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In the blink of an eye, it was more than half a month, and Han Yi was soaring all the way in the Heavenly Machine Sword Tower, and the second realm of the Transformation Realm was rapidly improving.

After a long battle, he also roughly understood the setting of the sword tower. Starting from the first layer, every two layers are a watershed, the first and second layers correspond to the entry realm of the realm of the mind, the third and fourth layers correspond to Xiaocheng, the fifth and sixth layers correspond to Dacheng, the seventh and eighth layers correspond to the consummation, and the last ninth layer should correspond to the realm of the imperial mystery, that is, the realm after condensing the sword soul.

On the seventh floor of the Sword Tower, Han Yi was on the top of a snow peak, surrounded by a completely open area, without any extra flowers and trees, like the entire snow peak had been cut off by someone's sword, leaving a mirror-like square.

It was indeed a mirror-like square, with a smooth and bright surface that could illuminate the shadows of people, and countless silver cold lights—they were long swords all over the sky, each one different, and the only thing they had in common was that they all exuded an incomparably sharp sword aura.

The ground of the square was also filled with long swords, each of which reflected Han Yi's figure, and judging from the aura on their bodies, they were obviously extraordinary.

Outside the snowy peaks, the snow swept the sky, the tall trees were covered with thick snow, and the rocks and the ground were covered with ice ridges. From the snow peak, it was a beautiful sight, but Han Yi was not in the slightest mood to appreciate it.

He rushed all the way to the seventh layer without hindrance, and with the blessing of the state of emptiness and thoughtlessness, breaking through the realm was as simple as eating and drinking. But after coming to the seventh layer, he seemed to have encountered a bottleneck, and for more than ten days, he fought to the death with the three puppets in white clothes opposite, competing with each other without mercy, but he couldn't break through the barrier at all.

The puppet was like an impassable wall, blocking his way to the pinnacle of kendo.

In fact, if you look closely, you can find that the square is not as smooth as it seems on the surface, and the sword marks that are thinner than a hair are crisscrossed on the ground around Han Yi and the puppet, deep into the ground, as if they can cut the entire snow peak.

Han Yi completely stimulated the realm of transforming the mind to the extreme, and the sword vortex condensed in his will expanded to an infinite extent, and the cold light was fierce and cold.

He stood with his sword in his hand, and the golden light flowed from the wheel to extinguish the sword, countless runes flashed and jumped, long breathing, Shen Xiong's heartbeat, and violent emotions...... The sword's life had been consummated, but Han Yi didn't understand what was still missing in his Mind Transformation Realm.

He had done everything he could give to the sword, and the only thing missing was the last soul.

The three white-clothed puppets readjusted their starting style, and the invisible sword qi flowed around the long sword, sharp, fierce, and furious.

The next moment, they flew out at the same time, waving their long swords, and in an instant, endless sword qi appeared around them, covering a space of hundreds of meters, as if stirring up a storm composed of blades. The storm sliced through the air, screaming, and even space began to distort.

Han Yi did not show weakness and rushed out, and the transparent sword qi escaped frantically 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 together, and the sword qi collided, shattered, and dissipated. Han Yi slashed out with a sword, and the extremely slender sword qi was like a transparent spider silk, which disappeared in a flash.

The oncoming white-clothed puppet dodged, and the sword qi filament snorted into the ground of the square. Dodging a blow, the puppet swung its sword with its backhand, and also emitted a slender sword aura.

Han Yi's feet slid and he ducked back, and the long sword swung on the ground, bouncing him up. He swung his sword in the air, and the storm of sword qi converged, turning into a sword dragon.

"Go. ”

A sword stabbed out, and the stegosaurus let out a dragon groan and swooped down. A white-clothed puppet who bore the brunt of the attack didn't have time to dodge, and took out the sword trick in his hand, the long sword trembled, mobilizing all the sword qi, gathering together, forming a huge transparent qi blade of more than ten meters, and bombarded the stegosaurus.

The huge force stirred up an invisible shockwave, and the white qi wave rolled out, turning into a large circle and spreading at the top of the snow peak, and then slowly dissipated.

The shockwave caused the other two white-clad golems to froze, barely able to move forward. But they didn't give up the attack, they put the sword on their foreheads, and their invisible will awakened from the sword body, an extreme coldness, an extreme fiery.

At the same time, they let go of the long sword, and with a sword finger, all the sword qi around them merged into the long sword, one was covered with white ice, and the other ignited a raging fire.

With a bang, the two long swords rushed straight away, locking Han Yi's breath.

"This is, the power of attributes. Han Yi was shocked and incredulous, "This is simply impossible." ”

The three white-clothed puppets had no spiritual power fluctuations, and all that Edgeworth relied on was his comprehension of the way of the sword. But the power of attributes needs spiritual power as a foundation to be condensed, how do they do it?

But the situation no longer allowed Han Yi to think more, and the sword whirlpool in his will turned wildly, releasing a powerful force.

Han Yi stepped on the back of the dragon, his long hair was flying, his black robe was agitated, and his eyes were extremely sharp.

"The whirlpool of sword qi. ”

He raised his sword to draw a circle, and all the sword qi returned, forming a sword vortex, which expanded rapidly. Boom, a moment later, the sword of ice and the sword of flame pierced the sword vortex, and the terrifying power exploded. The sword suddenly contracted and exploded.

"Poof—"

Han Yi spurted out a mouthful of blood, shot out backwards, and slid far away in the square. His face was pale, and for a moment, it was as if he saw the Ice and Flame Throne, and an infinite will invaded his mind, trying to destroy him.

"What a strong will, yes. He suddenly had a flash of inspiration, "So that's what I'm missing." 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, what should that person have besides his heartbeat, breathing, and emotions?

It is the will, and everyone has their own will, knowing what they want and what they want to pursue.

"I have always ignored this problem, those three puppets have a sword will that cannot be concealed from the beginning, and only the power of sword intent can mobilize the aura of heaven and earth and condense the power of attributes without any spiritual power. ”

"Ice Sword Intent, Flame Sword Intent, I don't know what kind of sword intent the third puppet has?"

Knowing what he lacked, Han Yi instead began to wonder what kind of sword intent the third white-clothed puppet had mastered.

At this moment, the third white-clothed puppet also began to erupt, and an extremely strong sword intent rose into the sky, and the extremely sharp power came out of the body, and the transparent qi blade in his hand turned golden.

He repelled the stegosaurus with a sword, bullied up, slashed from the bottom up, and the golden light burst out, directly splitting the stegosaurus in half.

"The sword intent of Jin is really sharp and unstoppable. ”

Seeing the sword intent used by the third puppet, Han Yi couldn't help but admire. There are thousands of kinds of sword intent, but what is in line with the swordsman's setting is undoubtedly the sword intent of gold, such a sword intent is in the hand, as if there is nothing in heaven and earth that cannot be cut.

Han Yi suddenly sounded the will that Jin Wusupreme released when facing the Galun Battle Demon, which was also such a might, but it was ten thousand times stronger than the white-clothed puppet.

It turned out that what he comprehended was also the sword intent of gold. ”

Muttering to himself, Han Yi stood up and adjusted his breathing. Now that you know what you're missing, it's time to think about how to put your will into your sword.

"What kind of will should you pursue?"

He flew out and fought fiercely with the three white-clothed puppets, thinking and feeling the sword intent of the puppets.

In the blink of an eye, another half a month passed quietly. At the top of the Snow Peak, Han Yi was lying on the ground panting violently, and in the distance, three white-clothed puppets resurfaced in the white light.

It was already the third time, and the three white-clothed puppets were defeated by Han Yi. This is because the Sword Tower did not judge that Han Yi defeated them with Kendo, and Han Yi himself knew that he did not rely on Kendo, but on a powerful physical body. Sometimes he is cornered, and he will unconsciously release his huge power and directly crush the three puppets.

The biggest test for him to cultivate a sword in the sword tower is not to comprehend the way of the sword, but to restrain his urge to use other powers in the face of a crisis.

His will to fight and his will to survive are too strong to allow the puppets to threaten him at all. Defeating the enemy with the fastest speed and the most effective means in battle has almost become an instinct imprinted in his body.

"Damn, why is it so difficult? Will will, how the hell do I want to fuse my will into the sword. ”

After the wailing was over, Han Yi jumped up from the ground quickly, and fought fiercely with the three puppets who rushed over, the exquisite sword moves were undoubtedly revealed, and the sword will was surging. Han Yi was quickly suppressed by the puppets, and ice, flames, and golden threads surrounded the three white-clothed puppets.

Their every move was powerful, making it difficult for Han Yi to parry. Originally, with Han Yi's physical body, he would not be beaten to the point of being powerless, but now he did not dare to use the power of his physical body easily, otherwise he would fall into a never-ending cycle of death.

He must completely integrate his will into the sword and comprehend his own sword intent. While Han Yi fended off the attacks of the three white-clothed puppets, he stimulated his strongest will. The will to survive, the will to desire strength, the will of the five elements from the Five Spirits, and the majestic will of the Luo Shen Jue, but these wills did not appear for long before they were suppressed by another extremely strong will. That was Han Yi's will to kill that he had accumulated over more than ten years, and any kind of power that existed in his body was for the sake of killing.

In order to comprehend his sword intent, Han Yi gave up restraint and restraint, and completely released his will to kill.

His eyes were slowly covered in blood red, and he was cold, as if without a trace of emotion. A blood-red cross mark appeared on his forehead, strange and evil.