Ming Dynasty, New Rome, and Infinite Divine Machine

"Somehow, it seems like there's no need to teach at all."

Shangluo held the sword pill in both hands, and then stacked his palms together, with the left hand below and the right hand above.

When his two palms moved away, a white jade-like hilt suddenly appeared on his left hand. Two fingers of his right hand moved outward along the direction of the hilt, and the sword edge condensed and took shape wherever his fingertips reached.

The sword body continued to extend until it was three feet and six inches long. When he moved his right hand away, the eight-edged sword tip finally took shape. The white jade-like sword body was shining all over, including the sword tip.

The shape of the sword is nothing out of the ordinary, it is the most typical sword shape. If you want to find an illustration for a thing like "sword" in an encyclopedia, it will probably be like this - this is the most standard sword shown by the sword principle.

The moment the sword took shape, a white halo lit up behind him.

【How does it feel? 】

Shangluo casually made a sword flower: "My mind follows my heart, just like my arm moves my fingers. The interesting thing is, I actually haven't learned swordsmanship."

[Because the magic of the sword has been cast into it, all of it is contained in the principle called "sword" - to some extent, you can regard it as a sword spirit existing in this sword. ]

"I don't think so. When I used the former young general, I always felt that he had his own ideas. I don't think the sword spirit of this sword will argue with me like the former young general did."

[As weapon spirits, sword spirits are different from beans. They are inert. Remember when you were in your inner scene, many seniors told you, "Don't talk to people in the inner scene." Do you remember? The same principle. As long as you don't chat with your sword spirit, the sword spirit will not be activated by being enlightened. As long as you don't check, they are not sentient beings. ]

"Just like those mushroom people?"

[Just like the mushrooms at the beginning. At first, only the snakes were alive, and the rest were just natural phenomena. This sword carries the ideal of the sword, which means it has the sword technique that is "natural".]

"Why does this sound like Karin? Like the Great Spring Spirit?"

[Because it's the same. The magic contained within is the sword's magic, the same as the Great Spring Spirit's magic.]

"Hmm? You know what? Speaking of the Great Spring Spirit, I seem to..."

He held the sword with both hands, and suddenly felt the sword intent surging in his heart:

Raising his sword above his head with both hands, he shouted, "Great! Arcadia!"

Blazing light burst out from the sword at his command, and the white halo behind it spread out like a recuperation—

[Stop! You can't use this move here! It will split the alchemy furnace in front of you! And you don't have to say the elf's lines! Don't let the sword lead you astray.]

"Oh, I got carried away. Sorry."

He quickly retracted the sword light. Although the power was great, his heavenly body allowed him to control this level of magic freely.

"Come to think of it, it seems that using these magics does not require any consumption of life span?"

[Because the sword spirit has already used magic to get through, so it is not necessary. The current strength of this sword is probably between the Qi training stage and the foundation building stage.]

"That is, very strong, able to cast magic, but not strong enough to rival a Foundation Establishment Stage cultivator?"

[Yes. The division between the foundation-building stage and the Qi-training stage is not about strength, but about the "boundary". Strength is hard to say. A Qi-training stage monk could be shot to death by a mortal, right? To be more precise, after being equipped with the sword's principle, one can exert angelic power.]

"Yeah," Shangluo nodded.

He already had an idea of ​​the level of this power - although the blazing sword just now was powerful, he could still put it away at will without any backlash due to the power.

However, this is based on Shangluo's own cultivation. Although he lacks experience, his cultivation level is ridiculously high, already at the border of the Golden Core Stage. At this level of power, this sword is controllable.

If it were an ordinary Qigong practitioner, Shangluo felt that he might even have his mind taken away by the sword spirit.

"This sword spirit still has some edge - mainly because the will of Arcadia contained in it is too strong. What is Arcadia?"

[Arcadia is the kingdom of elves, meaning fairyland. Arcadia once fought a war with the Romans, so the sword spirit collected by this sword spirit still has some temperament. It may cause the user to like to shout out the name of the sword move. But don't worry about it taking over the user's mind. You have also felt that the sword spirit of this sword is inert. It may indeed affect the user's mind, but at most it is just a hint, suggesting that they shout out the name of the sword move. ]

"Hmm," Shangluo thought for a moment, "there's something wrong with shouting 'Great Arcadia', as if I'm possessed by a spirit. And if I shout it too much, there's no guarantee that something won't go wrong."

[Then you can modify it yourself. The elf sword skills like 'Great Arcadia' are just factory settings. If you don't like it, you can flash it. Although sword magic is represented by the elf sword, there are many ways to interpret the sword. Even if you must shout out the lines, you don't have to shout out the elf's words. ]

"Okay." After having a general understanding, Shangluo was quite satisfied with the condition of the sword.

He held the silver sword horizontally, one hand on the hilt and the other on the tip, and pulled it toward the center - the Sword of Idea returned to the state of a portable sword pill, and the circular light behind him that appeared as the Idea unfolded also disappeared.

"It's useful, but I have to be determined before I can do it. After all, every hammer will be infused with my phlogiston, and the pain it brings is predictable - but the mind is more important than the matter. I'll just ignore it. Come on, close the door, I'm going to start."

Chapter 942 Dan Sword

In the evening, after school, Wen Yuan was called to the door of the Jinyiwei's alchemy room, where Phaethon was standing.

"Shangluo wants to ask me something?" He felt a little strange. Because Phaethon was already here, why did he call him over?

"Because you can use a sword."

"Ah, yes." Wen Yuan nodded. "Our family's spear and sword skills are inherited from our family. They are quite common among the imperial guards. It is actually a kind of bayonet technique, which combines the use of long swords and short spears. So I usually practice directly with a bayonet. As for the characteristics, it is too complicated to explain from an expert's perspective, such as twisting and turning, the body destroying the sword, and the sword following the person's movement. From an outsider's perspective, it is just spinning in circles. The footwork is very important, and you have to fight and spin at the same time."

"Do you know how to use the long sword?"

"They're all the same. Swords and knives are just names given by people. In spear and sword techniques, stabbing and slashing are both important. When used on a rifle, you have to add a buttstock - in short, it's a mental method. Weapons are like this. Once you master them, you will be able to use them in a variety of ways. Then you will find that the best weapon is a big gun. But you can't carry a ash pole everywhere you go, so at this time, a portable weapon like a sword is very important."

"That's good." Phaethon nodded. "Shangluo is waiting for you. Please go in."

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"what happened?"

"Why do you make me feel so chilled by what you said? I feel like Shangluo wants to use me as a sacrifice to his sword."

"He is just surnamed Shang, and he is not from the Shang Dynasty. How can he have the habit of chopping off people's heads for sacrifices? Okay, go in quickly."

Phaethon opened the door of the alchemy room and motioned Wen Yuan to go in.

Wen Yuan looked back at the setting sun and walked into the dark, unlit alchemy room.

"Click", the light turned on.

Next to the remaining fire of the alchemy furnace, under the incandescent light of the alchemy room, a white phantom stood there - long white hair hung down to the feet, and a small golden hammer was grasped between slender fingers.

"You're here." The voice was mixed with long-standing resentment and endless fatigue. Only by listening carefully could one tell it was Shangluo.

"Hey, Shangluo, are you okay? Why are you acting like the White-haired Witch? I was ready to turn around and run away."

"Ah, you're talking about this." He touched the long hair on the back of his head, "This is the price of magic, a trace of the passage of time. Let's not talk about this for now." He turned around, and his long hair fluttered behind him with his body -

Shangluo made a gesture of invitation: "Please choose one."

"Choose one? What happens after you choose?"

"I asked you to choose one, so go ahead." Shang Luo looked normal, but his voice was mixed with some unquestionable power. It didn't sound like he wanted to force Wen Yuan to do this, but rather that he had lost control of his emotions because of exhaustion - just like the emotional explosion on Monday after staying up all night on the weekend.

Wen Yuan swallowed his saliva. This appearance, this voice, both made him feel an irresistible power.

"Okay." He agreed, not because he was afraid, but because it was a friend's request.

Walking to Shangluo's side, he looked at the 200 golden sword pills placed on the table.

"This one will do." He picked one at random.

"Very good. Then it is your opponent."

"what?"

Before he could finish his words, Shangluo fell down along with the branches like a felled willow tree - but immediately stood up again.

[Huh. It's my turn.] She patted her sleeves and touched her face. She looked at Wen Yuan, [Why are you looking at me? It's not the first time. Shangluo is very tired now. He went to rest. Let me control the body.]

"Is he okay?"

"I'm fine." Shangluo's voice echoed through the air. "I'm just a little tired, like I've been tired for fifty or a hundred years. So I turned on the automatic navigation and asked her to help me walk. As for this sword, let's go and try it out. You're the only one I know who's skilled with a sword."

"No problem." Wen Yuan nodded. "That sounds much more natural. Just now I felt like you were so tired that you were about to explode. You want me to help you test the sword, that's easy. Who's holding it?"

[Give it to me.] Apollonia took the sword pill from him, [Let's go to the Jinyiwei's competition arena. You know the way, right? Lead the way.]

With that, Apollonia went out first.

After taking a few steps, Wen Yuan shuddered when he saw her back.

【What’s wrong with you? 】

"It's so weird. So scary. It's clearly Shangluo's body, but there's a different soul inside. Your micro-expressions, your walking posture, and your movements are completely different from his. You can tell at a glance."

【Hey, is there anything you are not satisfied with? 】

"No, no." Wen Yuan shook her head violently. "I would never dare to offend you or Miss Phaethon. You are both too powerful."

[Tsk, I'm glad to know.] She turned around and glared at Wen Yuan - then stepped on her hair that was mopping the floor, and fell forward.

Wen Yuan didn't dare to stay for a second and walked straight out the door as if she saw nothing.

Phaethon stood behind Shangluo holding a comb.

Although it was Apollonia who was inside, the body belonged to Shangluo. Now the hair was longer than anyone else's hair, and Apollonia didn't know how to take care of her hair, so she had to ask Phaethon to do it.

"Say, do you want to cut some of it off?" Phaethon asked, "Shangluo, give me a clear answer. It's hard to tie up such long hair."

[Shangluo said that it is enough to simply tie it up for a while. 】

"What is he going to do? Grow his hair?"

[He said that it was not easy to have such long hair, and he wanted to keep it for some experience.]

"Okay, I'll just tie it up." She took out her spare hair tie and stood behind Shangluo. She simply tied Shangluo's hair up, not tying it into a ponytail, which would be too troublesome.

"That's enough. This way I shouldn't be stepped on for the time being. Shangluo, are you satisfied?"

[He wants to take a short nap, and then he wants to try out the sword. Let me take a look. Ah, it won't be able to be dragged on the ground like this, I want to try out the White-haired Witch. ]

"You should first learn how not to step on your own hair."

Before she finished speaking, she suddenly saw two arms as white as jade extending from behind Shangluo and tidying up her hair.

“Wow! This is…”

[It's Shangluo. He didn't sleep, just took a nap. This is his own hand. He seems to have learned some interesting magic from the transformation of ideals.]

"That's true. After all, he was hammered 200 times. No one worked like this before. Even if he had the lifespan of a turtle, he would probably be hammered to death. If he doesn't learn anything, it means he is not smart enough." She held up her two outstretched arms and reached for the hair band:

"How weird. Anyway, is this okay? Feel it for yourself?"

After giving a thumbs up, Shangluo took his hand back.

Chapter 943 Sword Power

"You're here? Is that you?"

In the arena, Wen Yuan looked at the man who slowly walked onto the stage - he could confirm that this was Shang Luo after a short rest.

Although the appearance was exactly the same as when Apollonia was in charge, Wen Yuan could directly feel the difference in the other party:

His long white hair was tied behind his back. He held the mini hammer in his left hand. The handle of the hammer was held by his ivory-white slender fingers. The veins and tendons were floating under his thin skin. The snow-white skin extended from his exposed palms and arms to his neck. His neck and earlobes were slightly red, and the red edges were also expanding with his breathing. This appearance was even more frightening than when Zhu Ling mistakenly identified him as a "fox fairy". But as long as he moved his eyes up and looked into Shangluo's eyes, this feeling would disappear.

There was a sense of rational madness in his wine-red pupils. Under the background of ordinary people, when Shangluo was exhausted to the extreme, the "pure power" revealed the tip of the iceberg. This was the power that a celestial being should have, but the power of uncertainty was restricted by a clear consciousness. Now Shangluo, like entering a drunken boxing state, showed a magnificent deterrent power in a semi-conscious and semi-conscious state.

"Hey, Shangluo, do you want to take a break?"

"I've already rested. I rested for ten minutes before going on stage. That's enough time for me to finish the fight with you."

"I don't mean physical strength. I'm scared to see you in your current state!"

"Really?" Shang Luo thought about it - he also knew what Wen Yuan meant. He was the one who felt the most deeply this kind of madness of power. He even thought that this might be the feedback caused by using magic.

[It is indeed possible that this state of ecstasy is a typical characteristic of Dionysian power.]

"But it should be fine." He looked at the sword pill in his hand, "I won't attack directly. I will only control this sword to attack you. This means that the attack you suffer is probably at the same level as your own strength."

"That being said, I'm still a little scared." Wen Yuan replied, "Are you sure this is okay?"

"You look like a man of action. You are more cautious than anyone else at critical moments."

"My family has only one son for three generations, so of course I have to be cautious. I am very afraid of death. But..." Wen Yuan thought for a while, "Okay. I am not a pushover. You have asked me to come here, and if I don't respond, I will be inferior. A cultivator cultivates the heart of Tao. If I hide from you, I will lose my heart of Tao."

"Oh, that's right. Fellow Daoist Wen, just stand there and take my sword. I think our realms can both be elevated."

"Why do I feel like everyone looks like a nail when you hold a hammer in your hand? Oh, no, you are holding a hammer in your hand." Wen Yuan suddenly replied, "Well, don't move your hammer, okay? Don't move it at all. I think your hammer is the most dangerous."

[Woo woo woo~~ It's really dangerous. Although it's just an ordinary hammer, it's this guy's life-long magic weapon. When he uses this hammer, it's the time when he can exert his power most smoothly. ]

Wen Yuan couldn't hear her hint. But as a cultivator, he could still judge the most basic good and bad luck. The hammer was murderous, but as long as he didn't touch it, everything else would be easy.

"So, how do we start? Who's going to call out the numbers?"

"I'll shout." Wen Yuan pulled out the imperial guards' spear and sword that was handed down from his family. He brought his sword with him when Shangluo wanted to duel with him. Although he knew that the sword was in danger of being damaged, it was a more appropriate fate for a sword to be damaged in a duel rather than decaying with the passage of time.