Vol 8 Chapter 186: Respective reason

The killing is turned into a hovering candle, and the meaning is broken.
The symbol is broken, even if Su Qin refuses to believe that Zhang Yi’s ability can do this, but all this is true.
"You really made me a little surprised."
Su Qin did not immediately shoot again. He took a deep breath and looked at Zhang Ding, who was dignified but firm, and slowly said this sentence.
"It's just that you can break this trick with such a sign, just because you spent more time at Xian Fuzong than I did."
Then he looked at Zhang Yi again and said this.
He had to admit that Zhang Yi, in front of him, was in trouble more than the vast majority of his seven opposing masters.
Zhang Yi’s methods are also very complicated, but each is the top of the world of practitioners, and they are extremely powerful.
In his opinion, trouble means risk.
He didn't want to risk Zhang Zhiyi by risking himself.
So he wants to break Zhang Yi’s confidence first.
However, this white-faced master, Aries, has revealed what he can't understand.
Or, he never really understood his master brother.
"Do not."
In the face of his words, Zhang Yi shook his head and replied in a very serious tone: "Even if you stay in Xian Fuzong for the same time as I am, even longer than me, you are not on the road. Maybe I am, this has nothing to do with your talents and efforts, but you will not have real friends, the masters and their teachers will not really like you. They will never pass on some esoteric meanings to you. This kind of people."
"This is the case between people."
Zhang Yi looked at Su Qin, who was slightly changed. He slowly said: "You don't really treat people, people don't really treat you. You just want to use others or use Zongmen, then you are in the eyes of others and Zongmen. It’s just a weapon that can be used to do things, a tool to kill people. You are so intelligent, can you not even understand this truth, do you want to be a killing tool used by others?

Su Qin was silent for a moment, then said: "All I do is not to be a tool for others."
"Then you have gone astray." Zhang Yi said simply and surely.
"The king is defeated, and even the laws of the world are the ones who hold the greatest power and strength in this world. What is the difference!" Su Qin sneered. "As for spiritual practice, you should have heard of what is called breaking Road!"
When he said this, both of them did not want to say anything.
There are fewer thousand cups in the wine, and there is not much speculation.
The two are essentially different people. No one can convince the other person. Any other words can't break the other's heart.
Two horrible breaths, or the atmosphere that should not appear at the level of practitioners at their level of practice, bloom at the same time.
The courtyard of the rich businessman where the two are located is centered on the two people, and all the houses that have been destroyed are collapsed and become the gravel that has collapsed.
Even in the eyes of practitioners, this is a very shocking picture.
In the ruins of the ground, a black yin floated up and down.
The blackness on the face of Su Qin was getting thicker and thicker. The meridians in his flesh and blood began to bulge out. His face was like a flower face, and it was very embarrassing.
Behind him, there is a red light that is more dazzling than the sun.
The red light and the black gas collide, forming a cluster of vortex, just like there are countless red flowers flying in the air.
There are hundreds of blood-colored arms on his back. Although it is a combination of real and heaven and earth, it looks like it is no different from the skin of the real person.
Compared with Su Qin, Zhang Yi, who holds a small sword, seems to have changed nothing.
However, another terrible breath was dragged by him.
The side of the courtyard turned into a ruin, and the sky seemed to be pulled down a little, and it continued to press against the ground.
And the sky began to be covered with thick yellow brilliance, just like the one of the most common papers of Xian Fuzong to cover the sky.
A voice like a screaming sound rang in the sea of ​​Su Qin.
With the sound of this sound, the entire space stunned, hundreds of arms behind him became bigger and stretched, all slammed toward Zhang Yi.
Each of these arms contains terrible power, and the most amazing thing is that the nature of the vitality is almost the same.
Some are purely fierce, some have corrosive flames, some have intense corpse poisons, and some are blindly cold.
At this time, Su Qin was stronger than when Changling killed Yan.
Such pure power is crushed, and there are not many seven masters in the world who can take it.
This is what Su Qin wants to tell Zhang Yi!
What kind of realm do you control, what sword skills do you control, and what kind of roads you have, all broken by force!
Power is big!
When the hundreds of arms slammed toward Zhang Yi at the same time, countless wind pressures had just swept over Zhang Yi’s body, and Zhang Yi’s body had already sounded numerous sounds that were almost cracked.
His body has been shaken off the ground and flew backwards.
The ribs in the ribs in front of him had a terrible pain and almost broke.
However, Zhang Yi’s face is still firm.
The small sword in his hand, like ordinary stone, began to become crystal clear and light.
Then he clenched the sword and injected the power of his body into it, moving so many magical arms to the front.
The sword path of this sword in his hand is extremely lawless, and it is not chaotic.
The air in the air illuminates the sword, and at the same time forms a pattern of lines.
His sword also represents his mind and reason.
Everything in this world has a truth. This is not the case of a fist, but the right and wrong in the human heart, the choice between good and evil.
The yellow sky flutters like a cloth.
As his sword was drawn, many silky and holy rays of light fell.
These rays are like transparent strings, and they fall on those arms.
The arsenic of numerous impacts, such as the blossoms of thousands of trees, blooms in this space.
Zhang Yi’s body stunned and a blood blew from the corner of his mouth.
Su Qin was stunned and was also affected by these arrogances.
"Huang Tiandao Fu, I can't think of even passing this sign to you." A scream of anger could not be stopped from his thin lips.
Zhang Yi is still back.
His sword has not only led to the power of Huang Tiandao, but at the same time those Jianguang have once again formed a certain sign.
Hundreds of forward-swinging arms are entwined with countless transparent rays, and the glass is constantly glowing with purple light. Sometimes these arms can't move forward, but the powerful power fluctuates and continues to follow the traction of both forces. This space constantly oscillates outward.
Just outside the ruined courtyard, in the place closest to the two battlefields, two young practitioners of similar age and their standing, two friends of Zhang Yi, stood.
The man is Le Yi, the woman is Murong Xiaoyi.
"Can he win?"
Murong's face was very pale, looking at the swaying space, she was hard to breathe in the wind that was expanding outward.
Le Yi’s face is also much better than her.
Listening to the question of Murong's little intention, he stared at the yellow sky with his teeth, and shook his head: "At least I can't stop it because I teach him the Huang Tiandao and his current strength.