Dimensionality Reduction! Two-dimensional!

The soft but vague fragrance diffuses in the bamboo forest.

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The Hall of Valor is the hall where Odin received the spirits of the dead in Norse mythology.

In the Hall of Valor are the brave and skilled warriors selected on the battlefield of the world.

Different from the small and frustrated Hall of Valor, the restrained Hall of Valor is high-end and high-end. Not to mention some of the best figures in history, even the structure is three blocks away from the former.

The composition of the Hall of Valor, apart from the necessary elemental framework for restraint, is actually the spiritual glory of countless people in history, the so-called Lingtai Lingshan of Buddhism, and the 33 days of Taoism.

There is no matter, only the most basic elements and magic.

Of course, the most important thing is the brilliance of the soul.

People's beliefs, emotions, and thoughts are all a kind of energy. These energies cannot be seen normally, but they are clearly visible in the Hall of Valor.

The minds of the top few beings were so vast that they swept across the entire throne.

Several kings on the Throne of Heroes are now in deep sleep.

Some are domineering and selfish, looking down on all directions, one person can shoulder the country, and one word can decide life and death.

Some are heroic and majestic, with fierce ambitions, and countless men under their command shout and charge.

Others seem to be indulging in the sad past of the past, over and over again, until they become numb but still refuse to wake up.

What happened in the small bamboo forest in the Far East did not alarm them. The Hall of Valor and the human world are completely two worlds that are not connected to each other.

The dead live in the memory of the living and in history, but they cannot live in the material world. This is the law of heaven.

Except during the Holy Grail War, they need to project their clones in the world.

Because the general rule will hurt.

The one that hurts is naturally Gaia sauce.

But there is a Heroic Spirit who can sense it.

This person is located in a remote corner of the Hall of Valor, and the brilliance of his mind is flat. There is nothing extraordinary about him, only one characteristic.

sharp.

As sharp as a sword.

It can be said that his light is countless sharp lightsabers.

A head of white hair, as if his skin was bronzed because of the wind and sand in his lifetime, and he was dressed in red.

The man opened his eyes in the endless darkness.

The hall he was in was not as resplendent or majestic as other heroic spirits, or simple and deep.

Only swords are in his hall.

Countless swords in the long yellow sand.

Under his feet is a khaki mound, on which many swords have been inserted, some of which have been eroded and weathered by time, the wooden hilt has also been riddled with holes by insects, and the iron sword body is full of holes. Rust fell on the grave mound, and the sprinkled red rust powder looked like a little bit of shocking dark red blood from a distance.

Hundreds of rusty swords seemed to be in the sword grave, weeping and shedding tears of blood. Suddenly, these countless swords that only existed in human hearts and only in his memories suddenly trembled at the same time.

"Jianyin joy..."

The man who belonged to the heroic spirit of Alaya slowly opened his eyes: "The sound of the sword is jumping... When is there such a sword in the world? Not only can it bring back all swords, but also respond to the nothingness sword in the Hall of Valor at the same time." ..."

He stared straight at the faint dome.

"Is it the Holy Grail War again?"

His eyes were full of boredom: "Japan is so big, why can't you change places?"

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In the beginning, the setting of Sword Spirit was Zhao Yingkong or Qishi, but the former played with daggers, and the latter played with knives, which was a bit inappropriate. At this time, a coquettish fox with nine masturbation sticks came to the door and said How about Esther...

I went to look at the information of this sword spirit - it's her!

It doesn't matter what the deal is...

Aha, I saw Gaia-chan in a post, I touched my head, so cute...

Chapter 49 Chapter 46 I won't kill you, you are a good person...

As soon as Zhu Xian came out, Wan Jian surrendered.

Under the sword spirit of Zhuxian, any sword weapon must be bowed and surrendered. This is the oldest sword, and it is also the most vicious sword.

The swordsman is also the murder weapon.

Whether it is a so-called holy sword or a magic sword, in essence, they are all weapons for killing, so there is no need to add so many rhetoric.

Killing with a Xuanyuan sword is killing, and killing with a wooden sword is still killing, there is not much difference.

All the swords in the world bowed softly to show their submission to the ancient and powerful.

The ancient sword of Zhu Xian has followed the Taoist ancestor for many years, and there is no doubt that it is powerful, but this sword spirit is really a bit pitted.

As soon as he came out, he hugged the Taoist priest's neck and didn't let go.

However, at least a white dress appeared on the naked body.

This is a child.

He was only about 1.4 meters tall, with a slightly confused expression on his face, and the pair of well-defined purple eyes just looked at him like this, without blinking.

The Taoist coughed and said solemnly, "Esther! Kill him!"

The ghost knows how Daozu gave Zhuxian Sword Spirit such a foreign name...

The even more cheating little girl looked back at Araya Soren who was bowing her head and chanting sutras, and then looked back at her master, her tone was calm and she couldn't hear any emotion: "He is a good person, Esther doesn't kill good people..."

It was the first time for an eminent monk of the Tiantai Sect to hear an innocent child say this about himself, and he felt like he was going to float.

In the past 200 years, he has entered into non-birth tolerance with the supreme bodhi mind, traveled to and from countless parallel worlds, and done such evil things. If it weren't for the great vow of Bodhi, he would have fallen to the fruit position in the flood of guilt, and the five declines of heaven and man.

Today in this bamboo forest, there was a pure, kind and naive child who said categorically that he was a good person.

How can you not like it?

How can you not be sad?

He even wanted to dance his hands and feet to express the intense emotions rising in his heart.

This is also the reason why Master Liangyi never wants to call this guy out.

"He is not a good person!"

Taoist Liangyi pretended to be wronged: "That bald donkey wants to harm others..."

Esther stared into his eyes expressionlessly: "Master's expression just now was so fake..."

He jumped into a rage, shook his neck, and wanted to throw off the little guy hanging on him: "I'm so mad! If you don't do anything again, I'll take off your socks!"

The little girl blushed slowly, and whispered, "It's really H... Sure enough, men are like this."

"Where did you learn these weird things?"

"I remember a man named Gongsun..."

"So it's the Yellow Emperor! It really is so yellow!"

The Taoist priest pulled her off his body with one hand, and his eyes were bright: "Monk, I don't care what you want to do. In short, she is my sister, you can't kill..."

"The poor monk didn't want to kill..."

"It's even more impossible to fit together! You're dead!"

"Amitabha! Sin, sin!"

The Taoist priest ignored him, and the sword spirit of Zhuxian was by his side. If this guy dared to do something again, Esther would do it without his own order.

Even if it is innocent and kind, it is my own sword after all.

Sword Spirit trotted along with him.

Huangye Zonglian proclaimed the Buddha's name again, and had no intention of making a move. The unsealed Zhuxian Sword was too terrifying, even the Great Bodhisattva did not want to try the power of the Daozu Sword.

He looked at the little sword spirit, seeing the innocence and naturalness in her expression, and his heart was even more joyful.

"Little benefactor, would you like to follow the poor monk—"

"Get out or not!"

The Liangyi Taoist waved with a sullen face, and took off the green gourd from his waist.

The monk's expression changed slightly, he bowed to them, stepped on the clouds, and disappeared in an instant.

"I'm really a bully..."

He muttered, picked up Liang Ri, who had been lying on the ground and had been soaked with soy sauce for a long time, and held him in his arms.

The girl's condition appears to be fine.

Although she was still unconscious, it seemed that because of the warm silver radiance just now, she didn't get any cold, and now she seemed to be sleeping soundly.

"Mode?"

The Taoist hugged his sister, not caring about the muddy water on her body, and took off the alluring coat on her body, revealing the still wet kimono.

Drops of water dripped from his short hair, and he gently wiped his hair and face.

On his face was a gentleness that Sword Spirit had never seen before.

"It seems that it will take a while to wake up."

Liangyi, who was about to hug her horizontally, looked at the sky: "The rain has stopped..."

Esther walked around them in a circle, with obvious displeasure visible on his basically expressionless face.

"Master ignores me now..."

Liangyi glanced at her sideways, and hummed in dissatisfaction: "It's not you, if you want, you would have killed him just now, and I don't have to worry about whether that thief will come again."