This long sword is like a flexible bird, exerting a different kind of power in Zhao Lei's hand.
That disciple was at the third level of Qi training, but the power exerted by the flying sword in his hand was not as powerful and flexible as Zhao Lei's second level of Liuhe Sword Technique.
Moreover, Zhao Lei also made changes to the original move of the Liuhe Sword Technique. When the two sword shadows surrounded the flying sword, they actually separated directly and became three swords heading towards Xiao Yi from three different directions.
When Xiao Yi faced this change of tactics, he was surprised. It seemed that Zhao Lei had gained a lot in the past few months.
But in the face of this attack, Xiao Yi didn't move a step. The sword at his waist didn't even need to move, it just flew out and surrounded him.
"Sword Shadow Crazy Dragon!"
I saw hundreds of sword shadows swaying, transforming directly, and flying towards the surroundings.
Heavy sword shadows surrounded Xiao Yi, and Zhao Lei's large, small, and large ones were directly buried by the billowing sword shadows.
And these hundreds of sword shadows, after destroying these three attacks, directly turned into a flying dragon and flew towards Zhao Lei.
The sword shadow flying dragon rolled over, Zhao Lei stepped back one after another, and the borrowed flying sword was shattered in the torrent.
Zhao Lei was seen retreating backwards, still chanting spells in his mouth, and then a stone shield appeared in the air to block the flying dragon, but it was submerged only in an instant.
Then water balls and snowballs appeared one after another, trying to stop Feilong Yiji, but the result was in vain.
Only then did Zhao Lei realize that Xiao Yi's strength was probably not inferior to that of the Sancai Taoist who did not use the Eight-sided Han Sword.
This is the unparalleled attack power of the sword cultivator, and the last desperate move of Taoist Sancai and Zhao Lei was not an eight-sided Han sword.
If he didn't use the power of Devouring Immortals and Sword Marks, Zhao Lei would be no match for him, not to mention that he was only a second-level monk now.
Now Zhao Lei does not have his own sword of destiny, so he does not intend to expose the power of the sword mark prematurely.
Although the Immortal Devourer said that Zhao Lei's Dantian had recovered, the Immortal Devourer had not fully recovered as before. He did not want to use it too early, so as not to affect its recovery. The damage to the Immortal Devourer was too serious at first, and Zhao Lei did not even want to use it in those three opportunities. use.
Even though Zhao Lei believed that the Immortal Devourer had recovered somewhat, those three times might not be a traumatic event for the Immortal Devourer, but he didn't want to.
Zhao Lei faced the attack of the flying dragon in a hurry, using spells one after another. However, as a second-level Qi practitioner, his magic power was limited after all. After the last ball of water appeared, he fell to the ground, his head covered with blood. Sweating profusely and panting heavily.
The flying dragon carried the billowing sword energy and the strong wind, and finally stopped three inches in front of Zhao Lei. Zhao Lei's body was constantly swayed by the strong wind, and his clothes were fluttering in the wind.
"Not bad!"
Xiao Yi is still satisfied with Zhao Lei's achievements during this period. He has already practiced to this level in just a few months, and even he was far from comparable back then.
"Hey, my good disciple, why do you only use some spells and don't try more of the sword skills you have learned?"
Xiao Yi walked out of the courtyard and asked Zhao Lei with a smile on his face.
"Master, I don't have the sword of my destiny yet!"
When Xiao Yi heard Zhao Lei's words, he slapped himself on the forehead.
"Oh, now that I'm old, I'm no longer useful."
"Come on, come on, it's better to choose a day than to hit it. Today, my master will take you to pick out a sword of your destiny that you are satisfied with. It can be regarded as a gift for you to get out of seclusion."
"Thank you so much, master!"
Sure enough, after Zhao Lei used the Liuhe Sword Technique, Xiao Yi did not check his situation again and fooled him right away.
Xiao Yi moved the flying sword, and Zhao Lei followed. The flying sword soared into the sky and quickly disappeared.
Zhao Lei stood behind Xiao Yi, and the flying sword went straight in one direction, and soon reached the border of Lingyu Sect.
But Xiao Yi didn't stop yet. Originally, Zhao Lei just thought that Xiao Yi would take him to the Lingyu Sect's treasure house to choose a Feijian for him.
But he didn't expect that Xiao Yi obviously wanted to take him out. When he thought of this, Zhao Lei felt a little nervous. Could it be that Xiao Yi was still evil and wanted the sword mark in his mind.
When he was in seclusion before, Xiao Yi had no chance. After he came out of seclusion, could he finally bear it no longer?
Xiao Yi seemed to sense Zhao Lei's doubts.
"My dear disciple, are you wondering why I want to take you out?"
"My master makes all decisions, and I believe he won't treat me badly."
"Hahaha, as long as you say this, I will take you to a good place."
Finally, the flying sword was about to leave the range of Lingyu Sect. At this time, Xiao Yi took out the token, and the invisible formation in the air appeared, and a passage appeared above the light shield.
Xiao Yi flew out directly. After leaving Lingyu Sect, Zhao Lei felt that the world was suddenly different.
The place chosen by the Lingyu Sect was also a place with abundant spiritual power and beautiful mountains and rivers. After Zhao Lei came out, he felt that nothing had changed, but he felt that everything had changed again.
The difference of an inch was directly reflected. Outside the Lingyu Sect, the air was very cold and extremely dry. Spiritual power was scarce. The world was desolate and shrouded in deathly silence.
The temperature of Lingyu Sect has dropped a bit compared to before, but it is only cooler, and the spiritual power inside is much more abundant than outside.
When he came out this time, Zhao Lei was still a bit unaccustomed. He originally lived in an environment like the outside. In the mysterious valley before, although his spiritual power was more abundant, time was tight at that time. He had a strong pressurized.
In the Lingyu Sect, Zhao Lei has been living a very relaxed life since he got the sword marks on his back. After staying in that honeypot-like environment for a long time, he seems to feel a little different.
No wonder some cultivators will despise those casual cultivators or mortals in the world after they are born. You can understand it from this difference.
Xiao Yi was taking Zhao Lei to gain experience. Zhao Lei had tried so hard to find the whereabouts of other immortal cultivators in Pingyang City.
He even sent his subordinates to monitor the ghost, but it was all in vain. He didn't expect to go to the same place easily at this moment.
And there were others with them. This gap really made Zhao Lei feel a little dazed.
Having a master is better than fighting alone, so those famous and upright people in the world always make other martial arts people with mediocre backgrounds envious.
Zhao Lei followed Xiao Yi and looked at the vast earth below. There were cracks in the yellow earth. God still didn't let the rain fall after all.
From time to time, Zhao Lei could still see ant-like mortals moving slowly on the ground.
