According to normal principles, no practitioner will become stronger and stronger in such a battle. The consumption of true energy and mental exhaustion will only weaken a person's strength and cause errors in his perception and judgment.
The will to fight cannot make one stronger.
But Lin Yi's strength and reaction speed were getting stronger under their eyes.
So this is really an incomprehensible monster.
There was a loud bang.
People standing close to Zhuo Qingzhi felt the ground vibrate. The overflowing energy carried gravel and dust and rushed toward their bodies like twisted ghosts. The vibrations in the air shocked the young practitioners at the front.
Affected by the shock, his face turned pale and his chest felt extremely uncomfortable.
Zhuo Qingzhi was not able to stand still.
There was a thin amount of true energy leaking out from under his feet, causing him to float backwards as if his feet were sliding on a slippery stone road.
But even if part of the impact of the force was removed, the pain in the bones of his fingers and arms was unbearable. The muscles connecting the joints and the meridians flowing through the real energy felt like they were being continuously scraped by blades, making him feel uncomfortable.
They all resist the flow of their true energy through these meridians.
He looked at Lin Yi incomprehensibly.
He didn't understand why Lin Yi could still fight back in this way and why he could still hold his sword firmly.
Lin Yi's clothes were full of cracks and holes. His face was as pale as snow, and there were undried blood stains on the corners of his lips. His body seemed to be trembling, but the hand holding the sword gave people a feeling of getting worse and worse.
A feeling of firmness.
This kind of feeling makes people unable to think that his situation is miserable at this time, but makes people feel more and more powerful about him.
Zhuo Qingzhi took a deep breath again.
The fresh and cool air poured into his hot lungs, making him more awake. At the same time, he quickly convinced himself not to be confused by his usual knowledge.
The young general of the Tiece Army in front of him could not be imagined using the normal principles of the world of practitioners.
He decided that he could no longer be dragged down by Lin Yi's fighting method.
The only way to decide the outcome is to strike with the next sword.
Lin Yi only felt that his blood was getting hotter and stronger like strong wine.
Through some changes in Zhuo Qingzhi's body, he understood the other person's thoughts at this time.
He raised his head, said nothing, and just moved forward again.
Actions are always more powerful than words. When they saw him moving forward again and felt the power bursting out of his body, all the young practitioners who were originally prepared to see his failure felt their mouths dry and their hearts inexplicably dry.
But it also started beating violently.
A whooshing sound.
Lin Yi broke through the air.
Zhuo Qingzhi raised his sword to slash at Lin Yi. The moment he raised his sword, the light on his body seemed to dim, but his sword became extremely bright.
Speed in the world of spiritual practice does not mean absolute speed, but relative speed, but perfect timing.
When Zhuo Qingzhi's sword was swung out, Lin Yi's sword fell down. The two were like a speeding carriage that only discovered each other's existence within a foot of each other, and they were destined to meet.
The wind and thunder exploded.
The spring thunder falling to the ground is nothing more than this.
The sword light shattered and turned into countless rays of light that exuded a fierce meaning and shot towards the surroundings.
Lin Yi's clothes were riddled with more holes and cracks, and the same was true for Zhuo Qingzhi's clothes.
Zhuo Qingzhi's hand holding the sword trembled, and his brows furrowed deeply, but this time he did not take a step back, and his feet sank toward the ground. As the hard ground sunk downwards, countless spider web-like spider webs even appeared.
crack.
After all, his power had the absolute upper hand.
Lin Yi's palms were loosened with the blood flying, and the sword that finally couldn't be held flew out of his hand.
However, Zhuo Qingzhi was not accompanied by the joy of victory. Lin Yi's sword had been released, but Lin Yi's hand continued to move forward.
A deeper red color quickly flooded the blood and slapped the trembling sword in his hand.
An incredulous exclamation sounded from Zhuo Qingzhi's mouth.
He didn't have time to think.
This strange force was like real energy but not like real energy. It surged forcefully along the sword body, forcibly cutting off the connection between him and the already shaking real energy on the sword.
His hand bounced on the hilt of the sword in an exaggerated manner as if he was being shocked by electricity.
However, Lin Yi's shock didn't stop there.
The sword light that could be described as sinister shone brightly.
A banging sound.
His sword also flew out of his hand.
A wave of exclamations sounded out.
Zhuo Qingzhi's body flew backwards like a wounded bird and landed towards the edge of the crowd behind.
"I lost."
Before landing, Zhuo Qingzhi's voice had already sounded and reached everyone's ears.
When most people heard this voice, they couldn't believe that the legendary valet could be defeated in such a close combat.
Lin Yi was also slightly stunned, as if he didn't expect the other party to admit defeat directly like this.
"You didn't hurt my sword. In the end, you just slapped my sword away with your sword, so I should forgive you. What's more, I've been practicing for a long time longer than you. In such a battle, if my sword is knocked out of my hand, it's already gone.
It’s time to admit defeat.”
Before he spoke, Zhuo Qingzhi's voice sounded again.
Lin Yi slowly stopped his hand, breathed a sigh of relief, and then said with a wry smile: "That makes some sense, but it seems that I haven't had enough of fighting yet."
His words caused silence to fall all around again, and then there were many heavy breathing sounds.
Zhuo Qingzhi was silent for a moment.
"You are indeed too unexpected."
He looked at where his sword fell, and there was a young practitioner who was taking the initiative to bring his sword, "Jingzhou Sword Academy and Hanshan Temple hold the same opinion about the sword pavilion being included in the Tiece Army."
Qi Zhuji let out a sigh of relief.
But more people took a deep breath.
No one present expected that the match between Lin Yi and Ni Yunshan would start like this and end with such a result.
"Thank you."
Lin Yi bowed seriously to him and the shop behind him.
This is not the pretense of a victor.
When Zhuo Qingzhi started fighting with him, he had already noticed the attitude of Jingzhou Sword Academy.
From the very beginning, Jingzhou Sword Academy has kept its hand, and it is not the kind of existence that has deep hatred and must seek revenge.
His bowing and saluting at this time also showed his attitude.
"It's the Danmer Sword."
The old man in the shop looked at Lin Yi seriously. Seeing Lin Yi's salute at this time, the old man couldn't help but smile and said these words to the other practitioners of Jingzhou Sword Academy around him.
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In the next moment, he couldn't help but shook his head and said softly with emotion: "What kind of practice is this? It's really amazing."
The practitioners from the Jingzhou Sword Academy beside him also felt the same way in their hearts.
Regardless of the many cultivation techniques that He Xiuxian has created, or the successor he chose, they are all worthy of praise.