Chapter 595: Filthy Again (Please Refresh)

Identify the creative concept, imagine the basic framework, and copy the constituent materials. These three steps are the engineering of manufacturing the weapon shell and materials.

Imitate the production technology, empathize the growth experience, and reproduce the accumulated years. These three steps reproduce the history of the weapon and its holder.

This is the unique projection ability of Shirou Emiya. What he projects is not only the weapon, but also the combat experience, swordsmanship, and personal panel values ​​of the previous owners of the weapon and fill them into himself. It can be called a foul ability.

"Full Engineering Projection"

The twenty-seven magic circuits in the body bloom with mysterious magic light, connecting with the girl in his arms.

In the sea of ​​consciousness, the boy standing on the sword hill bears the analytical pressure beyond the comprehension of ordinary people, and the snow-haired girl smiles and slowly hugs him after emerging.

In an instant, it is like a blocked torrent being guided and venting in different directions.

[Filling completed]

Yagyu Tajima-no-Mori. Killing God with one sword, snow drifting on the earth, dominating the world.

Ye Gucheng. Fairy from the sky

Nameless Holy Spirit Sword Technique Heavenly Sword Realm Ten Thousand Swords Return to the Origin

Shang Buhuan. My humble sword has no style, and the spirits and gods are afraid of it

Using the third method soul materialization held by Einzbern as the carrier, combined with the connection between himself and Illya's soul, the information carried on the weapon is transferred to the body of the hero made by the third method at the moment of loading.

This is a perfect replica without a true soul, almost replicating the experience of half a lifetime-an artificial hero.

On the side of Wuqing Sword, Ye Gucheng saw the figure holding the same sword, with a white face and a slight beard, and wearing a snow-white robe. His eyes looked like two cold stars in the snowy night.

In between breaths, the coldness penetrated into the heart and lungs, and a sword light was like a startling lightning, like a long rainbow across the sky.

Ye Gucheng moved his feet lightly and raised his chin to avoid the sword that was about to kill him: "Is there such an opportunity?"

Facing the action that would inevitably retract and stab in the next second, he smiled and spun his sword out quickly.

With a clang!

Two identical swords clashed, sparks flew, and the sword light was brilliant and swift.

"Yes, it's just in time."

The sharp sword power came from the body, and Wuming released a lonely and high-hanging sword intent. The virtual but substantial sword energy burst out from his fingers, dissolving the countless sharp swords that the replica waved his hand to summon.

"You actually used a real sword?!" Shang Buhuan saw Yingling's actions and immediately felt that the other party was not a martial artist.

I saw Yingling Shang Buhuan failed to hit him several times, and casually pulled out a magic weapon in the world of swords. Suddenly, his offensive and strength became several times stronger, which made some viewers who didn't care much about him start to seriously examine his strength.

"Yellow dust!"

Shang Buhuan threw the wooden sword in his hand, and the violently rotating sword body generated wind pressure and rolled up dust, temporarily stopping the attack of the heroic spirit.

"This place is full of weapons, holy swords, demon swords, demon swords, and immortal swords. It seems that you don't lack weapons at all, hahahaha." Shang Buhuan held the wooden sword and fought with his own replica heroic spirit, and abundant energy burst out from the two of them.

He looked at Shirou Emiya, and the corners of his mouth slightly outlined a curve, wondering what he thought of.

"Then, these weapons must be nothing to you, right?!"

A scroll flew out of his arms, and his fingers quickly slid on the sword blade outlined by pen and ink, and finally stopped on a weapon called Sun and Moon Divine Breath.

The ancient sword was drawn out, and the light instantly became as bright as daylight, the sun covered the blue sky, and then the moon rose in the middle of the sky, as if there was endless brilliance falling.

Shirou Emiya's eyelids jumped when he saw this scene. He always felt that the scroll and the weapon names on it had been seen somewhere before, such as movie props during filming.

In the snowy plain, the affectionate swordsmanship side watched this scene with interest, and the ruthless swordsmanship side did not waste this opportunity to fight against the mirror self and immersed themselves in it.

But not long after, Shirou Emiya found an old man walking on the snow, and he shattered his heroic spirit body with just a face-to-face encounter.

He stopped about ten meters away from Shirou Emiya and smiled:

"Would you two like to join my Floating Light Immortal Realm Sword Pond lineage? Don't worry about the restrictions of Zhutian City paying a price to stay in other universes. The great masters of our sect will go to your world to lead you over."

The old man did not have any fluctuations in his cultivation, but the swordsmanship he just used was not the moves contained in the weapon read by Shirou Emiya.

"Thank you for your kindness, senior." Shirou Emiya refused in the tone of his years in the cultivation world, "But I am used to being idle and have no idea for the time being."

"Really? Then let's communicate with swords." The old man did not entangle, threw away the iron sword in his hand that could be seen everywhere, and took out a long object wrapped in silk and satin.

He moved slowly, his hands were still shaking, and he lifted the silk to reveal a golden ancient sword. The sword body was full of cracks, but it was filled with blue and red fairy gold for bonding.

"I hate separation, and I was injured in my early years. Now I am probably in the realm of no return to heaven. If I were in some other world, I would probably be in the realm of no stain or heavenly immortal."

"The sword of affection and the sword of ruthlessness are no longer important to me. I came here just to find some talented swordsmen."

"I see you are very confident." His somewhat turbid eyes became clear when he touched the sword, and he glanced at Shirou Emiya with a smile:

"Will you take my sword?"

A chill suddenly spread from Shirou Emiya's back to his whole body. When he saw the sword in the other's hand, he felt a tingling pain in his soul.

It's not that the sword can't be projected, but that the huge sword intent and sword skills accumulated over thousands of years are difficult to fill.

Forced filling? !

No. In that case, the opponent's sword intent will stay in your body for a long time, and even your sword will become the appearance of the opponent's hand

"Very sharp, qualified to take our sword." Henbieli praised: "Don't say that I am bullying you. This sword does not use cultivation, only sword intent."

His trembling palm instantly grasped the hilt, and the sword world created by Shirou Emiya began to crumble, along with the bright moon in the sky, as if it would lead all things in the world to destruction. Black light lit up from the fragmented sword body.

"The way of heaven is in motion, all things are constant, so they are born and destroyed, and they are integrated into the body."

Henbieli's voice came into Shirou Emiya's ears, and the sword intent was like the might of the universe. It seemed that he had sensed it somewhere, but the more terrifying sword of destruction made Shirou Emiya's memory begin to surge.

"Shirou." Illya's voice woke Shirou Emiya up.

"Ah, I know." Shirou Emiya took a deep breath and raised an excited smile: "This is much easier than work."

In fact, the artificial heroic spirits he and Illya created were originally designed to try to relieve Shirou Emiya from overtime, but it was a pity that the artificial heroic spirits could only fight and could not do other things.

Although Shirou Emiya was not a combative person, he used the holy medicine spring as his daily supply every day. In addition to making weapons, he went to the kitchen to cook to complete system tasks. It was also good to change his activities occasionally to verify his current practice.

"What's more, we can't just lose like this."

The endless sword energy surged from the gradually defeated sword world, rising and falling like the tide, and each ownerless sword scattered on the ground had different sword intentions.

"Even if you know thousands of sword intentions, you can't match the ultimate of the ultimate one." Henbieli warned, he raised the long sword in his hand, and a sense of creation surged in the sword light of destruction: "Little ghost! Don't you have your own sword?"

The sky and the earth became darker, the sun and the moon fell together, and the sword light was beautiful.

At this moment, all the heroes faced by the ruthless sword disappeared, and everyone looked up at the old man who had been hiding before and told everyone that he wanted to accept a disciple, and the other party's sword pointed at Shirou Emiya.

They admitted that Shirou Emiya's means just now were very strong, and he could create replicas with the original sword skills to fight with them, but if compared with the old man's sword.

The sword sounded!

The crystallization of the third magic soul materialized into Shirou Emiya's soul, giving him the characteristics of immortal soul and infinite magic power.

Thanks to this, Shirou Emiya can release moves beyond his potential at any cost, including the Secret of the Word of Soldiers, the Hundred Styles of the Sword God, the Sword Sutra, the Ten Directions Sword Art, and other skills until they are integrated into the final and strongest move.

"All things in the world are swords, and gods, ghosts, demons, and evil are swords."

Shirou Emiya closed his eyes, raised his heavy and weak right hand, gently grasped it in the air, and drew out a long sword that was completely white.

"The waves of catastrophe are crossing, and the universe and the sky are all swords."

The dazzling sword light hovered and entangled on the blade in his hand. The weapons in the world of swords also turned into sword energy and gathered on the blade, like a group of bright and clear storms that kept circling.

"It is the catastrophe of all gods!"

The sky and the earth darkened, and countless people who witnessed this scene forgot everything, only the vast sword light flew towards the destructive light that overturned the world.

Suddenly, in the overlapping time and space of the past, present, and future, pieces of sword light flew like snowflakes!

I don't know how long it has passed, any sense of time is covered by these two endless, mutually obliterating, flawless and ultimate sword intentions.

"It seems that I really can't teach you." Henbieli swung out a brilliant and pure sword light, shattering the world formed by the collision of the cave and the sword intention, and returning everyone to the arena of Yinglong Tower.

He carefully wrapped the golden sword with a piece of silk and satin and held it in his arms, shaking his head with some regret.

I don't know which world the heir of the sword sect is from, but he has achieved such a sword cultivation at this age. The only problem is that the magical powers and skills are too mixed. Why do they feel like things from different cultivation systems are mixed together?

At such a young age, he has practiced so many things at the same time. Aren't you afraid that this heir will go crazy?

"Come and visit our Floating Light Immortal Realm when you have time. Swords are the only thing that matters there."

Henbieli nodded with satisfaction, looked at the others, and said, "The Sword Pond lineage where I am is tolerant of sword cultivators from all generations. If you want to go further in the sword path, you might as well give it a try."

His turbid eyes swept across the faces of the crowd, sighing that there were so many good seedlings in this class, while complaining that they were all arrogant sword cultivators, and the enrollment quota for this thousand years had not been met.

"Nine out of ten sword cultivators have this temper."

Henbieli glanced at Su Lin, his eyes swept across the pistol in the other's hand without a trace, and muttered in a low voice: "You are not worth conspiring with, a heretic scum."

"Floating Light Realm Sword Cultivator Alliance, Henbieli?" Su Lin asked.

After saying this, Henbieli stopped abruptly.

"Do you know me?" Henbieli asked.

Awesome, there is such a thing.

Su Lin raised his eyebrows and looked at the sword fairy with a strange look.

Seeing that Su Lin did not answer, Hate Bieli pointed at the gun in Su Lin's hand and said vigilantly: "Don't bring these evil things back to the Floating Light Fairyland, otherwise I will report you to the Sword Cultivator Alliance."

Su Lin was happy and asked: "Has Jin Huan repaired it?"

Xie Bie Li glanced at the long sword wrapped in his arms, his eyes full of doubts: "You even know Jin Huan's name, which old ghost soldier are you reincarnated?"

"The Qiongqi Tower Zhetian Chamber of Commerce next door repairs weapons for half price." Su Lin pointed to the direction of the exit outside the tower: "There is also a military department of Heavenly Court there, maybe they can repair your magic sword."

Hearing Su Lin's words, Xie Biere's eyes widened, and he turned into sword light and rushed towards the outside of Yinglong Tower without looking back.

Can you not recognize me?

This old man was the disposable old man he had used when fighting Zhongli in Lu Mingfei's world.

"Rungling Kendo, I hate to leave and give up the game." A manager walked out and looked at the Ruthless Kendo side: "If there is no objection, this match will be won by Wuqing Kendo."

After a while.

Su Lin stood at the entrance of the Tiandao Lotto with a bunch of lottery tickets for "Young Love Kendo Winning" to redeem the prizes. While thinking about the separation, he said to Ruhua, who was in charge of selling tickets:

"In the righteous way, magic way, and martial arts exchange competition over there, buy Gu Yue Fang Yuan, Tang San Zang, and Qi Tian Emperor respectively. Well, don't give me the rewards you redeemed. All enter."

"No contestant record? Oh, keep it for now, we'll have it later."

Snapped--!

Shang Yue slapped herself on the face, but found that she had not woken up from her dream.

"Mr. Pei Qian, are you really lying to me?"

"What do you think? I specialize in games."

Shang Yue has just asked several other guests from modern times what the Elden Ring is. To be honest, he rarely played console games before time travel, but after hearing about the setting and background of this game, he looked at the other guests. The look in the eyes of a modern guest is a little subtle.

"Then I must be crazy."

Something was wrong, very wrong.

First there was Xiao Yan, a fighting sect who used the Soul Emperor to refine elixirs, then Lu Mingfei, who seemed to be returning from the Elden Ring, and now there is Shirou Emiya who is following the Illya line and suppressing the heroes with his sword?

After making sure that none of the other guests in the modern world had seen these versions, Shang Yue slapped his mouth one after another in an attempt to sober up.

"Master Shang Yue, don't be like this, eh, don't be like this."

Someone quickly grabbed him.

Shang Yue waved her hands, looked at the sky in confusion and walked towards other areas.

"The human world is filthy again"

Is there something wrong with the protagonists invited by Qiongqita?

This plot is so twisted that it’s like grandma’s house!

etc.

Who is shouting filth?

Shang Yue turned her head and looked aside. In the center of the martial arts exchange competition where they were using swords to cut each other's hard qigong, Golden Bell and Toad Kung Fu, a group of martial arts people looked at a handsome man with six jet-black wings on his back, and stopped in a daze. action inside.

"ah?"