Eighth Crown

"Boom--"

After the vast sword energy flashed away, the entire illusory castle was cut in half, and gradually fell apart under the faint roar.

Pieces of the city walls, cornerstones, houses, ground... fell off in mid-air and fell toward the 100-meter-deep crater. rise.

"Ah...the root of fantasy has gone away..."

The white-haired youth raised his head, as if there was a **** he believed in in the sky, and stretched out his hand to try to grab something, but in his eyes, the thing that had been stagnant somewhere had quickly moved away at this moment.

"My morning star, the **** of Satan... Please forgive my uselessness... Tokugawa! Curse you with my remaining life, don't even think about it for hundreds of years! My soul, my Will, even in hell, will curse you and make you pay for the loss of tens of thousands of Shimabara lives..."

After he uttered a ferocious curse from his mouth, his entire body was like scraps of paper. As soon as the wind blew, it turned into black ashes and dissipated. Not even a trace of survival remained, and the breath of life was even more annihilated.

Musashi, Fujimaru Rika and Qianko Village Masa reappeared in this crumbling illusory castle.

Qianko Muramasa was holding a sword that seemed to have just been forged in his hand, and the red blade was emitting a scorching high temperature, which seemed to make one feel something homogenous with the gods.

"It's an incredible killer, old man..."

Musashi looked at Qianko Village Masaru with a look of amazement, "Let's go out quickly, this castle looks like it is about to collapse, I wonder if Feilong is waiting for us below."

"Well, let's go with the little girl Fujimaru."

Qianzi Village nodded, with a disapproving smile on his face, "Unfortunately, it is impossible for this old man to leave with you... This is a divine weapon that can only be used by gods. Forced use of the body will impose a huge burden on the spiritual foundation... Brother Axiong will ask you all."

"Father..."

Musashi was stunned for a moment, then fell silent.

Looking closely, Qianzi Village's body has gradually disintegrated, turning into countless extremely pale golden light spots, which is a phenomenon that only occurs when a Servant returns to the Throne of Heroes.

Artifacts are weapons that only gods can use. Even if they are demigods, it is extremely difficult to use them, not to mention Servants who are mere mortals.

Originally, Qianzi Village should not even be able to swing the divine sword, but because it was the sword he forged, he could be forced to use it as a forger, and he could destroy the inherent barrier by relying on it, but even so , and also paid the price of the collapse of the spiritual foundation.

"I know, don't worry, old man."

Musashi said with a silent expression: "Leave Axong and Tiansuke to me, and I will settle them well if I say anything."

"Hmph...you sometimes say something nice."

Chikomura heard the words, a relieved smile appeared on his face, and then his body completely turned into a light spot, dissipating in front of Musashi and Fujimaru Tachika.

Along with it, the divine sword in his hand also turned into a spot of light and disappeared without leaving any traces.

"Hurry up and evacuate from there, this illusory castle won't last long!"

The figure of Sherlock Holmes reappeared from the light screen, urging the two to retreat quickly with a serious look.

"Lixiang, you should leave here first, you should be able to leave if you find the flying dragon."

As Musashi said this, he turned around and his expression suddenly became cold, "There is one last enemy here."

"Oh My God."

As if corresponding to her words, a man in a wandering samurai costume walked out of the corner with a meaningless smile on his face.

"The employer has disappeared, so how should I repay the kindness of the meal and the night?"

It was a handsome blue-haired swordsman, holding a long sword more than five feet long, as long as a bamboo pole, with an elegant and calm demeanor.

"Your Excellency is the famous Shinmun Musashi, right? Next is Sasaki Kojiro."

He raised the long sword in his hand and smiled gracefully: "I can't forget the kindness of Your Excellency the sorcerer. Your two swords are really good, how about it? Let's decide the outcome here?"

Sasaki Kojiro?

The moment she heard the name, Musashi clenched the hands that held the two knives, and an extremely belligerent smile gradually appeared on her face. Light sweat oozes out.

A contradictory expression appeared on her face, but the emotions surging in her heart were extremely hot.

"Fateful duel? I didn't expect to see two strong sword saints in one day. If the first one is taken away by Liu Xia-chan, this time I can't let it go no matter what!"

Musashi clenched the two knives in his hand, and a vigorous fighting spirit appeared in his sky blue eyes, and at the same time he shouted, "Come on—!"

"A showdown!"

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"The sword of Dumu Guai, the stronger it is, the stronger it is, but it is a pity that it has no relationship with me."

Liu Xia withdrew his gaze from the direction of the top floor, and the expression in his eyes remained unchanged.

The power of the divine sword that can break through the inherent barrier with a single blade is self-evident. If it is an unowned blade, then Liu Xia should have rushed up now, snatched the blade, and then used the [Noble Phantasm Enhancement Opportunity] to turn it into a sword. Make it your own treasure.

It's a pity that it has an owner. Its owner is Qianzi Village Zheng, and the sword should be his Noble Phantasm, so it could be forged on the spot, but when Qianzi Village Zheng exited, he also disappeared with him.

It is true that Liu Xia's [Anonymous Lingji] can turn other people's things into his own, but if it is a Noble Phantasm, it is another matter. It is the weapon itself that has left a splendid name in history.

[Anonymous Lingji] The only thing that can be transformed is the Noble Phantasm body that has gone through a long history and is left to the present, just like the holy spear that Liu Xia borrowed from Grey, not the hand of the Servant, made with magic power replica.

"This castle is almost broken, so we won't waste time."

Without hesitation, Liu Xia made Bafang appear in his hand, and then took out a palm-sized square object from the different space of Bafang, with a slightly exaggerated mouth and eyes carved on it, but it was completely closed at the moment, like a It was like falling into a deep sleep, and at first glance, it looked as delicate as a handicraft.

"Using [Noble Phantasm Value Increase Chance], limited object - Holy Lance Lungomiad."