When the Villain Become a Protagonist

The Big Competition has finally reached the most critical final stage. If nothing else, the first person of the younger generation will also be formed between Long Aotian and Xiao Yuan.

"Master, don't worry, I will avenge my eldest brother!"

"Aotian, don't force it, Qiao'er can't beat him, you have to be careful!" Daoyi Holy Master looked at Long Aotian with concern.

In his heart, it would be okay if Long Aotian had won, but once he had lost, where should he put the face of that holy land!

"Master, have you forgotten that I am called the "Invincible Little Overlord"?"

"I think I have gone through hundreds of battles since I was born without fail. Master, you are optimistic today. I must defeat Xiao Yuan and avenge my eldest brother!"

Seeing Long Aotian walking confidently towards the battle platform, Daoyi Holy Master showed a trace of helplessness. Although Long Aotian is good at strength, can he beat Xiao Yuan?

Xiao Yuan frowned when he watched Long Aotian who was slowly walking up. He knew that Long Aotian was Xie Qiao's beloved brother. Although his cultivation was in the early stage of the cavernous period, his actual combat power was comparable to that of the latter stage of the cavernous period!

If possible, he doesn't want to play against it! But now, he has no turning back.

After all, Xie Qiao was beaten half-dead by him just now, and was never taken off the court!

Shenwudao, who was far in the stands, watched that the two children of luck were about to fight, and he thought interestingly: "One is the rebirth flow and the other is the invincible flow. Which one is the better one?"

"The last battle of the Holy Land Competition begins now!"

With the order of the elder who presided over the competition, the much-anticipated final scene of the competition finally began.

Long Aotian knew that Xiao Yuan's Eight-Star Sword was extraordinary, so he chose melee combat from the beginning.

In order to give full play to his own advantages, Xiao Yuan constantly wanted to distance himself from Long Aotian, but it was a pity that he failed every time.

Daoyi Holy Master looked at Long Aotian's style of play and nodded again and again. If this continues, Xiao Yuan will undoubtedly lose!

Just when everyone thought Xiao Yuan was about to lose, an incredible scene happened suddenly: Xiao Yuan didn't resist Long Aotian's chest punch, but directly chose to use this punch to draw a distance from Long Aotian!

When Long Aotian's fist hit Xiao Yuan's chest, he could clearly hear the cracking bones! And Xiao Yuan's vomiting blood!

This action caused the monks present to take a breath: "This Saint Xiao Yuan is really a ruthless person!" You must know that ordinary monks may be dissipated by this punch!

Xiao Yuan, with his mouth full of blood, laughed when he saw that he had finally separated from Long Aotian!

He held the Eight-Star Sword in his hand and said with blood in his mouth, "I thought I wouldn't use this trick, but you made me have to use it!"

Everyone saw Xiao Yuan leaping up, his long hair fluttering in the air, and the eight-star sword in his hand was dazzling under the sunlight.

Xiao Yuan waved the Eight-Star Sword in his hand, and suddenly countless sword auras appeared around him!

I saw that countless sword qi gradually condensed into a sharp blade, and the terrifying majesty of that blade made people feel trembling!

"Hehe, let's take a look at the strongest "Blade of Ten Thousand Swords" among the Eight Star Swords!"

Xiao Yuan roared and pointed the "Blade of Ten Thousand Swords" directly at Long Aotian!

Long Aotian looked at the blade that seemed to be able to wipe out everything, his brows furrowed, before he had time to think about it, he immediately made a defensive battle.

The sword blade broke through Long Aotian's defense bit by bit. Long Aotian was anxious, and he shouted in his heart: "No, I can't lose, I want to avenge my eldest brother!"

Suddenly, Long Aotian's breath was rising steadily, and he actually broke through!

After seeing Long Aotian's breakthrough, Shenwudao couldn't help but praise: "No loss is the son of Invincible Flowing Luck, he can leapfrog the battle himself, and now he is breaking through now, I really feel envious!"

"But, you who broke through, are you sure you can block the blow?" Shenwudao's expression changed, and he looked at Long Aotian who was struggling to resist with interest.

As Shen Wudao expected, although Long Aotian made a breakthrough, the sword still broke through Long Aotian's defense!

Everyone only heard a loud "boom", and the sky was dimmed and flying rocks splashed everywhere!

After a while, everything subsided.

Everyone looked at Xiao Yuan, who was left alone on the stage, and couldn't help but stare fiercely and enviously.

Because the first place in the competition, the first person of the younger generation, finally appeared, he is Xiao Yuan!

"Now, I announce that the first place in the Holy Land Competition is from Tianfu Holy Land..."

"Wait a minute, I haven't lost yet!"

The abrupt voice interrupted the presiding elder's announcement of the result, and everyone was shocked, because under the blow just now, Long Aotian was still alive!

Everyone was surprised to see a bloody hand stretched out from a pile of rocks, and then a tattered, bloody "blood man" slowly stood up from the rocks, he, It is Long Aotian.

Seeing Long Aotian's misery, Shen Wudao couldn't help but sigh with emotion: "This son of luck is really a person who is nostalgic for heaven, he was beaten so badly, he can stand up!"

Xiao Yuan was a little surprised to see that Long Aotian hadn't died under the blow just now, but he immediately recovered his calmness.

"Are you sure you want to fight?"

"Hmph, I'm still standing on the battlefield, and haven't surrendered yet, why don't I fight!" Long Aotian stared at Xiao Yuan closely.

"Hehe, I really admire your backbone!"

Just as Xiao Yuan raised the Eight-Star Sword to attack again, the Dao Yi Holy Master finally couldn't help it.

"Wait a minute, there is no need to compare this game anymore, I will surrender instead of Aotian!"

After hearing his master's words, Long Aotian turned around in surprise and looked at the Daoyi Holy Master. He was very puzzled, and he was even a little angry!

Although he was extremely reluctant, he still obeyed the wishes of the Daoyi Holy Master. After all, this is the person he loves most!

"Master, why, I can continue to fight!" Long Aotian looked at the Taoist Lord in front of him with a puzzled face.

"Aotian, you and Qiaoer are the two best disciples of my Taoist Holy Land in the past five hundred years. Qiaoer has been injured so badly because of my care, I can't let you repeat the same mistakes!"

"But Master, I'm not reconciled!"

"Ugh!"

Dao Yi sighed faintly, and then stopped speaking.

Shenwudao looked at this dramatic scene, and said with a playful smile: "It's so affectionate to protect the calf, but I don't know that your most beloved disciple is dead, what will happen to you?"

The big competition finally came to an end. Just as the presiding elder was about to announce that Xiao Yuan was the first person in the younger generation, he was suddenly interrupted by a voice!

The owner of this voice is not someone else, it is Xiao Yuan!

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