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Chapter 595: Filthy Again (Please Refresh)

Identifying creative ideas, defining the basic framework, and replicating constituent materials are the three steps required to manufacture weapon shells and materials.

Imitating production techniques, empathizing with growth experiences, and recreating the accumulated years, these three steps reproduce the history of weapons and their owners.

This is Shirou Emiya's unique projection ability. What he projects is not just weapons, but he can also copy the combat experience, swordsmanship, and personal panel values ​​of all previous owners of the weapons and load them onto himself. This is totally a foul ability.

“Full Projection”

The twenty-seven magic circuits in his body emitted a mysterious magical light, connecting with the girl in his arms.

In the sea of ​​consciousness, the young man standing on the sword hill was bearing the pressure of analysis beyond the comprehension of ordinary people, and the snow-haired girl emerged with a smile and slowly hugged him.

In an instant, it was as if a blocked torrent was guided and released in different directions.

【Filling completed】

Yagyu Tajima no Kami. Kill the god with one sword, snow falls on the earth, dominate the world.
Ye Gucheng. Fairy from the Sky
Unknown Holy Spirit Sword Technique Heavenly Sword Realm Ten Thousand Swords Return to the Origin
Death is not a problem. My clumsy sword has no style and the energy from all directions is so strong that ghosts and gods are afraid of it.
Using the materialization of the Third Law soul held by Einzbern as the carrier, combined with the connection between himself and Illya's soul, the information carried on the weapon was transferred to the body of the heroic spirit created by the Third Law the moment it was loaded.

This is an artificial heroic spirit without a real soul, which is a near-perfect replica of the experiences of half of his life.

On the side of Wuqing Sword Dao, Ye Gucheng saw a figure holding the same sword, with a white face and a slight beard, and wearing a snow-white robe. His eyes looked like two cold stars in the snowy night.

With every breath, the coldness seeped into the heart and lungs, and a flash of sword light was as fast as lightning and as long as a rainbow across the sky.

Ye Gucheng lightly moved his feet and raised his chin to avoid the sword that was about to cut off his throat: "Is there such an opportunity?"

Faced with the action that would inevitably be retracted and stabbed in the next second, he smiled and spun his sword out quickly.

A loud sound!
Two identical swords clashed, sparks flew, and the sword light was brilliant and swift.

"Yes, you came just in time."

Unparalleled sharp sword power emanated from Wuming's body, and a lonely and high-hanging sword intent was released from his body. The virtual but substantial sword energy burst out from his fingers, dissolving the countless sharp swords that the clone summoned with a wave of his hand.

"You actually use a real sword?!" When Shang Buhuan saw Ying Ling's actions, he immediately felt that the other party had no martial ethics.

Ying Lingshang was not worried about failing to hit him, and he casually pulled out a magical weapon from the world of swords. Suddenly, his offensive and strength became several times stronger. This made some viewers who originally didn't care much about him start to seriously examine his strength.

"Yellow dust is thousands of feet high!"

Shang Buhuan threw the wooden sword in his hand. The violently spinning sword generated wind pressure and swirled up dust, temporarily stopping the attack of the heroic spirit.

"This place is full of weapons, holy swords, devil swords, demon swords, fairy swords. It seems like you have no shortage of weapons, young man, hahaha." Shang Buhuan held a wooden sword in his hand and fought with his clone of the heroic spirit. Abundant energy burst out from around the two of them.

He looked at Shirou Emiya, his lips slightly curved, and it was unknown what he was thinking of.

"So, these weapons must be nothing to you, right?!"

A scroll flew out from his arms, and his fingers slid quickly across the sword blade outlined by pen and ink, finally stopping on a weapon called Sun and Moon Divine Breath.

The ancient sword was drawn out, and the light suddenly became as bright as day. The sun blocked out the blue sky, and then the moon rose in the middle of the sky, as if there was endless brilliance shining.

Shirou Emiya's eyelids jumped when he saw this scene. He felt as if he had seen the scroll and the names of the weapons on it somewhere before, perhaps as movie props during filming.
In the snowy plain, the affectionate swordsmanship party watched this scene with great interest, while the ruthless swordsmanship party did not waste the opportunity to fight against their mirror selves and immersed themselves in it.

But not long after, Emiya Shirou discovered an old man walking on the snow, and with just one encounter, he shattered his heroic spirit body.

He stopped about ten meters away from Emiya Shirou and said with a smile:
"Are you two willing to join my Floating Light Immortal Realm Sword Pond lineage? Don't worry about the restrictions of Zhutian City that you have to pay a price to stay in other universes. The great masters of my sect will go to your world to lead you over."

There was no fluctuation in the old man's cultivation level, and the sword technique he just used was not the move contained in the weapon that Shirou Emiya read.

"Thank you for your kindness, Senior." Shirou Emiya refused in the tone of his years in the training world, "But I am used to being idle and free, so I have no idea for now."

"Really? Then let's communicate with swords." The old man did not argue, threw away the iron sword in his hand that could be found everywhere, and took out a long object wrapped in silk and satin.

He moved slowly, his hands still shaking a little, as he lifted the silk to reveal an ancient golden sword. The sword was covered with cracks, but they were filled and glued together with green and red fairy gold.

"I hate separation and was injured in my early years. Now I am probably in the realm of no return to heaven. If I were in some other world, I would probably be in the realm of no stain or heavenly immortal."

"The sword of compassion and the sword of ruthlessness are no longer important to me. I came here just to find some talented swordsmen."

"I see you are very confident." His cloudy eyes became clear as he stroked the sword, and he glanced at Shirou Emiya with a smile in his eyes:
"Would you like to take my sword?"

A chill suddenly spread from Emiya Shirou's spine to his whole body. When he saw the sword in the other party's hand, he felt a sharp pain in his soul.

It's not that the sword cannot be projected, but the vast sword intent and sword skills accumulated over tens of thousands of years are difficult to fill.

Forced filling?!
No. If that happens, the opponent's sword will stay in your body for a long time, and your sword may even become the same as the opponent's sword.
"Very sharp, you are qualified to take our sword." Henbieli praised: "Don't accuse me of bullying. This sword does not use cultivation, but only sword intent."

His trembling hands instantly grasped the hilt of the sword, and the world of swords created by Emiya Shirou began to crumble, along with the bright moon in the sky, as if leading all things in the world to destruction. Black light shone from the shattered sword.

"The laws of nature are in motion, and all things are constant, so they are born and die. Let us integrate ourselves into them."

The voice of hatred and separation reached Shirou Emiya's ears, and the sword intent was like the power of the universe pouring down. It seemed that he had sensed this sword of destruction somewhere before, but it was even more terrifying, and the memories in Shirou Emiya's mind began to surge.

"Shirou." Illya's voice startled Shirou Emiya.

"Ah, I know." Emiya Shirou took a deep breath and raised an excited smile: "This is much easier than work."

In fact, the artificial Heroic Spirit he and Illya created was originally an experiment to free Shirou Emiya from overtime work. It was a pity that the artificial Heroic Spirit could only fight and could not do anything else.

Although Shirou Emiya is not a militant, he uses holy medicine and spiritual spring as daily supplies. Besides making weapons, he goes to the kitchen to cook and complete system tasks. It is also good to change his activities occasionally to verify his current practice.

"Besides, we can't just lose like this."

It seemed as if endless sword energy surged up from the gradually collapsing sword world, rising and falling like the tide, and different sword intent emerged from each ownerless sword scattered on the ground.

"Even if you are proficient in thousands of sword intents, you cannot match the ultimate of the One." Henbieli warned, he raised the long sword in his hand high, and a sense of creation surged out of the sword light of destruction: "Little ghost! Don't you have your own sword?"

The sky and the earth grew darker, the sun and the moon fell together, making the sword light look magnificent.

At this moment, all the heroic spirits that the Merciless Sword Dao side faced disappeared. Everyone raised their heads and stared at the old man who had been hiding his true self before and told everyone that he wanted to accept a disciple, as well as Emiya Shirou, who was being pointed at by the opponent's sword.

They admitted that Shirou Emiya's method was very powerful, and he was able to create a replica with the original sword skills to fight with them, but compared with this old man's sword.
The sword rang out!

The materialized crystal of the third magic soul merged into Shirou Emiya's soul, giving his soul the characteristics of immortality and infinite magic power.

Thanks to this, Shirou Emiya can release moves that exceed his own potential at all costs, including the Bing Zi Secret, Kenshin Hundred Styles, Sword Sutra, Ten Directions Sword Art, and other skills and supernatural powers until they are combined into the final and strongest move.

"All things in the world are swords, gods, ghosts, demons and evil are swords"

Shirou Emiya closed his eyes, raised his heavy and weak right hand, gently clenched it in the air, and drew out a snow-white long sword.

"I have crossed thousands of calamities, and the whole universe is my sword."

The dazzling sword light hovered and entangled on the blade in his hand. The weapons in the sword world also turned into sword energy and gathered on the blade, like a bright storm that was constantly swirling.

“It’s the Tribulation of All Gods!”

The sky and the earth darkened, and countless people who witnessed this scene forgot everything. Only the vast sword light flew towards the destructive light that overturned the world.

Suddenly, in the overlapping time and space of the past, present and future, sword lights were flying like snowflakes!

I don't know how much time has passed. Any sense of time was obscured by these two endless, mutually annihilating, flawless and ultimate sword intentions.

"It seems that I really can't teach you." Hen Bieli swung out a bright and pure sword light, shattering the world formed by the collision of the cave sky and sword intent, and bringing everyone back to the arena of Yinglong Tower.

He carefully wrapped the golden sword with a piece of silk and satin and held it in his arms, then shook his head with some regret.

I don't know which world's great sword-fighting sect this descendant is from, but he has achieved such a high level of sword-fighting skills at this age. The only problem is that his magical powers and techniques are too mixed. It feels like things from different training systems are mixed together.

Practicing so many different things at such a young age, aren't you afraid that your successor will go crazy?

"Come visit our Floating Light Fairyland when you have time. Swords are the only thing that matters there."

Henbieli nodded with satisfaction, looked at the others, and said, "The Jianchi lineage to which I belong is tolerant of swordsmen from all generations. If you want to go further in the way of the sword, you might as well give it a try."

His cloudy eyes swept across everyone's faces. He sighed that there were so many talented people in this class, while complaining that they were all arrogant swordsmen and that the enrollment target for this thousand years had not been met.

"Nine out of ten sword cultivators have this temper."

Henbieli glanced at Su Lin, his eyes swept across the pistol in the other's hand without leaving a trace, and muttered in a low voice: "You are not worthy of being a consultant, a heretic and scum."

"The Floating Light Realm Sword Cultivator Alliance, hate separation?" Su Lin asked.

As soon as these words came out, Henbieli stopped suddenly.

"Do you know me?" Henbieli asked.

Awesome, there is such a thing.

Su Lin raised his eyebrows and looked at the swordsman with a strange look.

Seeing that Su Lin did not answer, Hatefulie pointed at the gun in Su Lin's hand and said vigilantly: "Don't bring these evil things back to the Floating Light Fairyland, otherwise I will report you to the Sword Cultivator Alliance."

Su Lin was happy and asked, "Is Jin Huan fixed?"

Henbieli glanced at the sword wrapped in his arms, his eyes full of doubts: "You even know Jin Huan's name, which old ghost soldier are you reincarnated into?"

"The Qiongqi Tower next door, the Zhatian Chamber of Commerce, will repair weapons at half price." Su Lin casually pointed in the direction of the tower's exit: "There is also a military department of the Heavenly Court there, maybe they can repair your magic sword."

Hearing Su Lin's words, Hen Bieli widened his eyes, turned into a sword light and rushed out of Yinglong Tower without looking back.

How can I not recognize you?
This old man was the disposable grandfather he had used when fighting against Zhongli in Lu Mingfei's world.

"Ruthless Swordsman, I hate to leave the match." A manager walked out and looked at the Ruthless Swordsman side: "If you have no objection, this match will be won by Sentimental Swordsman."

After a while.

Su Lin stood at the entrance of the Tiandao Lotto with a bunch of 'Love Sword Winner' lottery tickets to redeem his prizes. While thinking about the separation, he said to Ruhua, who was in charge of selling tickets:
"There's a competition for the righteous, evil, and martial arts over there. I'm going to buy Gu Yue Fang Yuan, Tang San Zang, and Qi Tian Di respectively. Well, don't give me the rewards. Go all in."

"No record of contestants? Oh, keep it for now, there will be one later."

Snapped--!
Shang Yue slapped himself on the face, but found that he had not woken up from the dream yet.

"Mr. Pei Qian, are you really not lying to me?"

"What do you think? I specialize in games."

Shang Yue had just asked several other guests from the modern era what the Elden Ring was. To be honest, he rarely played console games before he traveled through time, but after hearing about the setting and background of this game, he looked at the other modern guests with a somewhat subtle look.

"Then I must be crazy."

Something was wrong, very wrong.

First, there was Dou Zong Xiao Yan who used Soul Emperor to refine pills, then there was Lu Mingfei who seemed to have returned with the Elden Ring, and now there is Shirou Emiya who is following Illya's line and suppressing the crowd with his sword?

After making sure that the other guests from the modern world had not seen these versions, Shang Yue slapped himself repeatedly, trying to sober up.

"City Lord Shangyue, don't be like this. Hey, don't be like this."

Someone quickly grabbed him.

Shang Yue waved his hands and walked towards other areas of Tianchao in a daze.

“The world has become filthy again”

Is there something a little bit strange about the protagonists invited to this Qiongqi Tower?
This plot is so twisted!
etc.
Who is shouting filth?

Shang Yue turned her head to look to the side, at the center of the martial arts exchange competition where people were using swords and knives to chop each other with hard qigong, the golden bell cover and toad kung fu. A group of martial artists were staring at a gorgeous man with six pitch-black wings on his back, and they stopped what they were doing in a daze.

"what?"

(End of this chapter)