Strange Fantasy: My Life Simulator

"As long as you surrender and make a blood oath, the Beast Palace will not do anything to you."

Nangong Po laughed twice, patted He Xing on the shoulder, with a look of appreciation on his face.

"You villain! Spirit Sword Villa has nurtured you for many years, but you turned against each other!"

"Betrayed the sect! Thanks to the few of us, we still listed you as a candidate for the sect!"

The peak master of Qixing Peak almost spat out a mouthful of old blood in anger when he saw He Xing who defected and went to the Beast Palace.

But He Xing's face slowly turned cold.

"You old man, the candidate for the sect is just talking nicely!"

"Do you think I didn't hear what you said to the old woman Luoshang?"

"You said that my understanding is a little weak, and my future achievements will definitely be lower than Luo Hao and Nishang. You want to disqualify me!"

"I will admit it! Five years ago, I asked you to help me and Nishang advance, but what did you say about me!"

"Let me cultivate well, don't let me give birth to the thoughts of ordinary people! And look at who is the person who is worshiping Nishang now!"

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He Xing's face became more ferocious and hateful as he spit out the words.

His words were full of dissatisfaction with his master and his family, and even more of jealousy towards Luo Hao.

His talent and comprehension are not as good as those of the two people below who have already paid homage to the hall. Forget it, even the sect will not recognize him.

"Okay, He Xing, go down and deal with those guys below."

"I will fulfill your wish. When I help you get rid of these old guys, you will be the master of Lingjian Villa."

"As long as you are obedient and obedient, the woman below will also be left to you."

Seeing He Xing's excited mood, Nangong Po patted He Xing's shoulder pityingly, although the words were all words of comfort.

But there was an absolutely unquestionable meaning in his tone.

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"It's Elder Nangong, the villain will definitely handle it properly."

It has to be said that the expression on He Xing's face changed, just like a comedian, he immediately showed a flattering and bright smile to Nangong Po.

At Nangong Po's signal, let a Jindan expert follow Nangong Po to the bottom.

Bringing about a hundred Foundation Establishment powerhouses, they landed on the ground, and all the other Golden Core powerhouses flew into the big hole in the sky as if they had a resonance.

Otherwise, the melee of more than a dozen Jindan powerhouses might destroy more than half of the entire Misty Mountain, which is something neither side wants to see.

What Nangong Po said in the air was also heard by the disciples of Lingjian Villa below.

Some people had very ugly faces, while others were very scared. Everyone was divided into two groups, one group thought that saving their lives was the most important thing in their hearts, and the other group was like the four elders, who would rather die than surrender.

At this time, He Xing had already started to speak good words for the Beast Palace in front of all the juniors and juniors.

At the same time, it also promised many benefits to many juniors and juniors.

But at this time, a voice suddenly came out: "A traitor who betrayed the teacher's school, what he said is somewhat credible. Don't you all know what the blood oath represents?"

"Xiu Xian's life is far longer than that of ordinary people, so in the next hundred years or even hundreds of years, will he be like a dog and live on his knees like him?"

As the voice of questioning sounded, a passage appeared in the crowd, and Luo Hao, who was wearing a red wedding dress, walked out of the crowd, holding his neon clothes.and.

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Looking at the person in front of him, He Xing's previous calm expression was gone.

Especially seeing Luo Hao walking out holding Nishang's hand, his expression became even more gloomy.

"Are you going to want to be that person who doesn't know how to flatter you?"

He Xing narrowed his eyes slightly, and looked at Luo Hao. His voice was extremely cold, and it was completely different from the He Xing who was talking and laughing with Luo Hao two hours ago.

"Send out the master gate and lead outsiders to attack the mountain gate."

"You are no longer from Lingjian Villa, no one will swear a blood oath today."

Luo Hao shook his head lightly, neither angry nor angry.

"Yes, Brother Luo Hao is right."

"Yes, absolutely not like this scumbag!"

"Shame on us Seven Star Peak, you bastard!"

Luo Hao and the disciples behind Nishang began to denounce He Xing loudly.

He Xing [-]'s face was furious, and he swung his right hand and shouted: "Shut up!"

The voice was so strong that all the disciples took two steps back for a moment.

The spiritual power has first gathered the prestige of heaven and earth, and it is so strong, it is obvious that it has broken through to the golden core stage.

"You guys who can only follow the booing, if you don't make a blood oath, you will die."

"As for you, Luo Hao, you must die today, and when you die, I will revisit the hall with Nishang for you."

He Xing started to laugh crazily, this time no one dared to speak out to mock He Xing.

The strength of the golden core stage is no longer something that disciples like them who refine qi and build foundations can compete with.

And at this moment, a cyan beam of light emanated from the sword mound.

It flew towards the square quickly, and turned into a ray of green light that landed in Luo Hao's hands.

"I haven't seen you in ten years..."

Luo Hao lightly stroked the blade of the Qingyan Sword, and a cheerful sword cry resounded in the square.

In the main hall of the square, the spirit swords around everyone's waists resonated.

"Perfect Spirit Sword... Those old guys are really biased!"

He Xing didn't understand the mystery of Yangjian Jue. After feeling the resonance of the spirit sword in his waist, the anger on his face became more intense.

"My husband's peerless spirit sword is made by raising the sword for ten years and tempering it for ten years."

"You despicable villain, don't slander the masters and my husband!"

Nishang on the side also frowned, she had taken off her hijab, her face was full of red makeup.

The heroic spirit approached He Xing, so He Xing didn't refute for a while, but looked at Nishang with fascination.

However, Luo Hao took a step forward and stood in front of Nishang.

He Xing and Luo Hao looked at each other, and the breath in the air gradually solidified.

The gowns on the backs of the two of them automatically moved without wind, but He Xing was the first to pull out the spirit sword.

"Junior brother, draw your sword, let me see you who have never drawn a sword in this life."

"What's the matter?"

A look of disdain flashed across He Xing's face. Although he didn't know much about Yangjianjue, there was a gap in strength between the two sides.

He Xing had already figured out how to play Luo Hao later, and then defeated him with one blow.

"Ten years of cultivating a sword, ten years of tempering a sword, and ten years of hiding a sword."

"Unexpectedly, today, my first sword will kill you, a traitor."

Luo Hao didn't pay attention to He Xing directly, but a flash of anticipation and excitement flashed in his eyes.

After 30 years, he finally wanted to draw his sword to see the elegance of the Qingyan Sword, but if he wanted to make the first move, he had to kill a scum like He Xing.

There was a little pity on his face.

"Arrogance! It seems that you, who haven't drawn your sword for 30 years, are hopelessly stupid."

"Let me teach you today, what is a sword!"

He Xing laughed twice, his words and eyes were filled with disdain for Luo Hao.

"Teach me how to use a sword, you are not worthy."

"With you, you can't even catch a sword from me."

Luo Hao said indifferently, his tone full of doubts.

And everyone at the scene was in an uproar, and it couldn't help being the hundreds of fellow disciples behind Luo Hao.

Or maybe the hundred or so strongmen behind He Xing were all puzzled by Luo Hao's exaggerated tone.

"Well said! I'll see how you kill me with a sword today!"

Instead of being angry, He Xing smiled, and the spirit sword in his hand drew a shocking sword energy, and slashed heavily at Luo Hao.

This sword strike was solid, He Xing not only wanted to kill Luo Hao, but also killed some of his fellow disciples behind him.

Give them a blow, and at the same time show his strength in the Jindan period.

On the other hand, Luo Hao's expression was indifferent, his eyes sparkled, and his energy and spiritual power kept rising and condensing.

Walking directly forward, everyone in the square except Nishang's unwavering trust in Luo Hao.

The disciples of Lingjian Villa, who were originally greeted by Luo Hao's enthusiastic words, had a faint sense of excitement and anticipation...  

But when the huge sword energy above the sky is about to fall, everyone.

Everyone thought Luo Hao was crazy.

This trace of boiling blood lasted for less than a second, and was annihilated by the rationality brought by reality.

"Oh!"

The stone bricks under Luo Hao's feet exploded suddenly.

The mud flew down, and his whole body burst out like a streamer.

The target pointed directly at He Xing, the Qingyan sword in his hand had not been pulled out, and the Qingyan sword was still wearing a scabbard.

A sword flower was pulled out, and the sword energy suppressing everyone in the sky gradually dissipated like a speck of light.

After dealing with the huge sword energy in the sky, Luo Hao stood on the spot again.

He holds the sword in his left hand and the hilt in his right hand.

Everyone held their breath at this moment, including He Xing, who was his opponent.

Everyone is looking forward to this moment, and the emotions in everyone's hearts are infected by the emotions emitted by the Qingyan Sword in Luo Hao's hand.

No roaring, no roaring, no hideousness, no madness.

Everything about Luo Hao and the Qingyan sword in his hand, after 30 years of concealment, is all suppressed, suppressed, and constantly suppressed.

Just waiting for the last moment to erupt.

Everything in the world, all living beings, is nothingness, and there is only one thing left in his eyes.

There was only one person under the locked eyes.

Under the breath lock, there is only one person.

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

That was He Xing, the distance between the two was slowly getting closer by 3.5.

80 meters, 70 meters, 60 meters... slowly to 20 meters, ten meters.

"Buzz"

The spirit swords were contending, and the Qingyan sword felt the anger that had been bred to the limit in the master's heart, and violently shook with killing intent.

There was a loud sword cry.

Catharsis, catharsis.

It feels that at this time, it has been conceived to the extreme, and has been tempered to the extreme.

The current Qingyan sword no longer needs to be suppressed, tempered, bred, or hidden.

There is no need to do anything else, just vent with the master.

Three decades, the life of an ordinary person can have several decades.

Ten years of raising a sword, ten years of tempering a sword, and ten years of hiding a sword.