I Hang Up In the Fantasy World

What?

Zhao Wushuang froze, warming up? Show mercy?

A feeling of absurdity suddenly rose in his heart.

In other words, his crazy attack before was just a warm-up in front of the man in front of him.

Has he not done his best yet?

What a joke!

Is this underestimating him?

A burst of anger suddenly burst out from Zhao Wushuang's heart.

The fighting spirit in Gao Yang's eyes quickly turned into indifference, and his face turned livid, Your Excellency is too arrogant.

Zhang Yi didn't answer, but whispered something in his heart.

Xiaocheng Sword Intent, open!

Above the boundless wasteland, the land is all red in color, giving people a sense of emptiness where the sky is high enough for birds to fly and the sea for fish to jump in.

And Zhang Yi stood in the void, holding Feihen's sword hilt tightly with his right hand, and his hair was blown back by the wind.

Sudden!

A sharp and incomparable momentum erupted from Zhang Yi.

The momentum of the sword disturbed the situation, soaring all the way up, as if it wanted to pierce the sky, combined with Zhang Yi's slender and straight body, suddenly the whole person seemed like a sword drawn out of its sheath, where the sword pointed, it was invincible!

Zhang Yi looked at Zhao Wushuang and smiled, Are you ready?

As these words came out in the wind, Zhang Yi took a stroll in the courtyard and walked towards Zhao Wushuang step by step. On the way, a sword qi swung out.

Danger!

Zhao Wushuang's pupils shrank. At this moment, Zhang Yi felt extremely dangerous.

His furnace-like heart also felt a chill at the moment.

It's not the winter wind that brings chills to the body, but a feeling that gushes out from the depths of my heart.

At this time, Zhang Yi's aura permeated, reminding Zhao Wushuang of a person.

Great Elder of the Spirit Sword Sect!

But that was a late stage martial artist, and the man in front of him was only in the middle stage...

Zhao Wushuang took a deep breath, knowing that the next thing was going to be dangerous.

Zhao Wushuang punched slowly, as if there was a thousand catties on it, and there was a flame burning on it, wrapping the fist in it.

Flame King Fist!

The pinnacle punch punched under the blessing of King Yan's core and spirit armor.

Peng!

The sword energy collided with the fist, and it exploded immediately. Under the huge movement, Zhao Wushuang flew back backwards, and blood appeared on the clenched fist.

Zhang Yi's face was calm, and he swung his sword again. The purple thunder flashed across the sky, and hit Zhao Wushuang's true essence shield again, breaking it.

No, this attack power is too high, it cannot be defended at all, and you need to use body skills to deal with it.

This thought flashed through Zhao Wushuang's mind, and when he moved, he disappeared without a trace.

Zhang Yi was extremely calm, stopped, turned around, and swung his sword sideways.

In the void in the distance, there was an explosion, and a figure appeared vaguely, and then disappeared.

Looking from a distance, one could only see Zhang Yi standing in the air, waving a sword aura from time to time, followed by the sound of explosions.

Crushing, being completely crushed, there is no room for a counterattack, just like a cat playing with a mouse.

...

My God, it's so crazy! What did I see! The Great Elder of the Great Yanzong was completely suppressed!

In Beiling Country, Zhao Wushuang's strength can rank among the top three!

Someone stood there stiffly, with an expression of disbelief on his face, muttering to himself.

How can this king have an intersection with such warriors?

With such strength, even if Zheng Yuan was present, he would have to kneel down. How could they recruit such a master?

...

At the Spirit Sword Gate, the man who had kept calm all this time was also frowning at this moment.

Both of them are middle-stage cultivators, but Zhao Wushuang was hanged and beaten. This man has such strong sword intent.

Even if it's not Xiaocheng's sword intent, it's definitely not far away. Why haven't I heard of such a character before?

I have to report to the Great Elder. He thought to himself.

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Zhang enshrines such a strong strength.

Fang Lin's eyes widened, and he looked at Zhao Wushuang in disbelief, and whispered.

That's right, with such strength, I'm afraid they can even enter the ranking list. Zheng Jian said from the side.

It's time to end. Zhang Yi murmured.

Then a flash of lightning flashed in Zhang Yi's eyes.

Outside, the sky suddenly darkened, as if dark clouds were gathering.

There!

Zhang Yi turned around fiercely, swung his sword, and the bright sword light streaked across the sky, slashing towards a void.

Thunder Sword Art: Lightning Slash!

In the dark clouds, there seemed to be lightning jumping.

Then, there was thunder in the ears.

And after the thunder, a bolt of lightning struck straight down from the dark clouds.

The purple lightning struck straight down, just hitting the sharp sword light passing through the air.

Then the sword glow changed from white to dark purple, as if it completely absorbed the falling lightning, and a wave of destruction spread out from it.

not good!

Seeing this mighty blow, Zhao Wushuang was startled, and quickly mobilized his true energy to defend.

The crimson true essence spurted out, solidified in front of Zhao Wushuang, and turned into a thick dark brown wall, blocking the sword light.

However, before Zhao Wushuang breathed a sigh of relief, he was horrified to see that, like a hot knife cutting butter, the purple sword light rushed out of the thick wall without a trace of stagnation, and came straight towards him.

The shadow of death surrounds the whole body.

At the critical moment, Zhao Wushuang's eyes turned red, he shouted loudly, and urged the spirit armor with all his strength to make it emit a fiery light, trying to stop the blow.

Peng!

The moment the purple sword light touched the Yanwang Lingkai.

Zhao Wushuang's face showed horror, he looked at the sword light on his chest, and then his pupils shrank, feeling desperate.

A crack suddenly appeared in the spirit armor at the position where the sword light slashed.

Then the sword glow deepened, and the crack gradually expanded.

After holding on for a few breaths, the spirit armor on Zhao Wushuang's body suddenly shattered, turning into countless fragments and falling to the ground.

The surrounding air also vibrated slightly.

At Zhao Wushuang's position, a violent force exploded.

There are shock waves visible to the naked eye hitting in all directions.

Under the gaze of countless eyes, Zhang Yi's face was calm, and he swung his sword, and the sword struck Zhao Wushuang's chest with a heavy slash.

That ray of sword light pierced through all the defenses like a shock, and landed directly on Zhao Wushuang's chest.

In the sound of the explosion, Zhao Wushuang's chest collapsed instantly, and his body flew upside down, like half of a kite with a broken string, falling straight from the air towards the ground far away.

With the sound of Peng, Zhao Wushuang fell to the ground, bringing up smoke and dust all over the sky.

The four fields are silent.