My Tokusho Life Simulation

Luther, who was beside the falcon, asked.

It was the first time that he hadn't heard the stigmatized product of 'evil sword' from the mouths of other swordsmen.

"Holy sword and power do not distinguish between good and evil. It is not the holy sword that is evil, but you people who are preoccupied."

Jian Zhan lingered as he spoke.

The next moment, the sense of peeping came from behind Luther again.

He turned around again and blocked the twin swords entwining Feng Lan.

After that, Jian Zhan, who seemed to have little physical strength left, turned into white smoke and disappeared.

Luther always knew that the sword cuts of the three were all fake bodies.

"Why can you always find me, it's impossible..."

Seeing that the three sneak attacks were blocked by Luther, the sound of sword chopping was finally mixed with trembling for the first time.

"Didn't I tell you before? I was born with a sensitivity to sight."

Luther's voice fell calmly.

In the next moment, in the blink of an eye, Feng Lan and the darkness collided dozens of times.

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Volume 37: Chapter 34 Chapter [-] Possible

Jian Zhan abandoned the method of sneak attack and instead launched an attack from the front.

In terms of performance, the two swords of Houfeng and Cuifeng, which are divided into two, are actually two swords.

The power of the wind brought it terrifying speed, although each attack of the two swords could not cause any terrible damage.

Although he rubs, but he rubs fast.

Strength continued to flow down the arm, Luther did not choose to counterattack, but kept blocking.

He chose to keep up with the rhythm of sword slashing with difficulty. With sword skills alone, high-speed continuous attacks will inevitably cause a suppressing effect.

He can only choose to wait for the opportunity.

But while attacking at high speed, Jian Zhan unintentionally exposed several flaws visible to the naked eye.

Obviously the opportunity was right in front of him, but Luther remained indifferent.

Following the attack, possibly due to impatience, more and more flaws were exposed by the sword chop.

But no matter how he lures, Luther always maintains the effect of a difficult block.

Sparks continued to explode on the edge of the sword, and gradually, there was a panting sound from the high-speed attacking sword.

Luther kept blocking several swords and said calmly:

"Senseless attacks can only consume your own physical strength, you should be clear."

"Besides, even if I don't block it, the holy sword can't hurt me."

For the battle between swordsmen, sword skills are useless to some extent.

It is difficult for the holy sword to cause damage to the armor of the swordsman. This is something that the sword of truth has always understood.

In this regard, Jian Zhan's actions seemed a bit strange.

He just seems to be dragging.

He probably knew that no matter what, he couldn't hurt the Dark Swordsman.

"Yeah, it's just that basic sword skills can't hurt a swordsman."

Jian Zhan said slowly.

The shaking in the cold voice disappeared without a trace at this moment.

"No name!!!"

The boy's roar came from behind him, and a sense of danger followed.

Luther repelled the sword slash, turned around sharply, smashed the glass on his motorcycle, and rushed out of the tall building. The swordsman of earth holding his epee was reflected in his eyes.

Weihua's arrival did not bring him any sense of being watched.

They seem to have been communicating through some means, and thought of a way to crack it.

That should mean not seeing him.

"Break it in two—!"

Weihua yelled and used the motorcycle as a springboard before it fell.

Rocks gathered from all directions, forming a thick and huge sword edge, and the local tyrant's sword suddenly turned into a huge holy sword tens of meters long.

"Fan'an?"

Luther frowned. It's not that he didn't expect that Fanan might be defeated, maybe dragged back, but it shouldn't have come like this before.

Feng Lan struck from behind, wrapping Luther inside, unable to dodge.

at the same time.

On the battlefield on the ground, Fan An frowned, and the swordsmen dressed in cowboys had already surrounded him.

The Swordsman of Thunder is the same as Wuming, even if he has a wish that cannot be fulfilled without giving up many things, he can't swing his sword at the former robe.

Thinking of Luther's possible encounter at this moment, the anger and hatred in his heart continued to sweep, and Fan An finally gritted his teeth.

"Sorry..."

The Yellow Thunder Sword wrapped around Thunderbolt, piercing the ground with a roar, and the dazzling Thunderbolt broke through the ground, engulfing all the swordsmen.

Under the controlled thunder and lightning, all the swordsmen surrounding him fell down breathing black smoke, unable to recover for a short time.

"Alanquina! Drive me there!"

The magic lamp demon's flying carpet emerged from the thunder, and Fan An jumped on it, flying straight into the sky amidst the scattered thunder.

The Thunder Swordsman's speed was not inferior to that of the wind, and he caught up to the scene in just a few tens of seconds.

However, at this moment, what was reflected in his eyes was the moment when Luther was restrained by the wind and haze behind him, and the holy sword of earth tens of meters was about to split him in two.

"No name!"

The muscular genie rushed straight after Fan An's voice, but compared to the heavy sword that was about to fall, it was still full.

At this moment.

Luther silently watched the epee falling rapidly, feeling surprisingly calm in his heart.

'If you are hit by this trick, you will die. '

Could it be that this simulation will end just a short distance away from the Holy Lord of Truth?

At this moment, the scene of studying with the old men appeared in front of Luther's eyes.

Those old men who are disrespectful once said that he should first practice boxing and kicking, and practice the basic skills well before considering whether to learn swords and guns.

Many martial arts are like this.

Only by laying a good foundation can it be possible to touch the essence.

strength.

The so-called ultimate possibility of martial arts created by the old men together, is it only manifested in fists and feet?

The answer is impossible.

It's just that he didn't learn much, because for living in a peaceful age, weapons are meaningless to ordinary people.

"I won't lose!"

A strong desire to win and lose burst out in his heart, just as Fan An said, there was no fresh emotion such as enlightenment or hatred on his sword.

He just wants to win.

This idea has been germinated in my heart since I was a child, when I kept dreaming about [that day].

Just like what Luther said from the bottom of his heart to Hongo Meng and others when he was dying as number three.

They're going to keep winning, and he's going to keep winning.

once you lose...

——There is no way to win again.

The falcon's wings exploded, dispelling the enveloping wind and haze. At the moment of falling, Luther held the Moon Dark Sword tightly with both hands.

"Evil Dragon! Come out!"

The dark aura burst out again, and the evil dragon resurfaced under Luther again.

The evil dragon roared freely, as if it was delighted by Luther's passionate mood and unprecedented strong desire to win.

The knight of the evil dragon faced up to the difficulties together with the dragon, and instead of escaping, he rushed towards the falling rock with the epee.

Forbidden darkness wraps around the sword body, and the Holy Sword of Darkness hits the local tyrant's sword Jitu with full firepower.

A desperate force came along the edge of the sword, and Luther gritted his teeth. At this moment, strength burst out from his arm.

It's not the aggressive energy, but the poor energy that he has always mastered.

For swordsmen, the sword is their body, an extension of their arms, and an absolutely reliable companion.

Swinging a sword can also use force.

His arms trembled, as if he couldn't block the giant sword of the rock in the next moment.

In an instant, the perception of swordsmanship from Wuming burst into Luther's mind, even if it was only a temporary ability.

Sword skills and strength collided at this moment, and a new possibility was born.

The strength broke through the shackles of the body, and rushed into the sword following Luther's mind.

Under the eyes of everyone, the heavy and terrifying rock epee was easily thrown away by Luther's sword.

Just like a magic trick, all the strength on it turned into nothingness.

"This is!?"

Whether it was Weihua who made the sword, or Fan An and Fei Cui, their eyes widened in disbelief.

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The second one, I don't know when it will be released

There should be a third one.

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Volume 38: Chapter 35 Chapter [-] Sword Forging Town

The tip of the Moon Dark Sword touched lightly on the rocky epee that was thrown away, and its force penetrated away.

Click.

Cracks and cracks spread.

In just a blink of an eye, the tens of meters of rock blade of the local tyrant sword Jitu turned into a puddle of dross.

The next moment, before Weihua had time to say anything, the magic man of the magic lamp came to his side.

boom!

A muscular punch hit him hard on the side of the face.

There was no scream, and the earth swordsman in heavy armor was blown away by the magic lamp demon like a kite with a broken string.

Buildings along the way were shattered, and Weihua crashed to the ground along with the debris of the building.

Fan An held back for a long time before he managed to say a word.

"Sorry, I was held back by my former buddy."

Luther nodded slightly, without complaining, but cast his cold eyes on the Wind Swordsman.