Regarding the clever finger between the two people in the room, everyone was confused. Can they still speak well? Can they do whatever they want if they are strong?

"If you really can't let go of your hands here, let Brother Roy choose the battlefield for this battle." Ray said with a very handsome general.

"For me, anywhere can be a battlefield." Roy smiled, "Has Senior Reilly felt the difference in this place?"

"Hmm? This feeling is..." Reilly closed his eyes and felt it slightly, and said in amazement, "What a wonderful idea, it actually makes the dream overlap with reality. If I was not wrong, this is your dream, Brother Roy."

There is no obvious distinction between dreams and reality. For Roy, dreams and reality are both sides of the same existence.

Roy also sighed that during the battle with Molia that day, until the end of the battle, Molia did not find anything wrong, but Pluto Rayle instantly perceived the mystery.

You should know that the pictures in the dream are completely a reflection of reality. The authorities are confused and the bystanders are clear. People in the real world may quickly find something wrong, but Raylei, who is in the dream, is easily trapped in the fog of the dream.

In this case, Rayley could instantly find himself in a dream. It has to be said that the legend will never grow old!

"Senior Rayley's eyes are indeed as sharp as a torch."

"Fighting in a dream is really a wonderful experience, but Brother Roy, your dream must be firmer. If our battle breaks the bar, my old bone skin will be stripped off." Rayleigh did not feel embarrassed at all.

"If you let go of your hands and feet, this dream will naturally not last long before it will shatter. But if you just compete in swordsmanship, I think it can still last for a while."

Everyone stared at the scene in the dream without turning their eyes, their eyes sore and they didn't dare to blink. This level of battle is rare for decades, and missing a second is a huge loss.

Xia Qi also looked at the so-called dream with interest and did not pay much attention to the battle process.

She knew how powerful that lazy old man could burst out when he was serious. Although Nightmare Roy was extremely sharp, he was still too immature compared to Reilly.

"Huh? This breath is... a demon sword?" Feeling the sudden appearance of the seven-star sword aura, a hint of surprise appeared on Rayleigh's face.

Of course, as a great swordsman, Reilly naturally would not demonize the so-called demon sword like ordinary people. The demon sword controlled by ordinary people and the demon sword controlled by great swordsman are completely different from the same concept. The former is controlled by the sword, while the latter is the master of the sword.

"The Cursed Ominous Blade--Seven-Star Sword!"

"A magic weapon comparable to the supreme fast sword, Brother Roy is really lucky!" Ray said enviously. Even if he did not get the supreme fast sword, after all, the supreme fast sword is rare in the world, and it is difficult to find it in the entire sea. If you want to get it, strength and opportunity are indispensable.

Of course, with Rayley's strength, as long as you don't fight with a character like Hawkeye, there is no difference between having or not having a supreme fast sword. A good fast sword can still exert its power to destroy the world in his hands.

"Senior Reilly, then I will start attacking." In front of people like Reilly, Roy naturally would not be too arrogant.

"Come on, let me see the power of the new era."

boom!

Both of them are strong men standing at the top of the swordsmanship, one is the great swordsman, and the other is the peak swordsman who is only half a step away from the great swordsman. Even if it is just a simple swordsmanship competition, it still has the terrifying power of splitting mountains and slashing mountains. The whole dream is trembling, and the junction of illusion and reality has wrinkled.

Even with the advantage of weapons, Roy was completely at a disadvantage, like a ball that was constantly being hit, flying around in the air.

But Roy didn't gain anything. In fact, fighting a peak figure like Rayley, even if it's just purely beaten, is a valuable experience.

Moreover, with Roy's swordsmanship, he would not have no power to fight back.

"What a powerful and domineering sword force!" Reilly's mouth was a little numb. While sighing that time was unforgiving, he was also amazed by Roy's momentum.

"Senior Rayley was joking. No matter how violent the wind was, it could not shake the silent earth."

"I seem to feel that the power contained in each attack by Senior Reilly is not much stronger than mine, but it can completely suppress me. If I am not wrong, this should be the mystery of the Great Swordsman." Roy asked with excitement.

"Brother Roy's understanding is indeed extraordinary. He noticed this so quickly." Rayleigh exclaimed and continued: "The sword force is the embodiment of the heart. Brother Roy, you attach too much importance to the power of the heart and ignore the others."

Rayley also sighed that the power of the heart is so mysterious and elusive that most swordsmen are stuck at this threshold and cannot be stored.

But Roy walked too far on this road, so he could not see Mount Tai.

"Brother Roy, pay attention to the power contained in my sword. Only by perceiving it and experiencing it can you truly open the door to kendo."

Rayley was originally an actionist, and compared to words, he was more inclined to use his sword to explain the problem.

Reilly's sword approached quickly, as if galloping lightning was about to cut through the sky, but Roy did not move at all, but just felt the power contained in Reilly's sword.

"What is more than me in his attack? Speed, power, sword force? No, no, what is it?" Roy was completely immersed in his own world.

Reilly's sword was getting closer and closer, and even Roy could feel the sharp pain between his eyebrows, but Roy still ignored it and recalled his own understanding of the sword.

After ten years of coming to the pirate world, I have been constantly honing my sword skills, which is the power of the "body"; under the stimulation of the wild wolf Monroe, I have realized that the iron is the power of "skill"; using the two major generals as whetstones to understand the sword power, which is the power of the "heart".

"So that's the case. If you just pursuing the power of your heart, you will fall into the inferior. Only by combining the three mind, body and skills, the power of swordsmanship is the power of your own. Only by integrating all things can you cut off all things!"

For most swordsmen, even if they understand the mystery of the great swordsmen, it will be extremely difficult to break through this shackle.

But Roy is different. His three aspects of mental and physical skills have already broken through the limits, and what he lacks is nothing more than the understanding of the back path.

Break the shackles and wash away all the dew.
Chapter completed!