From the beginning of the Lushan League to the present, this period is the most turbulent time just like those years when the Bashan Sword Field rose.
In just a few short years, this generation of talented young practitioners have undergone great changes.
From Baiyang Cave to Xianfuzong, Zhang Yi has actually become the suzerain of Xianfuzong. However, whether he was serving Xue Wangxu in Changling Back Alley or now, he is the same humble, just like the sword in his hand. , unpretentious.
The unpretentious rock is the most steadfast.
This natal sword is very compatible with his own aura. Now that he is holding it so simply, in Su Qin's perception, there is a solid and immovable rock forming between heaven and earth.
Just the aura of holding a sword is enough to show that Zhang Yi is not what he used to be.
However, this did not make Su Qin change his mind.
"Waste is waste."
Su Qin looked at Zhang Yi holding the sword indifferently, "In this life, you will either hide behind Xue Wangxu or hide behind Ding Ning. Everything about you is just a gift from others. For a person like you, even the real never experienced any battles."
Zhang Yi became more and more angry.
In his opinion, propriety, righteousness, honesty and shame are the most natural rules in this world, and the most important purpose of practice is to help others, punish the strong and help the weak, rather than bullying the weak. But now he doesn't want to say a word to Su Qinduo.
If you want to say, you have to win the battle.
So in the face of Su Qin's ridicule, he just darkened his face, raised his sword across his chest, and nodded slightly.
Su Qin responded with a sneer.
A streak of black air emerged from his sea of air, like a black belt, wrapped around his waist and gradually expanded.
The flow of this black air seemed very calm, but in the air around him, a cold wind began to howl.
A cold light flashed in Su Qin's eyes.
There was a muffled bang.
In the air between the two, a wave of air suddenly appeared.
The battle begins instantly.
Dangerous aura came oncoming, Zhang Yi drew his sword without hesitation.
A seemingly clumsy sword light was generated in front of his body, but it carried a strong symbolic meaning.
The violent vitality was summoned from the heaven and the earth, but it suddenly calmed down in front of him, only shrinking sharply.
In front of him, there seemed to be countless stone steps, overlapping and blocking him.
The black air surrounding Su Qin's waist has disappeared.
Instead, countless strands of palpitating black flames gushed out from the ground.
Scarlet sparks danced among these black flames, impacting on these newly formed invisible stone steps.
A loud noise resounded in the courtyard.
All the trees, flowers and plants in the courtyard, including the rockery, were all shaken into powder.
Zhang Yi let out a muffled snort, and retreated a few feet back.
Su Qin frowned slightly.
To his surprise, Zhang Yi's intentions were ahead of him.
Zhang Yi obviously didn't rush to strike, but he seemed to have foreseen the power of his strike. This sword seemed to be attacking and defending, completely blocking his approach.
But he still didn't think highly of Zhang Yi, including this round of confrontation, and it was still his strength that had the absolute upper hand.
What's more, this is just his most common tentative method.
Such a move comes from the inheritance of the Qisi people. Using Su Qin's cultivation base to perform such a move is far different from that of the Qisi people.
However, just such a blow can shock Zhang Yi back. For the current world of practitioners, the strength Zhang Yi displayed is really nothing.
Su Qin didn't take a step back.
His crippled hand moved slightly.
Countless twisted airflows spiraled out from his fingers, bringing up countless small scarlet talismans in his sleeve.
Each of these talismans is made of a very thin bone, but the runes on it seem to be drawn with several kinds of blood.
At this moment, hundreds of such bone charms filled the sky in the courtyard in a chaotic manner, like countless fallen leaves fluttering down in a strong wind.
Every talisman burned violently the moment it fell.
Between the blood-red runes, a cold underworld fire burned, exuding a terrifying smell of decay.
It was an instant deflagration.
The bone talisman disappeared instantly, but the blood-red underworld fire turned into the shape of moths.
These underworld fire moths seemed to be alive, each walking a strange trajectory in the air, and fell towards Zhang Yi.
This is the unique way of talisman that Su Qin realized in the cultivation of the Immortal Talisman Sect, but it is also combined with the skills he obtained from the head of the witch god, and the ghosts and ghosts of the Qisi people.
So when these blood-red moths formed and flew all over the sky, Su Qin's brows were loosened, and his face was full of pride.
This is his pride.
Zhang Yi has practiced in the Immortal Talisman Sect for a long time, much longer than him.
In the eyes of everyone, Zhang Yi practiced hard and never gave up.
But so is he.
He knew that in this small town, just outside this courtyard, there must be many practitioners watching this battle.
He just wanted to tell these bystanders that even if it wasn't a special adventure, he could do better than Zhang Yi.
When these dark fires ignited, it seemed that countless blood in his body was also ignited.
This feeling is very good, and at the same time it reminds him that he is already looking forward to this kind of battle with Zhang Yi.
Zhang Yi couldn't breathe for a moment.
These ghost fires burned up all the air in the world around him, and exuded a highly poisonous aura, which even had a strong corrosive effect on the true essence. It seemed that in addition to the vitality of ghosts and ghosts, The vitality of the stars beyond this world.
His chest and lungs began to swell violently.
In the next instant, because of the unequal air pressure inside and outside his body, his chest and lungs seemed to explode suddenly.
Without the slightest hesitation, he also stretched out his left hand.
This is just Zhang Yi's own feeling. In fact, according to Su Qin's perception, his shot is still very fast this time, almost equal to the speed at which Su Qin cast those bone charms.
A purple light appeared in his left hand.
The primordial energy in his sea of qi, which had already bulged out, was compressed sharply in his palm.
He just shook his palm slightly, and the slight change in his palm made the palm lines on his palm naturally form a unique rune.
There was a bang.
A force exploded in his left palm.
This is also a consensus.
Countless bright purple rays of light emanated from his left palm.
There is no shock.
Just freeze.
All the blood-red ghost moths flying towards him were fixed in the air.
This is a qualifier.
It is the most important true talisman of the Immortal Talisman Sect, and it is also a true talisman that is only handed down to the suzerains of the past dynasties.
Before following Li Dingning to leave the Marquis of Zhongshu's mansion, the suzerain of the Immortal Talisman Sect handed over the Suzerain's True Talisman to him.
Su Qin's face was slightly stiff, and his brows were deeply wrinkled.
All the blood-red ghost moths were fixed in the air, only burning in place, like strange floating candles.