Strange Fantasy: My Life Simulator

For this moment!Draw your sword and draw it! .

Chapter 96

Turn the sword intent, sword energy, and sword light that have been continuously refined in the past 30 years into a peerless sword light.

A sword cut out, earth-shattering!

Hold the sword, draw the sword, unsheath it!

"Chong"

The resounding sword cry resounded through the void.

"kill."

An earth-shattering sword intent, accompanied by the indulgent killing words, surged out desperately and pierced through the sky.

I shall hold the sword and live up to the blue sky.

30 years are like a sword, and the sword shakes the sky.

The moment the Qingyan Sword was finally drawn out of its sheath, the face of He Xing, who was still calm and mocking a second ago, suddenly changed drastically.

The sword intent soaring straight into the sky.

Invincible sword intent.

An earth-shattering sword intent.

This sword intent was so powerful that it seemed that a crack had been torn in the spiritual world of everyone present.

All the practitioners present who witnessed this sword felt a sword light in their minds, slowly rising, and everything roared, just like the rising sun, shining brightly in the world and shining everywhere.

The feeling of suffocation spread overwhelmingly, and the bright sword made everyone feel suffocated.

"what is this..."

The pupils of the Jindan powerhouse who came down with He Xing to persuade him to surrender began to shrink rapidly.

"It's just a 14 foundation building period...how could it be possible to cut such a sword..."

Horror, panic, and disbelief all filled the face of this Jindan expert.

You must know that He Xing was a strong man who was promoted to the Golden Core stage by the elixir bestowed by the Beast Palace, even though he had just been promoted not long ago.

But it is also a real Jindan period strongman.

"Today, I will eliminate harm for the sect."

"cut!"

After pulling out the Qingyan Sword, Luo Hao was full of endless catharsis, and his hearty roar echoed in the void.

At this moment, He Xing was already filled with unstoppable fear of this voice.

"Do not!!!"

He Xing, who had always been personable in everyone's impression, screamed in horror, his face distorted due to fear.

"Bang bang bang bang bang!"

All the instruments on He Xing's body, including the spirit sword, were activated at the same time, turning into bright streamers of light.

A top-grade spirit sword, a defensive robe, and a magic weapon bestowed by the Beast Palace.

"Buzz!"

A series of bright light shields moved with He Xing's spiritual power, and cast a phantom under the void.

During the continuous flashing, the spiritual power inside surged wildly and overflowed, and a defensive spell was formed in the blink of an eye, released, forming a defensive force field, covering his body.

The Golden Core expert on the other side also took a step forward, helping He Xing with a horrified expression to defend against Luo Hao's sword.

"Stop!"

At this time, He Xing yelled in horror, mobilizing all means, as long as he blocked the sword.

He never imagined that a person who looked like an ant in his eyes could strike such a terrifying sword.

Just block, block this spiritual sword.

This sword cannot be resisted at all.

"Oh!"

The eyes of the two Jindan powerhouses were wide open, fearful and fearful.

There was only fear on the face, unbelievable fear.

Under this kind of fear, their spiritual world is like a huge hole pierced by a huge lightsaber.

From the inside out, it keeps collapsing, shattering, and shattering.

During the process of the collapse, the light in the eyes of the two gradually dimmed, and there was a dead silence.

There was deathly silence, and everyone was still laughing wantonly and dismissively just a second ago.

Call Luo Hao the stupid, arrogant, and arrogant beast palace powerhouses.

The moment Luo Hao unsheathed his sword, he lost his voice and color at the same time.

This sword did not show any bloody light, it seemed to be a very ordinary and simple sword, but it cut off the lives of two Jindan experts.

Everyone, as if they had been hit by a hold spell, their eyes widened and their mouths opened wide.

Staring fixedly at Luo Hao who drew his sword out of its sheath and slashed out that sword, his mind went blank.

Everyone's spirit, will, and soul seemed to be taken away by the rising sword light, unable to return for a long time.

Draw your sword, unscabbard.

This is Luo Hao's sword, which is called the weakest direct disciple by many disciples of the same sect.

This is Luo Hao Luo Hao's sword that has been cultivated for ten years, tempered for ten years, and buried in the ground for ten years.

A sword, a peerless sword.

The astonishing sky shone brightly on the earth and shocked all living beings.

"This sword is the one I have prepared for 30 years."

Luo Hao looked at He Xing whose eyes were dimming, and said slowly.

The voice was very soft, even in this silent square, not many people could hear it clearly.

He Xing's pupils opened slightly...

He struggled, his eyes filled with resentment and resentment, he opened his mouth, as if he wanted to say something.

but....

"call out!"

The Qingyan Sword turned into a streak of cold light and passed by.

Blood was everywhere, and a head, mixed with blood, flew into the sky.

"I won't give you a chance to speak, no matter it's for the hundreds of fellow disciples on the ground who have gradually become colder."

"It's still the ancestors who fought hard to protect the sect far away in the sky."

"You are full of endless resentment like this, and you die aggrieved, and go to the king of hell to apologize to all the brothers and sisters."

Luo Hao held his sword and spoke softly.

"Boom!"

He Xing's head fell to the ground again and rolled over several times, unwillingness, anger, resentment, and fear were written all over his face.

Then, his body slowly fell backwards...

"Oh!"

The sound of the body colliding with the ground was like a thunderstorm in the dead silence, and everyone in the audience, no matter if it was the disciples of the Spirit Sword Villa or the Beast Palace, was shocked in an instant.

As if waking up from a suffocating nightmare. 310

"Chong!"

The Qingyan sword returns to its sheath.

Blooming a world-shattering brilliance, the Qingyan sword returned to its sheath again, and all the brilliance, all the brilliance, were covered by the scabbard again.

Luo Hao raised his head slightly, looking at the thick fog that gradually dissipated in the sky.

At this moment, the sword heart in Luo Hao's heart has been tempered, with this sword.

Let Luo Hao's mind clear up instantly, and the confusion and cloud that had been suppressed in his heart were pulled out with this sword.

Earth-shattering, completely dispelled.

Do whatever you want with the sword, and hold the sword without fear.

Luo Hao had a sudden feeling in his heart, through the spiritual power fed back by the Qingyan sword after condensing the heart of the sword.

Breaking through to the late stage of foundation establishment in one fell swoop, the temperament of the whole person seems to have sublimated a lot.

The sharp sword intent that was faintly coming out of the body before was completely invisible at this time.

In Nishang's eyes, he was almost the same as his master and head. The feeling Luo Hao gave him was even deeper than the feeling Luo Shang gave her.

The bright sword intent buried in his heart also made Nishang's eyes flash with light.

"This is my husband..."

The corner of Nishang's mouth inadvertently revealed a smile slowly.

Pulling out the spirit sword in his hand, he came to Luo Hao's side in a blink of an eye.

"Qiang! Qiang! Qiang!"

Behind Nishang, hundreds of Lingjian Villa disciples drew their swords and the sound resounded through the sky.

Everyone has no intention of retreating on their faces! .

Chapter 97

This fearless aura changed the expressions of hundreds of foundation builders in the Beast Palace.

Originally, the crushing momentum of the Beast Palace, the death of two Jindan powerhouses in an instant, and the superior side immediately switched over.

The battle was about to break out, as the first person released the flying sword.

Then the second, third, until the sky filled with flying swords rushed towards the strong man in the Beast Palace.

The two sides finally fought together, and Luo Hao and Nishang were the first to charge forward.

Originally, the strength of sword cultivators should be stronger than that of fellow cultivators. At this time, there are hundreds of sword cultivators, although their strengths vary.

But for a while, under the leadership of Luo Hao and Nishang, the Beast Palace was defeated steadily.

Luo Hao, who had achieved great success in cultivating the sword, could kill several people in a row with only a hundred steps away from the sword.

In a short while, more than half of the strong men in the Beast Palace lost.

Although Luo Hao's side also had many younger brothers and sisters sacrificed, overall it was better than the Beast Palace.

But at this moment, several figures in the sky fell down at the same time.

The four elders of the Spirit Sword Villa and the leader Luo Feng, the five of them fell to the ground together.

The breath was very sluggish, and it was very difficult to even get up. It was Luo Hao and Nishang who went together to help the five people.

And when Luo Hao helped Hai Tianci up, Hai Tianci spat out a mouthful of blood, and his breath gradually faded away.

The rest of the people were not too optimistic either, and there was a hint of despair in their eyes when they saw this Nishang.

On their side, there were only five Golden Core stage powerhouses in total, and at this time, some of them were dead or wounded.

On the top, there are still ten Golden Core powerhouses left in the Beast Palace, although they also have some injuries.

But it is absolutely impossible that they can deal with it.

The same goes for Luo Hao.

"Fortunately, I have already visited the hall, otherwise I might really have regrets."

Nishang looked at the ten Jindan stage powerhouses floating in the air in front of him, with a wry smile on his face.