I Hang Up In the Fantasy World

The broken world.

As Zhang Yi raised his hand and snapped his fingers, a figure gradually emerged in the air.

This is the third person besides Zhang Yi and Dark Zhang Yi.

The immortal style and simple Taoist robe, the Taoist priest who awakened Zhang Yi before.

"This world is built by honing my state of mind after all. From the very beginning, my state in the real world was the core. So as soon as I encounter danger, the system's safety mechanism will be activated."

Having said this, Zhang Yi paused and said with a smile.

"Sorry, I will trouble you to pick one out next. Although this is a bit unfair, as I firmly believe, the process is not important, the result is the key."

Dark Zhang Yi clasped his hands tightly, already aware of the problem.

"It turns out that this is your method. It's no wonder that you are acting confidently, or should you say that this tricky approach is really the other side of me."

Dark Zhang Yi sighed.

Immediately, he converged some of his lost emotions and restored his calm face.

Seeing him gripped in the void, he manifested the Heavenly Sun Spear, and a vast and majestic sun energy immediately radiated from the tip of the spear.

"Although I will definitely lose, it is not my choice to leave the game in embarrassment. Since the curtain is about to end, let me write the last gorgeous movement."

Dark Zhang Yi looked at Zhang Yi, and the corners of his mouth curled up again.

Then, he stabbed with a gun and went forward!

Zhang Yi calmly watched this scene, and didn't keep his hands in the slightest.

The power of Arcana weapons can only be resisted by Arcana weapons.

He also summoned the Heavenly Sun Spear to drive this saint-level weapon in a way that surpassed the limits of his body!

The three of them immediately started a battle of life and death.

Waves of energy storms were generated from the center of engagement, and then went to cover all directions.

Zhang Yi is almost certain.

The power level of this battle is already his peak state in the Heavenly Realm period.

Because he was driving this Tianyang gun beyond the limit at the cost of his life, and in the real world, it was obviously impossible to fight at such an extreme.

Therefore, in this battle, he has reached the limit of the heavenly realm!

Even Zhang Yi's body is a bit uncomfortable, that is due to the limited space he touched after his extreme combat power!

And to break the limitations of this space, only the power of the saint level.

Zhang Yi and the dark Zhang Yi fight, and the two sides are still equally divided.

However, the addition of Taoist priests who had transformed the system protection mechanism made the battle leaning towards Zhang Yi for the first time.

Zhang Yi slowly occupied the upper side, and then the advantage of the upper hand became more and more obvious.

The other party has no chance, and the living space is constantly being compressed.

At a certain moment, Zhang Yi and Dark Zhang Yi were tacitly transformed into two streams of light colliding with each other.

In just seven or eight seconds, the two streamers have fought hundreds of times.

Then, the two streamers passed by, and each landed on the ground.

Zhang Yi stood with his back to each other, silent, but the Taoist priest dissipated.

The end of this battle has appeared. With both sides getting 50 points each, Zhang Yi, who received extra help, won the final victory.

"puff!"

Standing on the spot for a while, Dark Zhang Yi vomited a mouthful of blood. He could no longer support his injuries and knelt down on one knee.

But Zhang Yi turned to look at the dark Zhang Yi, and said calmly.

"you lose."

"I lost."

Dark Zhang Yi admitted frankly, and then he smiled and said, "Congratulations."

"It seems that you are slightly better."

"But people's desires are endless. Although I lose, one day, if I seize the opportunity, I will make a comeback. When you fall, you have to be careful, because I will be more difficult than now."

"maybe."

"But even then, you still don't have any chance."

Zhang Yi said calmly.

Dark Zhang Yi didn't refute, he just looked up and looked around with some pity on his face. After a few seconds of silence, he finally murmured.

"Where can you go? I'm really looking forward to it."

"Although I hate you very much, you and I are of the same origin after all. If you behave badly afterwards, my face will be dull."

After speaking, Dark Zhang Yi lowered his head.

His concept of life has dissipated, and a trace of darkness dissipated from his body, annihilated between heaven and earth, that was Zhang Yi's infinitely swelling desire.

Soon, this dark breath dissipated, leaving only a pure black breath.

This is the initial form of desire.

This initial desire trembled slightly, and he took the initiative to find Zhang Yi, and then slipped into his shadow and disappeared.

Only then did Zhang Yi feel that he was perfect.

"Desire is the nature of human beings, and this cannot be denied."

Zhang Yi looked up at the sky and murmured.

At this time, with the end of everything, this broken world ceased to be destroyed, with light projected from the endless heights, reprojecting the light to the spiritual realm.

As the gods descended on blessings, the world was once again shrouded in light, and the gentle aura surrounded everything.

However, when there is light, there is darkness.

Where no one knows, there is a new breeding of darkness.

What Zhang Yi has to do is to balance the relationship between the two parties and keep it within a reasonable range. In this way, he is the true self.

Zhang Yi spread his hands, feeling the light between the world and the earth, and the corners of his mouth curled up.

His body gradually dissipated and turned into light particles scattered on the mountains and rivers, among the vast rivers by the wind.

The test of the illusion is over, and he is about to return to the real world!

...

Reality.

Luoyun Peak, a place of closed chambers.

In the void three feet above the ground, only a figure was seen sitting cross-legged in the air.

There is no real element fluctuation in his whole body, but faintly, it seems that there is a kind of spiritual pressure shrouded in the surroundings.

This made a form of invisible protection around him, and even the spiritual energy around him could not flow in.

I don't know how long this state lasted. Zhang Yi, who was immutable like a stone, finally trembled slightly, and then his closed eyes slowly opened.

The moment his eyes opened, there was an air of vicissitudes in the black pupils, which was the precipitation of countless years of illusion.

But then, the breath of vicissitudes disappeared, and the breath of confidence and youth reappeared in his eyes.

A man is a boy to death.

Even though Zhang Yi has experienced so much, he is still unwilling to face the future life with an old mentality.

Afterwards, Zhang Yi carefully examined his own changes, and the joy in his eyes gradually became rich.

Zhang Yi only felt that his mind was clear, white and flawless at this time, as if he was reborn. There was a pure feeling, and even his thinking seemed to be more agile and clear.

In the depths of his soul, there was light at this time, and he seemed to be cheering and having a free body.

After defeating the dark Zhang Yi and absorbing his own original desire, his mind has completed sublimation and achieved a leap forward on the spiritual level.

"The test of perfect sword intent has finally passed."

Zhang Yi couldn't help grinning, then looked at the property panel.

At this time, the ten percent sword intent was clearly recorded on it.

But in his mind, the sword intent was trembling, and it was perfectly unified, and all kinds of sword intent mysteries appeared in the sea of ​​consciousness, without a trace of defect.

With Zhang Yi's thoughts moving, as the invisible fluctuations dispersed, the space around him suddenly appeared dots of light.

If you look closely, you will find that the light that fills the void is a small dagger!

In a single thought, endless sword lights emerged, showing their sharp edges, but they were able to send and receive freely.

"Is this the realm of perfect sword intent, but there is a relaxed, casual, light-lifting feeling."

Zhang Yi whispered, then stroked his chin, thoughtfully.

"In other words, with my current understanding of sword intent, if I want to, I can recruit kendo disciples and teach them carefully, without worrying about any mistakes."

Of course, Zhang Yi just thought about it and would never do it.

Before reaching the peak, Zhang Yi still prefers to walk alone, otherwise it will inevitably drag him a little.

After thinking for a while, Zhang Yi fell from the void and stood on the ground of the secret room.

"Consummation of sword intent is the end of artistic conception, but it is also a new starting point."

"At this point, I can start to condense my martial soul."

Wuhun is a manifestation of a martial artist's will to martial arts, as well as a manifestation of his own path.

For a swordsman, his martial will is the sword! Wuhun is the sword soul!

And when the sword soul is truly condensed and successful, it will have the foundation that can bridge the sage gap.

Possessing martial souls, the true essence turns from a lake to an ocean, which is the level of the saint.

At this time, above the sea of ​​Zhang Yi's consciousness, there was a bright light flickering.

That is the phantom of a long sword without any defects after he completes his sword intent.

At this time, this long sword still looked illusory, and Zhang Yi needed to condense it before it could truly transform into a sword soul.

"From the transformation of sword intent to sword soul, my current spiritual level should be up to the standard, but if I want to condense the sword soul, I still need a huge amount of will to integrate into the long sword."

"Due to the improvement of the spiritual level, my will has also strengthened a lot. I don't know how much I can consolidate the illusion long sword?"

"Never mind, play wild while it's hot, let's try it out now, feel the difficulty of the condensed sword soul, and understand why this step can stop so many celestial martial artists."

As Zhang Yi thought, his mind moved.

And within the sea of ​​consciousness, with Zhang Yi's thoughts, a huge wave suddenly set off.

The point of light with emptiness of will rises from all sides of the sea of ​​consciousness, like stars shining.

Then, the countless stars flocked to the illusory long sword floating in the air.

Silver stars poured into this illusory sword body, and the sword body suddenly trembled, with a faint silver light flashing on the surface, which seemed to become more solid.

Zhang Yi calmly watched this scene and stepped up his efforts to merge consciousness.

Suddenly, countless points of will light continuously merged into this illusory long sword.

After absorbing these many consciousnesses, the power of the illusory long sword has grown more and more. From time to time, a sharp sword intent is vented from the sword, stirring the sea of ​​consciousness endlessly.

Soon, the total amount of will in the Sea of ​​Consciousness was swallowed up by this illusory long sword.

Seeing this, Zhang Yi couldn't help but smack his tongue secretly.

If it hadn't been for the total amount of his will that had been strengthened because of this test, he was afraid that he would be swallowed up if he couldn't hold on for an hour.

Even now, after three hours of unscrupulous swallowing, the will stored in the sea of ​​consciousness is exhausted.

But despite this, Zhang Yi is very satisfied at this time, because the harvest is huge!

The sea of ​​consciousness has returned to calm, and the sea is calm.

On top of it, the illusory long sword has expanded by about 30%, and the sword body has a silver radiance, which looks much clearer.

And inside this silver long sword, there is an extremely strong sword intent that is condensed and restrained.

As the owner of the silver long sword, Zhang Yi could clearly feel the gap between this silver long sword and the previous one.

Vaillant is about 50% more tyrannical than before!

The consummation of sword intent had reached its limit, but at this time, Zhang Yi made progress again.

Because the sword intent is integrated into the tempering of will, it means that it is transforming to the sword soul, so its power will be improved.

As he said, this is a new beginning, and Zhang Yi is already on this path.

"The artistic conception is invisible, it is a mystery of heaven and earth, and it is also a kind of knowledge."

"However, at this time, I am using the tempering of will to try to pull this intangible and intangible artistic conception from the illusion into the real world."

Zhang Yi took a deep breath and felt a sense of awe.

What kind of creativity did the ancestors have to create such a practice system?

"Um……"

"Since I have already begun to walk on the road of the condensed sword soul, it is not very good to call it the illusory long sword."

"The current state, or just call it the prototype of the sword soul."

After thinking for a while, Zhang Yi had a certainty for his kendo realm, and then he was a little bit distressed.

"But judging from the current progress of the Condensed Sword Soul, the difference is not a little bit worse."

"With the scale of my sea of ​​consciousness, if I count on him to produce enough willpower, even if he is dead, he will not be able to completely condense the soul of the sword. It is no wonder that so many Great Perfection in the heavens are stuck in this step."

"It seems that unless there is another chance, you still have to rely on practice points to pile up."

On the land of the star realm, there are some old monsters who can't escape from the world and practice with great concentration.

Their only goal is to condense their own martial soul ~www.wuxiamtl.com~ so as to break into the Saint Realm.

However, at least in Zhang Yi's current two hundred years, he has not seen anyone break through the Saint Realm.

Without exception, they are stuck in this step.

In this way, one can imagine how difficult it is to condense a martial soul.

It can be said that Wuhun is the pass to the saint!

After thinking about it, Zhang Yi withdrew his mind.

"Forget it, I don't want to be that far. For now, I will first raise my cultivation base to the Great Perfection in the Heaven Realm."

Afterwards, Zhang Yi left the customs for a period of time to relax and rest.

Three months later, he went into the secret room again and began to retreat again.

Sword Intent has been accomplished, now is the time to accumulate practice points to hit the Great Perfection!

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