"Boom — —"
After the vast sword qi flashed past, the entire illusory castle was cut in half. Under the faint rumbling sound, it gradually fell apart.
Pieces of city walls, foundation stones, houses, ground … all fell from the air and fell into the hundred-meter-deep pit. The entire castle was like a piece of dough, quickly collapsing without any external force.
"Ah … The root of fantasy has gone far away …"
The white-haired young man raised his head as if there was a god he believed in in the sky. He stretched out his hand and tried to grab something, but in his eyes, the thing that was originally stagnant somewhere had quickly gone away at this moment.
"My Venus, the God of Satan … please forgive me for being useless … Tokugawa! I curse you with my remaining life, don't think that it will continue like this for hundreds of years! My soul, my will, even in hell, will curse you, and let you pay the price for the disappearance of tens of thousands of lives on the island … "
After he cursed ferociously, his entire body was like a piece of paper. When the wind blew, it turned into black ashes that filled the sky and dissipated. Not even the slightest trace of life was left behind, and his life aura was completely annihilated.
Musashi, Tachika Fujimaru, and Chianko Muramasa reappeared in this crumbling illusory castle.
Chianko Muramasa held a sword that seemed to have just been forged. The red blade was still exuding a high temperature, and it seemed to make people feel something of the same quality as the gods from it.
"What an amazing trump card, old man …"
Musashi looked at Chianko Muramasa with a look of amazement. "Let's go out quickly. This castle feels like it's going to collapse. I don't know if the Flying Dragon is waiting for us below."
"Well, you go with Fujimaru girl."
Qianzi Muramasa nodded, and a nonchalant smile appeared on his face. "It's a pity that I can't leave with you … This Mou Che Blade is a divine weapon that only gods can use. Using it as a servant will put a huge burden on my spiritual base … I'll leave Ah Xi and Ah Xi in your care."
"Old man …"
Musashi stared blankly for a moment before falling silent.
Upon closer inspection, the body of Thousand Children Muramasa was gradually dissipating, turning into countless faint golden light spots. This was a phenomenon that would only appear when a servant returned to the Seat of Heroes.
The artifact was a weapon that only gods could use. Even demigods would find it extremely difficult to use the artifact, not to mention a mere servant who became a mortal.
Originally, Qianzi Muramasa should not even be able to wield the divine saber. However, because it was a saber that was forged by him, he was able to forcefully wield it and rely on it to destroy the inherent enchantment. Even so, he paid the price of the collapse of his spirit base.
"I know. Don't worry, Old Master."
Musashi's expression was solemn as he said, "Leave Ah You and Tian Suke to me. No matter what, I will make sure they are well settled."
"Hmph … You do know how to say nice things once in a while."
When Qianzi Muramasa heard the words, a relieved smile appeared on his face, and then his body completely turned into light spots and dissipated in front of Musashi and Tachika Fujimaru's eyes.
Even the divine saber in his hand also turned into light spots and disappeared without leaving any trace.
"Hurry up and evacuate from there, this illusory castle won't last long!"
Holmes's figure once again appeared in the light screen, urging the two to quickly retreat with a serious look.
"Tachika, you should leave here first. You should be able to leave when you find the Flying Dragon."
Musashi said as he turned around. His expression suddenly turned cold and solemn. "There is one last enemy here."
"Oh, oh."
As if corresponding to her words, a man wearing a wandering samurai costume came out from the corner with a smile on his face.
"The employer has actually disappeared? Then how should I repay the kindness of this meal and a night?"
It was a handsome blue-haired swordsman, holding a long saber that was more than five feet long and as long as a bamboo pole. His expression was elegant and calm.
"Your excellency is the famous new Musashi, right? This one is Sasaki Kojiro. "
He raised the long saber in his hand and smiled elegantly. "This one can't forget the kindness of your excellency. Your Two Sabers are really good. How about it? Let's decide the winner here? "
Sasaki Kojiro?
The moment she heard the name, Musashi's hands holding the two sabers tightly clenched, and an extremely warlike smile gradually appeared on her face. At the same time, she also seemed to feel a great pressure, and her forehead exuded a faint sweat.
A contradictory expression appeared on her face, but the emotions surging in her heart were extremely hot.
"A fateful duel? I didn't expect to see two Sword Saint powerhouses in one day. If the previous one was taken away by Ryuga Jann, this time, no matter what, I can't let it go! "
Musashi clenched the two sabers in her hands, and a strong fighting spirit appeared in her sky-blue eyes. At the same time, she shouted. "Come on!"
"Let's decide the winner!"
…
"The Saber of Toromochi is strong, but it's a pity that it has no fate with me."
Ryuga withdrew her gaze from the direction of the top floor, and the expression in her eyes still did not change.
The power of the magical sword that could break the enchantment was self-evident. If it was an ownerless saber, Ryuga would have rushed up and snatched the saber. Then, she would have used [Opportunity to Upgrade Noble Phantasm Value] to turn it into her own noble phantasm.
Unfortunately, it was an item with an owner. Its owner was Senko Muramasa. That saber should be his noble phantasm, so it could be forged on the spot. However, when Senko Muramasa left, it disappeared with him.
Of course, Ryuga's [Anonymous Spiritual Base] could turn other people's items into her own. However, if it was a noble phantasm, it would be a different story. After all, a noble phantasm was a magic amalgamation. It was just a projection of a real noble phantasm, and it was not a weapon that had left its name in history.
The only thing that could be transformed from the [Anonymous Spiritual Base] was the original noble phantasm that had been through a long period of time. Just like the Holy Lance that Ryuga borrowed from Grey, it was not a replica that was made from magic.
"The castle is about to collapse. Let's not waste any more time."
Without hesitation, Ryuga summoned Yatsufusa and then took out a palm-sized square object from Yatsufusa's alternate dimension. There were slightly exaggerated carvings of a mouth and eyes, but they were completely closed at the moment as if they were in a deep sleep. At first glance, it looked like an exquisite piece of art.
"Use [Opportunity to Upgrade Noble Phantasm Value] to target – Holy Lance Lungo Minyad."
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