Yang Yi's eyes lit up, Dream Bingxiang's sword intent focused on divine sense, the power of the sword itself was not very strong, and the soul of the person who was hit would be in a trance in an instant, so that those who used the Dream Bingxiang sword technique could take advantage of the situation to pursue and gain an advantage.

Just now, he was hit by the sword intent of the Dream Bingxiang Sword Technique, and Yang Yi's divine soul that surpassed the martial artists of the same level was still affected, which showed the power of this sword technique.

Rare......

The mirrored body, strength and speed are very perfect, and it is twice as fast as the current Yang Yi, but the divine soul is an ethereal power, and the sword hall can use the sword intent to imitate any martial artist under the condensing realm, but it cannot condense the same divine soul power as the martial artist.

A smile appeared at the corner of Yang Yi's mouth, and he said lightly: "Is the first weakness!

The Thunder Light Sword pointed at the ground, and there was an explosion under his feet, and Yang Yi slashed at his mirror image again.

And on the fourth floor of the Sword Palace, the warriors who were teleported out looked confused, as if they had forgotten something, and they remembered one thing in their hearts, that is, they could no longer go up to the fifth layer of the Sword Palace, and they looked at each other, not knowing what to say.

As time went by, more and more people were teleported out, and some people counted them, only Jian Xuan, Zhang Xin and Yang Yi were not teleported, and the others were all here.

In the different spaces, Jian Xuan gasped heavily, and the cold long sword in his hand hovered around him, it was one of the Heavenly Sword Sect's Zhen Sect Peerless Heavenly Sword True Techniques, but the blood all over his body showed a shocking failure.

On the other side, the expressionless Jian Xuan mirrored the long sword and circled around him, standing proudly.

A touch of madness and unwillingness appeared in Jian Xuan's eyes, and he was only one step away from being able to touch the legendary god-level martial arts sword code of the Sword Palace, but this last step was like an abyss, firmly blocking in front of him.

"I'm not willing, it's just a mirror image, it's impossible to stop me, the true trick of the heavenly sword, get up!" Jian Xuan staggered to his feet, his fingering body moved, and the long sword emitted ten thousand rays of light, and then merged into Jian Xuan's body, forming a move of human and sword integration, with the incomparable power of destroying the world and destroying the world, turning into a streamer and rushing to his own mirror image, and also rushed to the last hope.

On the expressionless face of the mirrored face, a sneer was inexplicably revealed, and then the finger body moved, and the long sword emitted a more intense light, and the human sword was one, facing Jian Xuan with the same move.

"Boom ......"

The two streamers collided fiercely, splashing out countless sparks, one side was Jian Xuan's hideous face, and the other was a mirrored disdainful smile.

"Click......

In the light sound, there was a cracking sound in the streamer of Jian Xuan, and then the storm rolled violently, the sword overflowed, and the entire Wanzhang platform suffered great damage, and suddenly the mountain collapsed and the ground cracked, and the ground sank three inches.

"Unwilling......."

With a soft murmur, Jian Xuan slowly closed his eyes, the space fluctuated, the void escaped, and an extremely strong suction force sucked Jian Xuan's scarred body into the endless void.

"Hum ......"

Jian Xuan's mirror image let out a low laugh, and in the laughter, his body shattered like glass, turning into countless points of light, dissipating in the entire heaven and earth.

The space fluctuated, and the figure appeared, attracting the attention of all the martial artists in the fourth layer.

Jian Xuan's scarred body appeared, and the disciples of the Heavenly Sword Sect were suddenly shocked.

"Senior Brother Jianxuan....."

"Senior Brother......

Several Heavenly Sword Sect disciples hurriedly gathered around Jian Xuan's side and carefully probed Jian Xuan's injuries, with a frightened look on their faces.

"Senior Brother Jian Xuan's meridians were shattered, his muscles were torn, and his true yuan was depleted, what happened to make Senior Brother Jian Xuan suffer such a heavy injury......."

The disciples of the Heavenly Sword Sect hurriedly gave Jian Xuan a pill, and then poured a trace of true yuan into Jian Xuan's body.

After a long time, Jian Xuan let out a low moan and slowly opened his eyes.

"Senior Brother Jian Xuan, you woke up, what the hell happened, you were actually injured so badly!" the Heavenly Sword Sect disciple asked.

"I ..... Be...... Forehead ......"

Jian Xuan just wanted to say something, but his mind was blank, and he opened his mouth, but he didn't make any sound.

His eyes showed a strange look, what happened to him just now, why was his heart full of unwillingness and anger, but there was no memory in his soul.

When the Heavenly Sword Sect saw Jian Xuan's appearance, it was also a little strange, did Senior Brother Jian Xuan encounter something unspeakable.

After concentrating, Jian Xuan glanced around, found that the fourth layer was full of martial artists, and asked: "What about you, why are there so many people here, I vaguely remember that we were sucked away by a suction!"

The Heavenly Sword Sect disciple's face also showed embarrassment, and he said, "Senior Brother Jian Xuan, in fact, we don't know what happened, and we appeared here inexplicably!"

Jian Xuan's eyes moved slightly, he remembered the magical legend about the Sword Hall in the Sword Realm, all the martial artists who had entered the fourth layer of the Sword Hall did not remember what happened after they came out, and they could not enter the Sword Realm again, this was a legend in these sects in the Zhang'an Empire.

"There seems to be a mysterious power here!" Jian Xuan's eyes swept over the entire fourth floor of the Sword Hall.

"Who else isn't there!" Jian Xuan's heart suddenly moved, and he asked the disciple of the Heavenly Sword Sect next to him.

The Heavenly Sword Sect disciple said, "There are still two people who are not there, one is Zhang Xin, and the other is the person named Yang Yi!"

"Zhang Xin, Yang Yi..... It seems that you are still in the Sword Hall and have not come out, can you get the highest inheritance in this Sword Realm?" Jian Xuan was a little disappointed, and even more unwilling.

He is an elite disciple of the Heavenly Sword Sect, his talent, strength, and personality charm are all the best choice, and he is also full of confidence when he comes to the Sword Realm this time, believing that he is still very likely to get the legendary highest inheritance sword book in the Sword Realm.

In the different dimension, Zhang Xin's eyes were scarlet, his arms trembled, and his body was full of open wounds, the sword just now was the first move of the three styles of the sword, and this domineering and abnormal move not only did not defeat the mirror image, but was hit back fiercely by the mirror image with the same trick, making Zhang Xin seriously injured and vomiting blood.

"I won't fail, even if you are twice as strong as me, how can you allow failure under the sword!" Zhang Xin roared angrily, condensing the true yuan of his whole body, the long sword in his hand was already full of cracks, and this weapon that had entered the rank could not withstand the power of the sword.

"The second style of the sword, the sword is invincible!"

The thick sword burst through the air, constantly exuding a palpitating power.

"Humph!"

With a contemptuous smile, Zhang Xin's mirror image also broke through the air with a long sword, fighting strongly.

The twin swords fell, the space shook, the swords shattered, and people were injured!

Zhang Xin, defeated!