In the blink of an eye, more than half a month had passed, and Han Yi was making great progress in the Tianji Sword Tower, and he was rapidly improving to the second level of the Heart Transformation Realm.
After a long battle, he roughly understood the settings of the sword tower. Starting from the first floor, every two floors are a dividing line. The first and second floors correspond to the entry level of the Realm of Heart Transformation, and the third floor is the second level.
The fourth level corresponds to Xiaocheng, the fifth and sixth levels correspond to Dacheng, the seventh and eighth levels correspond to perfection, and the final ninth level should correspond to the Yuxuan realm, which is the condensed sword.
The realm after the soul.
On the seventh floor of the sword tower, Han Yi was standing on the top of a snow peak, surrounded by a completely open area without any extra flowers, grass or trees. It was like the entire snow peak had been chopped off with a sword, leaving a mirror-like
square.
It was indeed a square like a mirror, with a smooth and bright surface that could reflect people's shadows, and countless silvery cold lights - it was a long sword that covered the sky. Each one was different, and the only thing in common was that
They all exude unparalleled sharp sword aura.
The ground of the square was also filled with long swords, each of which reflected Han Yi's figure. Judging from the aura on them, it was obvious that they were all extraordinary things.
Outside the snow peak, there is heavy snow sweeping across the sky and the earth. The tall trees are covered with thick snow. There are ice edges growing on the rocks and the ground. It is a scene covered in silver. It is beautiful when viewed from the snow peak.
It was a beautiful sight, but Han Yi was in no mood to appreciate it.
He rushed into the seventh floor without any hindrance. With the blessing of the state of emptiness and thoughtlessness, breaking through the realm was as easy as eating and drinking. But after reaching the seventh floor, he seemed to have encountered a bottleneck.
For the rest of the day, he fought to the death with the three puppets in white clothes opposite him, fighting each other mercilessly, but unable to break through the barrier at all.
That puppet was like an insurmountable high wall, blocking his way to the ultimate in swordsmanship.
In fact, if you look carefully, you can find that the square is not as smooth as it seems on the surface. Sword marks that are thinner than hair are crisscrossed on the ground beside Han Yi and the puppet, going deep into the ground, as if they can cover the entire square.
Snow peaks cut open.
Han Yi completely stimulated the state of Huxin to the extreme, and the sword spiral condensed in his will expanded boundlessly, with a sharp cold light and an icy coldness.
He stood with the sword in his hand, the wheel-killing sword was flowing with golden light, countless runes were flashing, long breaths, Shen Xiong's heartbeat, violent emotions... The life of the sword had reached perfection, but
Han Yi didn't understand what he still lacked in the state of transforming his mind.
He has done everything that can be given to the sword. The only thing missing is the last soul.
The three white-clothed puppets readjusted their starting positions, and the invisible sword energy circulated around the long sword, sharp, sharp, and furious.
The next moment, they flew out at the same time, waving their long swords. In an instant, endless sword energy emerged around them, covering a space of hundreds of meters, as if arousing a storm composed of blades. The storm split the air and screamed, even the space was
It's starting to twist.
Han Yi showed no sign of weakness and rushed out. The transparent sword energy wildly escaped from the surface of the wheel-killing sword, filling the surrounding space of hundreds of meters in an instant.
The next moment, the two sides collided with each other, and the sword energy clashed, shattered, and dissipated. Han Yi slashed out with his sword, and the extremely thin sword energy flashed away like a transparent spider thread.
The oncoming white-clothed puppet dodged and dodged, and the thin thread of sword energy sank into the ground of the square with a hiss. After dodging the blow, the puppet swung the sword with its backhand, and also released a thin thread of sword energy.
Han Yi's foot slipped and he leaned back to dodge. The long sword swung on the ground and bounced him up. He danced the sword in the air, and the storm of sword energy gathered and turned into a sword dragon.
"go."
When the sword thrust out, the sword dragon let out a dragon roar and swooped down. The puppet in white who bore the brunt had no time to dodge, and took out the sword secret in his hand. The long sword trembled, and all the sword energy was mobilized to gather together to form a sword of more than ten meters.
The huge transparent air blade clashed with the Stegosaurus.
The huge force stirred up invisible shock waves, and white air waves rolled out, turning into a large circle and spreading on the top of the snow peak, and then slowly dissipated.
The shock wave made the other two white-clothed puppets stagnant and almost unable to move forward. However, they did not give up the attack. They put their swords close to their foreheads, and the invisible will awakened from the sword body, one with extreme coldness and the other with extreme blazing.
.
They released their long swords at the same time, and when the sword fingers were drawn, all the sword energy around them merged into the long swords. One handle was covered with white ice, and the other was ignited with raging fire.
Phew, two long swords rushed forward, locking Han Yi's aura.
"This is the power of attributes." Han Yi looked shocked and unbelievable, "This is simply impossible."
There are no spiritual fluctuations in the three white-clothed puppets. The sword control relies entirely on the understanding of the sword. But the power of attributes requires spiritual power as a basis to be condensed. How do they do it?
But the situation no longer allowed Han Yi to think any longer. The sword whirlpool in his will turned crazily, releasing powerful power.
Han Yi stood on the dragon's back, his long hair flying, his black robe fluttering, and his eyes extremely sharp.
"Whirlpool of Sword Qi."
He raised his sword and drew a circle, and all the sword energy returned, forming a sword whirlpool, which expanded rapidly. Boom, a moment later, the ice sword and the flame sword pierced the sword whirlpool, and terrifying power exploded. The sword whirlpool suddenly shrank.
, it actually exploded.
"puff--"
Han Yi spurted out a mouthful of blood, shot it backwards, and slid far away in the square. His face was pale. At that moment, he seemed to see the throne of ice and fire, and an infinite will invaded his mind.
Try to destroy him.
"Such a strong will, yes." He suddenly had a flash of inspiration, "So this is what I lack." He smiled bitterly. He had been trapped here for so long, and only now did he understand that if the sword in his hand was compared to a person,
, in addition to heartbeat, breathing, and emotions, what else should a person have?
It is will. Everyone has his own will and knows what he wants and what he wants to pursue.
"I have always ignored this problem. Those three puppets have carried a will of the sword that cannot be concealed from the beginning. Only the power of the sword can mobilize the spiritual energy of heaven and earth and condense it without any spiritual power.
The power of attributes.”
"Ice sword intent, flame sword intent, I wonder what kind of sword intent the third puppet has?"
After understanding what he lacked, Han Yi began to wonder what kind of sword intent the third white-clothed puppet had.
At this moment, the third white-clothed puppet also began to erupt, and an extremely powerful sword intention rose into the sky. Extremely sharp power came out of his body, and the transparent air blade in his hand turned into gold.
He knocked back the Stegosaurus with one strike of his sword, leaned forward, and slashed from bottom to top. Golden light burst out and directly split the Stegosaurus into two halves.
"The sword intention of gold is indeed sharp and unstoppable."
Seeing the sword intent used by the third puppet, Han Yi couldn't help but admire it. There are thousands of sword intents, but the one that fits the swordsman's setting is undoubtedly the golden sword intent. With such a sword intent in hand, it seems
There is nothing in heaven and earth that cannot be cut open.
Han Yi suddenly heard the will that Jin Wushang released when facing the Jialun War Demon. It also had the same power, but it was ten thousand times more powerful than the puppet in white.
"It turns out that what he understood was also the sword intention of gold."
After muttering something to himself, Han Yi stood up and adjusted his breathing. Now that he understood what he was missing, he should think about how to integrate his will into the sword.
"What kind of will should I pursue?"
He flew out and fought fiercely with three white-clothed puppets. While thinking, he felt the sword intent of the puppets.
In the blink of an eye, another half month passed quietly. At the top of the snow peak, Han Yi lay on the ground and panted violently. In the distance, three puppets in white reappeared in the white light.
This is the third time that these three white-clothed puppets were defeated by Han Yi. This is because the sword tower did not judge that Han Yi defeated them with swordsmanship. Han Yi himself also knew that he relied not on swordsmanship, but on his powerful body.
Sometimes when he is forced into a desperate situation, he will unknowingly release his huge power and directly crush the three puppets.
The biggest test for him when practicing swordsmanship in the sword tower is not to understand the way of the sword, but to restrain his urge to use other powers when facing a crisis.
His will to fight and survive are too strong to allow puppets to pose a threat to him. Defeating the enemy with the fastest speed and the most effective means in battle has almost become an instinct engraved in his body
.
"Damn, why is it so difficult? Will, will, how the hell am I going to fuse my will into the sword."
After finishing wailing, Han Yi quickly jumped up from the ground and fought fiercely with the three puppets that rushed over. His exquisite sword moves were undoubtedly displayed, and his swordsmanship surged. Han Yi was quickly suppressed by the puppets, Han Bing
, flames and gold threads surround the three puppets in white.
Each of their moves was so powerful that it was difficult for Han Yi to resist. Originally, Han Yi would not be beaten to the point of being unable to fight back with his physical body, but now he no longer dares to use his physical power easily, otherwise
He will be trapped in an endless loop.
He must completely integrate his will into the sword and understand his own sword intention. While resisting the attacks of the three white puppets, Han Yi inspired his strongest will. The will to survive and the will to long for power come from the five spirits.
The Five Elements will of the Jue, and the majestic will of the Luoshen Jue. However, these wills were suppressed by another extremely strong will not long after they appeared. That was the killing will that Han Yi had accumulated over more than ten years. He had
Any kind of power is for killing.
In order to understand his sword intention, Han Yi gave up restraint and restraint, and completely released his will to kill.
His eyes were slowly covered with blood red, looking cold and cold, as if without a trace of emotion. A blood red cross mark appeared on his forehead, which was strange and evil.