I’m Really a Villain

"Big words," the person next to him snorted coldly.

I saw the palace lord of Linjian Xuegong and the deputy palace lord woman next to each other looked at each other.

The two of them have absolute self-confidence.

A long time ago in Da Zhou, there was always a legend of the Three Swords.

The so-called three swords are sword madness and Wuming two swords.

Later they defeated the swordsman Li Zi, and the entire Dazhou swordsmanship respected them, and Linjian Xuegong was also known as the holy place of the strongest swordsmanship.

Therefore, in terms of swordsmanship, they are not afraid of anyone.

"Look at this," said the palace lord, "If you win against us, the two of us are at your disposal.

With our lives as a bet, and if we win, as long as we have the sword code, we can let you go away safely, how about it? "

"Accepted," Xie Changliu replied calmly.

As soon as he took a step, his figure was already standing on the competition platform, his body was tall and straight, like a sharp sword about to be unsheathed.

The man and woman of Wuming Erjian glanced at each other, and stepped onto the stage.

The palace lord drew his sword, the scabbard at his waist made a "clang" sound, and the long sword shone with a blue light.

He said calmly: "This sword is named Cang He, it weighs thirty-six catties, and its length is thirty-eight centimeters. It is one of the ten famous swords in my hometown."

The deputy palace lord next to her also stood with her sword drawn, her slim figure completely covered by her long robe.

She glanced at the sword shadow, and said the same: "This sword is called Chengying. It weighs twenty-six catties and is thirty-six centimeters long. It is invincible wherever it goes."

Wuming Erjian stood up with his sword drawn, and the sharp sword intent was continuously fused.

Soaring upwards, it turned into a huge torrent of swordsmanship, completely shattering the void above.

The eyes of the two are like swords, their figures are like swords, and their swords are everywhere.

Xie Changliu looked calm, and he took out the scabbard together.

The sword was out of its sheath, and the sword intent was surging into the sky, and he said calmly, "You don't need to draw your sword to kill you."

Wuming Erjian looked at each other, and they both snorted coldly.

The two figures, one on the left and the other on the right, surrounded and killed Xie Changliu.

It was like two sharp swords unsheathed, setting off a storm of swords all over the sky.

Xie Changliu was not in a hurry, his figure retreated to the rear, the speed was not too fast, but the dodge was just right.

Two long swords passed over his chin, and the other flew behind his head, pinching him between them.

Xie Changliu lifted the scabbard upwards, and directly flew the sword in front of him. The scabbard drew a half circle in the void and hit the opponent's chest directly.

The figures of the three are separated.

Just a simple test, you can see the level of swordsmanship.

"Kill," Wuming Erjian glanced at each other, and said softly, "Sword Cloud Storm."

I saw their swords crossed, and their figures were spinning rapidly.

A steady stream of sword intent condensed towards the whole body, and finally formed a sandstorm of sword energy condensed.

The sword qi and dust storm swept over everything and charged towards Xie Changliu.

Xie Changliu's eyes were deep, and he held the hilt of the sword with both hands, and the endless sword intent was condensed in the palm of his hand.

In the end, it poured into the scabbard, and the movement range was extremely large, and a sword intent to cut the sky burst out from the scabbard.

At that moment, the roar continued to ring from the ears.

I saw tens of meters of sword energy burst out from the scabbard, and the sandstorm was cut in half.

The sword energy dissipated at the same time, and the figures of the three separated again.

Wuming Erjian's face was serious. Although it was just a few attempts, they were obviously at a disadvantage.

"One move will determine the outcome," Xie Changliu said flatly.

"Your swordsmanship...is too weak."

The eyes of Wuming Erjian and the two stood up, and there was a faint murderous aura overflowing.

For real swordsmen, the sword is more important than life, and Xie Changliu's words have already violated their Ni Lin.

The two slowly raised their hands, Canghe sword and Chengying sword were raised at the same time, the swords passed over the top of the head, and the aura of cyan and blue permeated out.

I saw the two holding their hands together, and the two swords merged into one sword in an instant.

A blue thunder flashed from the blade, accompanied by electric arcs.

"Thunder shakes the nine heavens," the two shouted loudly, and countless thunderclaps fell, covering the void above their heads.

The sound of "crackling" sounded, and the figures of the two disappeared, and what appeared in front of them were just thunderbolts that destroyed the sky and destroyed the earth.

"Your sword moves are too clumsy, you only want to seek the sword classics, but you don't face up to your own background," Xie Changliu said.

"Even if I give you the sword code, it would be a waste of money."

"Shut up," a roar came from the thunder.

Xie Changliu held the saber in front of his eyes, and slowly pulled out the blade.

A gloomy sword light flashed, his long hair flew up, and endless sword energy filled the void everywhere.

With one swing of the sword, supreme power descends on the sword.

Li Zi at the bottom said with emotion: "Changliu's current swordsmanship has reached the point it is now."

Xu Zimo smiled, Xie Changliu is worthy of the name of sword god in terms of swordsmanship alone.

It's just that he has too many worries in his heart, which makes the sword still unable to get his heart.

Now that woman's death has broken Xie Changliu's last shackles.

Thousands of years later, either dying in the Nether Realm, or saving his lover's ghost, are nothing more than these two choices, so he has no fear.

That sword intent was like a runaway horse, bursting out uncontrollably.

The thunderous sword intent of Wuming Erjian was suppressed, making it difficult for the originally menacing thunder to take a single step.

He could only keep dodging the sword energy around him.

"It's impossible to lose to you, I don't accept it," the thunder roared again.

"Wan Jian Zhu Xian."

The original blue and white thunder turned into dark yellow thunder, as if its power had increased several times.

The same endless sword intent burst out from the thunder and killed Xie Changliu.

Xie Changliu's eyes were flat, and he walked in the air, no matter how many sword intents there were.

When it touches his body, it is instantly assimilated by him and used by him.

Turn other people's sword intent into your own.

"How did this happen, how did this happen," the voice in Lei Ting was a little unbelievable.

"I've said it all, you don't understand swords," Xie Changliu's figure flashed, and the next moment, the long sword in his hand pierced into the thunder.

"Boom" a violent explosion sounded.

In this valley, the impact was very wide, shattering the competition platform under the feet, and the valleys on both sides also suffered heavy damage.

Many elite disciples of Linjian Academy were inevitably affected, and each of them vomited blood.

The thunder dissipated, and Wuming Erjian's figure flew upside down.

"You lost, according to the competition, now I have the final say on your lives," Xie Changliu replied lightly.

There was panic in Wuming Erjian's eyes, and his seriously injured body struggled to dodge backwards.

Xie Changliu called out step by step, raising the long sword in his hand.

"Keep people under the sword," at this moment, a very thin voice came from a distance.

Immediately afterwards, Long Yin mixed with Ma Ming came over.

Not far away, dragons and horses came rushing through the air.