Fantasy Simulator

"Feel sorry......."

Standing at the same place, Xiao Han felt the terrifying aura coming from ahead, looked at Song Qingruo in his arms, with a wry smile on his face: "I have nothing to do..."

At this point in the matter, all his hole cards have been exhausted, and he has no choice but to face the mighty Buddha Sword in front of him.

In fact, he was able to achieve this step, which is already quite remarkable.

After all, this is not ordinary, but a real magic weapon, and in the hands of Huo Changliu, most of its power has been exerted.

To put it bluntly, even if a real cultivator of transforming spirits stood in front of Huo Changliu at this moment, he would have no way to deal with Huo Changliu who was holding a floating butcher sword, and he would be beheaded by him easily.

Xiao Han's ability to achieve this level all the way is already extremely good.

In Xiao Han's arms, Song Qingruo didn't speak, but exerted a little force on her arm, and silently hugged Xiao Han tightly.

Her face was still pale, without the slightest trace of blood, but at this moment she showed a rare smile.

Facing Xiao Han's regretful gaze, she didn't say much, but shook her head slightly, expressing her attitude in silent words.

In the past, even though Song Qingruo used the coldest attitude to show others, it was rare for this moment.

Sensing Song Qingruo's intentions, Xiao Han was also a little surprised, but he quickly accepted it and smiled softly.

Without too much hesitation, at the critical moment of life and death, all past concerns and hesitation were put aside.

He hugged Song Qingruo, and slowly closed his eyes, ready for the last moment.

In mid-air, feeling the terrifying power of the Futu Sword, the World Stone let out a mournful cry, and then fell directly, blocking Xiao Han and Song Qingruo.

However, it cannot be stopped after all.

If there is no accident, even if it is a world stone, it will only delay a few seconds.

However, in the present moment, that alone is enough.

In the sword mound, at the moment before him, the fluctuation of vitality suddenly changed, from the original extreme chaos to calm.

In the distance, it seems that something has broken out and manifested in the world.

The power of Futu Sword slowly stopped.

"what happened?"

In the same place, Huo Changliu frowned as he felt the change of the Futu sword in his hand.

In his hand, the blood-colored Futu Sword was trembling, as if it had sensed something, and the sword spirit within it was rapidly waking up, instinctively feeling terrified.

This feeling of solemnity was never felt even when the two divine weapons appeared before.

"What is going to be born?"

Following the induction of the Futu Sword, Huo Changliu looked towards the direction in the distance.

From his field of vision, it was a dazzling brilliance.

In mid-air, an ancient sword descended from the sky, and finally arrived at this moment.

It was a rusty ancient sword full of iron, it looked like an ordinary soldier, very ordinary.

In this sword mound, ordinary soldiers of this level are almost everywhere, and there is nothing to cherish at all.

If it is normal, even if it is put in front of their eyes, they will not take a look.

But now it is clearly different.

Looking at the ancient sword that suddenly manifested in front of him, Huo Changliu's eyes were solemn, and he felt a terrifying power recovering from it.

"Is that you?"

The familiar aura came again.

In front of him, Xiao Han slowly opened his eyes, watching the ancient sword appearing in front of him again, he couldn't help but heaved a sigh of relief, and became at ease again.

Although the appearance has become different, the aura is still generally clear.

Xiao Han could tell at a glance that the rusty ancient sword in front of him was the same ancient sword he had found when he entered the Sword Tomb.

At the beginning, it was this ancient sword that changed his fate, allowing him to step from an ordinary little monk to where he is now.

And now, five years have passed in a flash.

He is no longer that little monk.

Thinking of this, he took a deep breath, then stretched out his hand, and slowly grasped the ancient sword in front of him.

Along with his movements, the ancient sword in front of him began to transform.

A little bit of rust began to fall, and the dark golden glazed sword body appeared, with textures formed by runes on it, as if the heavens and the earth were condensed, with a sense of vastness and mystery.

It hasn't really revealed its true face yet, just the initial appearance of its appearance can make people feel a unparalleled domineering and terrifying, like the king of soldiers, ruling the world.

At this level, everyone can see that this must be a supreme magic weapon, not inferior to any other magic weapon.

However, in front of his eyes, the speed of the ancient sword's changes was very slow, and it seemed that it was still unable to show all its sharpness.

This made Xiao Han frown, and Huo Changliu on the opposite side couldn't help but sneer.

"It's a good chance that a magical weapon broke out and the main body descended..."

Standing in place, he looked at Xiao Han in front of him, and couldn't help but mocked: "It's a pity, although the magic weapon is good, it needs a qualified soldier master to control it."

"Looking at the current situation, Junior Brother Xiao, I'm afraid you are not worthy."

Hearing Huo Changliu's mocking words, Xiao Han's heart moved, but he was not annoyed by it.

He was originally a little monk with a humble background, his parents were just ordinary people, and he was already used to being ridiculed by others.

Although Huo Changliu's ridicule is embarrassing, it won't make him very angry, it's just normal.

Standing where he was, he was about to say something when he suddenly felt something.

A slender hand stretched out, silently added to his hand, and together with him held the ancient sword in front of him.

That was Song Qingruo.

In Xiao Han's arms, she still looked weak. Listening to Huo Changliu's words in front of her at this moment, she also didn't say anything, but stretched out a hand silently, with encouragement in her eyes.

boom!

A burst of crisp sound spread, so far.

In front of him, after Song Qingruo also shot, the ancient sword changed rapidly, all the rust on it fell off, and it seemed like a new dawn, emitting a terrifying brilliance.

The dust has cleared, and the sun has risen!

At this moment, in the entire Sword Tomb, the ground that was constantly shaking due to the confrontation between the gods and soldiers began to stop cracking, the violent vitality everywhere gradually recovered, and the broken space inch by inch began to heal.

This does not mean that the majesty of the three earthly weapons such as the floating butcher sword has disappeared, but that a stronger and more terrifying force has appeared, forcibly suppressing the earth's wind, water and fire, suppressing the sky and the universe, making everything in the four directions silent and completely restored .

The breath of the most divine and holy is revealed.

On the ancient sword, a stream of pure divine power spread out, scattered in all directions, and erupted at this moment, covering the entire sword mound almost instantly.

Invisibly, two stars rose in mid-air, one radiated infinite sunlight, and the other was like a black hole, devouring all light.

Light and darkness are intertwined at this moment, just like the cycle of the world.

The profound meaning of the law is manifested here, as if to return to the place where the world was created, when all things began.

The entire sword mound trembled because of it, and the power of law was permeating and brewing.

Invisibly, the mighty divine power spread from the ancient sword, and slowly blessed Xiao Han and Song Qingruo, allowing it to fit with the ancient sword and form a whole.

Huo Changliu's expression finally changed.

He felt the trembling of the floating butcher sword in his hand.

Previously, when the World Stone was displayed, the Buddha Sword did not move, and it was not afraid.

When the phantom of the divine soldier was summoned, the floating butcher sword shook, but there was only desire.

But at this moment, when the power of that ancient sword was fully awakened, and the power enough to change the world was truly displayed, the Futu sword shook again, but what was transmitted at this moment was full of fear.

The sword spirit of Futu Sword is afraid, afraid.

There is no doubt that the essence of the Buddha Sword and Sword Spirit is extremely high, and there are many more things that can be felt.

Therefore, his keen sense of the essence of the ancient sword far surpassed itself.

"No...impossible!"

Huo Changliu had an expression of disbelief on his face, and his body kept retreating backwards: "In this world, how can there be so many magic weapons that are stronger than the Futu Sword!"

"That ancient sword...that ancient sword..."

He lowered his head and muttered to himself, as if he was possessed, then raised his head suddenly, his eyes were filled with brilliance: "Is that ancient sword the legendary Celestial Soldier?"

"God Soldier?"

In front, Xiao Han and the two listened to Huo Changliu's words, and they were also a little shocked at the moment.

At this moment, with the complete recovery of Gu Jian, the power of the two of them is also connected with Gu Jian, and they can clearly feel the vastness of Gu Jian's power.

That kind of divine power is so powerful and majestic, just like the legendary ancient artifact that created the world, it is unstoppable.

Holding the ancient sword in front of them, they couldn't help but have an illusion in their hearts, as if they had turned into gods at this moment, almost omnipotent.

Of course, they knew that this was just an illusion, brought about by the ancient sword's overpowering power.

"Heavenly Soldier...Maybe..."

Xiao Han lowered his head, and it took him a long time to recover from the power of the ancient sword, and said slowly: "If the Heavenly Divine Weapon represents the strongest divine weapon in this world, then I think this may be the case. It's the Celestial Soldier..."

The Celestial Soldiers represent the ancient legends of this world. They are the legendary Creation God Soldiers. They have always existed only in ancient myths, and no one knows whether they exist.

Xiao Han naturally didn't know either.

But if there are really heavenly soldiers in this world, then this ancient sword must be one of them.

"I don't know if this ancient sword is the Heavenly God Weapon..."

Song Qingruo also spoke, recovered from the shock of the ancient sword, and looked forward: "But I know that under this ancient sword, your end today is already doomed."

"Big words!"

Huo Changliu let out a roar, and his face looked a little ferocious: "If you want to kill me, then come and try!"

As soon as the words fell, the blood-colored Fubutu sword slashed down angrily.