ultimate dark villain

"Li Qin? That's a strange name." After hearing this, Dugu Dushu couldn't help but have a trace of curiosity on his face, as if he wanted to ask about the reason for this name.

"Hmph, what's so strange? And let me ask you, why did you stop me just now?" Lin Hua asked, ignoring Dugu's answer.

"Why kill them all?" Dugu asked without saying much in reply.

"They wanted to take my life and failed to escape, but what if it was someone else who had no power to restrain the chicken?" Lin Hua asked with a slight snort.

"This!" After hearing Lin Hua's words, Dugu Dushu showed a trace of hesitation on his face.

"You don't kill people, but you kill more people because of your kindness. Is this your one good deed every day?" Lin Hua looked at Dugu and answered the book, every word in detail.

"It's my fault. Fellow Taoist, please wait a moment. I'll come back as soon as I go." Taking a deep breath, his thoughts turned around in his mind. The expression on Dugu Dushu's face slowly turned solemn, and he nodded towards Lin Hua,

Yu Jian then chased towards the place where the bandit was fleeing.

"Hmph, that's inexplicable." Lin Hua snorted softly as he watched Dugu answer the book and fly with his sword. He pinched the secret in his hand and flew his sword towards Dunhuang, the destination of his trip.

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"Feng Yu, we said we were enemies on a narrow road!"

When passing by a wilderness, a sudden energy fluctuation came from below. Lin Hua couldn't help being slightly startled, and then the energy was divided to explore the ground.

I saw a young swordsman in black, standing tall. He had numerous wounds and bleeding from seven holes. He was obviously poisoned.

"Haha, Mo Sheng, you are just one of my defeated generals." Even though he was poisoned and his life was on the line, his pride remained unyielding. The young swordsman known as Feng Yu looked up to the sky with a smile and said scornfully.

"Humph, the defeated Saint Mo has died, and the current Saint Mo is about to be born from victory." Feng Yu provoked his opponent. He snorted coldly, with anger hidden in his words.

"Haha! You will never understand the feeling of victory." Hearing these words, Feng Yu suddenly laughed wildly, completely ignoring that the other party had already controlled his own life and death.

"Feng Yu, you have been poisoned by the Seven-Colored Drinking God Poison. You are bleeding from all seven holes." Saint Mo looked at Feng Yu who was falling into madness and said coldly.

"So what if the seven holes are bleeding?" He stopped and smiled contemptuously. Feng Yu stared at Mo Sheng without caring.

"Bleeding from seven holes means poison attacks the heart. Your vitality is about to dissipate, and the God of Death is already around you, ready to take your life at any time." Mo Sheng looked at Feng Yu and said softly.

"Hahaha." As if he heard the funniest joke in the world, Feng Yu couldn't help laughing wildly again, then stopped, tilted his head and looked at Mo Shengdao: "God of death? Haha... The magic sword Feng Yu is...

Immortal God!"

"Mo Sheng is a gentleman. If you think you must heal your injuries first, then Mo Sheng will let you go today. After you recover from your injuries, you will have a showdown." Mo Sheng looked at Feng Yu, who was bleeding from seven holes, and couldn't help but speak.

road.

The words made Lin Hua look sideways.

Does this guy have a conspiracy or is he really stupid?

I didn't take advantage of such a good opportunity.

"Ha, this is a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity, how can you give up?" Feng Yu laughed.

"Perhaps you think that after being poisoned by such a magical poison, it is difficult to survive, so it is better to die in a vigorous battle." Mo Sheng said slowly, but was interrupted midway by Feng Yu.

"Mo Sheng, I said that the magic sword Feng Yu is the immortal god." Feng Yu Changsheng said with a proud look on his face.

"Hmph, then I want to see how you can survive!" A trace of anger appeared on Saint Mo's face, and then he punched Feng Yu with all the strength in his body. His fist broke through the wind and made a whistling sound.

"ah!"

A palm and a punch hit Feng Yu's arms. The two of them couldn't help but take a few steps back due to the force.

"Drink!" With a soft drink, the long sword was unsheathed, and the sword behind Feng Yu was unsheathed.

As soon as the blood-red sword was unsheathed, a cold breath appeared on the scene, killing intent, cold killing intent.

Even Lin Hua, who was high in the sky, felt an inexplicable chill when the bloody sword was unsheathed.

"Is this your blood sword!?" Seeing the bloody sword, there was a solemn look in Saint Mo's eyes.

"Haha, yes, the Blood Sword, the sword that washes the world with blood, you will become the 2910th person to fall under this sword." Feng Yu smiled wildly, with endless killing intent in his eyes.

"In the past, the top master of the Sword Sect slaughtered everyone in the Sword Sect overnight and created the legendary weapon of the Blood Sword." With a solemn expression, he slowly narrated the origin of the Blood Sword, and Mo Sheng said to Feng Yu.

"Hmph, it is their honor to die under my sword and prove my way." Hearing Saint Mo's words, Feng Yu showed a sneer on his face.

"You have been a public enemy for 6 years, and you have not died, and you have killed so many people. You are worthy of being called the Demon Sword Fengyu. But now that you are poisoned by the divine poison, how long can you last?" Mo Sheng looked arrogantly, standing still.

Feng Yu fell down and said coldly, but there was a hint of admiration in his words.

"Hmph, for the third time, the demon sword Feng Yu is the god of immortality." Feng Yu snorted, slashing out the bloody long sword in his hand instantly, and the bloody sword blew up.

"Ha, real magic hands!" He shouted softly, with no fear in his eyes. The Holy Spirit clasped his hands together, concentrated his energy, and faced him.

boom!

There was a loud noise, and the two of them were knocked away by each other's energy again.

Although Demon Sword Feng Yu is poisoned by the seven-color flowing poison, he has no fear when facing the strongest form of Saint Mo. He can be said to be brave enough to penetrate the sun and the moon, and conquer the world with courage.

"Haha, Demon Sword Feng Yu, you are like a bird in the sky now." Mo Sheng looked at Feng Yu who stopped and spat out a mouthful of blood. He couldn't help but smile on his face and said loudly.

"Haha... How could an eagle be caught in a net, a dragon is not a thing in a pond, how could the demon sword Feng Yu be killed by you!" Hearing Mo Sheng's words, Feng Yu's face showed arrogance again, and he looked up to the sky and laughed.

"How can an eagle be caught in a net, and a dragon is not a thing in a pond? Let me see how you, an eagle with broken wings, and a dragon poisoned with poison, can survive without dying!" After hearing this, Saint Mo laughed wildly and got angry again.

With great strength, he rushed towards Feng Yu to kill him.

"Wash the world with blood! Drink!" Facing the mighty Saint Mo, Feng Yu laughed wildly and danced the bloody sword in his hand again.

The fighting spirit was soaring into the sky. Although he was seriously injured and the poison attacked his heart, Feng Yu still smiled crazily. The bloody sword in his hand was like a tiger descending from the mountain, going straight for Mo Sheng's vitals.

"Haha, Feng Yu. Your sword is too slow!" laughed wildly. Saint Mo flicked the blood sword with his right hand, and his figure flashed strangely.

The swords and palms intersect, pressing every inch, and every danger is at stake.

"Overflowing Holy Ming! Drink!" He yelled and started to move. I saw Mo Sheng suddenly flapping his right palm on the blood sword. With the help of the momentum, he immediately stepped back. His figure suddenly stopped, and his hands drew a trace in the air.

The cold palm energy immediately blasted towards Feng Yu.

Bang!

Unable to dodge, forcefully resist.

"Wow!" Although he used the blood sword to resist it, the strong impact and the poison that had already sneaked into his body made Feng Yu unable to help but vomit blood.

"Huh!? A group of ants came here, it's really disappointing!" Lin Hua suddenly frowned and looked to the northwest.

Looking down from a high altitude, we could vaguely see several people rushing towards the center of the battlefield a few hundred meters away.

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Arriving at the edge of the battlefield, several people looked at the battle situation with expressions of horror and expectation.

In the battlefield, the battle between Mo Sheng and Feng Yu became more and more intense. Feng Yu was so brave that Mo Sheng secretly marveled and admired him. Each time they clashed with each other with more powerful strength, each time they exchanged more powerful energy, the two giants

An unprecedented showdown between masters.

"I think the devil Feng Yu may not be able to pass through this hell gate today."

"I'm going to die, I'm going to die if I fight against the devil Mo Shengna!"

"But this devil once said that he is the immortal god."

"Bah, what kind of immortal god? Even if he is really an immortal god, he should die if he is hit by the colorful flow. Look at that demon. Every time he uses his power, every time he fights, he vomits blood. Blood is ours.

The vitality god soon vomited all his blood and died, and the demon Feng Yu disappeared from the martial arts world."

"Huh, even if he doesn't die, we can still let him return to heaven."

"Yes, yes."

During the war.

"Haha, Feng Yu, your endurance really surprises me!" After fighting for a long time, the enemy in front of him was not inferior to him in the slightest, and Saint Mo not only praised him sincerely.

"Haha, Demon Sword Feng Yu takes pleasure in the death of others!" Feng Yu heard a smile on his face again, laughed wildly, circulated the energy in his body, and spit out a mouthful of blood again, but he didn't care at all, and the bloody sword in his hand once again

Dance.

When the swords and palms met, both of them were knocked back several steps.

Feng Yu vomited out another mouthful of blood.

Feng Yu was seen standing on the spot holding a sword, motionless. When he looked again, he fainted.

"The Demon Sword Feng Yu is now only one step away from death. Huashan Sect, Wudang Sect, Kunlun Sect, and Emei Sect on the scene, are you waiting for this opportunity? But if any of you take action, Saint Mo will ask you to kill him.

On the spot." Saint Mo looked at Feng Yu who was standing still, with a look of shock on his face, then turned around and hummed in the direction of those people.

"Mo Sheng, if we don't take action, then kill the devil quickly!"

"Huh, who are you, you can tell me!" He snorted coldly, and a contemptuous smile appeared on Saint Mo's face.

"People, I want it!" Lin Hua said to everyone present after falling to the ground.

"Ha, who are you? How dare you protect this devil? You are an enemy in the world of martial arts and martial arts."

"Noisy!" He snorted softly and waved his right hand. In an instant, his Yuan Li carried the Purple Sword, which turned into a burst of purple starlight, instantly cutting off the heads of the six people, and six pillars of blood shot up into the sky.

"Who are you!?" A look of horror appeared on Saint Mo's face, he not only took five steps back, but said in warning.

"Your future master." Lin Hua looked at Mo Sheng and chuckled.

"Ha, Holy Mo doesn't want to be that slave, and he won't do it either." Holy Mo showed a scornful smile on his face.

"Oh!? What a spirit. Let's put it another way, how about your future employer?" After hearing this, Lin Hua smiled instead of getting angry and clapped his hands gently.

"What's the difference?" Mo Sheng snorted coldly.

"Of course there is. What the master gives is called a reward, and what the employer gives is called a reward." Lin Hua said lightly.

"Haha, interesting, interesting, what can you give me?" Saint Mo laughed.

"How about I help you embark on the path of cultivation?" Lin Hua said lightly.

"How can I trust you?" He snorted coldly, and Mo Sheng looked at Lin Hua.

"When the time comes, I will give you the reward. You will naturally believe it. Now, take care of him first." Lin Hua raised the corners of his mouth slightly and said softly, turning his gaze to Feng Yu aside.

"Ha, I won the colorful cup, and I won't survive tomorrow!" Saint Mo chuckled. (To be continued...)