Strange Fantasy: My Life Simulator

"It's not bad to have mysterious ice supernatural powers in one hand, and this kid looks quite extraordinary."

Yan Huang, who was sitting above the stands, looked at the two people who were constantly fighting with each other, with surprise in his eyes.

"Your Majesty, it is indeed this person, and this person seems to be a natural spirit."

"This Xuanbing supernatural power is much stronger than that kid Li Ranran."

"Prime Minister Li, the youngest daughter, I'm afraid she will lose today."

Lan Yunfei, who was standing aside, saw that Emperor Yan had spoken, and immediately lowered his body to respond.

"Commander Lan is right, it's not easy for a little girl to walk all the way."

"It's almost the same when I meet this kid."

The prime minister at the side shook his head with a wry smile, and looked at his little daughter in the audience.

And at this time, on the ring below, Luo Hao held an ice blade and slowly placed it on Li Ranran's neck.

Li Ranran wanted to struggle, but found that his feet were covered with frost at some point.

His lower limbs were already unconscious, covered by a layer of frost.

"Girl, admit defeat. Although your one-yuan heavy water is powerful, it is still not enough to deal with me."

Luo Hao looked at Li Ranran with a very gentlemanly look, although his words were somewhat arrogant.

But it made Li Ranran sigh lightly.

"You won, I admit defeat."

A look of disappointment appeared in Li Ranran's eyes, and he announced that he had surrendered.

Li Ranran, who was lucky to be able to enter this level of selection, finally lost at this time.

As for Luo Hao, seeing Li Ranran admit defeat, he immediately dispersed the frost in the arena, and then walked down the ring.

"Brother Yan, you've worked hard, it's up to me next."

"Monk, let me help you teach that little bald donkey in Beishan Temple a good lesson."

Seeing Luo Hao walk off the stage slowly, Yue Yatian also smiled and congratulated Luo Hao.

At the same time, he didn't forget to sarcasm, the monk Wan Nan beside him looked at Yue Yatian with an angry expression on his face.

And Yue Yatian just chuckled, and then turned into a streak of light and flew into the ring.

Originally, if it was a few days ago, Yue Yatian would not be sure that he would be able to beat this little monk from Beishan Temple.

But now it is different, with Luo Hao's Nirvana Pill.

Crescent Moon Sky has already completed a transformation, and the energy of the whole person is already very strong.

It's only one step away from Yuanying's Great Perfection. If it wasn't for the lack of time, Yueyatian might have chosen to break through.

At this time, when he fought against the little monk from Beishan Temple, he managed to win by a narrow margin and entered the top four.

"Little white face, what's wrong with your face so pale, I'm afraid you'll just abstain in the next round."

"But it's okay, you have no chance of winning when you meet the thirteenth prince, so you should just abstain."

Looking at Yue Yatian who came back with a pale face and a slight smear of blood at the corner of his mouth.

Wan Nan finally felt that he had regained his position, and immediately began to verbally attack Yue Yatian.

The angry Yue Yatian almost spurted out a mouthful of reverse blood, but he didn't care about all the difficulties, and just started to meditate alone to recover from his injuries, even though he might lose to the Thirteenth Prince.

How could a Taoist give up so easily.

"It's impossible for someone to abstain from voting. No matter what, I will help Brother Yan consume the spiritual power of the thirteenth prince."

"It's not like you, a monk, can't help you if you take advantage of Brother Yan."

Yue Yatian adjusted his breath slightly for a while, and after taking a elixir, he snorted coldly and looked at Monk Wan Nan.

"Brother Yue, don't force yourself, I will have my own way to deal with the thirteenth prince."

"If the injury is added to the injury, it will affect one's own foundation, but the gain will outweigh the loss."

Seeing Yue Yatian say this, Luo Hao had a confident look on his face.

"That's right. After all, it's Brother Yan. Brother Yan first wishes you a triumphant return."

"I'll recover from my injuries first, and I won't be able to see how you defeat that Jian Wuhen later."

Yue Yatian nodded, but the decision just now has not changed, and what he thinks in his heart is still to delay the thirteen princes.

Even if he loses, he still needs to use all his skills, so that Luo Hao is somewhat prepared to deal with it.

Seeing that Yue Yatian was so persistent, Luo Hao didn't say anything, and turned into a stream of light and rushed towards the ring.

Right now, Jian Wuhen, the descendant of Yunjianzong, has already waited on the ring with his sword in his arms.

An invisible sword intent rushed towards Luo Hao.

But at a distance of three feet away from Luo Hao, they were quickly separated, and even vaguely felt like they were broken by Luo Hao.

".~Sword Intent? You also know how to use a sword?"

Jian Wuhen opened his closed eyes suddenly, and looked at Luo Hao in surprise.

"There will be some."

Luo Hao nodded modestly, a white light flashed in his right hand, and a silver sword with an ordinary shape but exuding a simple atmosphere appeared in Luo Hao's hand.

This sword was taken out by Luo Hao from within his clan, and he was smelting and blessing it with his own feathers, turning it into a spiritual sword of natal magic weapon.

"I thought you only knew the mysterious power of ice, but I underestimated you."

"Get out the sword."

Jian Wuhen looked at Luo Hao arrogantly, and the sword that was originally wrapped in his hands was also taken down (maybe, Wang Hao).

He looked straight at Luo Hao, but he didn't say he wanted to make the first move. Instead, he wanted to see Luo Hao's move first.

"Since that's the case, it's better to obey than to be respectful."

Luo Hao smiled slightly, exuding a sharp sword intent from himself.

As the feather sword in his hand moved lightly, Jian Wuhen vaguely saw an ice phoenix appearing behind Luo Hao.

A phoenix cry brought Jian Wuhen's consciousness back instantly.

And a flash of sword light has condensed into a thread and rushed towards him at high speed.

Originally, I just wanted to test Luo Hao's understanding of swords, and to try Luo Hao's sword intent.

But at this time, Jian Wuhen, who was originally relaxed and calm, felt a sense of danger.

The danger suit that burst out from the bottom of my heart.

"Qiangqiang!"

The love sword in Jian Wuhen's hand was pulled out in an instant, and it was also confronted with an extremely sharp sword light.

"Clang!".

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The two sword lights collided instantly, and there was a sound of metal clanging.

Some monks watching the battle below felt a roar in their brains instantly, and their eardrums seemed to be shattered.

Some low-level monks began to bleed from their ears.

All the monks in the audience looked at the two people on the stage with a look of fear. Such a sword intent is not something that ordinary people can cultivate.

"There is such a sword intent... It seems that I underestimated you..."

Jian Wuhen sighed softly, and the contempt in his eyes gradually turned serious.

There was even a burning fighting spirit, which began to burn continuously from the chest.

Everything in the world, all living beings, are all nothingness, and in Jian Wuhen's eyes, there is only one person left.

There was only one person under the locked eyes.

With the air machine locked, there was only one person.

Under the mental lock, there is still only one person!

The distance between the two was shortened as the two continued to step forward.

60 meters, 50 meters, 40 meters...ten meters, five meters.

"Buzz!"

The two swords seemed to have sensed the fighting intent in the master's heart that had been bred to the limit. When they vibrated violently, there was a loud and clear sword cry.

Two peerless sword lights split out from their hands, shaking the heavens and the earth, and the resounding sword chant resounded through the void.

"kill!"

463 An earth-shattering sword intent, accompanied by Jian Wuhen's indulgent roar, rose from the ground and pierced through the sky.

"I will hold the sword and live up to the blue sky!"

A cold light flashed in Luo Hao's eyes, and the sword intent covering the sky was instantly dissipated by Luo Hao's roar.

A sword came out, and the sword came out to shake the sky.

A sword intent that soars into the sky, an invincible sword intent, and an earth-shattering sword intent.

This sword intent was so strong that Jian Wuhen wanted to kneel down and worship him.

A crack was even torn in Jian Wuhen's spiritual world, and all the practitioners present who witnessed this sword.

I felt like there was a sword light in my mind, rising slowly, and everything roared, just like the sun rising in the east, shining brightly in the world and at the same time shining in all directions.

This sword suffocated everyone with its brilliance.

"Jian Xin! In addition to innate supernatural powers, this kid has also cultivated Jian Xin!"

Emperor Yan, who had praised Luo Hao very much before, couldn't help shrinking his pupils when he saw such sword skills.

"It's just that the Nascent Soul Stage has already cultivated Jianxin like that Jian Wuhen?"

"how can that be!"

Lan Yunfei, who was standing beside Emperor Yan, saw such a sword light, his eyes immediately showed disbelief, and he stared into the ring with wide eyes, unable to calm down the shock in his heart for a long time.

"Jian Wuhen's sword heart is not complete, his sword heart has flaws."

"It's stronger than Sword Intent, but it's very different from the real Sword Heart, and this sword is definitely Sword Heart."

The exclamation on Yan Huang's face slowly returned to its original state, and his gaze towards Luo Hao was full of surprise.

"This kid is really amazing, and this year's True Dragon List must be this person."

Lan Yunfei was horrified, and the prime minister beside him was even more stunned.

The strength of the younger generation is the peak of human orthodoxy, and at this time a younger generation who is only a hundred years old.

With the existence of Jian Xin, it can be said that he is definitely a strong man who can support an era.

"Crack..."

At this moment, the arena began to collapse continuously, and gradually countless cracks spread from Luo Hao's feet towards the surroundings.

"Bang bang bang bang bang!"

All the magic weapons on Jian Wuhen's body turned into bright streamers at the same time, shattering in all directions.

And Jian Wuhen had a hideous wound on his chest, and he gradually fell backwards.

Known as the possibly strongest sword of the younger generation, Jian Wuhen was completely defeated in one move!

It was his best sword moves that defeated him, not just Jian Wuhen's confidence.

Also defeated was Jian Wuhen's imperfect sword heart.

A stream of light flew from under the ring, glanced at Luo Hao fearfully, and left directly holding Jian Wuhen.

And the Great Elder Feng Ting and the Third Elder, who had been hiding in the crowd watching the battle below, looked even more dull.

They have always known that Luo Hao, who was born in (bedf) Bingfeng, is very good at Beiming Xuanbing.

But unexpectedly, the sword heart, which has always been hailed as the ultimate move among the human race, was actually learned by Luo Hao.