I Hang Up In the Fantasy World

At this time, the morning glow is born, dispelling the tail of the night, and shining the warm light to the earth.

And the huge sword mountain became boiling in an instant, because today is the moment when the top forces of all parties are wrestling, and the elite saints of the eight major forces gathered together.

It can be said that everyone who participated in the martial arts exchange meeting is a leader in the violent sea area!

And in this grand event of the highest standard, who among the elite saints will stand out? At this point no one knows.

But there is no doubt that there are countless eyes projected from all over the violent sea area.

Because those who can still stand out in this level of confrontation are very likely to grow up in the future, that is, the sixth-level heavenly saints, and even in history, there are many masters of power who have also stood out from them .

Therefore, the result of this grand meeting is also a test of the potential of the elite saints of all forces. Will they stand out from the crowd, or still stand out from the crowd?

At this time, Zhang Yi tidied up his messy black hair in a pavilion in Yifeng's Shifu.

He wore a white Taoist robe with a sharp long sword carved on his chest. This was the official swordsman attire of the Saint of Asking Sword Mountain.

Zhang Yi doesn't often wear them on weekdays, but this time the opponents who need to fight are the other seven forces. Zhang Yi's trip can be said to represent Wenjian Mountain, so it must be more formal.

The close-fitting sword robe reflected Zhang Yi's slender body, and the calmness in the black eyes brought people a sense of peace of mind, but once he got angry, the sword energy would burst out and be sharp and compelling.

"not bad."

Zhang Yi looked down, commented calmly, and then turned into a rainbow light, and swept towards Jianshan.

A Martial Arts Square on the east side of Jianshan Mountain is already quite lively at this time, and in the center of the square, the most eye-catching thing is undoubtedly a blue boat with a size of more than a thousand meters.

This is the divine speed spirit boat, and it is a treasure of speed! It is also a collection in the treasure house of Asking Sword Mountain.

Although its rank is the first level of heavy treasure, its power can only be compared to ordinary treasures. The only thing that stands out is its unparalleled speed.

If it is pushed with all its strength, this divinely fast spirit boat can break through the void and carry a group of saints to fly in the depths of the space. Its speed is so fast that it can cross the entire twenty-eight counties of Wenjian Mountain in one day.

You know, the martial arts exchange meeting was held on a fragmented continent.

The space where it is located is in another dimension, attached to the space barrier of reality, and cannot be approached by ordinary means. It must be driven in the depths of the void to successfully arrive.

Therefore, Zhang Yi and the other five people need to take this fast flying boat to their destination later.

And the master at the helm of the flying boat is naturally the Qingfeng swordsman who has stepped into the realm of the sixth heavenly saint.

"Brother Zhang!"

Just when Zhang Yi's figure landed on this boundary, a voice suddenly came from his ear.

Zhang Yi looked up and found that the person who made the noise was Li Wenxiu, Ghost Sword.

In addition to him, there are Swift Sword Ziqing, the elite saint Meng Chong, and a huge man with a physique of 3.4 meters.

The man's upper body was naked and his muscles were bulging. From a distance, he looked like a giant.

The top forces of all parties have a total of five quotas, and Zhang Yi knows that they are the other four.

"Ghost Sword Li Wenxiu, Swift Sword Ziqing, and Meng Chong, they all seem to be acquaintances."

"And the only one I haven't had any specific contact with is that blood madman."

Zhang Yi couldn't help but whisper in his heart.

Blood madness is the name of that extremely burly man.

Although the opponent's cultivation base can reach the middle stage of the fourth heaven, he is a blood saint.

It has the blood power of the Moon Devouring Lion in its body, so its combat power cannot be underestimated.

Of course, according to the original order, this blood mad Taoist was not eligible to participate, but was in sixth place.

However, because Sun Feng, who was the second overall pick, was quietly beheaded by Zhang Yi in Wucheng, a vacant seat appeared, which made the other party eligible to participate in the martial arts exchange meeting by chance.

"Sorry, I'm late."

Zhang Yi smiled at the four of them, and without hesitation, he landed in front of the four of them in a flash.

Afterwards, Li Wenxiu and Ziqing moved closer to each other, as for Xue Kuang and Meng Chong, their faces remained unmoved.

"Brother Zhang, ever since you eliminated Meng Chong in the Earth Emperor Sword, it's convenient for you to take a deep breath and escape to experience in the violent sea area."

"Unexpectedly, the opponent's cultivation has indeed improved, and he is also qualified to participate in the martial arts exchange meeting."

"After entering the Fragment Continent, Brother Zhang is afraid to pay more attention."

Zhang Yi stabilized his figure, and heard Li Wenxiu's voice transmission, he smiled again, but didn't say much.

How could Zhang Yi take the person he defeated before in his heart.

If the other party really did something out of the ordinary, it would be the Jushi Thunder method.

Anyway, in the Fragmented Continent, the outside world cannot peek into it, unlike the Dihuang Sword, who can be seen by the outside world when doing certain things.

"Although they are both in the same forces of Wenjian Mountain, if they provoke me, they will definitely be killed."

Dangerous light flashed in Zhang Yi's eyes, and he murmured in his heart.

Immediately, the five of them waited for a while, and then a breeze came slowly, and it was the fifth elder, Qingfeng Swordsman.

In an instant, with the appearance of Qingfeng Swordsman, the entire space fluctuated like a breeze, sinking and floating at his feet with the opponent as the center.

The surrounding atmosphere changed from hustle and bustle to silence, and Zhang Yi and the other five also calmed down.

Seeing the surroundings were quiet, Qingfeng Swordsman nodded slightly, looked at Zhang Yi and the others and said calmly.

"In this martial arts exchange meeting, the five of you represent the forces of Wenjian Mountain."

"In the Fragment Continent, your performance must not humiliate your identity as a swordsman."

"Yes, Elder Qingfeng." Zhang Yi and the others responded with clasped fists.

"Very well, the time is almost up, let's talk about the extra words on the road."

"Enter the Divine Speed ​​Spirit Boat, we will set off immediately."

As Qingfeng Swordsman said, he raised his hand and waved it suddenly, and the infinite sword array covering the edge of the flying boat suddenly dissipated, and appeared straight in front of Zhang Yi.

And Zhang Yi didn't delay, he and the four of them looked at each other, and turned into a ray of light and swept into it, and found a room to settle down.

"very good."

"Let's set off now."

Qingfeng Swordsman smiled, and his figure also moved, landed on the dragon's head of the speed boat, and then slammed it down with a palm.

Immediately, a massive amount of real energy surged out like a mountain torrent, pouring into the core of the divine speed spirit boat.

Then, the entire body of the Divine Speed ​​Spirit Boat began to show patterns of formations, causing the space to distort.

"Boom!"

Ripples appeared in the space like the surface of water, and then the speedy spirit boat suddenly burst into bright light and disappeared in place.