I’m Really a Villain

Xu Zimo walked out of Shixin Pavilion and looked up at the hazy sky.

In the mist and haze, the whole sky looked like a giant beast, and the thick clouds of dark clouds were rolling.

roared.

He opened his arms, and the air was a little cool.

There is a cool wind blowing from the north, and a few green leaves are dancing in the air.

"Morning, Brother Xu," Lu Ze came out from behind and greeted with a smile.

Xu Zimo nodded slightly.

"Brother Xu, are you ready for today's battle?" Lu Ze asked.

"To kill an ant, what do you need to prepare," Xu Zimo replied casually.

"It seems that Brother Xu is very confident," Lu Ze stared slightly and smiled lightly.

"It has nothing to do with self-confidence, if he is immortal, it will be interesting.

A divine pulse is really not worth mentioning," Xu Zimo waved his hand.

"Brother Xu is also a divine vein," Lu Ze continued to ask.

Xu Zimo smiled lightly: "You seem to be very curious."

"Just caring, after all, it's a life-and-death battle," Lu Ze waved his hand quickly, not daring to ask any more questions.

In the gloomy weather, the deafening drums sounded again.

The reverberation of "rumbling" echoed throughout the entire Stone Sacred Mountain.

"Let's go," Xu Zimo looked at Monk Dazhi and walked towards the mountain.

At this moment, all members of the Stone Clan are also gathering here.

Because each of these battles is related to the life and death of the Stone Clan, they pay special attention to it.

The wind and sand drifted across the center of the field.

The land was silent in a dead silence.

The people from the Stone Clan and the Yu Clan faced each other from afar.

It was still yesterday's crowd, far away, Yu Feihuang's voice pierced through the crowd and resounded all around.

"Brother Shaoshuo, who are you sending to die today?"

Shi Shaoshuo snorted coldly, "It's not certain who will die."

He turned his head to look at Xu Zimo who was at the side, and said solemnly, "Mr. Xu, please."

"Alright," Xu Zimo waved his hand and walked forward.

On the Yu Clan's side, they saw Xu Zimo coming out.

Yu Feihuang frowned slightly, and asked: "Who is that guy?

Why haven't I seen it before? "

"Not sure, probably not from the Stone Clan," someone said from the side.

"Foreign aid, please," Yu Shaoqing chuckled.

"It's really interesting that some people dare to help the Stone Clan at this time."

"Be careful, take it with absolute certainty," Yu Feihuang said from the side.

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Dust all over the sky floated in front of the two of them,

Behind them are the shouts and cheers among the clansmen of the two clans.

The sound echoed under the holy stone mountain.

Seeing Yu Shaoqing raised his right hand, all voices stopped abruptly.

"Brother seems very unfamiliar," Yu Shaoqing asked.

"I don't know where it is from?"

Xu Zimo didn't answer his question, but asked, "Are you afraid of death?"

"What did you say?" Yu Shaoqing frowned slightly.

"Why ask so many questions," Xu Zimo replied.

"Anyway, you're going to hell with everything, it doesn't make sense whether you know it or not."

"Crazy," Yu Shaoqing snorted coldly.

The long sword in his hand came out of its sheath, and a sword came to the west, killing Xu Zimo.

The long sword pierces the void, and gathers a sword on a single point.

Xu Zimo chuckled lightly, and the spiritual energy surged in his hand, and he directly clamped the long sword stabbed by the opponent.

The other hand turned into a palm and patted Yu Shaoqing directly.

The wind and cloud in the palm throbbed, rolling up a majestic power.

Yu Shaoqing quickly stretched out his right arm to defend.

With a "boom", endless spiritual energy erupted instantly, and Yu Shaoqing's figure flew upside down.

He stood up quickly and licked his lips with his tongue.

He smiled and said, "No wonder you are so crazy, you still have some skills."

"Come on," Xu Zimo said, beckoning.

Yu Shaoqing was slightly serious, and a sharp light flashed in his eyes.

The figure flickered into countless afterimages, and the long sword spun from the palm of his hand, killing Xu Zimo.

This sword is very simple and unpretentious, but this ordinary sword has a shocking edge.

Xu Zimo slapped hard with his right hand, a palm that condensed endless aura.

The palms and swords collided, and they were annihilated at the same time.

Yu Shaoqing's movements were neither hasty nor slow, and his expression was neither happy nor sad.

His sword moves also didn't have any fancy movements.

It is the ordinary cutting, stabbing, lifting, pointing, collapsing, pressing, splitting, cutting...

These are the thirteen most basic sword moves.

There are thirteen basic sword moves, which are the moves that every novice sword learner will practice.

But at this moment in Yu Shaoqing's hands, there is a little more artistic conception.

"The origin of swordsmanship," Xu Zimo said with a chuckle.

"I've seen many people who use swords, but you are one of the few who can understand the origin."

The so-called origin means that he has seen through all the sword moves.

People who can even create their own sword moves.

Any earth-shattering pulse technique is created by humans.

"A little sharpness," Yu Shaoqing said flatly.

"But that's all."

Xu Zimo chuckled, "Really."

With a "clang", the sound of Ba Ying's knife coming out of its sheath came from behind.

Immediately afterwards, the prison-like sword intent condensed.

"Swords don't separate families, how about you try mine."

Xu Zimo laughed loudly.

"Chop, chop, cut, chop, wash..."

This is the thirteen styles of sword technique, and it is also the most basic knife technique.

Compared with Yu Shaoqing, Xu Zimo's movements are faster.

With just a few simple tricks, Yu Shaoqing was a little overwhelmed.

The chest was stabbed directly, and the figure quickly stepped back.

"What? Back what?" Xu Zimo said with a smile.

"Your Excellency is not a member of the Stone Clan, can you tell me your name?" Yu Shaoqing finally became serious and asked.

"It's just a nameless casual cultivator," Xu Zimo waved his hand.

"Besides, dead people don't need to know that much."

Yu Shaoqing stared slightly and didn't say much.

It's just that the dark air around him began to surge slowly.

There seemed to be a very piercing chirping sound.

This dark air was very faint at first, but it was already surging in just a blink of an eye.

The original sky was a bit gloomy.

In this gloomy dark cloud, a crow with an even darker body condensed out.

"The true destiny is revealed," Xu Zimo said with a smile.

The white robe that Yu Shaoqing was wearing originally had a pattern of a crow on it.

At the moment the two look identical.

The moment the crow appeared, the power of darkness surged out.

The unknown and the haze came together.

The crow is tens of meters high, and its whole body seems to be splashed with ink.

The wings are full, and there is nothing special about them, just a touch of black that is difficult to see through.

The mouth looks hard and slightly sharp.

The most impressive thing is its eyes.

Darkness, corrosion, death, seem to remind people of countless bad words in an instant.

"The Night Crow of Extinguishing World," Shi Shaoshuo exclaimed from the Shi Clan side.

"It seems that Patriarch Shi is quite knowledgeable," Yu Shaoqing said with a light smile.

"You actually made it your true destiny," Shi Shaosuo said with disbelief on his face.