I Hang Up In the Fantasy World

"what?"

　　 Zhao Wushuang looked stiff, warming up? Show mercy?

　　 A sense of absurdity suddenly rose in his heart.

　　 In other words, his previous crazy offense was in front of the man in front of him, but it was just a warm-up.

　　 Hasn't he done his best yet?

　　What a joke!

　　 Is this underestimating him?

　　 A burst of anger suddenly burst from Zhao Wushuang's heart.

　　 The high warfare in his eyes quickly turned into indifference, and his face became pale, "Your Excellency is too arrogant."

　　 Zhang Yi did not answer, but just whispered in his heart.

　　 Xiaocheng Jianyi, open!

　　 Above the boundless wasteland, the earth is all red, giving people a sense of openness as the sky is high for birds to fly, and the sea is wide for fish to leap.

　　 And Zhang Yi stood in the void, holding the hilt of Feihen's sword in his right hand, his hair being blown backward by the wind.

Sudden!

　　 A sharp and unparalleled momentum exploded from Zhang Yi's body.

　　 That sword force disturbed the wind and clouds, soaring all the way up, as if to pierce the sky, and coupled with Zhang Yi's slender and tall body, suddenly the whole person seemed like an unsheathed sword, where the sword's edge was pointing, everything was invincible!

　　 Zhang Yi looked at Zhao Wushuang and smiled, "Are you ready?"

　　 As these words spread in the wind, Zhang Yi took a leisurely walk in the courtyard and walked towards Zhao Wushuang step by step. On the way, a sword air swung out.

"Danger!"

　　 Zhao Wushuang's pupils shrank, and at this moment Zhang Yi felt an extremely dangerous aura.

　　 His melting pot of heart also felt a chill at this moment.

　　 is not the winter wind that brings body coldness, but a sensation that flows from the depths of my heart.

　　 At this time, Zhang Yi's aura pervading his body reminded Zhao Wushuang of a person.

　　 Spirit Sword Gate Great Elder!

　　 But that is a warrior in the late stage, the man in front of him is not in the middle stage...

　　 Zhao Wushuang took a deep breath, knowing that it was in danger next.

　　Zhao Wushuang punched slowly, as if there were a thousand catties on it, and flames burned on it, wrapping his fist in it.

　　 Yanwang Fist!

　　 The pinnacle punch made under the blessing of Yan King's core and spirit armor.

　　 "Peng!"

　　 Sword Qi collided with his fist, and suddenly exploded. Under the huge movement, Zhao Wushuang flew backwards, and blood stains appeared on the clenched fist.

　　 Zhang Yi’s face was calm, and another sword swung out, and the purple thunder light crossed the sky, hitting Zhao Wushuang’s True Essence shield again, breaking it.

　　 "No, this attack power is too high, it can't be prevented at all, you need to deal with it with your body."

　　 Zhao Wushuang passed this thought in his heart, and his figure moved, and he became illusory.

　　 Zhang Yi was extremely calm, stopped, turned around, and swung a sword to the side.

　　 In the distant void, there was an explosion, and a figure appeared vaguely, and then disappeared again.

　　 From a distance, I can only see Zhang Yi standing in the air, swinging a sword gas from time to time, and then there is the sound of explosion.

　　 Crushed, completely crushed, there is no room for counterattack, like a cat playing with a mouse.

　　……

　　 "My God, it's crazy! What did I see! The Great Elder of the Great Yan Sect was completely suppressed!"

　　 "In Beiling Country, Zhao Wushuang's strength can rank in the top three!"

　　 Someone stood frozen in place, with an expression of disbelief on his face, muttering to himself.

　　 "How can this king have an intersection with this class of warriors?"

　　 "With this strength, I am afraid that Zheng Yuan will have to kneel when he is present. How can they invite such a master?"

　　……

　　 At the gate of the Spirit Sword, the man who had been keeping calm was also frowning at this moment.

　　 "Both of them are cultivation bases in the middle stage, but Zhao Wushuang was hanged and beaten. This man has such a strong sword intent."

　　 "Even if it's not Xiaocheng's sword intent, it's definitely not far away. Why haven't you heard of such a character before?"

　　 "It must be reported to the Great Elder." He thought to himself.

　　...

　　 Royal Capital

　　 "Zhang Gong is so powerful."

　　 Fang Lin widened his eyes, looked at the embarrassed Zhao Wushuang in the field incredibly, and whispered.

　　 "Yes, with such a strength, I am afraid that even the rankings can be entered." On the side, Zheng Jian answered.

　　 "It's over." Zhang Yi murmured.

　　 Then Zhang Yi flashed a flash of lightning in his eyes.

　　 Outside, the sky suddenly darkened, like dark clouds gathering.

"There!"

　　 Zhang Yimeng turned around and swung out a sword. The bright sword light dashed across the sky and cut to a place of nothingness.

　　 Lightning Slash of Thunder Sword Technique!

　　 In the dark clouds, there seems to be an electric light jumping.

　　 Then, thunder rang in my ears.

　　 And after the thunder, there was a bolt of lightning slashing straight down from the dark clouds.

　　 The purple lightning slashed straight down, just hitting the sharp sword light passing through the air.

　　 Then the sword light changed from white to deep purple, as if it had completely absorbed the falling lightning, and a wave of destruction spread from it.

"not good!"

　　 Seeing this mighty blow, Zhao Wushuang was surprised ~www.novelmt.com~ and quickly instigated Zhenyuan's defense.

　　 The crimson true essence sprayed out, solidified and formed in front of Zhao Wushuang, turning into a thick dark brown wall, blocking the front of the sword light.

　　 However, before Zhao Wushuang breathed a sigh of relief, he was horrified to see that, like a hot knife cutting butter, the purple sword light did not stand still, and he rushed out from the heavy wall and rushed straight towards him.

　　 The shadow of death surrounds him.

　　 At a critical time, Zhao Wushuang's eyes flushed, and he shouted, urging the spirit armor with all his strength to make it emit a fiery light, trying to stop the blow.

　　 "Peng!"

　　 The moment when the purple sword light touched the Flame King’s spirit armor.

　　Zhao Wushuang's face showed horror, he looked at the sword glow on his chest, and then his pupils shrank, desperate.

　　 I saw a crack suddenly appeared in the spirit armor at the location of Jianmang's slash.

　　 Then the sword light went deeper, and the crack gradually expanded.

　　 After persisting for a few breaths, the spirit armor on Zhao Wushuang suddenly shattered, turning into countless fragments and falling to the ground.

　　 The surrounding air also vibrated slightly.

　　 At Zhao Wushuang's position, a violent force exploded.

　　 There is a shock wave visible to the naked eye that hits in all directions.

　　...

　　 Under the gaze of the countless gazes, Zhang Yi's face was clear, a sword swung out, and the sword aura hit Zhao Wushuang's chest heavily.

　　 The sword light penetrated all the defenses like a shock, and directly landed on Zhao Wushuang's chest.

　　 In the sound of the explosion, Zhao Wushuang's chest collapsed in an instant, and his body flew upside down, half of it like a broken kite, falling straight from the air to the ground far away.

　　 With a sound of "Peng", Zhao Wushuang fell to the ground, bringing up smoke and dust in the sky.

　　 The four wilds are silent.