Those eight puppets had no chance to dodge, and their heads exploded and died.
"Hey, isn't the spiritual power disabled?" Han Yi was a little surprised. He originally thought that in the sword tower, the spiritual power would be sealed by other forces and could not be used. Unexpectedly, he was able to use the spiritual arts in a hurry.
Use sword skills.
However, the next moment Han Yi knew that he was completely wrong. The eight puppets he killed condensed out again, and the eyes under the bronze mask showed an unusual brilliance.
"What's going on? Does it mean that being killed by spiritual power doesn't count?"
The nine puppets rushed over again, slashing with their swords, and the long sword in their hands directly emitted a stream of sword energy. Han Yi's face changed drastically, and he leaned back to avoid it, and the sword energy passed in front of his eyes.
Boom boom boom——The stone pillars at the edge of the square were left with terrifying sword marks, intertwined with each other.
"Sword Qi, how is that possible? There is obviously no spiritual energy fluctuation in their bodies."
However, before Han Yi could continue to be surprised, the next wave of attacks from the resurrected nine puppets had already arrived. With exquisite sword moves and fierce sword energy, Han Yi's situation became even more precarious.
In this battle, he could not use his spiritual power or physical strength. The only thing he could rely on was his understanding of the way of the sword.
He retreated while fighting, and shuttled through the huge forest of stone pillars. The puppets inspired endless sword energy, and their attacks were fierce and merciless. Those terrible sword energy left countless sword marks on the stone pillars, and some stone pillars collapsed directly.
Broken and turned into ruins.
Han Yi couldn't help but open his spiritual eyes, analyze every move of the puppets, and quickly absorb all available nutrients to irrigate himself.
Although he practices swordsmanship, he has actually never learned any exquisite swordsmanship, and his understanding of swordsmanship is not deep enough. Being able to understand the state of the mind is almost entirely based on luck and timing.
For half a day, he kept running away, unable to change the situation suppressed by the puppets. At a certain moment, he suddenly opened his eyes, silver light flashed, his feet turned, his speed increased sharply, and he cut directly between the puppets.
The long sword in his hand cut through a strange arc, clanging, clanking, and making four consecutive sounds, and the four puppet figures shot out. Han Yi's sword move just now was strikingly similar to the sword moves of the puppets, but it was even more powerful.
Stronger.
Every sword that Han Yi swung now was extremely sharp, extremely violent, and extremely ferocious. The speed of his sword swings became faster and faster, and he gradually began to turn his defense into an attack.
With the blessing of the spiritual eye, he not only saw through the sword moves of the puppets, but also integrated all their sword moves together, becoming more powerful.
But there was still one question in his mind, which was also the most difficult to understand.
"How do they activate sword energy? There is obviously no spiritual energy fluctuation in their bodies."
Han Yi was already able to fight to a tie with the nine puppets, and even suppress them, but he began to restrain his attacks, and his spiritual eyes were operating to the extreme, trying to find the secret of how the puppets inspired their sword energy.
If it were to use brute force to activate the air blade, Han Yi could do it himself. But these puppets are not that powerful at all. Each of their swords is so light and agile, but with a sharpness that cannot be ignored.
The feeling can easily inspire the terrifying sword energy.
The power of sword energy is stronger, more condensed, and more difficult to understand than the air blade inspired by Han Yi's brute force.
Incredible pictures unfolded in Han Yi's mind, as if a world had been reconstructed, with countless lines of different colors outlining an abstract picture. The nine puppets turned into puppets with numerous strings connecting them.
On their bodies, every time they activate sword energy, a weak stream of light will flow in from those silk threads, like an electric current supplying power to some machine.
Han Yi opened his eyes, and he couldn't understand the way the puppet inspired the sword energy.
"Is this a special setting of the Tianji Sword Tower?"
"No, it shouldn't be possible. Since it is for people to understand the deeper way of swordsmanship, there will never be such incomprehensible moves."
Han Yi denied his idea, and quickly rushed out to fight with the nine puppets. With each move he used freely, he completely suppressed the offensive of the nine puppets, and every attack was so careless.
.
He used nine puppets to hone his sword skills, and no longer thought about the issue of sword energy, and he moved freely between offense and defense.
"Dangdangdang——"
The shadow of the sword lingered and the silver light flashed. Han Yi was completely immersed in the battle, and his five senses and six consciousnesses were raised to the extreme. Unknowingly, he seemed to have entered a state of mindlessness, and the sword in his hand seemed to be with him.
Completely blended together.
The speed and strength of his sword swing increased dramatically. The sword transformed from one to two, from two to four, and from four to eight. The nine puppets could only barely resist his attack.
At a certain moment, the bodies of the nine puppets sank, flew out, and jumped between the stone pillars. The long swords in their hands trembled, as if they were extremely excited, or as if they were too crazy to control themselves.
Phew, the nine puppets attacked at the same time, and the sword energy roared, attacking from completely different directions, aiming at every vital part of Han Yi.
Han Yi's face was calm, and there were no distracting thoughts in his mind. Boom, with the emergence of those sword energies, all the questions that confused him were cleared up, his mind became clear, and the invisible sword swirl emerged in his will, like a brand on his mind.
on him.
"So that's it, so that's it?"
He opened his eyes, murmured to himself, and looked enlightened.
"Man and sword are one, and they live forever. The sword energy is just the breath of the sword. Just like a human being, to live, you naturally need to breathe. Inhaling and exhaling are the same. I gave the sword life, gave them heartbeat and breathing,
But I never thought about how to use their breathing."
"The ancient dragons, thunder dragon, flame dragon, ice dragon, green dragon, Kui dragon, all have infinite power with their breath. The sword is a weapon of violence, and its breath also contains infinite power."
"The realm of transforming the heart, the breath of the sword spirit."
Han Yi raised his hand and drew a circle with his long sword in the air. The white sword swirl slowly emerged, and the sword energy fluctuated, releasing an extremely fierce aura.
"break."
The sword whirlpool split suddenly, turning into hundreds of sword energy that shot out in all directions. The sword energy from the nine puppets was instantly defeated. Wherever the sword energy passed, the stone pillars shattered, reaching hundreds of meters.
The nine puppets were also completely buried under the ruins and shattered into pieces.
The space fluctuated, and Han Yi disappeared from the square. When he opened his eyes, he had already appeared in another environment.
The entrance is a huge valley, with towering cliffs on three sides. The mountain walls are crisscrossed with huge sword marks, and the cuts are as smooth as mirrors.
At this time, outside the Tianji Sword Tower, Jin Wushang could not help but be a little surprised when he saw the white light on the second floor of the sword tower. Han Yi only entered the sword tower for an hour and defeated nine puppets guarding the gate.
“I didn’t expect to enter the second level so quickly.”
"This little guy's talent is not weak, his fighting consciousness is far beyond ordinary people, and he is also guarded by the life star. He will never be an ordinary person in the future." The green Luan bird lying prone on one side said. It sounded like a woman's voice, revealing that
Some mature charm comes.
"Really? It seems that I have gained a lot from this trip." Jin Wushang's eyes flashed slightly and he said with a smile.
"Maybe."
At this time, in the sword tower space, in the valley on the second floor, the figures of eight puppets were revealed, and the long swords stirred, exuding the aura of Xiaocheng in the Heart Transformation Realm.
Swish, swish, swish - the eight puppets made no extra moves and attacked directly, many times faster than the puppets on the first level.
Han Yi faced him without fear, and slashed with the Wheel of Destruction Sword, stimulating powerful sword energy. The puppets also stimulated extremely fierce sword energy, defeating Han Yi's sword energy.
"It is indeed much stronger."
Judging from the sword energy inspired, Han Yi also knew that the strength of these puppets was far greater than the puppets on the first floor of the sword tower.
Although the eight puppets attack independently, the timing of each of their attacks is perfectly connected. The sword moves they perform are also more subtle and powerful.
Han Yi was fighting with eight puppets, with almost no room for counterattack and was completely suppressed. However, he did not panic at all. Instead, he calmed down, feeling the attacks of the puppets and experiencing those exquisite sword moves.
With the experience of fighting in the first-level sword tower, he quickly understood this time. The sword whirlpool existing in the will expanded, greedily and crazily absorbing the kendo nutrients from the eight puppets, improving
Based on his understanding of kendo.
"The realm of transformation of the heart, the source of the sword spirit."
Countless tiny runes appeared on the surface of the wheel-killing sword, and the light flashed and flickered with the beating of his heart. Han Yi seemed to be able to hear the powerful heartbeat of Shen Xiong echoing in his ears, with a new life.
Joy, but also condensed with ancient majesty.
The eight puppets seemed to have felt Han Yi's changes, and the rhythm of their attacks instantly accelerated several times. The sword energy they emitted was more than ten meters long, one after another, and was extremely condensed, tearing the air and making a sharp roar.
Han Yi, who had been suppressed, stepped out. As he swung his long sword, sixteen white sword energy condensed around him, flying erratically to form a sword circle.
"Bang bang bang——"
All the sword energy emitted by the puppets was shattered by the sword circle. Han Yi stepped forward, rushed into the air, and swung around to slash. Sixteen sword energy fell from the sky, splitting the eight puppets into pieces with lightning speed.
Two halves.
"Huh--" Han Yi landed on the ground, taking a long breath with a slight smile on his face.
"Empty Ming has no thoughts. Sure enough, in such a state, the speed of comprehension will be infinitely improved." He secretly admired. If he wanted to comprehend another realm of the realm of mind, I'm afraid it would still take a long time.
long time.
Buzz, a white light flashed, and Han Yi's figure disappeared into the valley.