I Hang Up In the Fantasy World

In the Dihuang Sword, Zhang Yi was simulating a battle, and he was actually fighting a third-level heavenly saint.

As he approached, the swordsman in white suddenly exploded, and a bright sword light enveloped him.

It was obvious that Zhang Yi moved first, but the moment he approached, the opponent's hands landed on the hilt strangely, as if the step of drawing the sword was omitted.

This caught Zhang Yi a little off guard.

brush!

The white-clothed swordsman was as fast as a ghost, and when he swung his sword, the billowing true energy swept out like a surging sea, turning into sword shadows overwhelming the sky and blasting towards Zhang Yi.

The tyrannical power brought by the Saint Realm and the Third Heaven Realm exploded instantly under his sword!

The power of this sword is enough to defeat a first-level heavenly saint!

The berserk true essence slanted out wantonly, and the infinite sword energy roared with fierce sword intent.

The surrounding time and space are also broken, and space fragments are flying in all directions.

The bright sword shadow rapidly magnified in Zhang Yi's black eyes, but he showed no sign of retreating.

This is a simulated battle, and Zhang Yi naturally has to face the enemy head-on, so that he can truly distinguish his own combat power level!

I saw him with a calm expression, and swung the Likong sword in a circle, and the sharp sword essence condensed from practicing the Taixuan Sword Sutra swept away immediately.

open!

Zhang Yi shouted violently, and attacked with all his strength, the next moment, the sword shadows all over the sky were fiercely and regretfully with Lie Kongjian.

The two collided, and one after another low-pitched voices sounded out one after another.

Shock waves visible to the naked eye raged wildly, and the void showed spider web-like fine lines spreading into the distance.

That kind of destructive power is enough to make the second-level heavenly saints also have to back away.

Peng!

Suddenly, in the center where the space was broken and the true essence was raging, two figures shot out backwards.

The figure of the white-clothed swordsman kept stepping in the void, retreating hundreds of meters in a row before stopping his decline.

On the other hand, Zhang Yi rubbed his feet against the grassland, dragging two deep scratches on the ground.

In the end, he stabbed back suddenly with the Rifting Sword, and then he forcibly stabilized his figure.

The swordsman in white retreated 500 meters, and Zhang Yi retreated 700 meters!

Zhang Yi raised his head, looked at the gloomy white-clothed swordsman not far away, and said with a smile.

Three heavenly saints, that's all.

The Taixuan Sword Sutra he practiced is a top-notch technique, and the strength of its true energy is also top-notch in the second heaven.

This is coupled with the increase brought by his physical body in the holy realm and the tree god.

At this time, even if he confronts the third-level heavenly saint head-on, he will not lose much.

If the awakened God of Wood is not the God of Wood, but the God of Gold who is inclined to attack, Zhang Yi can even directly gain the upper hand.

However, although the white-clothed swordsman lost, he didn't change much in his expression, but the aura around him gradually began to flow.

He slowly held the long sword in his hand, and a cyan rune appeared on the sword.

Suddenly, a sense of etherealness appeared on the swordsman in white.

The long sword in his hand trembled, and suddenly there was a gust of wind, and the sound of breaking wind resounded through the sky, as if it was about to tear the sky apart.

Obviously, after a hard fight, he realized that Zhang Yi could not be suppressed by his own three-level cultivation alone, and the white-clothed swordsman began to use real means.

Peng!

The white-clothed swordsman stomped heavily on his right foot, and when the void exploded, his figure suddenly rushed out, leaving afterimages behind him.

This is caused by being too fast.

While the white-clothed swordsman was performing his sword moves, the infinite sword energy turned into a blue rainstorm, sweeping towards Zhang Yi.

Zhang Yi did not retreat half a step, his eyes were indifferent.

In his hand, the splitting sword swept across, slowly but really quickly casting a barrier of swordsmanship on his body, and received all the attacks like a torrential rain.

Crackling!

The two are like two bolts of lightning, and every time they collide, sparks are scattered everywhere.

At the same time, at the moment of the confrontation, an astonishing shock of true energy erupted, making the sky dark and the ground densely covered with cracks.

The white-clothed swordsmen guarding the fifth pass are unparalleled in speed and good at attacking.

And Zhang Yi is also a swordsman, and he is also good at attacking.

At this time, when the two sides met, they did not take any defense. They were completely attacking and attacking. It could be described as extremely thrilling.

Under such a strong confrontation, if someone is slightly weaker, they will obviously be firmly caught, and they will be eliminated and defeated!

As the battle progressed, there were distinct halos around the two of them.

No matter how fierce the opponent's offensive is, it will be difficult to break through it.

The situation began to stalemate, but Zhang Yi's eyes became brighter and brighter.

happy!

happy!

Zhang Yi's fighting spirit was high, and the sword essence forged by the Taixuan Sword Sutra in his body was fully operating.

And the God of Wood is also full of vitality, continuously supporting Zhang Yi's terrifying consumption.

At this moment, with the tempering of the battle, all the powers that Zhang Yi had cultivated in the past hundred years were fully stimulated.

Like an exquisite machine, it is completely fired at this time!

Gradually, Zhang Yi even turned against the customer and gained the upper hand.

After all, when the white-clothed swordsman was unable to take down Zhang Yi in a short time, he competed in a war of attrition. Obviously, he was not Zhang Yi's opponent who had activated the God of Wood.

If he continues to fight, this triple heaven swordsman will be dragged to death by himself!

And this was obviously noticed by the swordsman in white.

Immediately, his eyes became colder and colder. With a movement of his wrist, there was a tangible breeze surrounding the blade, causing his speed to soar!

Supernatural power: Nine Styles of Gale Wind!

The swordsman in white used his supernatural powers.

Immediately, a cyan wind surrounded the white-clothed swordsman, and the long sword pierced through the air, enveloping Zhang Yi like lightning.

In just an instant, the tip of the sword fell on Zhang Yi's neck, and it was about to pierce through.

The speed of the swordsman in white's attack was unimaginably fast.

It directly surpassed the speed limit that the saints of the three heavens could achieve, making it too late for people to react!

Although it has advantages in terms of realm, there are also other factors.

If Zhang Yi hadn't completely entered the state at this time and concentrated all his attention, this blow would have cost him a heavy price!

clang!

Almost at the same time, Zhang Yi's face changed, he sensed danger somewhere, and his hairs stood on end.

He made a decisive decision, waved the split sword in his hand to block, and quickly retreated at the same time!

In the end, under Zhang Yi's early reaction, Likong Jianshi blocked the opponent's attack.

The two distanced themselves and stood facing each other in mid-air.

Zhang Yi raised his hand slightly, touched the neck, and felt that there was blood flowing out there.

But in an instant, that tiny wound healed, and there was no trace of injury anymore.

Just now, although Zhang Yi successfully blocked the opponent's swift sword, but because the distance was too close, the spurting sword intent pierced through his protective essence, thus injuring him.

From the side, the opponent's attack has obviously achieved success.

Worthy of being a saint of the third level, although it seems to be in balance, you can't relax for a moment, otherwise you will suffer a fatal blow.

Zhang Yi murmured in his heart, and looked at the cyan gust that was lingering around the other party at this time.

The sudden cyan gust should be the reason for the soaring speed of the opponent, making it almost too late for Zhang Yi to react.

Is it a magical power of the wind attribute?

Zhang Yi guessed in his heart.

Because it was a simulated battle, Zhang Yi naturally didn't use the eye of insight to check the opponent's basic situation.

Good perception, actually avoided this blow.

On the opposite side, the white-clothed swordsman spoke calmly, with no emotion in his voice.

He seemed to know what Zhang Yi was thinking and admitted frankly.

But my supernatural power, Gale Wind Nine Styles, is biased towards the mystery of speed, you can't retreat!

The swordsman in white opened his mouth calmly, and swung his sword again, intending to cut Zhang Yi down.

There are many types of magical powers, some are offensive, some are defensive, and some are more assassination, speed, curse...

But generally speaking, the first magical power cultivated by a saint, even if he is good at attacking, will also have some defensive effect, rather than simply specializing in one direction.

Just like Zhang Yi's cloud transformation supernatural power, it takes into account both offensive body skills and defense, a trinity.

This is the usual choice for low-level saints.

After all, the first supernatural power to practice at the beginning naturally has to take into account multiple aspects to adapt to various difficulties.

And only in the future when the cultivation base is advanced, when you practice the second and third magical powers, can you choose a very powerful magical power.

But the Nine Gale Styles performed by the white-clothed swordsman in front of him were uncharacteristically, a supernatural power of pure speed.

Abandoned defense, change, but only pure speed.

In terms of attack, this supernatural power is terrifying, and this is why Zhang Yi almost failed to guard against it.

Nine forms of Gale Wind?

Zhang Yi narrowed his eyes when he heard this.

Although he only practiced the supernatural power of Huayun, when he selected the secret books of supernatural powers, he observed the general situation of many supernatural powers.

The Nine Styles of Gale Wind are impressively among them.

This is a supernatural power of pure speed, and it needs to comprehend the true meaning of wind before it can be used.

Usually, the wind is used to breed his own flying sword. When he needs to face the enemy, once the flying sword is out of its sheath, it will be faster than a sword.

It's as if the waves are superimposed, the more the Gale Wind Nine Styles goes, the superimposed power will continue to skyrocket.

And once the ninth form is used, the speed can be said to be unrivaled. When the sword comes out, it is a hit.

Of course, the white-clothed swordsman opposite Zhang Yi is only the third heaven of the Saint Realm, so it is naturally impossible to cultivate supernatural powers to a high level.

Zhang Yi reckoned that it would be considered good if the other party could comprehend the fifth form.

You can't escape.

Just as Zhang Yi retreated, the other party's Nine Styles of Gale Wind had fully unfolded.

The gust of wind swept across the sky, pushing the speed of the swordsman in white even more extraordinary. He approached Zhang Yi extremely quickly, and the sword light had already passed through the void.

Zhang Yi suddenly seemed to be in a tornado, passively parrying the fierce attack of the swordsman in white!

In the blink of an eye, the swordsman in white used four swords in a row, and Zhang Yi was in danger, dancing on the tip of the sword!

But Zhang Yi barely avoided the fourth sword, and the fifth sword was immediately cast by the white-clothed swordsman.

And the power of this sword has increased several times, and the speed has climbed to a peak. Zhang Yibi can't see it!

Zhang Yi's guess was right, the white-clothed swordsman's Nine Styles of Gale Wind had only practiced to the fifth level!

But it was also enough to cause him huge trouble.

In the void, the white-clothed swordsman raised his long sword with both hands, his lips squirmed, and there were ancient and obscure syllables, which slowly came out.

That ancient syllable, like the sound of the wind, brought endless howls of the wind, making the sky and the earth violently violent, and even the clouds in the nine heavens were blown away at this moment.

Following the momentum of the previous four swords, at this moment, with the sword of the man in white slashing down, endless cyan winds rolled backwards, blessing under this sword.

A cyan wind blade suddenly appeared and flew towards Zhang Yi through the air!

Wherever it passed, a deep mark was left in the void, which was difficult to heal for a long time, and the power of the five forms of supernatural power, Gale Wind, burst out with all its strength at this moment.

Since you can't hide, then it's next.

Faced with the all-out blow from the three heavenly sages, Zhang Yi didn't panic at all. Instead, the depths of his black pupils became brighter and sharper.

That wind blade gathered the strong wind between heaven and earth, and superimposed the power of the previous four swords, it was indeed very powerful.

Zhang Yi could feel the terrifying energy fluctuations contained in it.

Have to say, it's pretty tricky!

but.

It is not impossible to stop it.

Zhang Yi's eyes were cold, and his face became extremely solemn. He folded his hands together, and the mystery of supernatural power to transform clouds flowed in his heart, and then he began to change the seal method.

Immediately, the surface of Zhang Yi's body began to fade and become indifferent, and a white mist rose up, as if he lost his body and became invisible and insubstantial.

Supernatural power, the art of transforming clouds, defensive form, virtualization!

Zhang Yi spat out a few words, and in the next moment, this wind blade pierced through!

boom!

The moment the wind blade hit, there was a big explosion.

In the center, a bright beam of light shot up into the sky, illuminating the originally dark field, causing the swordsman in white to squint his eyes uncontrollably.

Then, there was an extremely violent shock wave of true essence bursting out crazily.

I saw a white wave of air spreading in all directions, causing the space within hundreds of kilometers to shake slightly at this time, with ripples.

Below the center of the explosion, the original plain dissipated, replaced by a huge pit with a diameter of tens of kilometers!

In mid-air, the white-clothed swordsman was surrounded by blue wind, isolating the air wave.

He stared closely at the center of the explosion, trying to discern Zhang Yi's state at this time.

This was undoubtedly his strongest blow. If he missed it, then Zhang Yi would obviously have passed the fifth level.

Soon, the chaotic power in this space dissipated, and the scene in the sky became clear.

I saw a bright white cloud floating quietly above the sky.

And if you observe carefully, you will find that in the center of the white cloud, there is a hole that is transparent from front to back.

This is the trace of the wind blade passing through!

The white clouds gathered, and then turned into Zhang Yi's figure again. He looked down at himself, and his chest was already bloody.

But that's all.

He was injured, but not to the extent of being seriously injured. With such an injury, relying on the tree god, he can recover in just a few minutes.

Zhang Yi was barely able to get started with the supernatural powers of cloud transformation, but the illusory state of defense constructed with this still offset 50% of the power of the attack!