MTL - The Sword Dynasty-v8 Chapter 185 First opportunity

From the beginning of the Lushan League to the present, this period of time, like the years when the Bashan swordfield was rising, was the most turbulent era.

In this short span of years, this generation of talented young practitioners has changed a lot.

Zhang Yi from Bai Yangdong to Xian Fuzong, in fact, has become the sect of Xian Fuzong, but when he was serving Xue Xingxu in the old tombs, he is still the same modest, and the sword in his hands. It is unpretentious.

The unpretentious meteorite is the most determined.

This sword is very consistent with his own breath. Now it is just such a simple grip. In Su Qin’s perception, there is a piece of rock that is still moving between heaven and earth.

The breath of this sword is enough to show that Zhang Yi is not the same.

However, this does not allow Su Qin to change his mind.

“Waste is waste.”

Su Qin looked at Zhang Yi, who was holding the sword in a cold and indifferent way. "You can hide behind Xue Xing's life in this life, or hide behind Ding Ning. All your things are just gifts from others, people like you, even real. The battle has never been experienced."

Zhang Yi is getting angry.

In his view, ritual and honesty is the most natural rule in the world. The most important purpose of practice is to help others, to punish and help the weak, but not to be bullying. But now he doesn't want to say anything to Su Qin.

To say, it is also to win and say.

So in the face of Su Qin's ridicule, he just had a slightly sullen face, raised his sword and crossed his chest, and slightly decapitated.

Su Qin reported with a sneer.

A black gas emerged from his sea of ​​air, like a black belt, around his waist, gradually expanding.

The flow of black gas seemed very calm, but in the air around him, there was a cold wind that began to roar.

A touch of cold light flashed through Su Qin’s eyes.

A loud bang.

In the air between the two, a wave of air suddenly appeared.

The battle begins instantly.

The dangerous gas machine came on the scene, Zhang Yi did not hesitate to send out the sword.

A seemingly clumsy sword light was created in front of his body, but it brought a strong sense.

The violent temperament was called from heaven and earth, but it was suddenly calm in front of him, only a sharp contraction.

In front of him, it is like a myriad of stone steps, overlapping and blocking in front of him.

The black gas around the waist of Su Qin has disappeared.

Instead, there are countless strands of black flames that flow from the ground.

These black flames are fluttering with scarlet Mars, impacting these newly formed invisible stone steps.

A loud noise rang in the courtyard.

All the trees and flowers in the yard, including the rockery, were all powdered.

Zhang Yi snorted and slammed back a few feet.

Su Qin slightly frowned.

What surprised him was that Zhang Yi’s intention was his first.

Zhang Yi Ming Ming did not rush to shoot, but it seems to have predicted the power of his attack. This sword seems to be attacking and defending, completely sealing his way.

But he still can't afford Zhang Yi, including the confrontation of this round, and it is still his strength to take the absolute advantage.

Moreover, this is only his most unusual heuristic.

This kind of trick is from the inheritance of the Qis people, and the use of Su Qin's cultivation as a means of exerting such a trick is far worse than the Sis people.

However, it is only such a blow that can shake off Zhang Yi. For the whole world of practitioners now, Zhang Yi’s power is really nothing.

Su Qin did not retreat.

His crippled hand moved slightly.

Innumerable twisted airflow flew around the spiral from his fingers, bringing in countless scarlet charms in his sleeve.

Each of these symbols is made of a very thin bone piece, and the rune above is like a few kinds of blood.

At this moment, hundreds of such bones instantly filled the sky in this courtyard in a disorderly manner, like the falling leaves dancing in countless winds.

Every time the sign is falling, it has already burned fiercely.

Bloody red runes, burning a cold fire, exudes a terrible rotten taste.

This is an instant deflagration.

The bones disappeared instantly, and the blood-red fire was in the shape of a moth.

These scorpion moths, if they have life, walk in a strange trajectory in the air and fall toward Zhang Yi.

This is the unique way that Su Qin realized in Xian Fuzong's practice, but combined with the exercises he obtained on the head of the Witch God, and the means of the Chis people's ghosts and ghosts.

So when these blood-red smoldering moths were formed, the moment when the sky fluttered, Su Qin’s brows were released, and his face was full of pride.

This is his pride.

Zhang Yi has been practicing in Xian Fuzong for a long time, much longer than him.

In the eyes of all people, Zhang Yi’s practice is both painful and never abandon.

But he is the same.

He knows that in this small town, just outside this courtyard, there must be many practitioners watching this battle.

He just wants to tell these onlookers that even if it is not a special adventure, he can do better than Zhang Yi.

When these fires ignited, there seemed to be countless blood in his body.

This feeling is very good, and reminds him that he is actually very much looking forward to it, and he is eager to have such a battle with Zhang Yi.

Zhang Yi can't breathe in an instant.

These smolderings burned all the air between the heavens and the earth around him, and they exude a poisonous atmosphere. This kind of breath even has a strong corrosive effect on the real yuan. It seems that in addition to the spirit of the ghosts and ghosts, it also carries The power of the stars outside this world.

His chest and lungs began to violently swell.

At the next moment, his chest and lungs seemed to burst open because of the uneven pressure inside and outside the body.

Without hesitation, he extended his left hand.

This is just Zhang Yi's own feelings. In fact, in Su Qin's perception, his shots are still very fast, and he is still almost equal to the speed at which Su Qin casts the bones.

There was a purple light in his left hand.

The real element that had already bulged out in his sea was severely compressed in his palm.

He only slightly shook his hand, and the small changes in his palm made his palm prints a unique rune.

A bang.

A force broke out in his left palm.

This is also a sign.

Countless bright purple rays emanate from his left palm.

There is no impact.

Just solidified.

All the blood red fire moths that flew toward him were all set in the air.

This is a definite character.

It is the most important symbol of Xian Fuzong, and it is also the true character of the ancestors.

Before following Ridinging's departure from the Zhonghou Houfu, the sect of Xian Fuzong handed this master's true character into his hands.

Su Qin’s face was slightly stiff, and his brow was deeply wrinkled.

All blood red scorpion moths are set in the air, burning only in place, like a strange suspended candle. u