In the bizarre and brightly colored idealistic world, two swift figures quickly skimmed across the pitch-black sea, crossing the islands of light floating on the sea, rolling up a storm of sword light, tearing the isolated islands they stopped for a short time to pieces, and then the two figures would skim across the pitch-black sea and move to other isolated islands to continue fighting, they were entangled along the way, leaving behind large swords and swords that seemed to be like substance, as well as one broken island of light after another.

As the battle time continued to lengthen, Wu Ming was also quickly adapting to the rhythm of the battle in the idealistic world, from the sword light in the stone to the sword that was freely retracted, and the figure constantly flashed on the surface of the dark sea, biting the traces of the black-robed man tightly, and it could be seen that he did not have a chance to escape.

But this can't make up for the battle gap between the two sides, and Wu Ming's rapid growth can't change the fact that he still eats turtles.

Unlike those who were able to pick their feet in the past, the martial arts of the black-robed man were obviously very good, and the swordsmanship moves were quite exquisite, even if Wu Ming could occasionally take the lead to shoot, every time the opponent swung the sword first, he could always hit the key point of his strength, and even threatened his body, in fact, if it weren't for the shield protecting Wu Ming, he would probably have died several times by now.

At the beginning, the reason why he was able to attack successfully with the sword in the stone was largely because he seized the opportunity of the other party's shock and distraction, and he unexpectedly slashed out the sword light to succeed in the sneak attack in one fell swoop, and when the black-robed man stabilized his position and began to fight steadily, Wu Ming's half-hung swordsmanship never took any advantage again.

The one-winged fantasy greatsword waved and waved in the hands of the black-robed man, weaving a sword net with a glimmer of light in the blink of an eye, and the sword light extended by the fantasy greatsword still continued its indestructible characteristics, and the momentum was about to tear Wu Ming to pieces, but the latter's face was as usual, neither mentioning the sword to resist, nor the slightest intention of dodging, and the figure did not dodge or dodge in a few flashes!

Under the pressure of dense sword light, the shield gradually revealed a hexagonal honeycomb structure, in a string of sparks higher than a string and the sizzling sound made when confronting the sword light, Wu Ming forcibly penetrated the sword net with the solid defense of the shield, and the surface of the sword body in the stone began to flash with excess extraordinary energy, and the surging golden energy wrapped the entire sword into a long sword of light, and even the sword body began to vibrate slightly because of the excess extraordinary energy, making a buzzing sound.

The light blow that should have been focused into a beam and launched out, attacking the enemy's lower three paths, was firmly suppressed by Wu Ming in the sword body, ready to attack. And his gaze searched in the bizarre world, and immediately locked on the black-robed man who was only a few positions away from him.

You can't escape.

A thought flashed in Wu Ming's heart, and when that thought took shape, he pressed down on the sword in the stone, and the energy that was ready to be slashed out with a sword!

As the sword light of the sword in the stone swung out, the entire idealistic world seemed to have a slight vibration, and the calm and waveless pitch-black sea level was rippled under this vibration of unknown origin, and the originally infinite space seemed to be confined into a narrow bundle at this moment, and this beam of space was the area covered by the sword light of the sword in the stone.

This is a very peculiar feeling, in fact, the bizarre and boundless space is still so vast and boundless, the sword light in the stone is ready to be slashed out with a sword, at most it is only a few meters, that sense of restraint is like an illusion that surrounds his heart, the black-robed man can completely dodge the sword light to the left or right, whether it is in terms of time or space, he has time to do so, but the strange fact is that no matter how he dodges, he will eventually fall into the attack range of this sword light.

In the next second, the body of the black-robed man was engulfed by the sword light.

The more the underlying rules are in an idealistic world, the more likely the direction of development of various events is to be influenced by the ideas of observers.

And the more idealistic the idea, the more firm the conviction, the more absolute the result will be.

When Wu Ming gradually realized the existence of this law in the continuous battle, he couldn't help but be a little ecstatic, although the idealistic world was chaotic, but this characteristic was simply tailor-made for him!

Isn't this the louder roar of the wave than the other person! If you're better than this, I'm not sleepy! Today I'll let you see my confidence in this old and middle school disease!

And apparently, the bottom of this world

The rules of the hierarchy are extremely biased towards the rules of idealism, and as long as the beliefs and thoughts are strong enough, the reality will inevitably be tilted according to the subjective conscious tendency of the observer.

Therefore, in fact, in terms of understanding the underlying rules of the world, as well as using and exploiting their nature, Wu Ming is far stronger than the black-robed people.

For the black-robed man, this idealistic world may be a home field to strengthen his abilities. But for Wu Ming, as long as he is given time, as long as he thinks, he even feels that he can rub the hydrogen with his hands!

This is also the reason why Wu Ming has been able to fight him until now, and the reason why the other party has not escaped is not that the black-robed man does not want to escape, but that he can't escape when he finds out that something is wrong.

You're the same as the rest of the committee members, and you're really a tough guy. There was a bit of annoyance in the black-robed man's layered voice, he obviously suffered a lot of injuries when he fled from the sword light, but these injuries were nothing to the psionics, and the wounds under his black robe quickly squirmed and recovered, even the black robe that was cut to tatters was restored as before, it was really a mistake, if I had known that you could extract the public's cognitive impression, I shouldn't have set the battlefield here

Is it too late to sigh now? I don't deny that your swordsmanship is very subtle, but in this kind of idealistic world, it is obvious that imagination affects the outcome of the battle more than your own martial arts and swordsmanship, right? Wu Ming smiled, but there was no meaning of chatting with him at all, and the sword in the stone danced and slashed out three sword lights, as if three people slashed at the black-robed man from different directions at the same time, each sword light sealed the opponent's dodge and defense routes, as if he was preparing to divide him into six sections.

The Secret Sword Swallow returns.

This is a swordsmanship used to recreate the sword technique used by a Juggernaut to slay down a swallow that can exercise dimensional jumping power through imagination and imitation.

If it is in the materialistic and objective real world, Wu Ming can only imagine his majestic picture in his mind, naturally it is impossible to become a reality, but it is different here, the idealistic world is completely unreasonable, when he swings a sword, the entire idealistic world seems to be cooperating with him, not only the three sword lights overlap each other to form an unavoidable and defensive attack, but even the surrounding bizarre scenes have become a long staircase built along the mountain, And he and the black-robed man stood in front of the temple gate at the end of the stairs and faced each other head-on.

The huge bright moon that occupies almost one-third of the night sky hangs high in the sky, the winding and rugged mountain stairs seem to extend endlessly to the top of the mountain, the autumn wind brings dead leaves to fall from the sky, bringing a bit of gloom, and in front of the temple gate, the two hold swords against each other, looking at each other without saying a word.

It looks like a very elegant scene, both for drinking and for duels under the moon is very poetic, but the next picture is not so friendly.

Wu Ming swung three swords in a row, and the sword body of the sword in the stone gradually became thinner and longer as he swung the sword, and finally slashed out three spiral sword lights at the same time, cutting the body of the black-robed man into several pieces from different directions, but immediately, the corpse pieces that had been cut into several pieces wriggled and fused into a mass of flesh shrouded in black mist, and quickly formed the appearance of the black-robed man after several wriggling.

The damage that should have been fatal obviously didn't cause much harm to the black-robed man, but he was secretly frightened: obviously, the other party's degree of invoking the power of the Idealistic World had risen to a new level, and it was only through imaginary use of means such as locking and blocking the space before, but now it could even affect the environment around the Idealistic World

If Wu Ming is given more time to adapt, what will the situation become?

The black-robed man was a little afraid to think about this problem, but fortunately, this guy's brain seemed to have a bit of a problem, and he could easily affect the environment of the idealistic world, but he only used this power for meaningless environmental changes, instead of making better use of its advantages for combat.

No, we can't drag it out anymore, we have to find a way to get out of the battlefield and pass the information back!

In the blink of an eye, the bright moon overhead, the winding mountain road steps, and the temple gate beside him were all shattered like mirrors, Wu Ming launched another attack, and the black-robed people had already made up their minds not to entangle, and after a few short exchanges to block the opponent's frequently attacked blades, they withdrew and tried to escape.

Although Wu Ming can't kill him in a short period of time, and he can't help the other party, but according to the growth rate of the other party, he may not be able to use it

How long will the other party be able to find the right way to kill him through the use of the rules of the idealistic world, or to keep him forever, he can't afford to take this risk, and he doesn't want to take this risk.

But Wu Ming naturally couldn't let the black-robed man go, seeing that he was no longer in love with the battle and even looking for an opportunity to escape, the sword in the stone buzzed and began to gush out streams of black as ink, thick and viscous like mud The black mud immediately covered the sword body, and then raised the sword and caught up with the black-robed man who retreated again and again, and a sword pierced his body.

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