Weird Fantasy: My Life Simulator

Chapter 95 The Fifth Generation-Cultivation Records [22] (5/5)

Looking at the people in front of him, He Xing’s expressions before him disappeared.

Especially seeing Luo Hao walking out holding the hand of neon clothes, his face became gloomy and collapsed.

“Do you want to be someone who doesn’t know how to promote?”

He Xing raised his eyes slightly, and looked at Luo Hao. His voice was extremely cold. It was completely different from the He Xing who was still talking and laughing with Luo Hao one or two hours ago.

“Sent to the division gate and lead outsiders to attack the mountain gate.

“You are no longer a member of the Spirit Sword Villa, no one will make a blood oath today.”

Luo Hao shook his head gently, neither angry nor angry.

“Yes, Brother Luo Hao is right.”

“Yes, absolutely can’t be like this scumbag!”

“Lost our face at Qixing Peak, brute!”

Luo Hao and the disciples behind the neon clothes began to clamor for congratulations.

He Xing’s “Nine Twenty-Seven” face was furious, and he waved his right hand and shouted, “Shut up all!”

The voice was so strong that all the disciples were retreated in two steps at a time.

Spirit Power first gathers the power of heaven and earth, and it is so strong, it is clear that it has breakthrough in the Gold Core period.

“You guys who only follow the booing, you die if you don’t make a blood oath.”

“As for you, Luo Hao, you must die today. When you die, I will worship you and the neon clothes again.

He Xing started to laugh frantically, this time no one dared to ridicule He Xing.

The strength of the Gold Core stage is no longer what their disciples of Qi refining and Foundation Building can compete.

At this moment, a blue beam of light was launched in the sword family.

It flew quickly in the direction of the square, turned into a green light and fell into Luo Hao’s hands.

“I haven’t seen you in ten years.”

Luo Hao gently stroked the sword body of the Qingyanjian, and a happy sword sound rang out in the square.

In the Great Hall of the square, the spirit swords on everyone’s waist all made a resounding sound.

“Exquisite Spirit Sword, those old guys are really partial!”

He Xing didn’t understand the mystery of sword raising. After feeling the resonance of the spirit sword at his waist, the anger on his face became more intense.

“My husband’s superb spirit sword is made by himself for ten years of raising and tempering the sword.”

“You despicable villain, don’t slander the masters and my husband!”

The neon clothes on the side also raised their brows, and she, who had lifted her hijab, wore red makeup.

The heroic spirit approached He Xing, so He Xing did not refute for a while, but instead looked at the neon clothes with an obsessive expression on his face.

However, Luo Hao stepped forward and stood in front of the neon clothes.

He Xing and Luo Hao looked at each other, and the breath in the air began to solidify.

The long gowns behind the two of them had no wind, but He Xing took the lead in pulling out the spirit sword.

“Junior brother, draw the sword, let me see you who have never drawn a sword in this life.

“What the hell is there.”

A flash of contempt flashed on He Xing’s face. Although he didn’t know Yang Jianjue very well, the difference between the strengths of the two sides was.

He Xing has already thought about how to play Luo Hao later, and then defeated him with one blow.

“Ten years of raising swords, ten years of tempering swords, ten years of hiding swords.”

“Unexpectedly, today, my first sword is going to kill you traitor.”

Luo Hao didn’t pay attention to He Xing directly, but a look of expectation and excitement flashed in his eyes.

Thirty years later, I have to draw the sword to see the demeanor of the Qingyan Sword.

But there is a pity on his face.

“Arrogant! It seems that you who have not drawn your sword for 30 years are foolish and hopeless.”

“Let me teach you today, what is a sword!”

He Xing laughed twice, dismissing Luo Hao in words and eyes.

“Teach me to use a sword, you are not worthy.

“With you, I can’t even take a sword.”

Luo Hao said indifferently, his tone full of indisputability.

All the people at the scene were in an uproar, and they couldn’t help but be the hundreds of colleagues behind Luo Hao.

Or perhaps the hundreds of famous beast palace powerhouses behind He Xing are all puzzled by Luo Hao’s exaggerated tone.

“Well said! I’ll see how you cut me with one sword today!”

He Xing didn’t get angry and laughed instead, and a shocking Sword Qi struck the spirit sword in his hand, and he slashed towards Luo Hao.

With this sword breaking, He Xing not only wanted to kill Luo Hao, but also a part of the fellow behind him.

Give them a good start, and at the same time show his strength in the Gold Core period.

On the other hand, Luo Hao’s expression was indifferent, his eyes shone, and his spirit and Spirit Power continued to rise and condense.

Walking straight ahead and quickly, everyone in the square except Nishang’s unshakable trust in Luo Hao.

The disciples of Spirit Sword Villa were originally inspired by Luo Hao’s passionate words.

But when the huge Sword Qi above the sky is about to fall, everyone.

Everyone thought in their hearts that Luo Hao was crazy.

This boiling blood lasted for less than a second, and was annihilated by the reason brought by reality.

“Boom!”

The stone bricks on the foot of Luo Hao suddenly exploded.

The mud flew down, and his whole person burst out like a stream of light.

The goal was directed at He Xing. The Blue Flame Sword in his hand had not been pulled out yet, and he still had the Blue Flame Sword with its scabbard.

A sword flower turned out, and the Sword Qi that was suppressing everyone in the sky was like a little light, gradually dissipating.

After solving the huge sky Sword Qi, Luo Hao stood there again.

He held the sword in his left hand and held the hilt in his right hand.

Everyone held their breath at this moment, including He Xing, who was the opponent.

At this moment, I am expecting that the emotions in everyone’s hearts will be infected by the emotions from the Qingyan sword in Luo Hao’s hand.

There is no roar, no roar, no cure, no madness.

Everything Luo Hao and the Qingyan Sword in his hand have, with thirty years of concealment, are all suppressed, suppressed, and constantly suppressed.

Just waiting for the last-minute outbreak.

All things in the world, all living beings, there is nothingness, only one glance is left in his eyes.

With his eyes locked, there was only one person.

With the breath locked, there was only one person.

Under the mental lock, there is still only one person.

That is He Xing, the distance between the two is slowly being drawn closer by 1.5.

Eighty meters, seventy meters, sixty meters, slowly to 20 meters, ten meters.

“Buzz”

The spirit swords contended, and the blue flame sword felt the anger that had been bred to the limit in the owner’s heart, and the killing intent was violently shocked.

There was a burst of healing swords.

Catharsis, catharsis.

It feels it, at this time, it has bred to the extreme, has been tempered to the extreme.

The current Qingyan Sword doesn’t need any more depression, no more tempering, no more gestation, and no need to hide its edge.

No need to do anything, just vent with the owner.

In three decades, the life of an ordinary person can last several years.

Ten years of raising swords, ten years of tempering swords, ten years of hiding swords.

For this moment! Pull the sword out of its sheath!