The moment Zhulong swung the sword, Han Baiyi understood the gap in their absolute strength.
Although the sudden increase in power of the inspiration point made him mentally unbalanced for a moment, after he died once and then immediately returned with the timeline, he deeply understood a truth with his life.
Reckless does not mean reckless.
In addition, the body's endurance, as well as the signs of cracks in muscles, bones and skin, made him understand that his body could not withstand this complete transformation.
In other words, he did not have time to complete the process of "suffering pain and slowly transforming and perfecting his body".
In this case, Han Baiyi can only put the promotion of krypton gold...in other aspects.
After fumbling around on the system panel for a long time, Han Baiyi ignored a series of physical abilities such as Xianfengji Boxing and Wei Mingryu's swordsmanship, and turned his attention to the two natural abilities of [Thunder] and [Between Stillness].
The limitations of physical skills are obvious. Facing a huge opponent like Zhulong, unless Han Baiyi keeps improving his physical fitness and reaches the monster level, he can hope to kill Zhulong head-on.
However, just by looking at the blow that broke the sound barrier with a sword of tens of meters, you can tell how high the level of this 'monster' is.
At least, Han Baiyi is out of reach now.
Until the end, Han Baiyi suddenly remembered the scene where he and Feng lived in a black and white world, and the black dragon broke into pieces when it hit him head-on.
Therefore, Han Baiyi did not hesitate to spend his last two potential points on [Standstill].
If the potential point is used for the first time, it is to change a skill from "no" to "have".
The second use of the potential point is to allow it to complete the first qualitative change.
As the two potential points were used up, [Between Stillness], which was originally black like other skill fonts, first changed from black to blue, and then turned to red.
Memories suddenly appeared in my mind without any warning or a splitting headache. They just appeared out of thin air, and then were naturally digested and incorporated into the body's instincts.
It was like a sword skill he had practiced countless times in battle.
Originally, even the output of the spiritual machine in his hands needed to be carefully controlled [Between Stillness], but it naturally turned into his instinct, and he could control it as he pleased.
All the insights related to it are naturally engraved in my mind.
In "Between Stillness", the reason why the internal space-time is static and the external flow is normal is because it opens up a space of spiritual particles out of thin air. In this, only the 'form' that creates the physical body can maintain its 'existence'.
An individual soul will be disturbed by spiritual particles and die.
The reason why time and space become still is also because of the spatial interference characteristics of spiritual particles. The bodies of Immortal Peak and Black Dragon that were shattered when they tried to break in from the outside were also due to this interference characteristics.
It is both the strongest shield and the strongest blade.
Han Baiyi silently stepped forward, and white thunder was wrapped around his body in strands, and then gradually grew stronger and thicker. From the silk threads at the beginning, it expanded until it was like a thunder python coiled around his body.
Due to the short-term lack of bearing capacity of his body, Han Baiyi's whole body was cracked like ceramic shards, but he was completely unaware of it and just continued to add more spiritual energy to his body.
[Ingenuity +10000 (-11%)]
[Ingenuity +8000(-4%)]
[Ingenuity +5000 (-19%)]
A ball of blood mist exploded on Han Baiyi's back, which was caused by the partial collapse of his body caused by the infusion of too powerful spiritual energy.
The inspiration appears like a flame and then burns brightly.
Han Baiyi could feel that in this case, most of the spiritual energy injected into the body was wasted.
But he didn't hesitate when adding points.
Don't hesitate either.
There are always some things that can only be done now.
As the total amount of temporary spiritual intelligence continued to increase, Han Baiyi's whole body exploded with lightning, vaguely forming a large-scale magnetic field around him that was different from the surroundings.
Countless weak static electricity hit the ground, and countless sounds converged in one place, forming a deafening sound.
Han Baiyi still walked forward step by step calmly.
His speed was very slow and his body hurt.
But he still held the knife tightly.
Zhulong lowered his head to look at him. Even if he was blocked from attacking with a knife, he still looked like a god looking down at mortals, aloof.
Another sweep of the knife swept over, and the clouds and mist that had just calmed down once again stirred up waves, rushing like a flood when a dike broke, or like a river with the same color as water and sky, drawing a white line at the end of the horizon.
It wasn't until the blade fell that the sound that could shatter the world would arrive and explode suddenly in this fairyland above the clouds.
Han Baiyi's expression was cold and he raised the knife slowly.
"Don't move."
There was a flash of black light, and the majestic spirit machine temporarily attached to Han Baiyi's body supported it and formed a straight wall [between stillness].
The wind, waves and impact that hit this boundary between black and white turned into dust and debris the moment they touched the wall.
Even sound cannot be transmitted into this space.
Everything is nothingness.
Seeing this, Zhulong seemed to be startled.
I have never seen such a miraculous defense, which can dissipate all the slashes.
As if he had found some interesting toy, Zhulong swung his knife down again, and the impact started again.
Han Baiyi's body was bathed in blood, and his bones and muscles were undergoing transformation as the spiritual machine washed over him. However, he was unable to fully control this power and could only allow the spiritual machine to destroy and repair it within his body.
In the severe pain that was comparable to torture, Han Baiyi gasped for air but did not choose to defend himself.
"Didn't I tell you not to move?"
As soon as he finished speaking, he raised the red teardrop, and a space between black and white extended from the blade, like a wall.
The arms were waving with difficulty.
The black and white world collided violently with the sword-pressing wind and waves. Zhulong's full-strength strike was not spared at all. The wind and waves continuously filled the gap that was shattered by the black and white world, and then continued to be shattered.
Even so, the blade constructed from the black and white world is falling unswervingly.
The blade constructed from "Stillness" seems to stretch straight and endlessly, spanning a distance of hundreds of meters, and slashes down diagonally.
"roar"
Zhulong suddenly let out a miserable howl, and the blade made of black and white world was like a hot knife cutting through butter, piercing into the abyss and prison, and extremely terrifying body without any hindrance.
The body, scattered like smoke, seemed to turn into substance at the moment when the black and white world entered. A large amount of smoke was crushed and obliterated in the "stillness", leaving no trace.
Han Baiyi still looked extremely tired, bathed in blood.