In the early morning, blocking the door and forcing it to break it down, and then kicking the sword to fight, Zeng Ting'an's everything today seems very arrogant... Read the latest and most complete novel

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

Everything should be a false reputation, and strength is respected.

When the sword masters of the Qin Dynasty destroyed Han, Zhao, and Wei dynasties, Changling had long had the momentum of respecting swords. In fact, in the hearts of all the powerful, the reason why Emperor Yuanwu was able to successfully reform was that after ascending the throne, he firmly controlled the entire Qin Dynasty in 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 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, reached out and accurately grabbed the hilt of the Wufeng Black Iron Sword flying towards him. He was also familiar with the temperament of young talents like Changling, so he was not angry at this time. He just looked at Ding Ning and said frowningly: "Do you really want me to fight?"

Ding Ning glanced at him and said softly: "The fight was a little more exciting, it's not that I want to watch it."

Zhang Yi heard what Ding Ning said, and the sad look on his face finally disappeared completely and nodded solemnly.

"You have also made such a troublesome challenge. No wonder Aries Cave can only return to Qingteng Sword Courtyard!"

Zeng Ting'an had no patience anymore and said a very rude thing directly. Then he walked to the middle of the road. The Wufeng Black Iron Sword that was grabbed by him was directly raised. The blunt sword tip pointed at Zhang Yi's chest in the air. The sword body began to tremble slightly, making a roar like a wave slamming the shore.

Zhang Yi walked forward with some restraint and left Xue Wangxu as much as possible. At the same time, he winked at Shen Yi and signaled him to take good care of Xue Wangxu.

If it were normal, Zeng Ting'an would definitely wait until his opponent was on his chest to take action. However, for him, Zhang Yi was not the opponent he wanted to find in this trip, not to mention that Ding Ning and Zhang Yi were extremely delayed in his eyes.

So he drew his sword directly.

The straight runes on the Wufeng Black Iron Sword were quickly filled with dazzling true energy and heaven and earth energy. A blue sword energy moved forward as Zeng Ting'an's steps forward.

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

Zeng Ting'an is a disciple of Qingxi Sword Academy. His sword is the famous sword-shaped "Qingxi Bamboo Shadow" in Qingxi Sword Academy.

Zhang Yi's browless black iron sword in his hand was rushing out to the bottom of his body in a hurry.

A slightly curved white sword light was like a curved aries, blocking all the tiny green sword energy that sputtered up like countless bamboo leaves.

However, at this moment, Zeng Ting'an had already rushed to him.

A shrill cracking sound covered all the sounds of sword energy conflicting.

A terrifying force suddenly surged from the tip of the sword without a sharp sword in Zeng Ting'an's hand, stabbing directly into Zhang Yi's chest.

This is "clear stream and spring".

Zhang Yi felt the terrifying impulse in the sword, his face changed slightly, and the long sword in his hand was tilted upwards. At this urgent moment, his blunt sword tip actually stabbed accurately at the tip of the long sword in Zeng Ting'an's hand, causing the power of the sword to rush past his head in an instant.

A hint of irony flashed across Zeng Ting'an's face.

Although Zhang Yi's resolution was light, just when the sword body touched the sword body at this moment, he felt that Zhang Yi's true energy cultivation was still slightly worse than him.

Without any hesitation, the true energy in his body surged out in a more surging state, poured into the sword body, and pressed down.

Zhang Yi's body was frustrated and he took three steps back.

The sword light from the top to the bottom was divided into two channels, and it continued to move forward in front of him.

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

A cracked hiss.

A crack broke through Zhang Yi's right sleeve.

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

He quickly withdrew his sword.

As soon as he pulled down the sword, a powerful true energy in his body suddenly slapped out, colliding with the true energy and the heaven and earth energy that were still accumulated in the long sword in his hand.

This collision was like a wave blooming, and countless blue water lines suddenly dragged out from the air.

Zhang Yi's expression became more solemn.

His feet stood firmly and raised the long sword in his hand.

Another sneering sound was heard, and a slightly bent white sword energy was lifted up, which was the "Aries Hanging Horn" in the Aries Sword Sutra.

Only at this moment, countless blue water lines pulled out countless real blue water blades and shot them forward.

The widest part of the Aries' horns blocks these blue water blades like a shield.

Zhang Yi did not move for a moment, but his body trembled slightly, and a crack appeared on his clothes on his shoulders, and thin blood beads flew out.

With a bang, Aries' horns disappeared invisible, and Zhang Yi took three steps back.

"That's how you can defeat me?"

Zeng Ting'an, who withdrew a step and avoided the remaining sword intent of Aries' horns, held the sword and pointed at the ground diagonally, looking leisurely dissipated, with a mockery on his face.

Ding Ning frowned slightly, looked at the faint bloodstains on Zhang Yi's shoulders, and said, "Senior Brother, are you masochist or exposure maniac? Do you have to wait until your clothes are broken before you can really take action?"

The light of his eyes swept to the broken part on his clothes, and Zhang Yi said ashamed: "I am afraid that the cave owner will say that the time is too short and it is not exciting enough... I want to try to defeat the Aries Sword Sutra alone, but I didn't expect the opponent to be so strong."

When Zeng Tingan heard the conversation that the two obviously did not admit defeat, his face became more and more gloomy.

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

He stepped forward and set his sword forward again.

This time the true energy infusion in the body was even more violent, just like spewing out all the true energy in the sea of ​​Qi at one time.

But this crazy true energy still has a unique rhythm in the gushing of it.

A stream of true energy with different output speeds constantly collided with each other and overlapped the swords in his hand.

The pure black black iron sword in his hand began to emit a blue light, and eventually it all turned blue.

A blue flame sprinkled out from his sword like waves.

As his sword moves, the sword body cuts out a wonderful line in the air, and tiny vortexes appear in the layers of green waves.

Each tiny vortex is becoming more and more concentrated, turning into round pebbles.

Zhang Yi's expression became extremely solemn again.

There is a secret technique in Qingxi Sword Academy called the Xishi Sword. The clear stream carries thousands of pebbles and rushes forward. With a speed of ten thousand pounds, these thousands of pebbles are like giant grindings. Even if they can be blocked for a while, they may be beaten to death.

I guess what Zeng Ting'an used at this time was this stream stone sword.

Feeling the heavy meaning of every round pebbly energy, 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 pointed the tip of the sword upwards and stabbed the sky above.

When the sword was stabbed out, many lines that he clearly understood in the Moyuan appeared in his mind.

A stream of sword energy rushed out from the tip of his sword.

Qingyuan's indifferent energy rushed into the sky, causing countless wetness, causing a rain in the Mo Garden.

At this time, a stream of sword energy with a strong killing aura pierced into the sky like a killing ground. What kind of changes will it cause?

Nothing seemed to have changed. The blue sword light in Zeng Ting'an's hand had risen and flew over. A strange light flashed in Zhang Yi's eyes, and his face was slightly hesitant.

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

The moment Ding Ning spoke, Zhang Yi felt that he was not right, and the sword stabbed into the sky in his hand had already slashed forward.

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

Shen Yi, who had already reached the extreme, couldn't help but exclaim.

Zeng Ting'an's breathing suddenly stopped.

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

He looked up unconsciously.

He saw countless crystal rain lines suddenly appear in the clear sky.

It's different from all the rain in the past.

Every raindrop in these rain lines is connected together, like countless small hammers hitting each other, transmitting wetness to the ground as quickly as possible.

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

He let out an unprecedented shout, and the sword in his hand lifted upwards.

The stream wrapped in countless green pebbles rolled upwards and rushed towards the rain lines.

It’s not because 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, and it was impossible for him to rush in front of Zhang Yi.

Thousands of rain lines fell into the streets and alleys.

What’s magical is that the trees falling on both sides of the eaves, on the streets and alleys, and on the rest of the street, only exudes a pure moist meaning, spreading into countless water splashes. Only the tip of Zhang Yi’s sword pointing, where Zeng Ting’an is, the rain lines emit extremely terrifying aura, turning into countless sharp and irresistible small swords.

Countless dense rain lines pierced into the backward stream like a green waterfall, rushing out straight white lines.

The sharp sword intent hit the dense pebbles in the green stream, constantly bursting out even more subtle white flowers.

Every small pebble has the meaning of being unshakable in the water, and it is calm and persistent. However, these rain lines are too long after all, and their stamina is more lasting.

It was just a moment of morning light, but the stalemate was like the artistic conception of water dripping through stones.

Countless cyan pebbles burst out.

The stream that was rolling upwards completely shattered and dispersed.

The breeze-free black iron sword in Zeng Ting'an's hand was still swinging up in a daze, but countless raindrops had already fallen on his sword and on his body.

Zhang Yi had already withdrawn his sword, and all the aura emitted from his body was converging.

However, the residual momentum of these raindrops had not disappeared, and they rushed to the Wufeng Iron Sword, making a dense sound.

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

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

Countless small holes were pierced in his clothes, and countless small blood marks appeared on his skin.

The rain flowed along his skin, the broken clothes on his body were soaked, and his loose hair was dripping. His body began to tremble violently, cold and frightened.
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