I Hang Up In the Fantasy World

At this time, the space he was in was the fourth level of the sword realm forbidden area.

As soon as he came up, Zhang Yi hadn't used the token given to him by the elder Poxuan, and rashly entered the fifth level of the sword realm.

Facts have proved that this is indeed a wise choice, otherwise, without experience, he may be severely injured the moment he enters the fifth dimension, and lose the qualification for the first experience.

But even at the fourth heavy sword level, Zhang Yi couldn't relax at this time.

Because his opponent is the phantom formed by the esoteric art of the way of the sword left by the third generation of sword masters.

There is no doubt that this is one of the most difficult opponents in the fourth heavy sword realm. From the beginning, Zhang Yi's treatment was pulled to the top.

"Peng!"

In mid-air, the third-generation sword master dispatched again.

There was a killing intent emanating from the opponent, rendering the void into a blood-red color, and the scene of the mountain of corpses and the sea of ​​blood was ups and downs in it.

In Zhang Yi's eyes, the strong killing intent materialized, passing his eyes, shaking the sea of ​​consciousness.

Immediately, a bloody brilliance trembled, like a crescent moon, rushing towards Zhang Yi at a high speed.

The void it passes through has ripples of regular profound meaning, making the space slowly broken and difficult to heal.

At this moment, Zhang Yi calmed down and closed his eyes in the face of the threat.

He has a calm expression, but the silver sword soul in the depths of the sea of ​​consciousness is blooming with immeasurable brilliance at this moment.

A ray of brilliance formed a sword qi, condensed on the silver sword soul, and then suddenly burst out from between Zhang Yi's eyebrows, soared upwards, and confronted the bloody streamer with phantoms floating in the sea of ​​blood.

After perceiving the oppression and rules of the forbidden area of ​​the sword realm, Zhang Yi also confronted the enemy purely with the martial arts realm he had comprehended.

Only through the direct collision of the martial arts secrets can we discover the shortcomings and have room for improvement.

"Peng!"

The next moment, there was a big explosion in mid-air, and bloody fragments fell from the center, and Zhang Yi and the other party's figures were hit by regular fragments like raindrops.

At this moment, Zhang Yi's sea of ​​consciousness was tumbling, which made him subconsciously show a painful expression.

But under such circumstances, the phantom of the third-generation sword master seemed unaffected, he stepped forward again, drew his sword and slashed at Zhang Yi.

The battle continues.

Zhang Yi used the Xingshen Sword Art as the foundation of his swordsmanship, and confronted the opponent, but he still fell into a disadvantage.

He is far less proficient than the opponent in the use of rules, and there is a gap in understanding, and in the forbidden area of ​​the sword realm, these gaps are magnified countless times!

...

In a flash, half a day passed, and the battle was already over.

At this moment, Zhang Yi sat paralyzed on a boulder in a mountain range below, panting heavily.

At this time, there were no scars on his body, and his whole body was in a state of preference, only the sea of ​​consciousness was a bit heavily consumed.

If you look inside, you can still see dots of light floating on the sea surface.

Those gloomy lights scattered on the sea surface are the result of fighting with the third-generation sword master, and they are part of the opponent's martial arts secrets.

Although the battle was over, some martial arts mysteries remained in Zhang Yi's consciousness, which was the special feature of the Forbidden Land of Sword Realm.

As for the final result of this battle, Zhang Yi was defeated without any surprise.

It was still too early for Zhang Yi to face the phantom of the third-generation sword master from the very beginning.

"Hoo, hoo."

In the same place, Zhang Yi was panting heavily, his brows were a little tired, but his eyes were clear and transparent.

"Abandoning the gap between cultivation base and physical body, simply compete with the level of martial arts that you have comprehended, the rules and profound meanings, hone yourself in the fierce collision, and test the results. This is the role of the forbidden land of the sword realm."

"Here, I can collide with the martial arts of various masters, absorb the strengths of hundreds of schools, and integrate them into myself."

"Besides, due to the particularity of this place, it is far easier to demonstrate the profound meaning of the rules than in reality, and it can be preserved for a longer period of time."

"Here is my blessed land, which allows me to accumulate foundations after reaching the peak of the Four Heavens, and touch the barriers of realms more and more!"

Thinking of this in Zhang Yi's heart, his eyes became brighter and brighter.

It is also an effective way to fight against many powerful enemies and sharpen one's own martial arts.

Thinking of this, Zhang Yi sat cross-legged and began to run the Taixuan Sword Sutra to recover.

Although there were no scars on his body, the sea of ​​consciousness was consumed a lot, and his spiritual sense also declined slightly. Even the ups and downs of the gloomy light in it needed to be resolved by Zhang Yi.

In this way, after spending three full months, Zhang Yi finally dealt with the plight of the sea of ​​consciousness and readjusted his state.

Immediately, with a thought, he entered the fourth dimension again.

But this time, the opponent he faced was a domineering woman who practiced thunder.

Its offensive is swift and fierce, and the power it exudes is like the roar of thunder. Every move is full of tyrannical power, making it difficult to parry.

Lei Dao's overbearing profound meaning is vividly reflected in the hands of the woman.

This battle was equally difficult for Zhang Yi.

For the first 300 rounds, the two were evenly divided, each with their own offense and defense, but after 300 rounds, Zhang Yi steadily gained the upper hand.

Zhang Yi's swordsmanship became more and more fierce, and in the end, there was even a bloody aura spreading in He Yuan sword, staining the sword with blood.

That was part of the secrets that Zhang Yi came into contact with when confronting the third-generation sword master. At this time, Zhang Yi tried to integrate into his own swordsmanship.

In the 500th round, Zhang Yi won, Bloody cut off his head with a sword, and the opponent turned into black smoke and dissipated.

And his body was scorched black from the thunder.

At this time, Zhang Yi crossed his legs again, recovered his state, and was ready to enter the next round of sharpening.

The outside world, including several elite saints such as Ziqing, also poured into the sword realm forbidden area with the passage of time, in order to sharpen their own martial arts and prepare for the martial arts exchange meeting thirty years later.

However, compared with Zhang Yi, their performance was obviously weaker.

There was sword energy breaking through the mountain, piercing the hearts of the elite saints, causing them severe injuries, and they had to stop where they were and recuperate.

There are also flames burning, and the regular ripples seem to burn the saint to ashes.

There was also thunder falling, which exploded directly above the head, knocking everyone unconscious.

With such a tragic beginning, the forbidden area of ​​the sword realm showed a ferocious face, which made the elite saints fall into a predicament and it was difficult to break through.

...

Grinding in the forbidden area of ​​​​the sword realm, the years are like flowing water, gone forever.

In the blink of an eye, five years have passed.

At this time, Zhang Yi was fighting against the phantom of the second-generation sword master, and his sword energy was already extremely bright and solid.

Even the silver sword soul in the sea of ​​consciousness is more profound, and seems to be able to contain everything.

After five years of tempering, Zhang Yi has improved in martial arts.

His kendo is like pig iron on a calcining platform, forged into steel, becoming tougher and sharper, with surging sword intent contained in it.