Ming Dynasty and New Rome and Infinite Magic Machine

Chapter 943 Sword Power
"You're here? Is that you?"

In the arena, Wen Yuan looked at the man who slowly walked onto the stage - he could confirm that this was Shang Luo after a short rest.

Although the appearance was exactly the same as when Apollonia was in charge, Wen Yuan could directly feel the difference in the other party:
His long white hair was tied behind his back. He held the mini hammer in his left hand. The handle of the hammer was held by his ivory-white slender fingers. The veins and tendons were floating under his thin skin. The snow-white skin extended from his exposed palms and arms to his neck. His neck and earlobes were slightly red, and the red edges were also expanding with his breathing. This appearance was even more frightening than when Zhu Ling mistakenly identified him as a "fox fairy". But as long as he moved his eyes up and looked into Shangluo's eyes, this feeling would disappear.

There was a sense of rational madness in his wine-red pupils. Under the background of ordinary people, when Shangluo was exhausted to the extreme, the "pure power" revealed the tip of the iceberg. This was the power that a celestial being should have, but the power of uncertainty was restricted by a clear consciousness. Now Shangluo, like entering a drunken boxing state, showed a magnificent deterrent power in a semi-conscious and semi-conscious state.

"Hey, Shangluo, do you want to take a break?"

"I've already rested. I rested for ten minutes before going on stage. That's enough time for me to finish the fight with you."

"I don't mean physical strength. I'm scared to see you in your current state!"

"Really?" Shang Luo thought about it - he also knew what Wen Yuan meant. He was the one who felt the most deeply this kind of madness of power. He even thought that this might be the feedback caused by using magic.

[It is indeed possible that this state of ecstasy is a typical characteristic of Dionysian power.]

"But it should be fine." He looked at the sword pill in his hand, "I won't attack directly. I will only control this sword to attack you. This means that the attack you suffer is probably at the same level as your own strength."

"That being said, I'm still a little scared." Wen Yuan replied, "Are you sure this is okay?"

"You look like a man of action. You are more cautious than anyone else at critical moments."

"My family has only one son for three generations, so of course I have to be cautious. I am very afraid of death. But..." Wen Yuan thought for a while, "Okay. I am not a pushover. You have asked me to come here, and if I don't respond, I will be inferior. A cultivator cultivates the heart of Tao. If I hide from you, I will lose my heart of Tao."

"Oh, that's right. Fellow Daoist Wen, just stand there and take my sword. I think our realms can both be elevated."

"Why do I feel like everyone looks like a nail when you hold a hammer in your hand? Oh, no, you are holding a hammer in your hand." Wen Yuan suddenly replied, "Well, don't move your hammer, okay? Don't move it at all. I think your hammer is the most dangerous."

[Woo woo woo~~ It's really dangerous. Although it's just an ordinary hammer, it's this guy's life-long magic weapon. When he uses this hammer, it's the time when he can exert his power most smoothly. ]

Wen Yuan couldn't hear her hint. But as a cultivator, he could still judge the most basic good and bad luck. The hammer was murderous, but as long as he didn't touch it, everything else would be easy.

"So, how do we start? Who's going to call out the numbers?"

"I'll shout." Wen Yuan pulled out the imperial guards' spear and sword that was handed down from his family. He brought his sword with him when Shangluo wanted to duel with him. Although he knew that the sword was in danger of being damaged, it was a more appropriate fate for a sword to be damaged in a duel rather than decaying with the passage of time.

The sword itself was nothing special. There were a lot of similar swords in the Jinyiwei warehouse. The "family heirloom" was just a story. It was damaged in the fight, which was like replacing the story of the past with the story of today, which was not a loss.

He pulled the spear blade out of the scabbard, then turned around and stuffed the hilt into the scabbard and locked it with a buckle, forming a more than two-meter-long horse-slaying sword.

His right hand passed over the blade, and a flash of lightning appeared on the edge of the blade. This was the most basic thunder method, and its direct impact on the world was only "luminescence", and it could be performed without the foundation-building stage. However, after performing it, it had the power to break evil similar to that of a peach wood sword. As the name suggests, there would be no change when attacking mortals, but it could be strengthened when attacking extraordinary things.

"Come on. Make your move." Wen Yuan held the enchanted horse-slaying sword and made a parrying stance, blocking the blade in front of him.

"Then I'm sorry." Shang Luo threw the sword pill from bottom to top like he was throwing marbles. The sword pill's ideal form unfolded into an ideal sword that shone with a warm white light as it rose, and then flew directly towards Wen Yuan.

With a "clang" sound, the swords collided and Wen Yuan bounced the flying sword away.

"It's actually a flying sword." Although he was prepared, the mode of the fight still surprised him. "You can actually use a flying sword."

"How does it feel?"

"Hopeless." Wen Yuan replied, "When fighting with a flying sword, all the moves have to be started over again. Because you are not fighting a person, but a weapon. Even if I block the flying sword, even if I damage the sword, I still can't kill you - battlefield swordsmanship is based on killing the enemy, and now it's replaced with cold steel, it's simply outrageous."

[This is what it feels like to use a gun to shoot down a drone or a robot dog. Even if you can shoot it down, it doesn't matter. The other party may be using numbers to exchange for your life. If you fight to the death and get a one-for-one exchange, many people will go up to exchange their lives when they are desperate. But if it is just a robot dog or a flying fly, then even if you exchange it, it is worthless. Because only priceless life is worth celebrating, circuits and iron shells are just numbers. If you let yourself exchange one-for-one with iron, then your own value will be reduced to the level of iron. So.]

Apollonia thought for a moment: [A flying sword, even if it just appears here, must be a mental attack.]

"I see." He looked at Wen Yuan, "Then let's continue."

Before he could finish his words, the sword that had been bounced away turned around and swooped down again.

"Dang", there was another sound, and Wen Yuan pushed the sword away again.

He took a lunge backward and placed his knife on his left knee to facilitate his attack - after being hit twice, his experience had definitely improved.

"Although it is a blow to my spirit, its combat power is only so high. After all, it is a dead object."

"Yes. Indeed." Shangluo nodded, "Then how about this!"

Before he finished speaking, he grabbed the remaining 199 sword pills and threw them into the air at the same time.

[Arkadia Sword Formation! How come you subconsciously started using the elves' sword moves! ]

"Great, Arcadia!"

(End of this chapter)