Our Villains Don't Want To Be Stepping Stones

"Um?"

Qingyang frowned slightly and looked up at the void.

In the next moment, his eyes suddenly condensed, and he saw ten sword shadows falling from the sky like a torrent of sword qi, carrying the sword power of annihilating everything.

"Buzz!"

Ten swords meandering, making a deafening tremor.

What is even more frightening is that these ten swords are surrounded by completely different rules of order.

Thousands of visions alternated between the sword marks, and in front of everyone, there seemed to be a chaotic mist quietly rising.

And in the mist, there were faint shadows of gods standing.

The infinite Dao sound resounded thousands of miles, like a sacrifice of an immortal god, which made people feel frightened and fearful from the bottom of their hearts.

And after those ten swords, Ling Xiao took a step forward, and the black clothes shook.

The three thousand black hairs drifted away, and their eyes seemed to be filled with the purest divinity, like a sword immortal who had been exiled from nine days.

"This is…"

Qing Yang's face became solemn again.

He can feel that the ten ancient swords in front of him have reached the category of holy realm.

Not to mention, these ten swords are the ultimate treasures in the world, and the spiritual power of this sword alone can be called vast and terrifying.

"As expected of the young master of the Ling clan, such a sword posture is enough to look down on a generation."

But at this time, there was still not much fear on Qingyang's face.

With Ling Xiao's strength, it doesn't mean that he can't kill the holy realm, but at most he kills some fake saints.

And he really lived through the holy calamity, condensing the peerless genius of the holy pattern.

Seven god-tier halls, the inheritance of the Shadow Soul Hall, and the identity background of the world, why should he worry about a young master of the Ling clan?

"Buzz!"

Between the heavens and the earth, the buzzing sounded suddenly.

I saw Qingyang's hand holding the ancient saber horizontally, and a surging holy intent suddenly condensed.

And the ancient knife in his hand shot out a hundred zhang Lingmang directly.

The dazzling golden light pierces the cloud dome and smashes the universe, like an ancient divine soldier who opened up the world.

even! !

Just a glance can make people's eyes sting and their hearts tremble.

People in the holy realm, their flesh and blood spiritual power has receded from the mortal energy, and they have transformed into the holy will that is in the same contract with heaven and earth.

Obviously, the sacred pressure of the descendant of the Shadow Soul Palace is far more powerful than those of the previous clan elders.

"boom!"

Qing Yang slashed out with one sword, and the terrifying fluctuation of order turned into an incomparable edge, colliding with the ten ancient swords.

Suddenly, the void collapsed, the vast power swept all directions, and the entire Qingyao Mountain burst into countless cracks at this time.

"Clang!"

The ten holy swords touched the blade one by one, and faintly, the original slashing sword force gradually subsided, and finally turned into a radiance that sprinkled the sky.

"As expected of the descendant of the Shadow Soul Palace."

Ling Xiao smiled lightly and stood in the sky with his hands behind his back.

I saw the ten swords quietly entrenched above his head, bursting with immortal sword intent.

With Qingyang's means, it is difficult for ordinary contemporary people to compete with him.

The spiritual power contained in this simple knife is simply beyond the ability of people of the Venerable Realm to compete.

Moreover, looking at Qingyang's appearance, Kamui's sword stance might not be his trump card.

"Take another sword from me and try."

Ling Xiao's eyes were clear, and he raised the sky with one hand and suddenly waved it down.

"Unparalleled, Dao resentment."

I saw that the ten swords that had been stagnant once again spewed out a splendid divine brilliance.

Only this time, the ten swords were linked together in the sky, condensing into a hundred-zhang sword shadow out of thin air.

Runes surging on it, engraved with countless ancient and mysterious totems. Thousands of sword intents lingered around the sword body, filled with unspeakable fierceness.

Xiaguang rises, the sun and the moon collapse.

With this sword cut, I am afraid that even the Avenue of Time will be completely wiped out.

"This breath..."

At this time, the countenances of the countless strongmen in the Killing Temple had already changed, and their eyes were staring at the sword shadow that was about to fall.

With their strength, they all felt a kind of panic from the bottom of their hearts.

Attacking the heavens above, beheading the gods below.

It is unimaginable that this timeless sword is actually wielded by a person of honor.

"It seems that today, Young Master Ling Xiao is planning to fight with me to die."

Qing Yang's eyes were gloomy, and he still had some doubts in his heart.

Although the Taikoo Ling Clan and the Jiezhu Palace have always been opposed to each other, this opposition is only secret.

After all, with the heritage of the two forces, it is impossible to completely destroy the other side.

Therefore, in these ten Ten Thousand Years, whether it is the Ling Clan's seclusion, or the fact that the Jiezhu Temple does not enter the God War Realm, it is actually a kind of compromise.

At the very least, on the surface, the two forces have reached a relatively stable situation.

But what Ling Xiao did today completely broke this balance.

Could it be that the Taikoo Ling Clan really moved their hearts to the sky?

Or, this clan believes that the appearance of Ling Xiao is the opportunity for the Taikoo Ling clan to conquer the world?

"The fish died and the net broke?"

Ling Xiao shook his head and smiled, the clouds were light and the wind was light, but in the next moment, a flash of coldness suddenly flashed in his eyes, "You are also worthy?"

"boom!!"

When the words fell, Ling Xiao didn't hesitate any longer. The instant the palm of his hand was printed, a thousand feet of golden light erupted from the shadow of the hundred-zhang sword, as if a river of gods descended from the nine heavens, giving rise to countless ancient and mysterious idols.

In the vast void, Ling Xiao's figure stood still, and the sword bones all over his body also burst into colorful rhythms.

The wisps of rays of light gradually shrouded his figure, like an ancient god who wanted to clear the world and punish the evil.

"cut!!"

As he fell, the sword shadow suddenly smashed Cang Ming and fell from the sky.

At this moment, the entire Qingyao Mountain was silent.

Immediately afterwards, everyone saw that under the sword edge, there were stars shattering and yin and yang were in chaos.

Even the supreme powerhouse has a faint illusion at this time that this sword... they can't take it.

How ridiculous! !

A person of the respected realm actually displayed a sword stance that made them all terrified?

"Ling Xiao!! You forced me!!"

Qingyang raised his head and looked at the sword shadow that pierced through the void and fell, and suddenly there was a ray of soul light in his eyes.

In his body, countless divine soul lines manifested, like a supreme god realm, self-transforming Qianyu, including the heavens.

Shadow Soul Palace, as the name suggests.

The true inheritance of this power lies in the way of the soul. When a thought arises, the soul is immortal, and the body is a shadow.

only! !

Even if Qingyang is confident, with his realm, it is impossible for someone in the realm to break through his soul realm.

However, at the moment when the sword brilliance fell, his face was still completely pale.

"Boom!!"

The golden light sword was reflected in the nine days, and it slashed down.

The ten thousand soul lines on Qingyang's head dimmed almost instantly.

Then, endless divine brilliance rose into the sky, covering everyone's sight.

And Qing Yang's figure, after all, disappeared in front of everyone's eyes at the moment when the sword shadow fell.

On the top of Qingyao Mountain, there was silence.

Everyone looked at the young man standing in the void with an indifferent expression, nothing but awe in his eyes.

This troubled world, charming eyes ah.