There was a burst of suction in the void, sucking Zhang Xin away, and the space shattered.

On the fourth floor of the Sword Palace, the spatial fluctuations that came again attracted everyone's attention.

"Is it Zhang Xin or Yang Yi?"

"I guess it's Yang Yi, his strength is only in the early stage of the Condensation Realm, and although he can persist until now, it shows that his means are magical, but it should also be the limit!"

"Yes, I guess it'......"

But when Zhang Xin's scarred body appeared in front of everyone's eyes, a touch of horror swept the audience, and even Zhang Xin failed, although these warriors couldn't remember what happened, but they could still vaguely feel that it was a challenge.

Jian Xuan sighed, walked to where Zhang Xin was, gave him the pill, and waited for him to wake up, but in his heart he was thinking about the last martial artist who did not appear.

Yang Yi gasped, although there were not many wounds on his body, the consumption of Lingyuan was very large, and his mirror image had infinite strength, he would not get tired, and even if he was injured, it would not affect his actions at all.

Although he fell into decline, there was a mysterious smile on the corner of Yang Yi's mouth.

"The second weakness! Your fake really only has true yuan, but no spiritual power, my guess is not wrong, the sword hall can only simulate the power of this world, and my own spiritual power does not belong to this world, I felt strange just now, it is also thunder in the sky, but it seems that there is something different, and now I finally know the reason!" Yang Yi slowly recovered his spiritual yuan, his eyes staring at his mirror image, and said slowly.

There was a sudden fluctuation on the indifferent mirrored face.

"Your strength is strange!" a deep voice, with a hint of vicissitudes, this was the first time he had spoken in the mirror.

"Ha, are you the will in the Sword Palace?" Yang Yi stood up straight, looked at his mirror image and said, he had already guessed that this mirror image was not a pure sword intent condensation, and there seemed to be a mysterious will contained in it.

Sure enough, there was a trace of humanized fluctuations in the eyes of the mirror image, and he said: "You are different, you are different from other martial artists, I have never seen such a power as you!"

Yang Yi smiled and said: "Yes, my strength is my original creation, and it is different from the true yuan!" Yang Yi is actually not wrong in what he said, he was the spiritual power in the Hux inheritance before, and then he was empowered and entered into the true yuan, and then burned and fused by the purple gold heavenly fire, forming the current unique power, the spirit yuan.

"Hehe! smart boy!" there was a faint look of approval and a smile on the mirror's face. "It's a pity that your strength is flawed once, and it's not perfect!"

Hearing this, Yang Yi was a little silent, this mirror image has extraordinary eyesight, and he can see through the shortcomings of his strength at a glance, in fact, it is not that Yang Yi's strength is defective, but that his practice is biased, he only has Taiyi Luck Trick now, and what he absorbs is only spiritual power, but the part of the true yuan cannot be cultivated, and it is not visible now, but the later it is, the spiritual power will grow more and more, and the true yuan part will shrink, Yang Yi is sure that after a long period of cultivation, his spiritual yuan power will be unbalanced, so he does not dare to continue to improve the realm now, and many problems must be solved at the moment。

"There's no problem with my strength, it's my exercises that are in question, so ...... If I get the Sword Codex, I can make up for the shortcomings of this part!" Yang Yi showed a hint of a smile.

"Oh, nice little guy, you have a good plan, but do you know, no martial artist has ever been able to touch the Sword Codex!" Mirror Image also showed a hint of a smile, as if he had some appreciation for Yang Yi.

Yang Yi scratched his head and said: "If others can't do it, it doesn't mean that I can't do it, and I have also mastered your two weaknesses, it's not that there is no possibility of victory!"

"Hehe, that's true, although I can't simulate your strength, but the overall strength is still twice as strong as yours, why should you win?" said Mirror with some disdain.

Lei Guangjian raised slightly, and Yang Yi said with a smile: "Of course, it is with the sword in his hand!"

"Sharp sword, this sword can't hurt me!" Mirror laughed.

Yang Yi also smiled: "Although the Thunder Light Sword is ordinary in your eyes, it also depends on the person who uses it!"

A blue electric snake instantly flashed on the Thunder Light Sword, and Yang Yi swung his sword and slashed at the mirror image.

"I will also know these swordsmanship, how can you win me?" With a flick of the mirror's wrist, a blue electric snake also surged out of the long sword, slashing towards Yang Yi with stronger strength.

"Is it!" Yang Yi's eyes froze, his two swords intersected, and his mirrored body did not move, but Yang Yi took three steps back, his wrist trembled, and he lost his remaining strength.

"I don't think so!"

"Hehe, then I'll make you desperate!" Mirror Image's eyes changed, and for the first time, instead of copying Yang Yi's moves, the long sword slashed towards Yang Yi like a storm.

His face changed, and Yang Yi turned his sword into a shield, guarding the square inch.

"Dingding......

In the dense sound, Yang Yi kept retreating, and in the sword light, a little blood flew out.

After a round of rapid attack, Yang Yi's body was already covered with countless small wounds.

"Your first weakness is that your strength is not as strong as mine!" Mirror said lightly as he swung his sword.

"Oh!" Yang Yi raised his eyebrows, this Sword Hall Will seemed to be very arrogant, he found two weaknesses in this mirror image, and in turn, the Sword Hall Will also said his own weaknesses.

"The second weakness, your sword techniques are all sword tomb inheritances, to tell you a cruel fact, in this sword world, all sword tomb inheritances are from the sword classics!"

The swordsmanship is getting faster and faster, and the mirror image has changed several sets of swordsmanship in a row in just a few breaths, either like the Yangtze River surging endlessly, or like flames and frost, ice and fire.

Yang Yi pointed at his right sword and left his hand, guarding it in a thrilling way, and even sometimes, he had to exchange for a slight injury in exchange for the next sword's breathing space.

"It's the same two weaknesses, but the difference in strength is doubled, now that I'm pressing you to fight, my weakness won't be a weakness, but your weakness will be infinitely magnified, boy, don't you still admit defeat?" said Mirror Image disdainfully.

"I've been waiting for a perfect person to inherit the Sword Codex, but I've been disappointed again and again, this perfect person has never appeared, and this time it seems to be the same, hey!" Mirror Image's face had a faint pride on it.

"Perfect person, does such a person exist?" Although Yang Yi fell into an absolute disadvantage, his eyes were still very clear.

"Of course it exists, because the Sword Code is perfect, so the person who inherits the Sword Code must also be perfect!"