I’m Really a Villain

"I used to watch the ebb and flow of the tide, the clouds rolling and the clouds relaxing, and the beginning of the day until it comes back again, and I created the "Three Ways of the Spear", "Zhang Xianjun is imposing, with the spear in his hand, it seems that the whole person's momentum has changed,

He seemed to be like a long spear with a soaring edge, trying to tear the entire sky apart.

With a high voice, he said with a straight forward momentum, "Please advise!"

As soon as his words fell, the aura on his body seemed to overwhelm the sea, and all of them pressed towards Xu Zimo.

It seems that he wants to subdue others without fighting, and wants to crush Xu Zimo from his momentum.

Xu Zimo smiled, and let the aura rush towards him wave after wave like surging waves.

He was calm and unaffected from beginning to end.

The momentum of the long spear is full of energy, then declines, and exhausts three times.

Zhang Xianjun's face darkened, he quickly swung the spear in his hand, and stabbed directly at Xu Zimo.

"The first form of the three marksmanship, a dawn."

Endless brilliance glowed from the tip of the spear, as if a white awn pierced the darkness, and at dawn, everything was silent.

This pose carries the hope of dawn, with infinite reverie, and the white brilliance is magnified in front of Xu Zimo's eyes.

"Somewhat interesting," Xu Zimo smiled with interest, and didn't dodge, he didn't even bother to pull out the Tyrant Shadow in his hand.

He held the scabbard, and filled it with streams of nirvana. This dark air of nirvana was cultivated from the original "Jie Jue" of the Three Swordsmen.

Looking at the momentum of the spear tearing through the air, and the sharp tip of the spear magnified in front of his eyes.

Xu Zimo swung the scabbard slowly, and hit the spear lightly.

But with such a light touch, the weakest part of the entire pulse technique seemed to be broken.

The white light dissipated in an instant, and the entire spear trembled. Zhang Xianjun's hands were numb from the shock, and he almost threw the spear out.

He stepped back quickly, took a long and deep breath, and held the barrel of the spear tightly.

"The second type of three-way marksmanship, two-way scorching sun," Zhang Xianjun's face was a little ferocious, he roared again, and killed Xu Zimo.

This pose carried the brilliance of the scorching sun, and the golden light radiated everywhere, like a big fireball exploding in front of your eyes.

It represents blazing and bright, just like the fireworks on the balcony, just for that moment of brilliance, you can sacrifice everything regardless of your own body.

With this move, Zhang Xianjun has no way out, he will either smash all obstacles in the extreme madness, or he can only self-destruct in the peripheral struggle.

Seeing the golden scorching sun rising slowly, the blazing sun rushed towards him with all its strength.

The surrounding air was melting little by little, Xu Zimo pointed at the scabbard again, and the sharp saber aura penetrated everything.

The scorching sun was instantly shattered by the saber energy, the light faded away, and the endless refinement and brilliance of the spear tip became dimmed.

But with this move, Zhang Xianjun had no way out. He looked at Xu Zimo, and drew a semicircle upward with the spear in his hand.

The dark red gun gas was burning in the air, leaving obvious white marks in the space.

"The third type of three marksmanship, three twilight."

If the dawn in the first style is regarded as the dawn, the first sun blooms, and everything wakes up in silence, which represents hope and light.

Then the scorching sun of the second type, it is like the sun at noon, it has reached the hottest time of the day.

It sprinkles all its light on the world, trying to bake, burn, blaze, and annihilate the entire earth.

The sun is rising, but in the end everything has its moment towards the end.

The three dusks probably express the meaning of an end.

Everything is going to destruction, looking at the skyline alone at dusk, and the sunset glow and the setting sun merge in the darkness.

It goes from one path to hope, the second path to blazing, and the third path to destruction.

Withering intertwined with Geng Geng shattering, this shot seems to end everything, bring everything to the end.

This gun seemed nothing to Xu Zimo, but in front of the students present who had just stepped into cultivation, it seemed that there was really a different artistic conception.

They seem to literally witness the beginning and end of the day.

Zhang Xianjun's distant and high-spirited words before the battle seemed to ring in everyone's ears again.

"I have watched the tide rise and fall, the clouds roll and the clouds relax,

From the beginning of the day to the recovery,

Looking at the vicissitudes of life,

Watching the dawn,

Watch the scorching sun

Watching the dusk reflect the sky,

Watching the birds entwining the void of no Geng,

Also watch... the end. "

When this type of marksmanship fell, the entire space was compressed and exploded by the endless airflow, which scattered and flowed to both sides, and then turned into countless air arrows and shattered.

Xu Zimo smiled, and he slowly pulled out the Ba Ying in his hand, this shot was serious enough for him.

Since his rebirth, he has only shown one sword-drawing technique, which can also be called the sword-drawing technique. This style wins in speed, not strength.

In his previous life, he himself created countless pulse techniques, but some pulse techniques gradually became obsolete as his cultivation level increased.

But there are still a few sets of pulse skills that have been with him throughout his life, even in the final state of the divine pulse, they are still powerful.

He named this pulse technique "Nineteen Ways of Asking".

There are nineteen styles in this set of knife techniques.

The first pose starts from the very end, this pose is very common, so common that it is like a child's play, random and disorderly.

The second type of duckweed, when the scimitar waved freely in front of the eyes, everyone only heard a "dong", as if something extraordinary had been planted.

The scimitar collided with the spear.

The momentum above the spear is like a rainbow, as if it wants to destroy everything, while the scimitar is flat, but as stable as Mount Tai.

The three styles are invincible in all battles,

Four-style countercurrent straight up.

………………

Xu Zimo's set of nineteen forms of questioning, the first few forms are not powerful, even inferior to some mysterious pulse skills.

Perhaps to be precise, the previous few formulas are all about accumulating momentum and brewing.

Just like a seed, the first type is digging a hole, the second type is sowing, the third type is watering, the fourth type is fertilizing, and the fifth type of seed germinates.

When the accumulation in the front reaches a peak, the strength of this set of saber techniques will almost double as it goes backwards.

Your power may easily destroy a seed, but you cannot shake a big tree.

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The spear and the scimitar were at a stalemate, bright sparks flew everywhere, and the endless airflow shattered.

Xu Zimo smiled at Zhang Xianjun calmly, and yelled those words softly.

"Five types of strong winds flying!"

When those words fell gently, they seemed to contain a mighty force.

Zhang Xianjun's complexion changed drastically, and he wanted to escape, but it was already too late.

With the blessing of the previous four poses, it seems like a gust of wind in Mobei is blowing by, annihilating sand and dust sweeping across the earth.

A crazy, endless, and irresistible aura bloomed from the machete.

The strong wind whipped up the world of mortals, and the seeds……………… broke the ground!