The silver-blue brilliance formed a semicircular sphere, covering Qin Yi with the tip of the Seven Kills Sword as the center.
The third elder was also enveloped in his own green light, and their faces were both illuminated.
A strange scene appeared. Qin Yi, who had just been thrown away, actually stabilized his figure in mid-air, forming a stalemate with the three elders.
"This...how is this possible?"
"A little brat at the first level of the Dao Embryo Realm actually withstood the attacks of the three elders, and was able to compete in a short period of time?"
"God! Tell me, is there something wrong with my eyes? Shouldn't that kid be beaten by the third elder until he vomited blood and fell to the ground?"
However, reality still gave these people a loud slap in the face.
Qin Yi indeed suppressed the violent offensive of the third elder, and even managed to equalize with the third elder in a short period of time.
At this moment, not to mention the elders of the Zhao family, even Uncle Zhao couldn't help but be moved.
When Qin Yi fought against Xue Huang on the Yuewan Sea, Uncle Zhao still had some impressions.
Xue Huang, who was at the first level of the Taoist Realm, faced off against Qin Yi, who was at the half-level Taoist Realm. Although Qin Yi won in the end, Uncle Zhao clearly remembered that it was not easy for Qin Yi to win, and he even used a lot of trump cards.
But now, he single-handedly withstood a fatal blow from a fourth-level Dao Fei Realm expert!
In any case, this somewhat subverted Uncle Zhao's prediction.
However, this stalemate did not last long. In just a few breaths, a powerful force erupted from the center of the confrontation between the two, and Qin Yi was once again blown away by the violent force.
This time, he couldn't land as easily as last time.
His body hit the ground hard, hitting his back with huge force, and the crisp sound of broken bones was particularly harsh.
puff.
Qin Yi's face turned pale. He could no longer suppress the injuries in his body and spit out a mouthful of blood.
"Great! I knew that if the third elder shows his power, he will definitely defeat the enemy!"
"This kid is so arrogant, I thought he was so powerful. It seems that he is strong on the outside but weak on the inside!"
"That's right! That blow just now must have had such an effect because of his desperate efforts! Now that he has fallen to the ground, he can only be slaughtered by the third elder."
"Hmph! So what if you give it a desperate blow? You see, the third elder is still unscathed? It's ridiculous for a small tree to shake a big tree, it's ridiculous!"
puff!
Just when everyone was belittling Qin Yi and praising the third elder, the sound of vomiting blood was heard again in the hall.
This sound was so harsh in everyone's ears.
Although they were unwilling, they couldn't help but glance at the third elder from the corners of their eyes.
I saw a wisp of blood hanging from the corner of the third elder's mouth, and a patch of blood in front of him. This bright red color looked so ridiculous on Qin Yi, but now it looked so shocking hanging from the corner of the third elder's mouth.
Looking down again, everyone's eyes widened. The third elder's skinny arms were trembling slightly, and there were obvious burn marks on the hanging palms and robes.
"Third Elder? This is impossible!"
"A mere ant with half a step can actually hurt the third elder? I must be dreaming!"
But whether they believe it or not, the reality is right in front of them.
Just when Qin Yi made his move, the source of heavenly fire in his body seemed to feel Qin Yi's fiery fighting spirit, and was instantly inspired to attach itself to Qin Yi's Seven Killing Sword.
With one strike of the sword, carrying the power of the mysterious sky fire, he formed a confrontation with the three elders.
However, although the Heavenly Fire is powerful, it is ultimately limited by Qin Yi's own realm. Otherwise, the three elders would have been shattered to pieces and burned to ashes by the blow just now.
Even so, the third elder was still feeling very uncomfortable. Moreover, his injuries were not serious. In his current state, his life span, which was only a short time left, might be shortened by half in an instant.
Faced with this situation, the third elder almost went crazy in his heart. His face was as gloomy as water, the corners of his raised mouth trembled slightly, and his eyes were as serious as a poisonous snake. Obviously, at this moment, he was furious.
"You little beast, how dare you plot against me? I will definitely let you die without a burial place!"
The third elder's fists suddenly clenched tightly, and his joints crackled. The murderous aura in his body seemed to turn into substance, and he crushed Qin Yi away.
At this time, Qin Yi, who had fallen to the ground, trembled slightly, and then suddenly thrust the Seven Kills Sword into the ground. With the support of the Seven Kills Sword, he stood up again.
Unlike the third elder who was gloomy and furious, Qin Yi was smiling at this moment. He was looking at the third elder calmly. There was provocation in his eyes.
"Old guy, you've been enjoying yourself for so many years and wanted to be a long-lived tortoise. But now your dream has been shattered, aren't you very unhappy?"
Qin Yi's lips curled into a sarcastic arc, and his extremely sarcastic words finally made the third elder completely lose his mind!
The third elder's silver-white hair stood on end, and his eyes turned scarlet. His sinister eyes stared at Qin Yi, and he gritted his teeth and said, "I will kill you!"
Qin Yi laughed, still completely unafraid. He held up his sword and endured the severe pain in his body, actually wanting to rush towards the third elder again.
At this moment, a dark palm stretched out and grabbed Qin Yi.
Uncle Zhao looked at Qin Yi calmly and said, "Leave the rest to me."
Qin Yi's eyes narrowed slightly, and he saw Uncle Zhao stretching out his finger, and a wine jar appeared out of thin air in his hand.
"This is wine!"
When everyone in the Zhao family saw this thing, their expressions changed drastically.
The direct descendants of the Zhao family have an instinctive fear of alcohol. It’s not that they don’t like alcohol, but that their bodies don’t allow them to have any contact with alcohol!
On that deserted island, Uncle Zhao had already proved this to Qin Yi.
Nowadays, a large jar of fine wine, unopened, is in Uncle Zhao's hands, and everyone in the Zhao family has turned pale.
"Zhao Mo, you are also a descendant of my Zhao family. You actually want to use such despicable means to deal with the family? Aren't you afraid of being punished by God?"
When the third elder saw the jar of wine in Uncle Zhao's hand, he immediately stopped, stared at Uncle Zhao with fear on his face, and shouted loudly.
Uncle Zhao was unmoved, and he slapped the mud seal open without hesitation. The rich aroma of wine instantly escaped. Qin Yi heard that it was a good wine, but in the eyes of everyone in the Zhao family, it was deadly poison.
Even Uncle Zhao himself frowned while holding the jar of fine wine, and there was a flash of pain in his expression.
"Brother Mo, what you did makes me really sad."
The head of the Zhao family is obviously unable to resist this smell. As martial arts cultivators, they are not afraid of bleeding or injury. However, this extremely itchy feeling is unbearable.
The painful words of the Zhao family leader were replaced by Uncle Zhao's faint sneer. He looked calm and said unhurriedly: "We haven't seen each other for a hundred years. When I come back today, I naturally need to prepare some gifts for you."
After saying this, Uncle Zhao shook his arm, and under everyone's gaze, the wine jar spun and flew into the air.
Immediately, Uncle Zhao clapped his hand, and the wine jar burst open. The sweet wine suddenly sprayed down like rain.