.
But it was not until this moment that Zhang Yi felt a sense of joy in his body.
The sword intent of his sword is truly incisive and incisive at this time, from borrowing foreign objects to his own life.
In this breath, he and the sword in his hand are connected with life.
This sword really changed from Xue Wangxu's sword to his own.
Piety, respect, remembrance, protection, inheritance... and many other fiery emotions, and finally turned this sword into his sword.
A powerful breath of new life oscillated from the sword body.
It was only at this time that the old eyes looking at Zhang Yi from a high place on the mountain began to be full of emotion and admiration.
Some voices of sincere exclamation also sounded around the owner of the eyes at the same time.
The sword intent of the Minshan Sword Sect, the talisman method of the Immortal Talisman Sect, and the sword of the Baiyang Cave were all integrated into one body in this simple and humble young man.
There was a bang.
The yellow sky above Le Yi's head shattered, turning into countless yellow airflows flying out.
Le Yi's body could not stand still, and he sat back and fell to the ground.
The trauma he suffered from the battle also burst out at this time, and a cloud of blood mist spewed out from his mouth, which looked extremely bright under the falling sunlight.
Zhang Yi's sword light continued to move forward, provoking upwards, like a curved goat's horn picking up from above Le Yi's body.
Jian Guang left clear traces in the air.
Zhang Yi withdrew his sword and looked at Le Yi who was lying on the ground, his eyes were full of apology.
Le Yi felt sad, but looking at Zhang Yi who was also covered in blood in front of him, his eyes were full of respect.
"I… "
He was about to admit defeat, and he was very convinced.
The moment his first word "I" sounded, Murong Xiaoyi and all Zhang Yi's classmates around him were in a complicated mood that could not be described in words.
Murong Xiaoyi looked at Zhang Yi without blinking her eyes, her heart was filled with shock, and then she began to feel ashamed when she thought of her attitude towards him before.
"I lost."
However, what everyone didn't expect was that Zhang Yi made a sound at this moment. He rushed in front of Le Yi and said: "I lost... because many of my swords were not from the Immortal Talisman 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 just now is undoubtedly the hero of the Immortal Talisman Sect.
As long as he stands there and accepts the opponent's surrender, he will naturally be the hero of the Immortal Talisman Sect and the object of admiration for all the young students.
Including her too.
If the Immortal Talisman Zong loses, he will give up the mountain gate, but at this time Zhang Yi actually admits defeat.
She couldn't understand it, but for some reason, she didn't hate Zhang Yi at this time, but instead had a strange feeling spreading in her body.
Le Yi was stunned.
What he was about to say was interrupted.
Then his countenance became very serious.
He stood up with support, looked at Zhang Yi seriously, and said: "Win is winning, and losing is losing. No matter what your sword is, you come from the Immortal Talisman Sect, and you are a disciple of the Immortal Talisman Sect. So... I still admit defeat." .”
The chaotic sounds in the field disappeared instantly, and silence returned.
Many disciples of the Immortal Talisman Sect present, especially Zhang Yi's classmates, naturally felt great guilt in their hearts. They unconsciously thought that many times, even from the first time they saw Zhang Yi, they naturally rejected him. , never regarded Zhang Yi as a disciple of the Immortal Talisman Sect like himself.
Zhang Yi looked at Le Yi with great respect in his heart, but he didn't know what to say at this moment.
At this moment, an old voice came from above the mountain path, "I didn't even lose."
Hearing this voice, Zhang Yi's eyes widened in disbelief, and he turned around subconsciously.