"Weak, do you know what is strong, what is weak?" Yuan Hao looked at Smith mockingly, and the corners of his mouth curled up a crooked arc.

"Strong! that's like this blow!" As if in response to Yuan Hao's taunt, Smith raised his finger. He poked his finger forward, turning his finger into a sword.

"Huh!" the finger broke through the air, and the sword qi was like a star, turning into an extremely sharp bullet stream.

Fast is no longer indescribable the speed of the bullet flow. Rui can't describe the strength of the bullet stream. Like the light of death. and like lightning that splits the sky. The space through which the bullet flow passed, brought up countless tiny cracks. Waves of visible ripples spread outwards intensively.

"It's kind of interesting!" Yuan Hao smiled faintly, first nodded slightly, and then shook his head gently: "But that's not enough...... Such power!"

As he spoke, he waved his arms like a pipa plucking the strings, and his five fingers gently touched the air with faint ripples.

The ripple marks are silky, soft and tough.

If Smith's bullet stream is a galloping military thorn, then the wave marks brought by Yuan Hao's waving of the pipa are dense fishing nets. With the thinness of the fishing net, it is naturally impossible to seal the military thorns with a roar. But one fishing net won't work, there's a second, a third.

As Yuan Hao waved his hands incessantly, the ripple marks in the space became denser and denser, and the fluctuations caused became more and more intense. One after another, the force like green silk pulled on the sharp and unforged bullet stream, reducing his speed little by little, and the strength was dispersed one by one, and finally turned into a soft cool breeze in front of Yuan Hao.

The cool breeze only brought up the messy hair on Yuan Hao's head, but it couldn't bring more threats to Yuan Hao.

This is Yuan Hao's world of consciousness - Yuan Hao has a body composed of consciousness here. As a body composed of consciousness, Yuan Hao naturally has hair and clothes on his body...... There are all aspects of a normal human being, which is too different from his body in the outside world, which is made entirely of energy.

"Hey, that's your strength!

His confidence made Smith shrink his eyes.

"And what do you think is really strong?" Smith asked in a deep voice with a cold face. At this moment, he had already realized that Yuan Hao who appeared in front of him was very different from what he imagined: "Is this because I am currently in his sea of knowledge? However, he should not be my opponent......"

Just thinking about it, he suddenly found that Yuan Hao on the opposite side had changed.

But seeing Yuan Hao close his eyes, his mind moved, and a wisp of fresh air rose up on the top door, and the volley turned into a ray of golden light. As soon as this golden light came out, the space of Zhihai trembled slightly, and ripples rippled with the dancing of the golden light, making this golden light even distort Yuan Hao himself in Smith's eyes.

"What is this?" Smith was a little surprised, his eyes widened, and he reached out to try to learn more about the existence of this golden light, but it was all in vain.

The distortion of the void made it impossible for him to see it really, and the misty Jinhua completely strangled Smith's spiritual power close to Jinmang.

"Damn, that's ......," Smith was surprised as his own vigilance reached its apex in an instant.

"Seal!" Smith snorted coldly, and a thought came out, and the entire space became viscous and solemn. Layer by layer of crystal barriers condensed in front of Smith, although it was only a thin layer, but in this void, between Yuan Hao and Smith, there were no more layers laid down.

This is also a similar response to Yuan Hao, and Smith believes that with such a barrier, he should be able to deal with Yuan Hao's attack.

Will this work? Smith was confident.

But Yuan Hao sneered lightly at this.

He opened his eyes. The essence under his eyes flashed, a thought came out, and the golden light above his head swept forward, and the crystal barriers arranged in front of Yuan Hao collapsed one after another. Glass-like shards fell one after another, startling Smith slightly.

His own crystal barrier couldn't stop Yuan Hao, Smith knew this completely, but he knew it, but he didn't think that his crystal barrier would be destroyed so easily.

In Smith's mind, the thin barriers that he had solidified should be able to block the golden light a little.

"Why...... Smith didn't think about it clearly, when he saw the golden light rising from the top of Yuan Hao's head and committing suicide towards him.

"Snort......" Countless sounds collided and penetrated, condensing and elongating the tail note.

With Yuan Hao's thoughts, that dazzling golden light suddenly slammed into the void like a golden dragon, shattering the heavens and the earth, shattering Smith's crystal walls one by one. The crystal barrier that Smith had high hopes for was too fragile in front of this golden light, and there was no comparison between the two at all, and it was crushed into slag almost instantly.

But in the blink of an eye, this golden light was like a ray of golden lightning, piercing the void and reaching Smith with an indescribable express.

"Not good!" Smith said secretly, raising his hand to meet the flying golden light and pressing into the void. A spatial fluctuation visible to the naked eye appeared on the palm of his hand, which was actually Merowenga's strongest defense, the Absolute Telekinesis Barrier.

It's just that compared with what Merrion was using at the beginning, it is less grand and delicate and perfect, and more pragmatism, which is only limited to the palm of the hand, like an arm shield.

"Come on!" a confident smile appeared on Smith's face again.

It was clear that Merrowinga had an extraordinary confidence in the defense that had condensed her six hundred years of wisdom and painstaking efforts, and that confidence now carried over to Smith.

Under the gaze of Smith and Yuan Hao, the dazzling gold and the absolute telekinetic barrier modified by Smith's super telekinesis finally collided together.

No sound.

There is no brilliance.

The blinding golden rays pierced through Smith's telekinetic shield the moment it made contact, and then slashed past Smith's side, drowning in the endless darkness of the void. But in the blink of an eye, everything passed, as if nothing had happened, but Yuan Hao looked at it seriously and found that Smith's palm disappeared along with this golden light.

"What?"

Smith's emaciated cheeks suddenly twisted violently, horror and pain, instantly freezing all his expressions.

The mutilation of the body has never been a problem for the Matrix's programs and viruses, and they can survive endlessly as long as the infinite resources of the virtual world are not deleted or the core code is not destroyed.

Even if you encounter a system upgrade, you can extend your life by patching, so throughout the Matrix plot, Smith does not show any pain no matter how many times he is deleted by Neo.

It is only in the third Matrix Revolution that he reproduces the prophet who already has a human nature, that he truly resembles a living being - surprise, hatred, pain, disappointment, anger, unwillingness, flesh and blood, love (for himself) and hatred.

But this time, Smith felt the pain, not from his limbs, but from his faith. In this confrontation in the sea of knowledge, everything is based on consciousness and spirit. The battle between the two is not a collision of forces, it is already a clash of wills, a duel of beliefs.

And in this duel, the self-righteous Smith met Yuan Hao, who had already realized that he was going to die, and he was defeated. This may also be regarded as a horizontal fear of the flute, and the one who is afraid of death.

Of course, this level of pain was nothing to Smith, almost as soon as he felt the pain, he automatically blocked it, but the ensuing anger immediately overwhelmed him, he stared at Yuan Hao fiercely, and said through gritted teeth: "Very good! This is the power you think you can fight with me? Although I have some ability, I still have to tell you that this is not enough at all." ”

Before he could finish speaking, Smith's body trembled, and his whole person fell apart like a grain of sand, disappearing into the void. When he reappeared, he appeared less than fifty centimeters in front of Yuan Hao.

"Huh!" he poked out a hand like a claw, pointing straight at Yuan Hao's throat.

Its speed is so fast, and the move is ruthless, so that Yuan Hao's eyes don't shrink.

"Such an attack...... Did you learn it from Meroline Pickup?" Yuan Hao's heart tightened, his body shook, and the whole person rose up like a flutter, and floated backwards at the moment of Smith's advance.

As fast as Smith's attack, Yuan Hao drifted backwards as fast, as if Smith was pushing Yuan Hao away. The distance between the two was always like that, Smith did not advance by a point, and Yuan Hao did not pull a point away.

"It's a bit of a doorway. Smith pouted, "But you're just going to hide!"

Smith let out a low roar in his throat, and a layer of blazing flames seemed to rise around him, faintly emitting a misty red light.

"Look at my flaming fist!" he said as he threw a punch, and the fierce and fiery fist came like a tide. But in the blink of an eye, the air crackled, and the heavy fist pointed directly at Yuan Hao, making him only feel a dullness in his chest, as if two iron mountains were crushing, and at this time, the void around Yuan Hao's body was condensed by his mental power and turned into a cage, setting Yuan Hao on the spot, forcing Yuan Hao to no longer retreat, except to parry, he could only eat his punch alive.

"Damn!" Yuan Hao gritted his teeth. He had tried to dodge, but he regretted to find that the spatial barriers around him that had been solidified by Smith seemed to be much thicker than those condensed by Smith before. It's not that he can't break it, it's just that it takes time to gather qi for this break, and Yuan Hao doesn't have the kung fu to gather qi at the moment.

So...... Can only parry?

But if he can really parry, then why is he stepping back now!

In fact, he doesn't have the strength to confront Smith at the moment. What he can stand here is only rely on the battlefield where he and Smith are fighting, and he can minimize his losses.

From the beginning to the present, the power that can be condensed is only a blow. And the power of this blow is just for him to be able to condense his power into the appearance of that golden short stick. Although he can attack for a longer time, Yuan Hao is also unsure whether that kind of attack can turn the situation around for himself. At this point, he can only do his best.

"Come back!" Facing Smith's fist like Tarzan's overwhelming, Yuan Hao narrowed his eyes slightly, and quickly gave an order with his mind.

"Huh!" A golden light flew by like lightning, and appeared in Yuan Hao's hand, and was smashed into Smith's fist by him.

"Huh!" Yuan Hao shook his wrist, the golden mang in his hand waved, hissing energy pierced the void, and in a blink of an eye, he swung dozens of sticks, and the sticks were full of strength, just like the sword qi of Sen Han.

I only heard the sound of "poof" continuously, and saw that the flaming fist that Smith swung was shattered by Yuan Hao's golden short stick in an instant.

"Damn...... What is this golden light, and why...... The fist of the law that I attacked would be easily crushed by him?, how could this thing have the power to shatter the law?" Smith was surprised.

Frightened, he became more and more unwilling. The extreme anger and cold murderous intent that came from the offense to the dignity of the superior made him look a little crazy. He didn't care about his punches, and struck out a series of fist blades that were as hot as lava, punch after punch, so that in the slightly dim space, the fist shadows were heavy, layer upon layer, and the suffocating punch power was all over the place.

Such a deadly fist, coupled with Smith's ghostly figure, looks like dozens of Smiths punching together, but it is very mysterious.

Smith's fist shadow flew sideways, and the attack was like a tide, and Yuan Hao's stick shadow was intertwined and guarded like a. However, in an instant, the two of them have gone through more than a dozen moves, one short stick is like electricity, and the other palm is as calm as a mountain. For a moment, the air flow between the two rolled up, and the void exploded. In the entire sea of knowledge, the wind was loud, and the piercing explosions continued to sound, and the entire sea of knowledge trembled under the majestic momentum of the two people, as if it was crumbling.

After a long period of attack, Smith's belief in victory was suddenly frustrated, and his strength suddenly weakened a lot. He showed a flaw that he shouldn't have, and Yuan Hao seized the opportunity to smash it down with a stick, and hit half of his body crooked again.

Under the severe pain, Smith staggered back, tilted his body and distanced himself from Yuan Haolai.

"Do you want to come?" Yuan Hao squinted at Smith who retreated, snorted softly, and asked in a cold voice.

"What the hell are you?" Smith asked.

"That's my baby...... You can think of it as an artifact! I guess he's probably the artifact of some god's mansion. Yuan Hao held the stick in his hand, and he felt a little more confident in his heart.

At this point, he was more and more glad that he was fighting Smith in his own sea of knowledge. Zhihai is his own, and he can condense this golden mallet - this is his own hole card, and this hole card is only valid here and in the real world. As for the matrix outside, Yuan Hao didn't know what the reason was, in short, this mallet couldn't be taken out.

This is the biggest difference between real and unreal. At least, that's the case for Yuan Hao.

"What? There is such a thing...... Smith knew that Yuan Hao was not lying, and his heart suddenly became extremely different.

"There's so much more you don't know in the world. Yuan Hao smiled slightly, his face showing indifference and confidence: "Don't you just catch it? Now you are not my opponent." ”

"Not your opponent!" Smith's mouth curled slightly, "Do you think you've won?" though I don't know why there are two of you. However, I'm sure you don't have the ability to have plural clones like I do. In this way, any of you who appears here has a meaning in existence. This is your sea of knowledge, and it's half of what I control. What do you think would happen if I killed your other one here?"

"You dare?" said Yuan Hao.

"Do you think I dare?" said Smith. When he appeared the next moment, he was already standing beside Yuan Hao's subconscious, who had been lying on the ground and had not moved. He lifted Yuan Hao's subconscious avatar with one hand and pinched the incarnation neck with his broad palm.

He turned his head, even through his sunglasses, the killing intent in his eyes made Yuan Hao suddenly feel like a shudder on his back. Looking at the expression on Yuan Hao's face, Smith suddenly smiled: "How about my script, is it exciting enough?"