Legend of the Dragon King: The Holy Sword Maker

Chapter 174 I have to admit, now you are the stronger one.

Tang Wulin felt uncomfortable when he came to the small woods where few people drove. She really wanted to know what Gu Yue was going to do.

"Why did you go to Mingyu?" Gu Yue said coldly.

Tang Wulin straightened his chest, what was she afraid of, his eyes met Gu Yue's.

"... "

Gu Yue shook her head and said, "Let's go after class."

"Oh?" Tang Wulin felt a little puzzled, why did he suddenly change the subject.

Zhao Mingyu had already waited in the classroom in advance. He was clearly sitting on the seat, but the passers-by turned a blind eye to him. Even Xie Xie didn't even say hello to him, and just sat on the chair.

Wuchangkong walked in, glanced around, and then saw what Zhao Mingyu meant, and only then did he feel his traces. (This guy is so blatant and well hidden.)
As soon as the class bell rang, the students were all present.

"Attend class!"

Zhao Mingyu felt that he was under the spotlight. Wu Zhangkong's eyes fell on him from time to time. He picked up a pen and wrote down key information in his notebook. This is an ordinary student.

Zhao Mingyu stretched and disappeared in the crowd.

Gu Yue opened her red lips slightly and just wanted to call him, but there was no one there. She frowned and walked out quickly.

Avalon.

The simulated battle begins.

Zhao Mingyu was lying in a game cabin, combining the technology of the Spirit Pagoda with magic, the opponent had entered his own data, and compared the demon's data, it was considered a semi-actual battle.

Prairie field!

The corners of Zhao Mingyu's mouth twitched, his face changed a little, looking at the blond guy opposite, playing with sword flowers really made him unhappy.

Three, two, one!

The battle begins.

Zhao Mingyu summoned the seven-star sword martial soul, the first soul skill flashed, the speed and strength increased greatly, the flames burned the ground, and the huge heat ignited the green grass.

The opponent is also a copy of his own power, holding the holy sword in one hand and pointing forward, as the soul power is released (flame), the crimson flame ray penetrates the ground and shoots towards Zhao Mingyu like thunder and lightning.

The second soul skill flashes!

Two layers of flower shields appeared in front of him, Zhao Mingyu's left hand continuously released soul power, and the transmission speed of the robotic prosthesis was still not as fast as that of a real arm.

Under the frightening high temperature and the already huge impact, the shield made a roar of struggling to support, as well as a shattered wailing sound.

water element.

"Let you see, the Seven Star Sword of Water!!" Zhao Mingyu inserted the sword into the ground, muttering words.

When the shield shattered, the azure blue water was like a waterfall, unstoppable, instantly submerging the replica's soul power (flame).

The phantom flashed.

Two identical figures are fighting together, and they have only one goal, which is to defeat the opponent.

The seven-star sword and the holy sword collided continuously, and each time it expanded, a large number of sparks were generated, making a sound like a golden horse and an iron horse.

After fighting again, the two separated and looked at each other, standing on top of the boiling hot water, still emitting thick white smoke.

The two battle armors emerged and assembled, even the movements were so unified.

The soul power is released.

Swinging the Seven-Star Sword brought starlight and the Milky Way, like a nine-day sky falling, the sky began to darken, flashing bright white light, and countless meteors began to attack the replica with the sword energy.

The soul ring of the clone flickered.

The same shield appeared, resisting the Tianlong Meteor, and he still exuded a fierce aura.

Zhao Mingyu didn't dare to be negligent, the sword containing stars had already swung out, the two layers of shields shattered instantly like a mirror, and slashed on the replica's battle armor, and three horizontal swords appeared.

"Can't you?" Zhao Mingyu was a little worried, he couldn't beat his own clone, and he knew that he would use the holy sword too.

Shining brilliance lit up from the side of the clone, and he chanted the spell earnestly, the holy sword became brighter and brighter, the dragon's heart beat fast, bursting out with huge power, and the torrent of light flooded the sky.

"... "

Zhao Mingyu held the Seven Star Sword and continuously slashed and slashed, like a meteor from the sky, the sword energy crisscrossed, constantly weakening the strength of the golden pillar.

But what he did was like a mantis arm blocking a car, which is simply ridiculous.

The second soul skill flickered, the shield was in front, barely supporting it.

"Earth element!"

After the shield was shattered, Zhao Mingyu used the strength of the Seven Star Sword to set off a huge clod of soil and rocks to resist, stomped on the ground with his feet, and ran towards a safe place.

The beam of light streaked across the ground, and a scarlet road appeared hundreds of meters long. The flowing magma exuded terrifying heat.

Zhao Mingyu held his chest and felt a little short of breath. Just a second ago, he at least slashed out. Dozens of powerful sword qi were not able to stop him at all, and he managed to escape with all his means.

"I know those evils. How desperate I am to see this unstoppable beam of light. It's a pity that I'm casting a spell." Zhao Mingyu couldn't help complaining.

"Come again..." The corners of Zhao Mingyu's eyes twitched, and he realized that another beam of light was also coming, and it followed him like a shadow.

The four elements of the Seven Star Sword are fused together, wind, fire, water, and earth, forming a world mixed with starlight.

The dragon's heart was beating fast, the [world] was gradually formed, Zhao Mingyu appraised his beliefs, and phantoms of flowers, trees, mountains and rivers appeared, resisting the shining brilliance.

[The World] began to collapse silently, Zhao Mingyu's pupils shrank, and he flew upside down, smashing a human-shaped hole in the grass in the distance.

Cracks appeared on the battle armor on his chest, and the Seven Star Sword was broken into seven or eight pieces. Because of the backlash, a lot of blood flowed out from Zhao Mingyu's mouth and nose.

The clone held the holy sword with its hand, and calmly looked at Zhao Mingyu in the distance with a paralyzed face.

"Cough...cough!" Zhao Mingyu coughed continuously, and coughed up a lot of blood, and white smoke began to rise from his body.

The duplicate body stepped on the ground hard, like a golden lightning, it came to Zhao Mingyu in an instant, and the holy sword slashed towards him.

The broken Seven Star Sword was spliced ​​together, Zhao Mingyu would move his martial spirit, and neither side had any words, only by killing each other could the winner be decided.

"Ah!" Zhao Mingyu yelled, he was really aggrieved, did the first battle with his injuries end in failure again?His breath became a little disturbed.

The clone's eyes narrowed, and a happy smile appeared on the corner of its mouth. It cut off Zhao Mingyu's entire right hand, and the Seven Star Sword fell to the ground along with the arm, and separated again.

Time freezes.

Zhao Mingyu's head was raised high, his eyes were wide open, and his eyes were full of anger, anger, annoyance, dullness, and finally disbelief.

"Zi Liu."

The clone stabbed into Zhao Mingyu's heart with the holy sword in both hands, and the magic formula was activated, making him unable to move at all.

"I have to admit, you are the stronger now." Zhao Mingyu stared at him with pupils narrowed into pinholes, accepted the defeat helplessly, and then felt his head fall off.

The whole thing is ejected from the game cabin, "Am I playing with you! It's too manipulative, next time I will fight with the holy sword,"

"I'm playing a game, do I have to lose? I'm not going to play anymore. Let me go." Zhao Mingyu walked out cursing.

"The me who owns the Holy Sword crushes the me who uses the Seven Star Sword, even though I can even use [World], can't I still beat me?"

But losing to yourself is much better than losing to the enemy, isn't it?
Zhao Mingyu's mental exhaustion was a bit heavy, so he sat down cross-legged, put aside his distracting thoughts, and began to meditate to recover.

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