Xiao Yi thought for much longer than Zhao Lei. After about a stick of incense, his face darkened, as if he had made a decision, and then a smile suddenly appeared on his face again.
Xiao Yi looked at Zhao Lei kindly and then said:
"Your sword mark must have been passed down by the ancestor. You haven't formally practiced yet. I'm afraid that if the sword mark stays in your body, it will cause damage to your body. Come and let me take a look and see what is going on." So you can plan your future spiritual path."
Xiao Yi said nice things, but in his heart he was thinking about the sword mark in Zhao Lei's head.
Xiao Yi relied on the fact that Zhao Lei was a so-called mortal and had never seen the world, so he wanted to trick him into getting the mark.
Of course, Xiao Yi didn't mean to kick him after taking the sword mark away.
Because in Xiao Yi's opinion, even if Zhao Lei doesn't have the sword mark, he has passed the test of the sword tomb and is a very good swordsman.
Xiao Yi looked at Zhao Lei and thought that after he took away the sword mark, he would train him well and treat him as his own son.
Xiao Yi thought very well, but he didn't know that Zhao Lei had already prepared a way to deal with it.
After listening to Xiao Yi's words, Zhao Lei pretended to be innocent, with anxiety on his face.
"Ah! Master, what should I do?"
"It's okay, disciple, just stand here, my master will check it for you later.
Of course, you don't need to be too nervous. If your body really can't bear it, my master will take it out and keep it temporarily. When your cultivation level improves, I will return it to you.
My good disciple, don’t worry, I will keep my word as my master, and I will definitely not covet your opportunity. "
Now Xiao Yi is like a strange uncle, coaxing the child who is not connected with the world.
After listening to Xiao Yi's words, the expression on Zhao Lei's face relaxed, as if he was relieved.
"Master, please hurry up, no wonder I feel dizzy from now on.
Later, I'm afraid I will become a dementia child. "
"Hahaha, my good disciple, don't worry, my master will be here right away."
Xiao Yi took two steps forward, and the smile on his face gradually became serious. He put his right hand on Zhao Lei's forehead with a serious look.
I saw a wave of waves coming from Xiao Yi's right hand, preparing to spread towards Zhao Lei's body, but just as this wave touched Zhao Lei's body.
An aura that horrified all sentient beings burst out from Zhao Lei's body. This aura was filled with anger, as if Xiao Yi's actions just now were the ultimate insult to him.
Then after these breaths came out, they turned into a long sword and stabbed directly towards Xiao Yi.
Zhao Lei originally just wanted Jianhen to teach Xiao Yi a lesson and make him put aside his petty thoughts.
But he didn't expect that this sword mark would be so violent and aloof that he would transform into a long sword and attack Xiao Yi directly.
If it were other monks, they might not be so passive, but Xiao Yi is a sword cultivator, and he used his methods to prepare to resist the attack of the long sword.
But he didn't want to lose his spirit and be completely unable to display it. Before he understood his own swordsmanship, any swordsmanship attack would be in vain in front of the sword mark. In front of this swordsmanship emperor, Xiao Yi panicked for a moment.
Xiao Yi performed several sword techniques one after another, but there was no movement at all. Even the natal sword on his waist was infected by the aura from outside and was about to escape, completely out of his control.
Xiao Yi pressed his left hand firmly on the hilt of the sword to barely suppress its strange movement.
Xiao Yi was completely suppressed. Seeing that he couldn't cast his best spell, he could only try a few ordinary ordinary spells.
I saw Xiao Yi chanting a spell in his mouth, and a stone shield appeared directly in front of him, blocking the way of the long sword.
The long sword hadn't touched the stone shield at all, but the sharp aura it exuded had already covered the stone shield with sword marks. Countless gravels began to break away from the edges, and the whole thing gradually fell apart.
And this was only a blink of an eye. With a bang, the stone shield turned into countless rubbles and fell to the ground, and the air was filled with smoke and dust.
Of course, Xiao Yi had been fighting for many years and his reaction was very fast. In just this moment, he quickly backed up.
Immediately afterwards, countless stones attacked the sword like a rain of arrows, and then a huge fire dragon spurted out from his mouth, exuding blazing heat and incomparable impact.
The attacks came one after another, heading towards the long sword. If it were normal, Xiao Yi's attack must have followed Zhao Lei's instructions.
But this was no ordinary fight. The person standing there, dumbfounded, was his new disciple, a swordsman genius who could inherit his legacy.
Putting these aside, if they dared to cause any harm to Zhao Lei, Feng Qian and Liang Ji would not agree.
But these attacks were like tickling the long sword. They dissipated in the air without touching the main body of the long sword.
The fire dragon was also divided into two halves, turning into two strands, flying towards the left and right sides. The entire square turned into a sea of fire, but there was an aura surrounding Zhao Lei, preventing him from being burned by the flames. .
Xiao Yi retreated very quickly, but the long sword was faster. If it hadn't been for Zhao Lei's previous instructions, the long sword would have killed Xiao Yi the moment it appeared.
At this time, the sword mark has been suppressing him, and he has only released a weaker breath, but what Xiao Yi did did indeed arouse its anger, so he cannot let it go, it must give Xiao Yi Good looking.
When the long sword appeared in front of Xiao Yi, he could only hurriedly cast spells to defend himself. As soon as a shield appeared, the long sword pierced it.
"Bang!"
There was no fluctuation in the shield, and it shattered in an instant.
"don't want!"
At the last critical moment, Zhao Lei shouted hurriedly and stopped the sword.
As soon as the tip of the sword penetrated Xiao Yi's flesh, it stopped and disappeared into the air.
Although Xiao Yi's body seemed to have only a few superficial wounds, the sword energy generated from the sword tip was rushing around in his body.
"puff!"
After spitting out a mouthful of blood, Xiao Yi's complexion improved a little, but the sword energy in his body was still scurrying around.
A strange bulge appeared on Xiao Yi's body, and it was still moving around. Xiao Yi didn't care about anything else, and quickly sat cross-legged on the ground to adjust his breathing and suppress the injury.
After the long sword dissipated, Zhao Lei looked anxious and ran towards Xiao Yi. He stood beside him as anxious as an ant on a hot pot, but he did not dare to touch Xiao Yi easily.
There were only two of them left on Lijian Peak, and the mask of light still shrouded the square, so Zhao Lei could only stay here and worry.
These are what Zhao Lei wanted Xiao Yi to see. At this time, his heart was extremely peaceful.
