I Hang Up In the Fantasy World

In a flash, several months passed.

Since the end of the Martial Arts Festival, many saints have no longer been active at this time, but returned to their respective residences, preparing for retreat, and want to use the rewarded martial arts resources to go further.

And elite saints like Ghost Sword Li Wenxiu, Swift Sword Ziqing, etc., they are the pinnacles of the three heavens with deep foundations, and at this time after the end of the martial arts festival, they have obtained rewarded martial arts resources.

According to the original plan, they began to attack the realm of the fourth heavenly saint, hoping to keep pace with each other and catch up with Zhang Yi's realm.

For a while, everyone fell silent, and Jianshan, which was bustling with people, felt a rare sense of loneliness.

As for Zhang Yi, he has been sitting cross-legged on the sixth floor of the attic of the classics during the past few months, rushing into the bright river with his divine sense, looking for his favorite martial arts great supernatural power.

At this time, after a long search, he finally found something among the many ancient books in the vast river.

"I found it, the best martial arts supernatural power for me!"

At this time, Zhang Yi, the miniature version of Zhang Yi's divine sense, was standing in the vast starry sky. He looked to the side and far away. There, there was a comet trailing a flame tail, coming through the sky, heading in his direction across.

Before it was approaching, Zhang Yi felt a feeling that his spiritual body was about to be pierced. The sharp sword energy contained in it contained the sharpest sword intent, which Zhang Yi had never seen in his life!

And at the place where this comet passed by, the rest of the streamers also retreated one after another, not daring to follow, as if they were afraid.

Seeing this scene, Zhang Yi's eyes suddenly flashed a fiery color.

"This must be a top-notch swordsmanship! Even the sword soul in my sea of ​​consciousness trembles slightly."

"You are the one!"

Zhang Yi's eyes were hot, and he couldn't help showing a smile on his face.

When he raised his hand, he transformed into a Martial Dao handprint, covering the comet, trying to grasp this supernatural power.

But Zhang Yi's transformed palm had just landed and grabbed the comet.

The next moment, a sharp sword intent erupted inside the comet, directly piercing through his palm transformed by spiritual power.

"snort."

Zhang Yi couldn't help but let out a muffled snort when his mental strength was destroyed, the transformed villain was a little illusory.

"What an astonishing sword power, it seems that it can break through everything and go straight to the Nine Heavens."

After a missed blow, the fire in Zhang Yi's eyes subsided, and his eyes became calm, but the desire in his eyes was even more intense.

The secret magical powers that have reached such a level all have a bit of spirituality. The saints choose the magical powers, but why isn't the magical powers also choosing the right master?

The more difficult and tricky martial arts supernatural powers are to Zhang Yi, the more challenging and sure the value is, because the more intense the resistance, the more it shows how extraordinary this sword dao supernatural power is.

"What is the use of supernatural powers that every saint can cultivate?"

"Since you want to choose an elective, you must naturally practice something different."

Zhang Yi whispered in his heart.

He watched the comet come from the empty starry sky, and it was getting closer and closer to him. Zhang Yishen took a closer look and made a second shot.

"Splitting Sky Sword!"

I saw Zhang Yi's right hand, with an illusory flying sword appearing from the void, held in his hand, it was the projection of the splitting sword in the true essence lake.

This place is Brilliant Long Hanoi, which is constructed by the spirituality of many supernatural powers and cheats. It does not exist in reality, so the body of the Split Sky Sword cannot appear here, and even Zhang Yi stepped into it spiritually.

At this time, he summoned the projection of the Sky Splitting Sword, and with a twist of his wrist, the sword energy was aroused, criss-crossing in the starry sky.

At this time, Zhang Yi used his defensive form of the cloud-transforming technique of swordsmanship.

Sword lights like white clouds criss-crossed and spread across the starry sky, and finally, under Zhang Yi's will, a light curtain constructed of infinite sword lights was constructed.

Seen from a distance, the sword lights criss-crossed, like a white spider web without gaps, blocking the direction of the comet.

"boom!"

The comet came with its flame tail and roared in all directions.

The edge of the sword is even more powerful, and even the empty starry sky seems to be assimilated in the place it passed by, turning into a part of the sword.

In the end, the comet came crashing at an unabated speed, crashed down, and hit the center of the spider web constructed by the supernatural cloud.

At this moment, even the bright river in mid-air on the sixth floor of the attic of classics moved slightly.

In it, Zhang Yi's villain, condensed by spiritual power, was half illusory. There seemed to be a deafening explosion on the spiritual level, which made his consciousness fly, and his thoughts were almost fragmented.

After finally stabilizing his figure, Zhang Yi quickly took a look.

I saw the white cloud spider web constructed by the technique of cloud transformation, and at the center, Muran set off a shock wave, stirring the entire sea of ​​clouds upside down.

The entire cloud layer was turbulent, scattered in all directions, and became much weaker visible to the naked eye.

In the center of the sea of ​​clouds, where the comet hit, sword gas turned into flames and burned continuously, trying to burn through the thick clouds.

Zhang Yi's interception method paid a great price.

But his attack was not in vain. Under the spider web barrier formed by the sea of ​​clouds, he finally stopped the comet temporarily and stopped it.

But this is only the first step, and it is far from over.

The brilliance of this comet was still dazzling. Although the road ahead was blocked, the momentum remained undiminished, and it still possessed a strong kinetic energy. For a while, the two stalemate.

"I'll see how long you can last!"

Zhang Yi's expression froze, he opened his right hand, and the Sky Splitting Sword flew out immediately, rushing into the sea of ​​clouds, endowing it with stronger power.

And Zhang Yi's body, who was sitting cross-legged on the sixth floor, also had a sea of ​​consciousness boiling at this moment, with waves of strong spiritual power rushing into the bright river, giving him the capital to fight for a long time.

At this time, the competition is who can't stand it first.

If Zhang Yi missed and the center of the sea of ​​clouds was finally pierced, he could only watch helplessly as this comet of swordsmanship slipped away from him.

And if the comet's sword power is exhausted first, its kinetic energy returns to zero, and it stagnates in the starry sky, then it's Zhang Yi's turn to flex his muscles and subdue this magical power.

In the long river of brilliance, for a while, the two were at a stalemate.

In this void, the breath of swordsmanship permeated wantonly, and there was no streamer meteorite passing by for thousands of miles, and they all avoided this place of contention on their own.

"Boom boom boom!"

The rumbling sound continued to explode, and in the tug of the two, the spiritual power stored in Zhang Yi's sea of ​​consciousness was also being consumed rapidly.

That is to say, in just a quarter of an hour, 20% was wasted.

"It's no wonder that only middle-level saints who have stepped into the fourth heaven can initially practice great supernatural powers."

"I see."

"If an ordinary saint of the third level is here, I am afraid that by now, the spiritual power in the sea of ​​consciousness has been exhausted."

Zhang Yi was thinking in his heart.

At this time, he was still calm and not too impatient.

After all, although he has just entered the fourth heaven, his mental strength is no less than that of the peak of the fourth heaven.

Under such circumstances, another quarter of an hour had passed, and Zhang Yi's mental strength had been consumed by 60%.

Up to now, even he felt a little tired.

At this moment, Zhang Yi frowned slightly.

"It's not right, my mental strength is more than twice that of a normal quadruple heaven."

"The loss of about 60% has exceeded the range that the fourth heavenly saint can bear."

"Is this top-level kendo supernatural power so difficult to capture?"

"If it continues like this, it feels like a bottomless pit, and I may not be able to hold on."

Zhang Yi felt a little bad.

A gleam flashed in his eyes, and he landed on the comet that was still trapped by the sea of ​​clouds in front of him.

Through the outer wall of the comet where the radiance of swordsmanship flows, he can see that there is a cloud of purple light in its inner core.

The purple light was spinning like a storm, exuding astonishing power fluctuations.

"Is it too difficult to accept the top supernatural powers with the cultivation base of the fourth heaven?"

"If I lower my requirements and seek a high-level supernatural power, I think it will not be a big problem."

Zhang Yi frowned and pondered, unwilling to give up this top-notch swordsmanship that was right in front of him.

"Such level of supernatural powers and secret arts have some spirituality. If a saint chooses supernatural powers, it is also considered that supernatural powers choose the right master."

"It would be great if I could take the initiative to make this swordsmanship supernatural power agree with me."

Zhang Yi sighed in his heart, a little helpless.

But at the next moment, he was suddenly stunned, as if he had thought of something, and there was brilliance in his eyes.

"Closing against a tree, if you face a promising saint, even if you have top-notch supernatural powers, you can't resist it, so you will obediently obey..."

Zhang Yi thought, the corners of his mouth slowly raised, and he thought of a solution.

I saw him close his eyes, his mind was silent, and a ray of imprint deep in the core of his soul emerged.

That was the original imprint of the astral world, and it was proof that Zhang Yi was the master of the astral world.

At this time, Zhang Yi revealed a trace of the breath of the astral world and sent it into the comet ahead.

Suddenly, a surprise happened!

I saw that the comet that was in a stalemate with the sea of ​​clouds seemed to be stimulated by something, and suddenly released the brilliance of the sword, and the dazzling brilliance illuminated the starry sky in all directions.

And the entire sea of ​​clouds constructed by Zhang Yi suddenly exploded under the power of the sword, and instantly turned into nothingness.

So far, Zhang Yi's spider web to intercept the comet has failed, and he has no way to stop it.

In mid-air, Zhang Yi raised his heart. He stared at the place where the comet was, extremely nervous.

Can his move be successful, and can he be recognized by this magical power of swordsmanship?

If the original breath of the world still fails to attract the opponent, then he has failed.

In the round, he could only miss the top swordsmanship, so he chose a high-level supernatural power.

"call."

Suddenly, Zhang Yi's eyes moved, he let out a breath, his brows relaxed, and the corners of his eyes were a little more happy.

"It worked."

Under the starry sky, I only heard him muttering.

Looking from a distance, I saw that central area, that radiant comet scattered like a round of scorching sun, exuding endless brilliance of swordsmanship.

Immediately at a certain moment, the comet suddenly withdrew all its sword power, suspended in the starry sky without moving, and remained motionless, like an ordinary meteorite.

The sense of repulsion and pressure that Zhang Yi felt was finally gone at this time.

"It worked."

"With the blessing of being the Lord of the World, I have obtained the approval of this supernatural power, and I can practice this top-notch supernatural power in the early days of the fourth heaven!"

Zhang Yi couldn't help showing a smile on his face.

Any one of the top supernatural powers is extremely precious, even for the saints of the sixth heaven, it can also be counted as a hole card!

Zhang Yi has searched for several months in this bright river, among which there are countless supernatural powers, but Zhang Yi has only discovered two before reaching the top level.

And at this time, this third top-notch supernatural power will become his possession!

Therefore, Zhang Yi had a smile on his face, and couldn't help being overjoyed.

"Come on, let me see what kind of supernatural power it is!"

A flash of light flashed across Zhang Yi's eyes, and he slammed his palm down in the air, and he landed on the outer wall of the comet with great force.

And after restraining all the power and influence, the barrier on the outer wall naturally couldn't stop Zhang Yi.

After he dropped his palm, the comet exploded directly, and the light was overflowing. Zhang Yi probed again, directly stretched in, and grabbed the hazy purple brilliance.

"Chi Chi Chi!"

Zhang Yi grasped the purple Guanghua with his palm, and suddenly a thunder exploded, exploding in his hand.

"It seems to be the Thunder of Nine Heavens?"

"But since this supernatural power of the sword has already recognized me, what's the use of blocking it now?"

Zhang Yi chuckled, and the power in his body suddenly exploded.

He clenched his right hand suddenly, obliterating all the lightning in his palm, and then he opened his palm again and looked over.

This is a bamboo slip, the whole body is purple. After Zhang Yi opened his palm, the bamboo slip suddenly enlarged to the size of three palms.

"It seems to be made of the Thunder Heaven Divine Bamboo that has been in existence for more than ten thousand years, and it is used to carry this supernatural power of swordsmanship. No wonder there will be thunder light."

The light in Zhang Yi's eyes flowed, he looked at the bamboo slip in his hand, and nodded.

For the value of the bamboo slips alone, Zhang Yi is probably comparable to a treasure, and the supernatural powers he carries are naturally exciting.

Holding the bamboo slips in Zhang Yi's hands, he didn't go to explore the bright river anymore. He turned around and turned into a stream of light and swept out.

...

On the sixth floor of the ancient attic, Zhang Yi sat cross-legged.

Up to now, his figure has not moved the slightest for several months.

Fortunately, no one came in and out of the sixth floor, so Zhang Yi could project his spiritual thoughts with confidence.

At this time, in the corner of the bright river in mid-air, a spot of light suddenly fell, and finally broke away and sank into the center of Zhang Yi's eyebrows.

But Zhang Yi's tightly closed eyes suddenly moved their eyelashes slightly, and slowly opened them, and the black pupils were full of spirit.

"It finally worked."

Zhang Yi murmured, his heart moved, his right hand opened, and a scroll of purple bamboo slips fell into his hand.

Zhang Yi slowly rubbed the surface of the bamboo slips with his right hand, feeling a piercing sharpness, he couldn't help but smile.

"A top-level supernatural power in the way of swords, just fell into my family."

"Now, let me see who is so sacred, don't disappoint my hard work..."

As Zhang Yi said, he threw his right hand upwards, and the purple bamboo slips suddenly floated three feet above his head.

Then, Zhang Yi closed his eyes again, and his divine sense rushed into the bamboo slips.