Seeing the Thunder Sword Formation formed by Ye Xianyun turning into a rain of swords falling from the sky, Yun Yi had no chance to escape.
At this time, he wanted to summon the dragon to save his life.
Just thinking of what Lao Long Aolai said, he felt that this was a life and death test on his way to practice. If he could pass it, it would be practice. If he couldn't pass it...
It's impossible for Aolai to just watch him die, right?
Roar~~
Yun Yi just ignored everything at this time. After letting out a deafening roar, he immediately started swinging the Xunlong Ruler crazily.
The Xunlong Ruler rotated rapidly, and at this moment it was like forming a shield on Yun Yi's head.
Then the sword rain fell and collided with the Xunlong Ruler, making a tinkling sound.
The rain of swords continued, and Yun Yi's speed while holding the dragon-seeking ruler with both hands continued to increase.
For Ye Xianyun, who was in the air, the scene he saw was that the rain of swords formed a sword dragon, which crazily devoured Yun Yi.
"At such an age, with such talent, what a pity!"
Ye Xianyun sighed.
But when he thought that after killing Yun Yi, he would be able to collect the one billion from the Dragon Hunting Order, he didn't feel it was a pity for Yun Yi at all.
In the world of monks, there are always many young people with excellent talents among various sects. These young people are called geniuses, but what can geniuses do? In the world of monks, only the fittest survive.
Ye Xianyun is not a genius. He has been practicing step by step, coupled with his obsession with kendo, to get to where he is today.
The one who survives in the end is the winner.
Therefore, genius is nothing!
"Um?"
But when the sword energy formed by the Thunder Sword Formation and the thunder and lightning mixed in it completely disappeared, Ye Xianyun was surprised to see Yun Yi standing in the middle of a deep pit in the center of the sword formation.
Everything around him was destroyed by the sword rain, and a deep pit was made on the ground by the sword rain.
Logically speaking, shouldn't Yun Yi also be penetrated by the sword energy and fall into a pool of blood?
Why didn't he fall?
At this time, Yun Yi raised his head and looked at Ye Xianyun, who was hanging in the air. He coughed several times and vomited blood in his mouth.
Yun Yi's body was covered in scars, all caused by sword energy. He looked extremely miserable, but at least the powerful defense of the dragon scales on his body allowed him to survive.
Yun Yi grinned and said: "Didn't you say that I would die under your Thunder Sword Formation? Now it seems that your sword formation is not very good either!"
"you......"
Ye Xianyun didn't expect Yun Yi to survive under his own Thunder Sword Formation.
Logically speaking, my Ben Lei Sword Formation will definitely kill the cultivators below the Nascent Soul Realm!
Although he was surprised, Ye Xianyun continued with a sneer: "You are able to survive, it seems that you have some unique skills, but so what? Now that you are seriously injured, it is even easier for me to kill you."
"You insist on standing here, it's just a useless struggle before death."
"ridiculous!"
Yun Yi said with disdain: "Your sword array can't kill me, and you can't even think of killing me now."
"Then go die!"
Ye Xianyun's anger at this time was like an anger value that kept increasing.
A mere cultivator in the Spirit Gathering Realm actually made himself spend so much effort, even using the sword array, and still couldn't kill him. This was an insult to his title as a sword madman.
So, he performed the sword technique again, controlled the black dagger, and charged towards Yun Yi like a god descending from heaven with his sword.