Han Sen stretched out his hand to hold the hilt of the sword. Bao'er, Qin Bai, Jia Sizhen and Baili Tianya all looked at Han Sen with wide eyes, thinking maliciously in their hearts, wondering if Han Sen was affected by the power of the sword. , can you also dance like that?
Facing a world-breaking sword, Han Sen naturally did not dare to be careless. The power in his hands was condensed, and two completely different forces, positive and negative, were activated, condensing into a world-breaking force. Through Han Sen's hands, he moved toward Passed on the sword.
The boundary-breaking power composed of the Blood Meridian God and the Xuanhuang Meridian has the ability to analyze the origin of life, decompose and reorganize it. It is a power that is very close to the original essence of living things.
Although the attack power is not strong, it has a very powerful effect on various life forms.
The moment Han Sen held the sword, the boundary-breaking power flowed towards the bronze sword. The bronze sword suddenly let out a shocking sword cry, and a cyan sword light erupted from the sword body, which actually blocked Han Sen's red boundary-breaking power. From the outside, it is difficult to penetrate.
Not only that, there was also a dreamlike power seeping out of the cyan sword light, which actually passed through Hansen's boundary-breaking power. Hansen suddenly felt his head roaring, as if there was some kind of terrifying force. Power invades it.
Han Sen's face changed. The power of the bronze sword was stronger than he expected. It seemed that he didn't use all his strength to fight against Han Sen's boundary-breaking power. He still had enough power to emit strange power and invade Han Sen's brain. , I want to control him like I control Baili Tianya.
However, Han Sen's willpower was much stronger than that of Baili Tianya. Although there was a strange impulse in his mind, Han Sen still restrained his emotions and stood there motionless.
Han Sen stood with his sword in hand, standing still like a stone statue. The green light on the sword formed a strong contrast with the red light on his body, bursting out with unparalleled brilliance.
"Can Han Sen do it?" Qin Bai looked at Jia Sizhen and asked.
Jia Sizhen shook his head slightly: "I don't know."
At this time, they really couldn't tell who had the upper hand. The battle of strength was still secondary. The real battlefield was on the spiritual level. Unless the winner was determined, outsiders would not be able to tell at all.
Han Sen's heart is as solid as stone, but the spiritual power coming from the sword is like crying, just like an infatuated woman. Love is a poison that corrodes the bones. Although the spiritual power is not strong, it is infatuated. No matter how strong Han Sen's willpower was, he still felt that he was gradually being penetrated by that spiritual power.
Han Sen frowned slightly. He didn't want to dance in front of everyone like Baili Tianya, so he quickly focused his mind to fight against the spiritual power in the sword.
The power of the bronze sword seems to be endless, as unfathomable as the sea. Han Sen can only fight against the power of the bronze sword by turning his heart into stone and not being invaded by external objects.
There was a stalemate between one person and one sword. Qin Bai and others stared at them with wide eyes, but Bao'er looked at the sword, seemingly thoughtful.
At this moment, the seven words "One inch of lovesickness, one inch of gray" engraved on the bronze sword shone with strange brilliance. Han Sen's face suddenly changed, and he felt that the spiritual power suddenly changed from the power of a river to The shocking tsunami actually reflected an image in his mind.
Han Sen was shocked that this was a hallucination in his mind, a sign of his own collapse.
But when Han Sen saw the mental illusion clearly, he was slightly startled.
The illusion formed by the bronze sword in his mind turned out to be a beautiful young woman. The woman's eyebrows were like a painting, and her beauty was beyond human.
Han Sen used to think that Gu Qingcheng was already the pinnacle of beauty. There should be no woman more beautiful than her in the world. Even a true goddess would not be more beautiful than Gu Qingcheng in terms of appearance.
But seeing the woman in the fantasy today made Han Sen overturn this deep-rooted thought. Even Gu Qingcheng was not even half as good as the woman in the fantasy.
But beauty is not the part that surprises Han Sen. Han Sen has seen many beautiful women. Although they are not as good as the woman in this fantasy, they are all peerless beauties with their own charms. Han Sen has long since passed the age of being judged by her appearance alone. The age that determines likes and dislikes.
The reason why he was surprised was that this woman looked so familiar, as if he had seen her before somewhere.
To be precise, this woman was similar to someone Han Sen was familiar with. Her facial features and eyes made Han Sen feel very familiar. Bao'er's face immediately appeared in Han Sen's mind.
Yes, this woman's eyebrows are very similar to Bao'er's, except that Bao'er has a baby-fat face and looks cute.
This woman has the beauty of a mature woman, and her figure is naturally not comparable to that of Bao'er, but her facial features and expression are very similar.
Han Sen's mind was still a little turbulent at first, but after seeing this face, Han Sen surprisingly calmed down and was no longer corroded by the mental power.
"How could this happen? A woman so similar to Bao'er would appear in the sword? Could this be my own imagination of what Bao'er will look like when he grows up?" Han Sen was surprised, but after thinking about it, he felt uncomfortable. possible.
His will has not been completely broken yet, so it is impossible for a spiritual reflection to appear now. This woman's illusion must be the reflection forcibly coming from the sword.
The woman in the illusion frowned slightly, as if she was in a state of unresolved sorrow, which made people feel pity in their hearts.
The woman stared at Han Sen like that, and chanted like a song: "One inch of lovesickness, one inch of ashes..."
Although it was an illusion, Han Sen could clearly hear the woman's voice. The unforgettable voice kept echoing in his mind, echoing over and over again, and the voice became louder and louder.
The voice was filled with endless pain of lovesickness. As the echo got louder and louder, Han Sen's will also fluctuated with the echo. He couldn't control his emotions and shed tears in his eyes.
Han Sen stared at the woman's face, because only in this way could he see some shadow of Bao'er on that face, so that his will would not be completely overwhelmed.
The echoes in Han Sen's mind were like stormy waves, forming one wave after another in Han Sen's mind, impacting his remaining inner heart.
Qin Bai and Jia Sizhen felt that something was wrong when they saw tears in Han Sen's eyes, and they couldn't help being shocked.
"Is Han Sen going to be controlled by that sword too?" Qin Bai asked nervously.
Although he also wanted to see Han Sen dance, he was afraid that something might happen to Han Sen.
No one could answer him, because even Jia Sizhen and Baili Tianya couldn't see what was going on now.
"Mr. Han is not completely lost yet. He should be able to hold on for a while." Jia Simizhen said uncertainly.
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