I’m Really a Villain

Her hair was a little messy, her face was pale, and a little blood remained at the corner of her mouth.

Seeing this scene, the spectators below were shocked.

"This Huang family has hit the iron plate, even their ancestor Junjian is no match."

"What's going on, I've already expected it.

Although the Huang family is strong, it is only famous in our northwest city.

As for Tianya Pavilion, it is the power of the three emperors of the Central Continent.

Not a class at all. "

"This barren family is used to being arrogant, and now it's time to suffer."

In mid-air at this moment, Huang Guyuan hurriedly led many elders to support Huang Youlan.

Everyone asked worriedly, "Ancestor, are you alright?"

"True life is injured, I'm afraid it will take a long time to cultivate," Huang Youlan said, wiping the blood from the corner of her mouth, shaking her head.

"It's all our fault, it's our fault for our ancestors," Huang Guyuan said with self-blame.

"Let's not talk about that, let's see how they deal with our Huang family," Huang Youlan shook her head and said.

Everyone looked up, and saw that the boss of Cangge waved his hand, and all the high-level members of the Huang family were suppressed.

Elder Cangge looked around and said calmly: "What I said counts.

Only kill those who deserve to be killed, and other innocent people will not be killed indiscriminately. "

After he finished speaking, he looked at Yan Buhui who was at the side.

Yan Buhui took a deep breath, slowly drew his sword, and walked forward step by step.

His whole body was entwined with sword intent, and the sword intent behind him became heavier every time he took a step.

At this moment, all the children of Huang's family gathered together, looking at Yan Buhui anxiously.

"I don't regret it, cousin. I used to be blind. For the sake of my family, you can let me go."

A child from the Huang family couldn't stand this oppressive atmosphere, so he knelt down and begged for mercy.

"Wow".

I saw the sword light flashing in mid-air, and the head of the begging disciple had already fallen to the ground.

"It doesn't matter if you bully me, but those who insulted my mother in the past, don't even try to escape."

As Yan Buhui's words fell, he raised his sword and charged towards the crowd.

Those descendants of the Huang family didn't even dare to resist, and there were strong immortals watching from above.

It's useless for them to resist.

The most panicked person at this moment is Huang Tianxie, because he even ran to Zhenwu Shengzong before, trying to expel Yan Buhui from the sect.

"Daddy, save me," Huang Tianxie desperately asked Huang Guyuan for help.

Huang Guyuan took a deep breath, he didn't dare to act rashly.

The coercion of the immortal powerhouse in the sky was covering him.

Huang Guyuan was convinced that if he really dared to make a mess, the other party would definitely not be polite.

He closed his eyes in despair.

…………

In the middle of the courtyard of this barren house, there is a rusty statue.

This statue is made of cast iron.

This is a man with long hair and a long sword behind his back.

The white gown that was originally painted was also rusty due to rust.

It seems that the glory of the past has long been lost.

The face of the statue is not too lifelike, and the expression is a very gentle smile.

Huang Youlan walked slowly in front of the statue, gently stroking the statue with her hand.

"You have left the statue of the ancestors alone," Huang Youlan said hesitantly, looking at the rust on the statue.

All the high-level officials of the Huang family behind them were silent and did not say a word.

They bowed their heads in shame.

Regardless of the children of the Huang family who were killed by Yan Buhui in the distance, Huang Youlan turned around and said sharply to the group of high-level officials.

"Kneel down and reflect on what you have done over the years."

As Huang Youlan said, she knelt down first.

…………

Once upon a time there was a man.

A sword god named Tianhuang.

He is the pride of our wild family.

Because of him, the Dan tribe divided the Northwest City to us.

He had competed with Emperor Yintian for the destiny, and even though he was defeated, it was an honor.

In the wild house long ago, there were always many legends about the sword god.

People regard him as the pride of Northwest City.

However, with the passage of time, the legend about the sword god was gradually forgotten.

The glory of the past has finally become the past.

The dust of time obscures all light.

At this moment, seeing all the high-level people kneeling down, the children of the Huang family also knelt down immediately.

The statue above is still standing alone.

The rusty pig iron seems to tell people the silence of time.

The expression of the statue is always a gentle smile.

But no one noticed that different auras reverberated around the statue.

Yan Buhui's killing continued.

He vented all the grievances in his first twenty years of life.

Zeng watched helplessly as his mother died of illness in front of his eyes because of their reluctance to save them.

I was also bullied by my tribe, they not only bullied myself, but also insulted my dead mother.

The more you kill Yan Buhui, the more you feel that your body is open-minded and your thoughts are open-minded.

All the grievances that had been accumulated for twenty years were released, as if even the realm could not be suppressed.

…………

"How can I feel the statue of the ancestors moving?"

Among the high-level people kneeling below, someone looked at the statue above and said cautiously.

Everyone raised their heads, only to see that the sword on the back of the statue in front of them seemed to be shaking.

It was as if the iron sword was about to be pulled out of its scabbard.

"What's going on?" Someone said in horror.

As soon as his voice fell, there was only a "clang".

A sound of drawing a sword resounded almost throughout the entire world.

The rusty statue began to vibrate rapidly.

At the belly of the statue, there appeared a devouring black hole transformed by aura.

The black hole is deep and boundless, and nothing can be seen clearly.

"This is," the elder Cangge in the sky narrowed his eyes slightly, looking at the inside of the black hole with some seriousness.

I saw a man wearing a black robe and a blood-colored cloak behind him slowly walking out of the black hole.

The long sword behind the statue was pulled out of its sheath, and the pig iron on the original iron sword was completely broken at this moment.

The whole sword has a new look, and the sword light is extremely sharp.

There were purple stripes flowing on the blade, and the sea of ​​swords formed by the ten thousand zhang sword intent surged around the man.

When this man appeared, all the crowds around had swords.

At this moment, all the long swords trembled involuntarily.

It seemed as if he had met the emperor in the sword, surrendering and whispering.

"It's Tianhuang Sword God," someone whispered incredulously at this moment.

"It's Tianhuang Sword Ancestor, Sword Ancestor is back.

It turns out that Jian Zu has always been there. "

At this moment, the people in the Huang family were weeping with joy, and they all roared to the sky.

Many people fell on their knees.

The crowd watching the excitement around them also shouted along with the atmosphere.

"Sword God, Sword God."

Its prestige can be seen.

"Let's flatten the five continents of Zhou Hai, push across the four domains of Shenghua, and I am invincible above the sword."

The cold words exploded in the sky along with the stern sword intent.