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"Oh, that's really bad."

There was no unnecessary expression on Salvatore's handsome face.

He had no other thoughts about the fact that Ling Wuji was able to kill the God Slayer.

And it's hard to say if you have any feelings of grief for others or sympathy for his own kind. After all, there is a reason why this Italian Sword King is called Fool Sword. He is simply a sword fanatic. He doesn't necessarily care much about his duties as a godslayer. He wants to deal with the God of Disobedience purely because the God of Disobedience is qualified to be his opponent.

Although his power is now blocked, the current situation is more suitable for him to hone his swordsmanship...

"When I said that strength and weakness are relative, I meant that right now, apart from your fighting spirit, you can't find any areas where you are stronger than me."

Ling Wu Ji did not give this eager man any chance. With one move, he directly severed the contract between him and Siegfried, eliminating the trouble at the source. After that, he used the same sword as the one they first met. In fact, the focus of this sword was on the word "break" rather than the word "establish", so the King of Swords could only die with hatred.

But before he died, he said to Ling Wuji: "Ling Jun, I heard that the reason you want to attack the God Slayer is because of the Last King?"

"so what?"

"In this case, it can only be said that your swordsmanship is just so-so."

“It’s just that.”

Ling Wu Ji was not angry after receiving such an evaluation from the Sword King. After all, the winners will be kings and the losers will be bandits. The other party has already laid down. Even if he wanted to mock him before dying, it would only be the wailing of a defeated dog.

He has always been generous with such words.

"But you once said, Lord Ling, right? The highest realm you pursue in swordsmanship is to imitate your own heart as the heart of heaven and use your own sword as the sword of heaven. But now you have borrowed the sword of your servant to block our abilities," Salvatore had a strange smile on his face. Although he was coughing up blood, he showed the calmness of a winner. "Not to mention, in order to avoid trouble, you used swordsmanship to sever the contract between Siegfried and me. But if you have the courage to use your own sword as the sword of heaven, why bother doing that? Can a heroic spirit like Siegfried really pose any threat to you?

"In the final analysis, you still don't have the courage to accomplish all your goals with your sword! So you are destined to never defeat the Last King! You are destined to never reach that supreme realm!"

In the end, he bared his fangs and used his words to deliver a fatal blow to Ling Wuji:

"As long as the Last King continues to exist, he will be your lifelong nightmare! How pathetic! Your Majesty! You have such means, but you still have to worry about a person you don't know. As long as you live in this world, that nightmare will haunt you for the rest of your life! You will never be able to escape it for the rest of your life!"

He laughed wildly.

Ling Wuji just said nonchalantly: "I just mentioned the so-called supreme realm casually, it's amazing that you still remember it so clearly. If I say I can turn back time, what would you think?"

Volume 3: Where is Penglai: Chapter : One Night ()

When Salvatore Donny heard him say that, his expression froze, and then he said in astonishment: "This... are you now... this can't be true..."

He finally died.

Ling Wu Ji sighed.

He didn't have a bad impression of the Sword King, but since he had already decided to take action, it would only make people laugh if he acted childishly. However, he inevitably felt that he was becoming more and more like a great devil. In fact, he quite liked this feeling. No wonder Ji Moyu liked to be so domineering and ask people to kneel down when they met. The feeling of holding the opponent's life in his hands and deciding it with a single word was too wonderful. He even understood why Amakusa Shiro Tokisada was so persistent in that goal.

He may not be able to see that his salvation is wishful thinking.

But he was still addicted to the feeling.

Although it sounds a bit ironic to say that, this situation is actually similar to that of a dog licker. What a dog licker likes may not be the object, he just likes himself, the self who is moved by his own efforts, just like what Aozaki Touko commented on Araya Soren.

"Absolutely selfish?"

Although Ling Wu Ji scoffed at the Sword King's last words before his death, he couldn't help but feel that the other party's words actually made some sense. If he really wanted to reach the realm of "imitating one's own heart as the heart of heaven, and using one's own sword as the sword of heaven", then he would remain absolutely selfish. All his actions must be based on satisfying his own thoughts and ideas. Only then would he be able to truly complete the sword of "Six Dragons Returning to the Sun".

“It’s a direction.”

Maybe I could ask Ji Moyu for advice?

Although Ling Wu Ji had a premonition that this Holy Grail War would soon end this night.

By then, everything about Ji Moyu's thoughts will become clear.

……

Strictly speaking, having power blocked is a big deal for any godslayer, but it is a little different for Luo Hao. Her combat power is indeed mostly based on power, but her own martial arts skills cannot be ignored. As far as Ling Wuji knows, her magic of shrinking the earth into an inch is comparable to a magical power in a sense. If it can be activated anytime and anywhere and if Ling Wuji can use it himself, he can just grab an enemy and take the opponent to the center of the earth or outer space. He doesn't believe how many enemies can withstand it?

However, he didn't get the spell list, so he could only rely on speculation for the details.

Relatively speaking, Salvatore's words are most appropriate for Luo Hao.

She had achieved the feat of killing gods when she was not yet a godslayer. Even if her power was blocked, she was not necessarily much weaker.

So even when she saw Ling Wuji approaching her with a sword in hand, she still waited calmly and said, "So, how many God Slayers have died at your hands?"

Ling Wu Ji stretched out four fingers.

"So, I'm the last one?"

"That's not the case. Didn't the two from North America and India not come to participate in the Holy Grail War?"

"Do you still want to continue hunting the God Slayer?"

"It sounds like Master Luo doesn't seem to have enough confidence in whether he can kill me."

When Ling Wuji heard this person say that, he immediately complained.

"Humph!"

Even though she had lived for hundreds of years and even though she had seen countless geniuses, the young man in front of her was indeed the only one she had ever seen in her life. She had never thought that an ant-like Taoist who had once criticized her could have come to this point. Although he had taken shortcuts to a certain extent, it was a coincidence that the God Slayer could defeat the God of Disobedience. And since he could take shortcuts on the God Slayer again and again, it must be that his methods could be reused, and not just based on a sudden inspiration like when they defeated the God of Disobedience.

She really couldn't tell what kind of mood she should have when facing this young man.

Even facing her impending death, she could hardly say that she could face it calmly.

If you really have to say it, is the hatred between the two really that deep?

"Perhaps in a sense, I should also thank you, because if I hadn't gone to Japan, I might have continued to hide in some deep mountain forest, and still not broken through to the realm of Yin God. I am still restricted by the barrier of life and death, and even have a demon in my heart, making it difficult to cross that step."

Ling Wuji just said casually:

"But then again, Master Luo, will you really thank the disobedient god you killed for the first time?"

Luo Hao thought about it and shook his head: "He is just an enemy. Even if I have to thank him, I should thank him for his death. That is why I am who I am now."

"Yes, if we want to thank our enemies, we should thank their death and oppression for making us who we are now," Ling Wuji naturally agreed with Luo Hao's words, but he changed the subject and said, "Although I haven't figured it out, is it better for you to live or die?"

"Let's save our big words for our dreams!"

Luo Hao didn't think that his life and death depended on a junior.

Besides, even if he could really give her alms, she would definitely not accept it given her pride.

"In fact, I wanted to say something to you, Master Luo, a long time ago. However, the two times we met before were so quick that we couldn't really say much. Now that we have to really decide the outcome and even life and death, why should Master Luo be stingy with a moment of leisure?"

Ling Wuji just spoke slowly.

"But what you want to say is probably not something nice, right?"

Otherwise, why would he have judged her for only caring about small matters and not understanding the big picture?

"The leader is indeed very smart."

Ling Wuji already had some teasing intent at this time.

Luo Hao's face suddenly turned cold. It was obvious that as the leader of the mysterious southern wing of China for hundreds of years, she had never met anyone who could say such words to her face. But now there was someone who could say such words and she might not be able to deal with him, so she could only remain silent.

"Since you belong to the Taoist sect, you must have read all the Taoist scriptures. I wonder if you have read the Tao Te Ching, which is known as the door to all things?"

"If you want to talk nonsense, you might as well say it when you go to hell!"

Luo Hao interrupted him impatiently.

"'To bear the disgrace of the country is to be called the Lord of the Altar of the Country, to bear the misfortune of the country is to be called the King of the World'. The leader has been the co-leader of the mysterious side of southern China for hundreds of years. What on earth have you done in this position? The leader has been living in seclusion in Mount Lushan from beginning to end, not caring about worldly affairs. How can he have the face to be the co-leader of the mysterious side of southern China? People like you, the leader, are just ruling the mysterious side of southern China for your own selfishness."

Volume 4: Where is Penglai: Chapter 36: Road and Wishes

However, for Luo Hao, the weapon of criticism is not as useful as criticism of weapons.

What's more, Luo Hao has been in a high position for hundreds of years. Although she has been living in seclusion in a thatched cottage in the mountains, outsiders have always respected her identity and status. Don't you see that even the Lu family in HK sent her an apprentice who was beaten with gynophobia since childhood and even nearly died many times, but didn't the Lu family just ignore it? She has formed her own path dependence. In other words, her thinking circuit has been fixed. In her concept, she is completely different from ordinary people. In this way, secular principles naturally cannot apply to her.

To be more direct, she is just double standard:

"What do the worldly principles have to do with me?"

If Ling Wuji really wants to correct her personality, he really needs to use weapons to criticize her.

Of course, if Ling Wu Ji really wanted to use weapons to criticize, he would be too lazy to correct other people's second-year syndrome. Direct physical destruction was his style.

“Double standards can be considered a useful approach.”

As long as he regards himself as a different existence from the secular world, then the secular people are just ants in his eyes. Why should he apply his own moral concepts to ants? But this approach is too far-fetched for Ling Wuji now. He really wants to follow the path of "self-sufficiency, no external help", but "unity of knowledge and action" is not like Luo Hao's "unity of knowledge and action". Although Luo Hao is indeed a qualified tyrant, she herself has never seen her true nature...

Saying this to her is like looking for fish in a tree.

If you think about it carefully, even if Ling Wuji asked Ji Moyu for advice, he might not get any useful answers.

Because whether it is her, Zhao Suyi, or even Salvatore Tony, the foundation of their swordsmanship may be sought from the outside world. They just force themselves to make their state of mind fit the requirements of that realm. To some extent, it is more like cutting the feet to fit the shoes. Of course, they are just controlling the means to enter that state of mind. Their own temperament may not change, but what Ling Wu Ji has to do is to use his own temperament as the foundation of his swordsmanship.

But how many people can truly act as they please in this world? Not to mention, which part of the self is the real self? According to Freud's theory, the ego is the real self among the id, ego, and superego. But if a person can do whatever he wants without being restricted by reality, what is the meaning of the role of the self as a regulator?

Thinking of this, Ling Wu Ji lost interest. He raised his sword, pointed it at Luo Hao, and slashed it through the air. Luo Hao originally thought that he was using the spell that could control other people's desire to attack, but after a moment, she suddenly realized that her contract with Qin Shihuang had been cut off, and the command seal on her hand also dissipated into thin air.

"I can not kill you, but there is a condition."

"Say!"

Luo Hao actually has no way to deal with Ling Wu Ji's "human sound" methods now.

According to her original plan, she wanted Qin Shi Huang to fight the enemy together with her. Fortunately, when Ling Wuji used that spell, Qin Shi Huang interfered with him. Although she knew that Ling Wuji had entrusted his apprentice to help find Zhuanxu's holy relics, she felt that Ling Wuji might not be able to summon Zhuanxu. Even if he could, his true energy and the command spell might not be able to...

But there is no point in saying anything now.

"When you go back, don't regard yourself as the leader of the mysterious southern side of China."

"Why, you want to come back?"

Luo Hao glanced at Ling Wuji indifferently and said.

“It will probably take a few years.”

"several years……"

Luo Hao has lived for hundreds of years and obviously doesn't care about this little bit of time.

She thought for a moment, then said, "If you want to go back and take over, I can accept that, but what about after that?"

"After what?"

"The man from the north."

Ling Wuji also looked at her strangely and said, "Are you afraid that I will do something to that person after I return? I said that although there is no deep hatred between that person and you, it seems that you are not very happy with each other, right?"

"Just make sure you know what's going on."

Luo Hao didn't say much.