I’m Really a Villain

Xu Zimo walked out of the Shixin Pavilion and looked up at the hazy sky.

In the misty fog, the whole sky looked like a giant beast, and thick dark clouds were rolling.

Roaring.

He opened his arms and the air was slightly cool.

A cool breeze is blowing from the north, and a few green leaves are dancing in the air.

"Brother Xu early," Lu Ze greeted with a smile, walking out from behind.

Xu Zimo nodded slightly.

"Brother Xu is ready for today's battle?" Lu Ze asked.

"What do you need to prepare to kill an ant," Xu Zimo replied casually.

"It seems that Brother Xu is very confident," Lu Ze fixed his eyes slightly and chuckled.

"It has nothing to do with self-confidence. If he is immortal, he still has some meaning.

A divine vein is really not worth mentioning," Xu Zimo waved his hand.

"Brother Xu is also a divine vein," Lu Ze continued to ask.

Xu Zimo lightly smiled and said, "Your curiosity seems very heavy."

"Just care about it, after all, it's a life and death battle," Lu Ze waved his hand quickly, not daring to ask more.

In the gloomy weather, the loud drums sounded again.

"Boom Rumble" echoed on the entire stone holy mountain.

"Let's go," Xu Zimo looked at Monk Dazhi and walked towards the mountain.

At this moment, the entire Stone Clan's clansmen also gathered here.

Because every battle involved the life and death of the Stone Clan, they paid special attention.

The wind and sand drifted past the center of the scene.

The land was silent for a while.

The people from the stone clan and the feather clan face each other far away.

It was still the crowd of yesterday, far away, and the voice of Emperor Yu Fei penetrated the crowd and resounded all around.

"Brother Shao Shuo, who is sent to die today?"

Shi Shaosuo coldly snorted: "It's not always certain who will die."

He turned his head to look at Xu Zimo on the side, and solemnly said, "Master Xu, please."

"Ah," Xu Zimo waved his hand and walked forward.

On the side of the Yu clan, I saw Xu Zimo coming out.

Emperor Yu Fei frowned slightly and asked, "Who is that guy?

Why haven't you seen it before? "

"Not sure, it should not be from the Stone Clan," someone said from the side.

"Foreign aid," Yu Shaoqing chuckled lightly.

"At this time, there are still people who dare to help the Stone Clan, which is really interesting."

"Be careful and take it with absolute certainty," Yu Feihuang said from the side.

The dust in the sky floated in front of the two,

Behind them are the shouts and cheers between the clansmen of the two clans.

The voice echoed under this stone holy mountain.

Seeing Yu Shaoqing raising her right hand, all voices stopped abruptly.

"Xiongtai seems very face-to-face," Yu Shaoqing asked.

"I don't know where it is?"

Xu Zimo did not answer his question, but asked, "Are you afraid of death?"

"What did you say?" Yu Shaoqing frowned slightly.

"Why are you asking so much," Xu Zimo replied.

"Anyway, you have to take everything to hell. It doesn't make sense to know or not."

"Crazy," Yu Shaoqing yelled coldly.

The long sword in his hand came out of its sheath, and a sword came to the west, killing Xu Zimo.

The long sword pierced the void, gathering one sword on one point.

Xu Zimo chuckled lightly, and the spiritual energy surged in his hand, and he clamped the long sword that the opponent had stabbed.

With the other hand, he turned his palm and patted Yu Shaoqing directly.

The palm of the wind and clouds throbbed, rolling up the majestic power.

Yu Shaoqing quickly stretched out her right arm to defend.

With a "boom", the endless spiritual energy burst out instantly, and Yu Shaoqing's figure flew out directly.

He quickly got up from the ground, sticking out his tongue and licking his lips.

He smiled and said, "No wonder you are so crazy, you still have some ability."

"Come on," Xu Zimo said, beckoning.

Yu Shaoqing's face was slightly positive, and sharp lights flashed in her eyes.

The figure flickered into countless afterimages, and the long sword spun from the palm of his hand and slew towards Xu Zimo.

This sword is very simple and unpretentious, but it is this ordinary sword that brings a shocking edge.

Xu Zimo patted his right hand vigorously, condensing the palm of endless aura.

The palms of the sword collided and they were annihilated together at the same time.

Yu Shaoqing's movements were neither rush nor slow, and his expression was neither happy nor sad.

There are no fancy moves in his sword moves.

It is ordinary cut, stab, lift, point, collapse, press, split, and cut.

This is the most basic thirteen styles of all sword moves.

Thirteen basic sword moves, this is a move that every novice sword learner will practice.

But at this moment in Yu Shaoqing's hands, there is more artistic conception.

"The origin of kendo," Xu Zimo said with a light smile.

"I have seen many people who use swords, but you are one of the few who can understand the origin."

The so-called origin means that all sword moves have been seen through.

People who can even create their own swordsmanship.

Any earth-shaking pulse technique is created by people.

"Some eyesight," Yu Shaoqing said lightly.

"But that's the only thing."

Xu Zimo chuckled lightly, "Really."

With a "clang", the sound of Ba Ying's sword being unsheathed came from behind.

Immediately afterwards, the intent of the sword like **** condensed.

"Swords and swords do not divide family, you can try mine."

Xu Zimo laughed.

"Chop, cleave, chop, cut, wash."

This is the thirteen styles of swordsmanship and the most basic swordsmanship.

Compared to Yu Shaoqing, Xu Zimo's movements are faster.

With just a few simple tricks, Yu Shaoqing couldn't help it.

He was stabbed directly in the chest, and the figure quickly retreated.

"What? Retreat," Xu Zimo smiled.

"You are not a member of the Stone Clan, can you tell me the name?" Yu Shaoqing only then got serious and asked.

"It's just an unnamed casual repair," Xu Zimo waved his hand.

"The dead don't need to know so much."

Yu Shaoqing stared slightly, and said nothing.

It's just that a dark air around him began to surge slowly.

There seemed to be a harsh cry.

This dark air was still very weak at first, but only in a blink of an eye, it has already arrived majestic.

The original sky is a little gloomy.

In this gloomy dark cloud, UU reading www. uukānshu.com A darker crow condenses.

"My fate appears," Xu Zimo smiled.

The white robe worn by Shaoqing Yu originally had a crow pattern on it.

The two look exactly the same at the moment.

The moment the crow appeared, the power of darkness surged out.

Unknown hits with the haze.

The crow is tens of meters high, and its whole body is like splashed ink.

The wings are plump, there is nothing special on it, just a touch of black that makes it difficult to see through.

The mouth looks hard and slightly sharp.

The most impressive thing is its eyes.

Darkness, corrosion, death, it seems that countless bad words can be thought of for a moment.

"World Destroying Dark Night Crow," Shi Shaoshuo exclaimed on the side of Shi Clan.

"It seems that Patriarch Shi is quite knowledgeable," Yu Shaoqing said with a light smile.

"You actually made it your real life," Shi Shaosuo's expression was a little incredulous.

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