Snap!

Over the ruins of the city.

The two figures kept intersecting.

Fang Xing's hands were like butterflies piercing flowers. He suddenly stretched out and caught an armor-piercing bullet.

Bang bang!

The other bullets landed on him, making a sound like rain hitting banana trees and falling to the ground one after another.

"It seems that your firearms skills are not good... you can't even make blood-breaking bullets."

Fang Xing shook his head.

As a mecha master, Uriel's strength is subject to certain limitations in the virtual space.

For example, these weapons need to be 'manufactured' one by one in the virtual space before they can be determined to be equipped.

If it were in the outside world, mechas of this level must be equipped with various enchanted bullets, such as 'blood-breaking warheads', which are best at breaking through the warrior's energy and blood defense.

Then he would never dare to perform this physically, as it would be easy for him to be beaten into a sieve.

tread!

As soon as Fang Xing stepped forward, the air seemed to solidify into solid earth. Using his strength, he rushed towards Wu Lie.

The barrel on Wu Lie's mechanical arm automatically fell off, and a layer of fist armor emerged: "Bullet Punch!"

This is a martial art specifically designed to work with mechas. It is used by mecha masters, and its power is astonishing.

The fist shadows all over the sky were like bullets, hitting Fang Xing overwhelmingly.

Fang Xing's eyes moved, and the void around him faintly fluctuated, and a black dragon and a white tiger jumped out.

Dragons roar and tigers roar!

——Dragon and Tiger Domain!

After the countless fist shadows entered the field, they seemed to be stagnated, and their speed became extremely slow.

"Break the magic field and neutralize it!"

On top of Wu Lie's armor, a layer of faint light flickered, and a strange force field erupted.

This is a component that he has worked hard for many years and finally successfully copied in the virtual space. It is also the mecha master's trump card for the warrior field!

As soon as the magic breaking field came out, Fang Xing suddenly felt that his dragon and tiger domain was being continuously weakened.

But he didn't hesitate at all. Instead, with a smile on his face, he swung the knife with his hand.

Ghost Sword - Kill ghosts and gods!

The terrifying martial arts will was like a turbulent wave, constantly passing through the mecha and beating at Wu Lie's heart.

[Warning! Warning! The psychic defense components are damaged, the damage degree is 23%! 25%!...]

A string of bright red warnings appeared, making Wu Lie's face darken.

Among the courses at Holy Armor University, the one he was most impatient about was the structure of psychic defense components.

This is much more difficult than conceiving a weapon, especially for people who are not very talented in martial arts.

'If it were in the outside world, the latest model of the 'Dream Machine AG32' is installed on my mecha. The mental will of the warrior in the outer scene will never be able to break through the defense...'

'But... we can only use the old models I made myself, which is really terrible...'

The roar of dragons and tigers could be faintly heard in Wu Lie's ears, and the shadows of fists in the sky suddenly disappeared.

Then, a ray of sword light fell on his mecha, causing the protective shield to activate instantly and wear out violently.

Bang!

Fang Xing's eyes flashed with gold, and with the blessing of the Vajra Prajna power, he shattered the energy shield with one punch, and passed through Wu Lie's mask unabated, and then his head...

Boom!

The remains of a headless mecha fell and exploded in mid-air...

Fight outside the stage.

Looking at this scene, Gu Jiantong sighed quietly: "Face-slapping madman, it's true... It seems like I'd better not compete with him next time."

Yin Huai glanced at Gu Jiantong, and couldn't help laughing: 'Are you sure that you will lose? But forget it if you lose in the competition, and losing so miserably is indeed a bit...'

…

There are many disturbances from the outside world, and Fang Xing is unaware of it.

He is checking new information at this time.

[Hey, classmate Fang Xing, congratulations on being on the battle list, ranking: 9! Please keep up the good work! 】

"Well, as the ninth person on the battle list, I have to fight ten battles... If the number of challengers is less than ten, the system will automatically match?"

Fang Xing took a look and found that he had received many challenge letters in just a short time.

It’s all in the virtual space anyway, and you won’t die if you lose, so who is afraid of whom?

"Huh?"

He browsed through many lists and when he saw a name, he nodded immediately: "It's you..."

…

Tick ​​tock! Tick tock!

In the bamboo forest, the drizzle is hazy.

Small bridge, flowing water, and a thatched house in the distance.

Fang Xing stood on the bridge, waiting for his first challenger.

"Gu Zhen!"

He looked towards the person and saw a young man in black, with a handsome appearance and a cold expression, holding a strange-shaped ancient sword in his hand.

The sword is completely black, and the hilt seems to be inlaid with a scarlet eye.

At this time, the eyes were still staring restlessly, bringing with them every trace of mental pollution.

"A long sword made of materials belonging to the Evil God?"

Fang Xing nodded: "Let me see the edge of your sword!"

The Federation has been at war with extraterrestrial evil gods for many years, so it naturally has a discipline that specializes in studying extraterritorial evil gods.

There have even been attempts to use the blood, corpses, and bones of foreign evil gods and their relatives.

The best among them is the Nine Swords Academy, and it has opened up a special evolutionary route - [Sword Master]!

If you want to advance to the level of Sword Master, the most basic requirement is to become a martial artist and then transfer to [Ghost Swordsman]!

[Ghost Swordsman] can seal part of the power of the evil god in the body, and try to use various weapons made from the body of the evil god.

In the battle, constantly hone yourself, digest the power of your own evil god through bloody battles, and evolve evil weapons!

At its peak, after passing the test of the Nine Swords Road, you will be the [Sword Master] who can perfectly digest the power of the evil god!

Although many [Ghost Swordsmen] look different from humans and ghosts, they seem to be masters of mutation science.

In fact, the real [Sword Master] is the purest human being, and even the mutations in his original body will fade away.

"The name of the sword - Long Xie, is made from the main material of the high-ranking family - the Xie Eye Dragon Clan!"

Gu Zhen's hands are as white as jade, and his nails are cut very short. They are the palms of a truly famous swordsman.

But at this moment, as he slowly pulled out Long Xie, Fang Xing could see the dark green veins bulging on his palm, squirming like earthworms.

choke!

The evil dragon sword is unsheathed!

Fang Xing's eyes were in a trance, and a monster that looked like a dragon or an earthworm seemed to appear in front of his eyes.

Its whole body is covered with pitch-black sharp claws, and its eyes are scarlet vertical pupils, with dark red rays surging from them.

"Huh? Such strong mental pollution...doesn't this exceed the limit of outdoor scenes?"

Fang Xing frowned, and then his energy and blood vibrated, and the bones all over his body exploded. He was covered with a layer of gold-lined clothes, accompanied by the roar of dragons and tigers.

——Dragon and Tiger Domain!

choke!

The sword roared again, and a jet-black light was like a moon blade, piercing into the realm of dragon and tiger.

Fang Xing felt an inexplicable tingling sensation between his brows, as if his territory had been torn open!

Then, streams of astonishing sword energy poured out along this opening, like a dam bursting!

Wow!

Countless sword energy fell on his golden jade clothes, like a stormy wave crashing on a thousand-year-old rock, exploding instantly and dissipating without a trace.
To be continued...