ultimate dark villain

"It doesn't matter, you have done your best." He shook his head slightly. Although he was still angry in his heart, the Lord of Ghosts and Evil could also understand the decision of the Lord of Sun Flame. After all, the other party was not like himself and had unforgettable hatred with the three righteous religions.

, naturally will not put his hometown and his own life in a fight.

"In this way, two wins and one tie." After the Lord of Sun Flame left, Tianfo showed a smile on his face and smiled at the Lord of Ghost and Evil.

"Humph, so what? Audao smiled, and you will be the next duel." With a cold snort, the Lord of Ghost Evil shouted to a swordsman in black behind him.

Hearing the words of the Lord of Ghosts and Evils, Aodao slowly raised his head with a smile, his face calm, nodded slowly, and then walked out slowly.

Holding the cold scimitar in his arms, Aodao came to the field with a smile and slowly looked at Lin Hua and the others.

As his gaze moved, everyone felt an indescribable air of death, echoing around the people around them, sending chills down their spines.

The cold face and the smile in his name are difficult to match.

A master, a rare master. Unlike Su Chengchou Anmeng, who was directly killed by Yu Xiang before, this man is definitely a top swordsman.

"The sword monk has learned the lesson." He came out holding the wooden sword, and the sword monk lightly nodded his head, with the same coldness and the same temperament.

"No need to say more." Seeing his opponent stand up, there were no unnecessary words, cold words, and the breath of death, accompanied by the sword under the moon, slashed out instantly, fast, fast, like a flash of the silver moon.

"Why don't you put down the killing sword?" The wooden sword was raised, and the light of the sword flashed. Although it was a wooden sword, it was equally tough. With a clang, the firelight burst out and felt the blood on the long sword, killing, and the swordsman sighed slightly.

"Putting down the sword means putting down my life. Master, are you willing to put down the sword in your hand?" The cold words were accompanied by the exchange of swords. The proud sword waved the scimitar in his hand and said slowly.

"The sword that cuts off karma and eliminates evil cannot be put down now." The swords met again, their bodies staggered, and the swordsman shook his head gently.

"hypocritical."

The fire burst out, and the knife became faster and crueler.

"It's not hypocrisy." The sword monk replied as he swung his wooden sword to chop, sweep, block, stab, pick, and attack and defend with ease.

"Then why don't you let it go? Drink!" With a shout, the energy in the body was exercised, and the sword struck down with a huge force.

"When there is no more evil in the time, it will be the day when the sword monk abandons his sword. Ah!" In response to the words, the long sword in his hand rotated, and the energy was turned into nothingness in an instant.

The swords intersected again, simultaneously stimulating the energy in the body, forming a world-shaking foundation. The air flow suddenly went wild, causing the earth to shake.

The wooden sword is waved, showing the holy light of Buddhism.

The scimitar slashed across, filled with the aura of death and killing.

An extreme confrontation, a confrontation between saint and evil.

"Hmm!? He smiled in front of the proud sword. It's really no small matter that this monk managed to avoid falling behind." Looking at the battle situation, the Lord of Ghosts and Evil felt a little surprised.

"Don't worry, Aodao Yixiao hasn't used all his strength yet. I believe Aodao Yixiao will win." With a gentle smile, Emperor Shitian said to the Lord of Ghosts and Evils.

"That's right, how can Aodao's ability be measured by them?" Hearing Emperor Shitian's words, the Lord of Ghost and Evil also smiled lightly, said no more, and transferred the realization to the battle situation.

The swords intersected, and the tyrannical energy flowed in all directions, constantly vibrating in the wilderness.

"Drink!" He shouted again, holding a scimitar and slashing in the air.

Suddenly, the moment the scimitar struck down, the proud sword activated the magic power in his body with a smile. Immediately, the evil energy and magic power circulated around the body, and an impressive demonic power appeared faintly.

"Death Silver! Drink!" He shouted wildly, and Aodao smiled and launched his ultimate move.

Facing the breath of death and the power of evil energy, the swordsman showed a solemn look on his face, shouted softly, and activated the holy power of Buddha: "Cut away karma and eliminate demons, kill and protect living beings!"

"Knife crazily destroys and kills!"

The extreme moves continued, and the head-on collisions were repeated. Each move was stronger than the last, leaving no room to breathe.

"Evil Sword Ten Thousand Techniques!"

"Buddha Sword Wheel!"

Evil versus holy, scimitar versus wooden sword.

The last move is to use the powerful demonic energy to confront the holy power of Buddha's light.

I saw blood bleeding from the corner of the sword monk's mouth, his feet still motionless, but the proud sword flew backwards with a smile.

"You have lost this battle." The Lord of Ghost Evil said with a smile on his face.

After hearing this, everyone had no doubts and just sighed in a low voice.

"I failed you." Returning to the camp, the swordsman sighed.

"How injured are you?" Yu Xiang asked.

"It doesn't matter!" The swordsman shook his head slightly and said.

"How can you say it's okay if your inner energy is injured?" Yu Xiang sighed and shook his head.

"Just take a little recuperation." The swordsman shook his head slightly and said.

"I would rather be seriously injured than give in half a step. Is this the so-called perseverance? But in my eyes, how stupid is it?" The Lord of Ghosts and Evil snorted.

"You're lying! In the next battle, Wenjian Gu Yue is here to teach me." Wenjian Gu Yue gently stroked her long beard and slowly walked out with the long sword in hand.

"Wenjian Guyue, long time no see." Just after Wenjian Guyue appeared, a middle-aged swordsman walked out of the opponent's camp, snorted and looked at Wenjian Guyue.

"It's you!" Wenjian Gu Yue was stunned when she saw the person coming.

"After that sword strike of yours, I should have expected today's outcome. Asking Jian Gu Yue, Xie Lun Wu Jian has learned the lesson." A trace of hatred flashed in the middle-aged swordsman's eyes, and he said coldly.

After hearing Xie Lun Wu Jian's words, Wen Jian Gu Yue's mind flashed back to the past, and her heart became entangled, and she felt helpless beyond words.

The evil spirit breaks out and a helpless battle breaks out.

"Wenjian Guyue, if you destroy my support, I will take your life. Drink!" Xie Lun Wujian yelled angrily, unwilling to say more, but only wanted to fight, a life and death battle.

Seeing Xie Lun Wu Jian push with his right palm, he took a deep breath and asked the sword Gu Yue, knowing that in Xie Lun Wu Jian's furious state, no matter how he tried to defend himself, it would be in vain.

A palm.

"Blood refines the common people!" He yelled again, Xie Lun Wu Jian's first move was his ultimate move, and the palm technique seemed to be full of righteousness. However, he saw that the evil element demon energy flowed to form that strangely strong palm energy.

When Wen Jian Gu Yue saw this, she also took a deep breath, channeled all her energy, used her palm as a sword, and struck out, "Sealing Sword Xuan Kong."

There was a loud bang, sweeping up thousands of feet of dust.

The first palm of the first meeting, yin and yang chaos, thunder and lightning.

The two palms intersect, and Xie Lun Wu Jian turns his palm to dissolve the sword energy in it.

"Swordsman Doren!"

"Jianhua Daolian has died a long time ago. My current name is: Xie Lun Wu Jian. Drink!" Without further words.

Evil energy.

"Evil Soul Purgatory!"

"Thousands of Miles of Flowing Clouds!" She circulated her energy. Wenjian Gu Yue saw that the ultimate move was coming. She moved, the long sword in her hand drew a dot, and her sleeves turned. The peerless swordsman who has been famous for a long time now has two swords, and once again

His skills astonished everyone.

"Wen Jian Gu Yue, your sword has not improved at all compared to before. Drink!" With a loud shout, the long sword behind Xie Lun Wujian unsheathed and spun up in the air. A mouthful of immortal wind drifted down, Xie Lun Wu Jian

A sword that shines all over the body.

"Hey, Bipolar!" He sighed, showing his helplessness. For the sake of the overall situation, for China, and for the Holy Spirit, Wenjian Guyue reappeared the Bipolar Sword. After a shout, his figure soared into the air and hovered, with air like a dragon and walking like a phoenix.

, lingering around the body with the dust in the sky.

With the evil sword in hand, evil power can reach the sky.

The sword of Taoism is in hand, and it is pure and mysterious.

"You are finally serious." Seeing Wenjian Gu Yue's powerful momentum erupt, Xie Lun Wu Jian looked a little solemn.

"Your way has changed." Wenjian Gu Yue sighed.

"People's hearts are ever-changing, just like the world's sentiments are ever-changing! Drink!"

"You are wrong, only the Tao remains unchanged! Drink!"

Two shouts started the battle again.

The two swords clashed, with a clang sound and strong impact. The jaws of the two men burst open at the same time, dripping with bright red blood.

"Your cultivation is far better than before!" Wenjian Gu Yue felt the shock force coming from the long sword and couldn't help but sigh.

"If I had cultivated once, how could I...drink!" The memory is endless pain, and it is the murderous intention transformed from pain. With another drink, the life-threatening breath strikes the man holding the sword again.

"Hey! Wenjian Three Stances!" Wenjian Gu Yue held the long sword in her hand, Wenjian Three Stances, and launched her ultimate move, but her heart was full of helplessness, she raised her sword, and the two swords met again.

As the two swords intertwined, Wenjian Gu Yue's mind moved and she recalled the past...

And just when the winner was about to be decided, the sky suddenly tore apart, and a powerful aura suddenly enveloped the entire place.

The terrifying power of despair.

The sky was torn apart, and even the moon was trembling under this powerful force.

The entire land of China has undergone tremendous changes under this extreme force.

Sea water poured in, mountain peaks collapsed, blizzards fell, thunders and fires occurred. Under the influence of this extreme force, the entire China seemed to be doomed.

The desolate cries of mourning all over the place are the most poignant accusations against the emperor, the queen, and the queen.

"The sun, moon and stars are not as dazzling as me, and there is no one in the universe who is beyond my control."

The most domineering poem, the changes in heaven and earth.

Lin Hua, Yu Xiang, and Yin Yuexing were shocked at the same time.

Could this poem number be...

Tossing the sky and destroying the Tao, the most powerful martial art to destroy the sky, the Demon God Jiuluo, the number one martial artist who shattered the void in the past, tore the boundaries of space and descended on the land of China.

With a tap of the toes, the demon god entered the world. In an instant, the state of China could not withstand this extreme power and was instantly out of balance.

Wearing a red robe, long red hair, and a cold face, Jiuluo, the number one martial artist in ancient times, tears apart space.

"The Stone of the Holy Spirit, the Seed of the World, I didn't expect that my shattered and empty world could give birth to such a divine object." His eyes opened slightly, and indifferent words came out.

"Jiu Luo!" How could everyone present not know who this person was? Their faces all turned pale.

Even the people in the alien space are no exception. Although they also want to obtain the Holy Spirit, they do not want China to be broken.

But Jiuluo is different. Whether it completely absorbs the energy or takes it away from China, it will cause unimaginable harm.

"Yeah!? The existence of ants, drink!" With a shout, Jiuluo moved his hands, and his energy suddenly burst out.

The powerful power swept in all directions. Wenjian Guyue and Xielun Wujian in the field were the first to be bombarded by the energy and died on the spot.

"An arrow from the Ice God!"

"Flying in the sky!"

"Devils hate all directions!"

"Regardless of time, let the wind sing!"

All the ultimate moves were launched to resist the air flow. When Emperor Lin Huafeng came into contact with the energy, he immediately felt that the energy and blood in his body surged instantly, making it difficult to contain. (To be continued...)

ps: After writing the final battle, it’s over~ I’m preparing a new book