In the office, Ling Shijian looked at the Purple Cloud Sword Immortal floating in front of him, took a deep breath, and the light sword in his right hand was completely condensed.

She finally didn't speak, raised her light sword, took a step forward, her body shook, and the whole person disappeared in an instant, flashing in front of the Purple Cloud Sword Immortal.

Figure, streamer at a glance!

"Dang!"

The two swords struck each other, making a crisp sound.

The sword in the Purple Cloud Sword Immortal's hand blocked in front of him, blocking the sword of the Spirit Poetry Sword.

She looked at the Lingshi Sword in front of her with condensed eyes, and said coldly: "Your exercises, swordsmanship, and body techniques are all taught by me, you dare to attack me?" ”

Ling Shijian held the sword and forcefully suppressed the Ziyun Sword in the hands of the Ziyun Sword Immortal, she stared at this Ziyun Sword Immortal with a pair of eyes, the Purple Cloud Sword Immortal she imagined in this illusion, the invincible demon in her heart.

A drizzle of sword qi condensed around her.

She replied, "Master, you're not that strong!" ”

A sword cultivator should be fearless and fearless. When the emotional ties have been sorted out, there is only the last demon left in her heart, the master who is pressed in her heart.

"The criminals who deceived the teacher and destroyed the ancestors!" The Purple Cloud Sword Immortal scolded angrily.

In an instant, the momentum around her body skyrocketed, and with a force in her hand, she directly slashed the Lingshi Sword and flew out.

"Bang!"

The Spirit Sword smashed through the office wall and stabilized itself in the hallway.

"Whew!"

As soon as she stabilized her figure, the Purple Cloud Sword Immortal turned into a purple shadow, chased in front of her, and slashed down with a sword!

It's also a streamer, and it's also a slash, just like her previous moves.

Without panicking, the sword aura of the Lingshi Sword was constant, and it also blocked the sword of the Ziyun Sword Immortal.

But the strength of the Purple Cloud Sword Immortal was much greater than her, although she blocked it, her body was cut back again, her feet ploughed out two deep pits on the ground in the corridor, and her back hit the opposite wall, knocking the wall out of a human-shaped hole.

Before she could stand firm by the wall, she unfolded a streamer glimpse, which was able to avoid another sword attack from the Purple Cloud Sword Immortal.

In the air, she pulled her left hand, and the drizzle sword qi condensed in the office was drawn out, like a flying sword, all attacking the Purple Cloud Sword Immortal.

"Spring breeze and rain?"

The Purple Cloud Sword Immortal sneered disdainfully.

All the swordsmanship of Lingshi Sword was taught by her, and Lingshi Sword knew it, she knew it, and it was stronger than Lingshi Sword.

So around her, it also condensed into one purple sword qi after another, and went to intercept the sword qi of the Lingshi Sword.

The sword qi of the Spirit Poetry Sword was transparent white, and the sword aura of the Purple Cloud Sword Immortal was light purple, and as their bodies pursued, there were more and more white and purple sword qi.

The body is close to the body, the sword enters the flesh, and the sword qi around the body is like a swarm of bees, and the two swarms move together with the body, and they also fight each other.

In front of the sharp sword qi, the reinforced concrete poured wall was as brittle as a wafer biscuit, shattering at the slightest touch; The iron and wooden tables, chairs and benches were like paper, neatly divided into two halves when the sword wind blew through them.

They look at the wall as if they were nothing, moving and changing in the corridors, classrooms, and offices, flickering and flickering, sometimes in the corridors, sometimes in the classrooms, which cannot be caught by the naked eye.

There are also students in the classrooms, and there are students walking around in the corridors, and when they pass by, whenever the sword qi overflows, there will be a bloody rain.

Ling Shijian has been suppressed and beaten by the Ziyun Sword Immortal, and after more than a dozen rounds of fighting, she broke through a wall again, rolled in the air a few times, and the sword qi around her body stirred up more than a dozen students in the classroom.

"Ahh Yes!! Yes!!! ”

In the classroom, the male and female students who had been conjured screamed in horror.

"Huh?"

Ling Shijian suddenly felt that those exclamations were a little familiar, and hurriedly took a closer look into the classroom, which was the class she was in.

Looking at her position by the window, she could see Zhang Ziyu looking at her in horror.

"Ziyu?"

Her heart moved.

"Bang!"

At this moment, the Purple Cloud Sword Immortal chased after her, and slashed down with a heavy sword, but she failed to stabilize her body and smashed it over there.

And the place where she smashed uncontrollably was where Zhang Ziyu was.

Still in mid-air, the sword qi that surrounded her rapidly turned Zhang Ziyu into a pulp, and Zhang Ziyu didn't even let out a scream.

"Smack!"

Lingshi's sword smashed to the ground, the tables and chairs were easily smashed, and she sank into the outer wall.

She was trapped in the outer wall, looking at the blood mist scattered in the air, it was Zhang Ziyu.

Her reason told her that this was an illusion, it was a fake Zhang Ziyu, and it was also deliberately done by the Purple Cloud Sword Immortal, she deliberately controlled the direction of the battle process and suppressed her here, just to kill Zhang Ziyu in order to stimulate her.

But her sensibility told her that it was Zhang Ziyu, the person she loved the most. Even if it's a fantasy, even if it's fake.

"Ahh

Her eyes turned red in an instant.

The dense sword qi surrounding her body stopped instantly, she stretched out her hand and held it, all the sword qi fused, she shook her body, came to the front of the Purple Cloud Sword Immortal, and sacrificed her sword.

"Bang!"

The Purple Cloud Sword Immortal was struck by this sword, "booming" through several walls, passing through this classroom, passing through the corridor, piercing through the opposite classroom, breaking through the window pane, and flying out of the teaching building.

The body of the Spirit Poetry Sword in the classroom here turned into a white streamer and pursued out from the hole that the Purple Cloud Sword Immortal had broken through.

The early summer sun was warm, and the Ziyun Sword Immortal in the broken glass and gravel looked at the Ling Shi Sword that had been killed, and laughed coldly.

The sword qi shot out, and she disappeared in a flash.

"Man, it will affect your state of mind." She left a voice, "Feelings will tie your sword." ”

Lingshi Sword appeared outside the window, suspended in the air and flew outside the teaching building, looked up at the Ziyun Sword Immortal in the sun, and said coldly: "Because of love, my sword has meaning and strength." ”

"Spring breeze and rain!"

She no longer restricted her cultivation, endlessly summoning thousands of sword qi.

"The bright moon rises from the Tianshan Mountain!"

All the sword qi flew towards the Purple Cloud Sword Immortal, and in the bright sunlight of early summer, he wanted to draw a picture of the bright moon rising from the Tianshan Mountain for the Purple Cloud Sword Immortal.

"I said, I taught you all your swordsmanship."

Ziyun Sword Immortal watched the sword qi condense into the Bright Moon Heavenly Mountain around him, raised his sword, and also drew a picture of the Bright Moon rising out of the Heavenly Mountain.

As soon as the two bright moons came out of the Tianshan Mountain, they were all knocked to collapse, and countless sword qi shot out irregularly, shooting everywhere in the school, and the teaching building directly below was shot into a sieve in an instant, trembling and not falling.

Ling Shijian didn't wait for the sword qi to dissipate, and faced the sword qi, and directly attacked the Ziyun Sword Immortal.

In an instant, the two fought together again.

And the battlefield went from cramped offices to schools; The moves have changed from simple sword moves to swordsmanship such as "the bright moon rises from the Tianshan Mountain"; The destructive power has changed from simply hitting the wall and chopping tables and chairs to a single move to a teaching building, and a sword qi to separate a playground.

In front of their sharp sword qi, everything in the school seemed so fragile, whether it was people or things.

Because it is an illusion, because the Purple Cloud Sword Immortal in front of him is all imagined by Ling Shijian himself, the strength of the Purple Cloud Sword Immortal is always stronger than her, and the moves performed by the Purple Cloud Sword Immortal are always the same as her.

Therefore, the Spirit Poetry Sword couldn't defeat this Purple Cloud Sword Immortal no matter what, and it was suppressed and beaten from beginning to end.

…… Of course, if it was a real Purple Cloud Sword Immortal, then there would be no need to fight this battle.

From a high perspective, this battle is actually Ling Shijian fighting with himself. How can you win against yourself?

The two of them fought a few times, and the whole school was crippled by them, and the teaching building became a sieve, ruins and broken walls, playgrounds, open spaces, and sword marks everywhere, hundreds of meters long, and a few feet shallow.

When Ling Shijian was forced out of the school, their battlefield changed from the school to Qingping City.

The school was in the south of the city, and when they reached the north of the city, the entire city was shattered and reduced to a sword qi battlefield.

The whole city is full of sword energy.

There is no need to repeat the stumps and rivers of blood.

When two top-notch Mind Realm Sword Cultivators fight to their heart's content, there will be such destructive power.

At school, or during the day; When we arrived in the north of the city, it was evening.

When the two of them hit the middle of the city from the north of the city again, it was already late at night.

At this time, the Spirit Poetry Sword, which had been fighting with all its strength all day, finally bottomed out its mana.

Ziyun Sword Immortal slashed again, she was powerless to take it, and was smashed from the air, and coincidentally, fell behind the Feiyu Hotel.

Ling Shijian controlled the direction and force of his landing, and smashed into Zhang Ziyu's bedroom.

Lying on Zhang Ziyu's bed, through the hole in the roof, watching the Ziyun Sword Immortal chase after her, a smile appeared on the corner of her mouth.

Actually, for her, the moment she slashed at the Purple Cloud Sword Immortal, she had already won. The outcome of the battle does not matter.

Because this is a fantasy.

The lightsaber in her right hand vanished, and her right hand merged into a sword finger and pointed at her forehead.

The Purple Cloud Sword Immortal flew into the bedroom, and a sword stabbed from the center of his eyebrows.

She said, "Heart Sword! ”

A sword light lit up from her brow.

The sword light became brighter and brighter, making the powerful Purple Cloud Sword Immortal dissipate in an instant, turning into light and dissipating in the air; The bedroom that called this Zhang Ziyu also dissipated. The Flying Feather Hotel, the Liyu Bridge on the side, the entire riverside road, and the entire city have all turned into light and dissipated.

This entire fantasy world was split by her heart sword.

The sword of the heart, specializing in breaking formations and illusions.

The world in front of her was shattered, dissipated, and the dazzling light lit up, Ling Shijian closed her eyes, and the white light flashed in front of her, and when she opened her eyes again, there was a thin darkness in front of her, and the clouds on the horizon were white.

It's the real world.

It's dawn.

"Heavenly ...... Lit? ”

Ling Shijian was shocked in his heart.

She stood up suddenly, and suddenly saw Zhang Ziyu standing in the steel bushes below.

Zhang Ziyu stood there quietly, facing her, with his back to the morning light, and there was a dead silence around him.

She had a sense that "he had rejected the light."

Seeing her stand up, Zhang Ziyu let out a faint voice and asked, "Awake?" ”

"What about Vinland?" She asked.

Zhang Ziyu said: "Are you okay?" ”

"What about Vinland?" She had a terrible guess in her mind.

Zhang Ziyu looked at her and was silent.

"What about Vinland?" Her voice trembled.

Zhang Ziyu didn't speak, so he ...... She understood.