Fantasy Simulator

The blood-colored Futu sword slashed down angrily, and rushed forward.

The bright brilliance shocked, and the blood-colored sword field enveloped everything, covering the space in front of him.

The bloody smell of the sky enveloped the four directions, rushing towards the front of Xiao Han and the two of them.

However, feeling all this, Xiao Han's expression was not fluctuating, but his eyes became more determined, and the ancient sword in his hand swung down and cut forward.

A beam of radiant sword energy slashed and fell in all directions. At first glance, it didn't seem to be powerful. It neither had the huge movement of the Futu Sword, nor did it have such a majestic power.

But it was such an unremarkable sword, when it touched the sword domain of the Futu Sword, it seemed to have encountered no obstacles, and it was easily cut and severed.

The Futu Sword is in full bloom, trying to show its strength at this moment, trying to block the sword energy that fell in front of it, but it can't be done at all.

Too powerful!

Ordinary people may not be able to detect it, but under the sympathy of the magic weapon, the few people in front of them can clearly feel the terrifying power hidden under this sword.

That is the manifestation of the law of heaven and earth, and also the terrifying power above the sword mound. At this moment, it is all concentrated in this small sword light, which is extremely bright and amazing.

Boom!

The earth began to continue to turbulent, and at this moment the entire Sword Tomb was on the verge of collapsing.

In every corner of the entire sword mound, ancient divine soldiers manifested one by one, each emerging their own bodies, and blessed the sword mound with the power of their own divine soldiers, forcibly stabilizing the existence of the sword mound.

In mid-air, the sword mound's magic circle was fully activated. At this moment, there was a surge of power within it, reducing the scope of the fierce battle below, so as not to affect the entire sword mound.

But even so, the impact it has caused is already extremely terrifying.

boom!

A crisp sound came out and sounded here.

The sound of the magic circle breaking came from the front.

That is... the magic circle arranged by Huo Changliu and others before.

Previously, in order to fully revive the Futu Sword, and to refine the original source of the sword body on Song Qingruo, Huo Changliu and others specially arranged a powerful magic circle here, and laid it here.

The magic circle not only has the power of refining, but also has a terrifying protective power, which cannot be broken easily.

But at this moment, not only the magic circle was broken, but Huo Changliu's own body was also affected, and sword marks began to appear.

"This....this feeling...."

Holding the Futu Sword in his hand, at this moment, Huo Changliu's eyes widened, feeling the terrifying power emerging in front of him, and various thoughts flashed in his mind.

At this moment, he was finally sure of one point.

The ancient sword in the hands of the two Xiao Han in front is probably the legendary Celestial Soldier.

If it weren't for the Heavenly God Soldiers, how could it be possible to have such terrifying power?

What needs to be known is that most of the power erupting from the ancient sword at this moment comes from the ancient sword itself, and it can overwhelm the combination of Huo Changliu and the Futu sword.

Just relying on the magic weapon itself, it has this level of power.

What if there is a suitable cooperation for the military master?

I am afraid that the power that can be displayed at that time will be earth-shattering.

With this level of terrifying power, besides the legendary heavenly soldiers, what other magical weapons can possess it?

Various thoughts flashed through Huo Changliu's mind, and then he felt that his body began to gradually collapse.

The blood was dripping continuously, and wounds emerged on Huo Changliu's body, which were very clear.

It was a series of sword marks, which were not obvious before, but as the influence of the ancient sword continued to increase, the injuries on his body became more and more terrifying.

And this is just the beginning.

As time goes by, his body's breakdown will become more and more serious, and in the end it will become a pile of minced meat, and there will never be any accidents.

Even to a certain extent, if the Buddha Sword in his hand was not still showing its power, barely sheltering part of his true spirit, I am afraid that he would not even have time to react at this moment.

As early as the moment the ancient sword exploded, he would have fallen directly, without any surprise.

"The final outcome of this trip to the Sword Tomb will be like this..."

Feeling the terrifying power around him, Huo Changliu's face is still in a daze, and he feels as if he is still in a dream.

This time during the trip to the Sword Tomb, he did successfully fulfill his purpose. Not only did he practice the Futu Sword, he condensed it into a shape again, and he was recognized by him, becoming the master of the Futu Sword.

It was enough to achieve this step, and it was considered to have fulfilled their expectations for the past hundreds of years.

But then the birth of that ancient sword made people startled.

In this world, there really are such terrifying magic soldiers.

Even if he has not fully awakened, he can display such strength without the blessing of the military master.

If he had known earlier, he would have made a move no matter what, and would have held it in his hands......

All kinds of thoughts in his mind were skipped one by one. In the end, Huo Changliu stared at Xiao Han and Xiao Han with regret and passion.

To be precise, he was staring at the ancient sword in their hands.

His gaze was extremely hot, and there seemed to be some kind of light in it, wanting to completely remember the appearance of that ancient sword in his heart.

The next moment, his body was shattered, completely

exploded.

"Um?"

Feeling Huo Changliu's abnormality, and looking at the flying flesh and blood in front of him, Xiao Han suddenly woke up, feeling a little surprised.

In any case, Huo Changliu was indeed very tenacious. Under the protection of the Futu Sword, he should have been able to last for quite a long time, and he shouldn't have fallen now.

The opponent's appearance at this moment doesn't look like he was beheaded at all, but like he blew himself up on his own initiative?

But why?

This thought flashed through his mind, and he couldn't help being a little puzzled.

Afterwards, the berserk power engulfed the Fubutu sword in front of it, and at this moment it completely erupted.

The berserk force impacted all directions, causing everyone to stop their movements and start to stay away from this place.

Under the protection of the ancient sword, Xiao Han and the two of them naturally had nothing to do, but the ground under their feet almost turned into nothingness, and there were remnants of the previous outbreak everywhere, and the application seemed particularly terrifying.

Feeling the situation in front of them, Xiao Han and Song Qingruo looked at each other, feeling the surprise in each other's heart.

Because of the aftermath of the self-detonation, they waited on the periphery for a long time before they stepped forward and approached the center where Huo Changliu fell.

However, when they got there, they did not find the previous Buddha Sword.

In the center of the self-explosion position, violent vitality was raging, and the breath of the Futu sword was still remaining, and it seemed that it was also affected a little.

But other than that, the appearance of the Futu sword was completely gone, and Liu Peng didn't even drop any fragments.

This scene is obviously very abnormal.

"He didn't blew himself up just now, but to take away the Futu sword?"

Looking at the scenes emerging around him, Xiao Han couldn't help frowning, and then said so.

Looking at it this way, the previous situation is already obvious.

Huo Changliu didn't blew himself up in desperation, but to find an opportunity for Futu Jian to leave the sword mound directly and not fall into their hands.

"In order to ensure the safety of the Futu Sword, did you directly choose to self-destruct..."

In Xiao Han's arms, Song Qingruo also sighed softly, and then said, "As expected of Senior Brother Huo."

Judging from her understanding of Huo Changliu, the other party can undoubtedly do such a thing.

It's just that at the price of his own death, in exchange for the departure of the Futu Sword, the opponent's choice is really decisive.

At this moment, they still don't know that Huo Changliu here is not the main body, but just a clone.

Otherwise, they would naturally understand Huo Changliu's choice.

It's just a mere avatar, how can it be compared with a piece of earth magic weapon.

Under the circumstances that nothing can be done, sacrificing a clone to preserve the Futu sword has become a logical choice.

Although Xiao Han and the two felt a little sorry for this, they didn't feel too much heartache. They quickly adjusted their mood and recovered.

Things also depend on comparison.

Although the Futu Sword is powerful, it is at the top among the Earth Divine Weapons and can show its might in the world, but how can it compare with the ancient swords in their hands?

Compared with the ancient sword in his hand, although the power of the Futu sword is powerful, it seems to be nothing.

This is also one of the reasons why their balance quickly recovered.

Thinking of this, Xiao Han turned around and looked at the ancient sword in his hand.

In his hand, the ancient sword was still shining brightly, and the dark golden glazed sword body on it was shining faintly, and there seemed to be patterns flying in it, which were extraordinarily clear and bright.

Although the ancient sword at this moment did not burst out with a terrifying aura like before, it had its own charm in the calmness, like an ancient divine weapon bred by heaven and earth, extremely powerful and powerful, that kind of The breath escaped, making people calm down.

This is the true appearance of the ancient sword, anyone can see its extraordinary and unique.

However, compared to before, the color on the ancient sword is fading at this moment, and it seems that there is a faint feeling of returning to the simple and simple appearance before.

"Is it still not possible to use it directly after all?"

Looking at the changes on the ancient sword, Xiao Han sighed softly.

The appearance of the ancient sword when it was activated earlier told him the answer.

At that time, if Song Qingruo hadn't been there to help him, I'm afraid that in his current situation, he would not be able to control this ancient sword at all, let alone recover it from its silence.

It is conceivable that, compared to Huo Changliu's control over the Futu Sword, Gu Jian at this moment has not recognized Xiao Han, and has not regarded him as his master.

Therefore, naturally it cannot display its true strength, and can only use it reluctantly.

It has to be said that it was a big blow.

Various thoughts flashed through Xiao Han's mind, and then he cheered up again.

In any case, at least compared to before, the ancient sword at this moment has at least fallen into his hands.

For him, that's enough.