I’m Really a Villain

When the long knife was raised, Xu Zimo waved his hand in mid-air, and the knife energy drew a transparent barrier in front of him.

All the ten thousand swords were blocked by the barrier.

The sword inscription on the opposite side looked solemn, and on the three-foot blue and white sword, an aurora shot straight into the sky.

The whole sword was full of sword energy, and the surrounding clouds were divided.

I saw him stepping up into the air, his white robe fluttering in the wind.

"Shaking Sky Shadowless Sword," Young Master Jian Ming shouted softly, and his figure completely disappeared from the arena.

The arena at this moment is full of afterimages of swords, lights and swords echoing.

The dense sword light occupied the entire competition platform, as if the space was split into countless fragments in front of him.

"It's all flashy moves," Xu Zimo shook his head slightly.

He stretched out his right hand, held the knife and just blocked it lightly in mid-air, and he didn't see any other movements from him.

The sound of "rumbling" exploded all around, and the entire space of the arena was completely submerged in it.

The people watching the battle could hardly see anything clearly, and the sword prison surrounded the entire arena.

There was a big explosion with a "boom", and the competition arena completely collapsed.

When all the sword intents shattered the entire space, as if a flying mosquito could die tens of millions of times, the audience watching the battle gradually saw the scene inside.

A series of cracks spread down from the competition ring under his feet, and the sound of "click, click, click" sounded.

The arena was collapsing little by little, and everyone was amazed. You must know that this arena was specially built for fighting, and it has a very strong bearing capacity.

"Master Jianming is strong again," someone murmured.

Xu Zimo still stood calmly in the center of the ring.

Accompanied by a ray of sword light falling from the void, Jian Ming's figure slowly appeared to the side.

He raised his right hand, and the sword light turned into his saber and landed in his hand.

"No one of my age can catch my sword," Jian Ming said flatly.

He looked at Xu Zimo, as if he was waiting for something, but the scene where Xu Zimo's body was torn apart did not happen.

With a "poof", the robe on his abdomen suddenly shattered, and a line of blood shot out from it.

"How come, when?" Mr. Jian Ming half-kneeled on the ground, looking at Xu Zimo in horror.

In his sight, Xu Zimo just held up the knife and didn't move at all.

He obviously escaped, why was he still hit by the knife.

Looking at the figure standing in the middle of the ring, he felt inexplicably shivering.

"Could it be that from the first time I made a sword, he could clearly see the trajectory of all my sword skills.

So his saber didn't move, because that's where my swordsmanship must pass," Jian Ming boldly guessed.

Otherwise, it is impossible to explain the knife in him.

"Eyes can be deceiving sometimes," Xu Zimo turned around and said flatly.

"Why are you okay?" Jian Ming said unwillingly.

"Because you are too weak." Xu Zimo shook his head slightly and said, "I am on the fifth floor, but you are only on the first floor."

Seeing this scene, the audience below exploded, and couldn't believe the scene in front of them at all.

"Master Jianming lost? How is this possible?"

"What is the origin of that guy, I have never seen it before."

In the auditorium at this moment, the handsome man who had lent Xu Zimo a knife before squinted his eyes slightly.

Then he asked the subordinate next to him: "I remember that this sword inscription is a child of Jianzhong."

"Yes, he is one of the direct descendants, but he doesn't seem to be popular in the family," the subordinate next to him nodded.

"That's a bit interesting, I remember there is something about Jianzhong," Mr. Huafu said with a smile.

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Jian Ming lowered his head and looked at the blood dripping from his abdomen. He hadn't been injured or felt pain for a long time.

"You are really strong," Jian Ming took a deep breath and stood up slowly.

"I also admit that if you play normally, I am not your opponent."

"So?" Xu Zimo asked.

"I don't like the feeling of defeat, just like the scene when I left the sword mound," Jian Ming said calmly.

"No one wants to lose," Xu Zimo replied.

"Yes, so I decided to show you my strongest move, even if I risk my life for it, I will not hesitate."

Jian Ming picked up the sword in his hand, with an indescribable emotion in his eyes.

Sadness or nostalgia, or that deep madness.

He picked up the blue-white long sword. At this moment, the long sword seemed to feel something, and the blade was trembling slightly, as if screaming.

The blue-white long sword turned blood-red at this moment, and the whole sword changed from pure to extremely evil.

He raised his head, his eyes were scarlet, the veins on his forehead were bulging, and all the spiritual energy around him was condensed on the sword.

"Blood Sacrifice Death Sword," Jian Ming roared, and the blood in his body also poured into the long sword.

The blood red on the long sword became more and more shocking, while Jian Ming's face became paler and paler, as if his whole body was sucked dry.

"Come on, let me see how strong you are," Jian Ming gripped the long sword tightly, as if concentrating all his strength on the sword.

Just cut it down with a sword.

The blood-red sword energy seemed to cover the sun, and a thousand-meter-long sword energy burst out from the blood sword.

The sound of "rumbling" sounded all around.

The bloody sword qi killed Xu Zimo with a destructive and irresistible momentum.

After the sword was cut, Jian Ming seemed to be drained of all his strength, and collapsed directly on the ground.

He struggled to raise his head, just looking at the sword quietly.

The power of this sword even surpassed the martial arts arena, and the spectators watching the battle were terrified and panicked to avoid it.

The referee on the side raised the defensive shield, covering the entire competition arena.

Seeing the destructive killing with this sword, Xu Zimo still made a single strike.

There is nothing else, the suppression of the pure state, the pure comprehension of the pulse technique and the detachment of the vision.

This knife directly hit the place where the sword energy was weakest, and there was only a "boom".

The blood-red sword energy shattered from the middle position.

The power and murderous aura of the sword qi were annihilated in an instant.

Standing there, Xu Zimo felt casual and meaningless.

It seemed that this kind of attack didn't even have the qualifications to make him serious.

"You," Jian Ming coughed heavily, and looked at Xu Zimo in disbelief.

This blood sacrificial sword is the secret of their sword mound. Every swordsman is born with a sword.

A sword is enough to accompany you for a lifetime. Only when facing a life-and-death crisis, the swordsman will use this trick to integrate all the blood and energy of the whole body into the sword, and fight to the death.

Although the current sword inscription only has the realm of a venerable, but this blow is a real attack at the melting level.

"Isn't it good to admit defeat early, you have to give yourself such a big blow," Xu Zimo sighed and shook his head.