The heroines are very fond of the villain me

Obviously he was going to be abolished first.

An Otherwise shook his head lightly, a blush appeared in his eyes.

boom!

An explosion sounded.

The strong sword energy criss-crossed everywhere, setting off a storm of sword energy.

"Ah ah ah ah..."

"Ah, my hands, my feet..."

"My golden core..."

In the storm of sword energy, the sound of wailing and crying could be heard endlessly.

A section of limbs severed by the sword qi flew out and scattered on the ground.

Blood stained the sword qi storm red, and a blood mist filled the air.

After the sword energy weakened, the Zhuo family's children who were mutilated, abandoned, or dead on the bloody ground fell to the ground one after another.

That storm of sword energy is not like the power possessed by Jindan in the early stage.

It is even more terrifying than the two-knife Liu Rou Jianyou!

Zhuo Bufan and the third prince looked at An Buan in astonishment.

I saw An Buan on the field, dressed in fluttering white clothes, peerlessly handsome, standing with a long sword, what a handsome man.

He kept the posture of swinging the sword out, and the corners of his mouth were slightly raised, revealing a familiar bloodthirsty smile.

He looked indifferently at the mourning Zhuo's children.

"I'm not pretending anymore, I'm showing my cards..."

Chapter 209: Abandoned people's cultivation is a traditional art skill

The storm of sword energy instantly crushed a group of Zhuo's children, and they were powerless to resist.

All lost their combat effectiveness and could no longer march towards An Otherwise.

And at this moment, An Buan, who caused all this, erupted a powerful aura centered on him, and spread to the surroundings.

This breath is ferocious, powerful, and full of murderous aura, which makes people uncontrollably frightened.

Everyone who was stunned looked steadily.

Behind a field of blood, there is still Bai Youran, an incomparably handsome young man in white.

It's just that at this moment, he no longer has the pure smile of the good boy Bai Youran before.

He slightly raised his head 45 degrees, his eyes looked down, and the corners of his mouth slightly raised, revealing a touch of cruelty and pleasure.

His aura is still soaring, and the oppression he releases is getting bigger and bigger.

Like a peerless devil crawling out of hell.

At this moment, in the eyes of everyone, Bai Youran is as terrifying as a nightmare.

"how is this possible……"

"Golden core middle stage, golden core late stage, golden core peak, half-step Nascent Soul..."

Sensing the realm of that powerful aura, the third prince frowned.

"He, Bai Youran, actually hides so deeply!"

"However, even so, he is only one person!"

"We still have so many people, Brother Zhuo and I are also at the peak of Golden Core stage, half-step Nascent Soul!"

"What's more, isn't it simple for the sword spirit to kill Bai Youran?"

The third prince forcefully suppressed the uneasiness in his heart, and comforted himself.

He turned his head and suggested to Zhuo Bufan: "As soon as the sword spirit comes up, Bai Youran will die, brother Zhuo, what do you think..."

He didn't finish his sentence, because in his eyes, Zhuo Bufan was trembling.

Zhuo Bufan's face turned pale when he sensed that familiar aura.

An unstoppable surge of fear rose in my heart, but also a wave of extreme anger gushed out.

This feeling of fear and anger is familiar!

Zhuo Bufan has only felt it on one person!

That's An Otherwise!

"It's him, it must be him..."

His mood gradually lost control, he pointed at An Buan, and issued a roaring order to Sword Spirit: "Kill him! Kill him for me!"

The emotionless white figure obeyed the order and flew towards An Ran with a sword.

The sword energy was like a rainbow, and he slashed at the head.

The sword energy like a long river is rolling in.

An Otherwise's hand trembled, and a long sword with a delicate green lotus pattern appeared.

"Qinglian swordsmanship."

Lightly fluttering in front of her.

After possessing the heart of swordsmanship, the law of ten thousand swords, and the visionary young sword emperor.

Otherwise, An was able to exert [-]% of the power of Qinglian swordsmanship.

When the sword came out, it cut off the long river sword energy of the sword spirit.

and advance...

Dangdang!

The sword spirit is indeed the incarnation of sword energy of the Supreme Elder of Tianyi Sect.

Although he can't reach the superb sword skills of Rou Jianyou, but with the high-level sword energy, he can still overwhelm An Oro a little bit.

Zhuo Bufan, who was full of madness, kept cursing viciously: "Kill him! Kill him! Cut him into pieces!"

"Ha ha ha ha……"

"Even if it's you, it's impossible to block the sword spirit!"

"You can't kill me!"

"But I can kill you!"

Immediately following the bone-chilling hatred.

It made Zhuo Bufan's face distorted beyond human appearance.

Otherwise, An's shadow was too great for him.

The first is the hatred of seizing love, and then the hatred of killing brothers, the opposition of camps and positions...

Such a combination of new hatred and old hatred caused him to regard An Otherwise as an imaginary enemy all the time.

All the time, he wanted to crush An Buan, but he was also afraid of An Buan's terrifying strength.

The scene of being defeated by An Ran in front of the woman he loves is still vivid in my mind...

But at this moment, with the sword spirit of the Supreme Elder, it would be impossible for An to survive otherwise.

He is sure to win!

"Ann! No! Of course! You must die!"

boom!

"What?"

However, when the next scene happened, Zhuo Bufan was stunned.

In the scene, the sword spirit stopped in mid-air.

Maintaining the posture of flying forward, but that piece of space and time seems to have stopped.

An Buan, who was not far from the wicked sword spirit, said, "Zhuo Bufan, Zhuo Bufan, I haven't seen you for so long, and you still haven't made any progress."

Zhuo Bufan was trembling, he could not let himself fall by leaning on the ground with his sword.

Because of him, his legs are weak.

He completely remembered the fear that An Ran gave him.

An Ran smiled and said lightly: "I have to say, your brother Zhuo Buping is much more decisive than you."

Of course, it's also faster to die.

Otherwise, An raised her hand.

Snapped!

With a snap of his fingers, thousands of miles of dark clouds gathered in the sky.

A black dragon claw covering the sky and the sun poked out from the clouds.

With a shocking momentum, the pen-hold shot was frozen in mid-air on the defenseless sword spirit.

boom!

"Do not!!!"

The life-saving hole card, the sword spirit was crushed in the dragon's claws!

Zhuo Bufan, who had changed his face several times, gradually collapsed and fell to the ground.

"No, no, no, it's not like that..."

"Damn it..."

"That's the incarnation of the ancestor's sword energy!"