ultimate dark villain

() "The winner will be determined by emotion! Try one more move! Wenjian Three Stances!" With a loud smile, her fighting spirit slowly rose, Wenjian Gu Yue held the long sword in her hand and launched a stunt.

Asking for the sword in the third position, the long sword is swung as desired, emitting little bits of cold light, like the stars in the sky, as mysterious and dazzling.

The cold sword intent slowly surged from Wenjian Gu Yue's body, forcing it towards the peerless swordsman holding the silver sword.

"Ha, you're good to go, Yinhun Yueli!" She laughed loudly. Faced with Wenjian Gu Yue's powerful ultimate move, Yin Yue Que smiled without being surprised. The silver sword in her hand turned into afterimages, densely covering the surrounding area.

Just like the waning moon in the sky at night, it is so beautiful that it is shocking and life-threatening.

Extreme moves versus extreme moves, the atmosphere was tense.

The surge of air and the confusion of dust.

In an instant, the two of them shouted together, and their figures were like thunder and lightning, so fast that it was hard to see clearly. Only two afterimages could be seen in the eyes, and only the clashing sounds could be heard in the ears.

The figures separated again, only to see drops of blood on the ground. Both sides were injured at the same time.

"Excellent swordsmanship! You are the first opponent that Wenjian Gu Yue has found troublesome in twenty years." Slowly turning around, Wenjian Gu Yue said in a deep voice.

"Me too!" Yin Yuehun said with a slight nod.

They are both the best swordsmen in the world. After the fight, the two of them felt sympathy for each other in their hearts.

"The last move determines the outcome!" Yin Yuehun said while holding the sword.

"As you wish!" Nodding slightly, Wenjian Guyue agreed.

The last move, the last sword, strong versus strong, winner or loser.

The atmosphere became more solemn, with only the sound of the waves outside, and the gentle breathing and heartbeats of everyone present.

Looking directly at each other, the two of them silently adjusted their own states. Yu wanted to raise his spirit, energy, spirit, and momentum to the best state during the last sword blow.

As time passed by second by second, the sword intent and aura of the two people gradually rose.

The collision of momentum in the air made a muffled sound of thunder, and the collision of sword intentions caused waves of wind and waves.

"Silver sealed soul, return to the underworld!" Shen shouted, Yin Yue soul launched the ultimate winning move, opened and closed, suddenly the world became dark, and the scene of the underworld seemed to appear in front of the eyes, the dense sword intent came to the body, making people feel

I can't help but feel scared.

"What a powerful swordsmanship!" Sensing the opponent's powerful sword, Wenjian Gu Yue was secretly shocked in her heart, but then her fighting spirit grew stronger. She raised her sword lightly and shouted, stimulating the energy in her body: "

Ask the sword and look for the path!"

While sighing at his opponent's solid foundation and superb swordsmanship, Wenjian Guyue mobilized the energy in his body and turned the long sword into wind and thunder. Suddenly, the force of wind and thunder merged into the sword. He bent his arm and cleverly used force to make the sword become more and more fierce.

There was a loud sound, the figures were scattered, the wind stopped, the sound stopped, the ground under the two people's feet suddenly cracked, and then a burst of explosion and dust flowed around, setting off thousands of meters of dust.

Then there was a long silence in the dust, until the dust settled.

Yin Yuehun took a deep breath and sighed, then her face turned red and a touch of vermillion overflowed from her mouth.

"I, lost!"

"Accepted!"

Having lost too much energy and her face turned pale, Wenjian Gu Yue looked back and nodded lightly.

"Keep your breath and concentrate!" Qinglu suddenly moved, and suddenly came to Yin Yuehun's side. He whispered, putting his right hand on Yin Yuehun's back, and shouted in a low voice. Suddenly, his energy burst out, with strong energy flowing in an endless stream.

It poured into Yin Yuehun's body to repair the damage to its foundation.

After a while, Qinglu took a long breath and said to Yin Yuehun: "I have helped you heal the wounds on your foundation, and you have to nurse the remaining internal injuries on your own.

Receive it!" After saying that, he took out another secret book from his arms.

"Thank you!" He nodded gently to express his gratitude without any pretense. He took the secret book Yin Yuehun and put it into his arms, then came to Jin Buhuan's side.

"Is the injury okay?" Jin Buhuan asked with concern.

"It doesn't matter, just practice for a few days and you'll be fine. The next battle will be with you, senior brother, so be careful!" Yin Yuehun said, shaking his head slightly.

"Yes!" Jin Buhuai nodded his head with a light smile.

"The third match between Jin Bu Huan and Bu Jie Jian."

"I'm offended!" He nodded lightly, Bujiejian holding a long sword, wearing a men's gown, and his silver-white hair fluttering in the wind.

"Asking for advice!" Facing Bujie Jian, Jin Buhuan looked even more solemn.

The strength and foundation of the Qinghai sword hall are unfathomable. If you work full-time in the sword hall, you can imagine that its swordsmanship and cultivation must be first-class. There is no reason why it cannot be replaced by gold.

The quiet and peaceful scene was gradually approaching the dim sky of the setting sun. The two men held long swords in their hands, and their aura slowly rose. They continued to fight in the air, making a clanging sound of sword blades clashing.

"Drink!" Bujiejian shouted solemnly, and his figure moved instantly. He swung his long sword, and the sword light flew out like a rainbow, shocking the sky. It was so fast that it was hard to predict and hard to guard against.

The sword wind hit his face, biting the bones, Jin Buhuan did not panic, secretly raised the energy in his body, and struck back with a sword, and the majestic sword energy surged out.

"Ah!" He didn't stop, the sword was broken, and the sword got even closer.

"Is this the only level of your kung fu?" At the moment of advancement, Bu Jie Jian spoke out at the same time to interfere with words. In psychological warfare, a slight flaw in a master's duel will determine the outcome, so it disturbs the minds of others during the battle, and

Not a rare situation.

Faced with Bu Jie Jian's verbal interference, Jin Buhuan shouted: "Your ignorance surprises me! Drink!"

He was not disturbed at all, but this is reasonable. If his mind can be distracted so easily, then Jin Buhuan will die countless times.

Shen shouted, and the sword light protruded.

The sword energy is sharp, the wind and sand are surging, the undercurrent is surging, the sword light is back and forth, the sword energy is against the sword energy, just like two tigers fighting in the mountain.

There was a clanging sound of gold and iron clashing, and little sparks shot out by the sword blades crossing each other.

The figures staggered again, Jin Buhuan shouted again, and the sword in his hand seemed to have been wandering for nine days, seeming both illusion and reality, elusive.

"Venus sparkles!"

"There is no solution to the sword puzzle!"

The sword's intention grew stronger and its energy became more violent.

The swords struck again, clashing in the air.

Bu Jie Jian felt a sudden huge force from his right hand, the tiger's mouth cracked, and blood dripped instantly. At the same time, he thought secretly in his heart: 'He is indeed a famous swordsman in the monastic world. His sword skills are extraordinary, but don't underestimate the power of Bu Jie Sword.

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"You lost!" Jin Buhuan turned around and shouted.

"Well? Even though I missed half a move, why did I fail!" Bujiejian frowned slightly and asked in a deep voice.

Without answering, he activated the energy in his body, and with the final sword strike, the sword that declared the opponent's defeat, Jin Buhuan fired his ultimate move.

"The roaring moon on the golden peak is unstoppable, and the wind blows the waves to meet the gate of hell! The last move, drink!" Jin Buhuan held the long sword in his hand, and suddenly the golden light suddenly appeared, as dazzling and dazzling as the sun slowly rising at dawn.

"There is no solution to the sword confusion, thousands of miles in the sky!" Being in the middle of a battle, I felt the terrifying extreme moves of my opponent. I didn't understand that the sword's face was dignified, and with the long sword in hand, I immediately launched the ultimate move at the same time.

A sword in the sky, the purple light shines thousands of miles away.

The body shape is wrong.

A loud sound.

When he didn't get what he wanted, the sword fell and he knelt down.

Facing each other from behind, Jin Buhuan stood on the spot, kneeling on one knee with Bu Jie Jian.

"I, lost, wow!" Bujiejian said, and a mouthful of blood spurted out.

"Concentrate and hold your breath!" At the same time, Qinglu suddenly appeared behind Bujie Sword, placed his right palm against it, and said in a condensed voice.

After a while, Bu Jie Jian stood up slowly and thanked Qing Lu: "Thank you, Hall Master!" (To be continued.)