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

In just a few short years, this generation of talented young cultivators has changed a lot.

Zhang Yi went from Baiyang Cave to the Immortal Fu Sect, and in fact became the sect master of the Immortal Fu Sect, but whether it was when he served Xue Wuxu in the Changling Alley, or now, he is the same modest, and the sword in his hand is the same, simple and unpretentious.

The unpretentious rock is the most determined.

This natal sword is extremely compatible with his own aura, and now it is just held so simply, in Su Qin's perception, there is a majestic and immovable rock between heaven and earth.

The breath of holding the sword alone is enough to show that Zhang Yi is not what it used to be.

However, this did not make Su Qin change his opinion.

"Waste is waste. ”

Su Qin looked indifferently at Zhang Yi who was holding the sword, "In this life, you will either hide behind Xue Wangxu or behind Ding Ning, everything you have is just a gift from others, and people like you have never even experienced a real battle." ”

Zhang Yi became more and more angry.

In his view, courtesy, righteousness, and shame are the most natural rules in the world, and the most important purpose of cultivation is to help others, punish the strong and help the weak, not to bully the weak. But now he didn't want to say a word to Su Qin.

If you want to say it, you will talk about it after winning the war.

So in the face of Su Qin's ridicule, his face was just slightly gloomy, he raised his sword across his chest, and bowed his head slightly.

Su Qin sneered in return.

A black qi seeped out from his sea of qi, like a black belt, around his waist, gradually expanding.

The flow of this black gas seemed very calm, but in the air around him, a cold wind began to howl.

A cold light flashed in Su Qin's eyes.

There was a muffled bang.

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

The battle began instantly.

The dangerous qi machine was coming, and Zhang Yi did not hesitate to draw his sword.

A clumsy-looking sword light spawned in front of him, but it brought a strong talisman with it.

The furious vitality was summoned from heaven and earth, but in front of him there was a sudden calm, only a sharp contraction.

In front of him, it was like there were countless stone steps, overlapping and blocking in front of him.

The black qi surrounding Su Qin's waist had disappeared.

Instead, countless heart-palpitating black flames poured out of the ground.

These black flames danced with scarlet sparks, striking at the formless stone steps that had just formed.

A loud bang rang out in the courtyard.

All the trees and flowers in the courtyard, including the rockery, were all shaken into powder.

Zhang Yi snorted and shook back a few feet.

Su Qin frowned slightly.

To his surprise, Zhang Yi's intention came before him.

Zhang Yi obviously didn't rush to make a move, but he seemed to have predicted what kind of power his blow would generate, and this sword seemed to be attacking and defending, completely blocking his approach.

But he still didn't look down on Zhang Yi, including the confrontation in this round, and it was still his strength that had the absolute upper hand.

What's more, it's just his most common tentative tactic.

Such a move is from the inheritance of the Qi Si people, and using Su Qin's cultivation to perform such a move is far from that of the Qi Si people.

However, just such a blow could shake Zhang Yi back, and for the entire cultivator world now, the power that Zhang Yi showed was indeed nothing.

Su Qin did not retreat a step.

His crippled hand moved slightly.

Countless twisted currents of air flew out of his fingers in spirals, bringing up countless small scarlet talismans in his sleeves.

Each of these runes was made of a very thin bone fragment, but the runes on it looked like they were drawn from several kinds of blood.

At this moment, hundreds of such bone talismans instantly filled the sky in this courtyard with a disordered attitude, like fallen leaves fluttering down in countless winds.

The moment each talisman fell, it was already burning violently.

Between the blood-red runes, a cold hell fire burned, emitting a terrifying smell of decay.

It was an instantaneous deflagration.

The bone talisman disappeared in an instant, but the blood-red flame turned into the shape of a moth.

These Hellfire Moths were like life, each walking in a strange trajectory in the air, falling towards Zhang Yi.

This is a unique talisman that Su Qin has realized in the cultivation of the Immortal Fu Sect, but it is combined with the exercises he obtained on the head of the witch god, as well as the Yin God and ghost methods of the Qi Si people.

So when these blood-red Hellfire Moths formed and flew all over the sky, Su Qin's brows loosened, and his face was full of pride.

This is his pride.

Zhang Yi has been practicing in the Immortal Fu Sect for a long time, much longer than him.

In the eyes of all people, Zhang Yi's practice is both hard and never give up.

But he's the same.

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

He just wanted to tell these bystanders that even if it wasn't a special adventure, he could do better than Zhang Yi.

When these dark fires ignited, there seemed to be countless qi and blood in his body that were ignited.

This feeling is very good, and at the same time reminds him that he is actually looking forward to it and eager to have such a fight with Zhang Yi.

Zhang Yi couldn't breathe for an instant.

These dark fires burned all the air in the heaven and earth around him, and they exuded a highly poisonous aura, which even had a strong corrosive effect on the true element, as if in addition to the yin god and ghost elemental energy, it also carried the power of the star vitality outside this heaven and earth.

His chest and lungs began to swell violently.

In the next moment, because of the unequal air pressure inside and outside his body, his chest and lungs seemed to explode suddenly.

Without the slightest hesitation, his left hand was also extended.

This is just Zhang Yi's own feelings, in fact, in Su Qin's perception, he is still very fast this time, and it is still almost equal to the speed at which Su Qin casts those bone talismans.

A purple light appeared in his left hand.

The true yuan that was already bulging out in his sea of qi was sharply compressed in his palm.

He only shook his palm slightly, and the slight change in his palm naturally formed a unique rune on the palm of his palm.

Bang.

A force erupted in his left palm.

It's also a token of symbolism.

Countless bright purple rays of light emanated from his left palm.

There was no shock.

Just solidify.

All the blood-red Hellfire moths that flew towards him were frozen in the air.

It's a certainty.

It is the most important true talisman of the Immortal Rune Sect, and it is also the true talisman that has only been passed down to the sect masters of previous dynasties.

Before following Li Ding Ning to leave the Zhongshu Hou Mansion, the sect master of the Immortal Fu Sect handed over this sect master true talisman into his hands.

Su Qin's face stiffened slightly, and his brows furrowed deeply.

All the blood-red Stygian Moths froze in the air, burning only in place, like eerie levitating candle flames.