Our Villains Don't Want To Be Stepping Stones

"Jun Shan's daughter, Jun Mowu, honoring his late father's last wish, holding a sword and bowing to the mountain, invites Sword Master Long Yuan, and accepts his disciples!"

The black-clothed girl's voice was clear, like a nine-day phoenix chanting, with a bit of coldness for no reason.

Suddenly, the sword mountain hummed, and thousands of sword lights bloomed from the mountain.

"Who is Junshan?"

A group of Jianzhong disciples frowned, apparently unfamiliar with the names Junshan and Jun Mowu.

Only the old man in white, his expression trembled, as if he was thinking, and he was a little desolate for a while.

"Jun Shan, who died?"

Between heaven and earth, a figure suddenly appeared out of thin air.

It was a middle-aged man, handsome in appearance, dressed in sackcloth, and around him, there was a blooming fairy brilliance, covering the heavenly secrets.

Especially the pair of slender and cold eyes, every inch of the eyes, like the prehistoric fairy, piercing the cloud dome, making people dare not look at them.

"Sword Master!!"

"Meet the Sword Master!!"

The originally dull-looking disciples of the Sword Tomb suddenly fell to their knees and looked respectful, as if they had seen a god.

Of course, for this Qing Cang Jianxiu, the one in front of him is indeed no different from a god.

Long Yuan Sword Master, Bai Zhanyang.

He once used a dragon-slaying sword for more than ten thousand years, and then he realized the Dao in the sword mound, quit killing with one body, sealed the sword and cultivated his heart, and stepped on the peak of kendo.

There are different opinions about his cultivation.

But when it comes to the word "sword master", even those supreme powerhouses who have already become famous have lingering fears.

Astonishing and brilliant, the one who can keep his name, the sword master Long Yuan is the only one in the world.

Compared with Daotian Academy, Xuanhong Xianzong, Tianquefu and other Qingcang Supreme Dao Lineages, although Longyuan Sword Tomb is not as good as it is, no one in the whole Qingcang dares to underestimate this sect.

Without him, it is precisely because of this one, Sword Master Long Yuan.

"My father died of Fa Xiang Senluo. The disciple doesn't know who shot it, but just before my father died, he asked the disciple to come here with his sword in his arms. If you can walk across the Great Wall of Sword Qi, you can worship the sword master as your teacher."

Lord Grim's voice was calm, and she didn't feel any fear because of the identity of the people in front of her.

"Fa Xiang Senluo... After all, was the group of bald donkeys moved?"

Bai Zhanyang sighed lightly, his palm suddenly clenched, and the ancient sword wrapped in rags in Lord Grim Wu's arms suddenly let out a humming sound, turned into a shock, and was held by the sword master in one hand.

Only now did everyone see that this sword was actually a blood-colored evil sword.

Layers of blood pervaded quietly, and an invisible massacre crashed down, confusing people's minds.

"This is...this is the bloody evil sword!! The bloody sword ranks fourth among the ten god-tier swords!! You are...you are the descendant of the bloody swordsman!!"

Above Jianshan, there were bursts of exclamations suddenly.

The bloody evil sword is the famous sword of Qingcang.

It's just that this sword is evil, and it will return when it sees blood, otherwise it will kill its master.

It is rumored that before Ten Thousand Years, Qingcang had a kendo saint, and he fought all the way and never failed.

Although this person was talented in swordsmanship, he was considered an evil by countless sect forces because of his excessive killing intent, and he was surrounded and killed in the extreme north of Qingcang.

It is said that in that battle, thirteen people died in the Qingcang Holy Land, and the Bloody Sword Saint also had no news and was never born again.

Some people say that he is dead, and some people say that he has become a crippled person, living in seclusion.

It's just about the first battle that year, all the sects kept silent, and just now cast a layer of mystery on this bloody sword saint.

Who would have thought that today this girl came with a sword in her arms and said she wanted to worship the Longyuan Sword Tomb! !

With blood and evil, although it cannot be said that the world is intolerant, if it is known by other forces, it will inevitably lead to disasters.

Now that the demons are present, the world is in chaos. Longyuan Jianzhong wants to be alone, which is tantamount to a fool's dream.

You can master the temperament of the sword, neither will you go to the world master hall, nor will you be a lackey of the Ling clan.

This will only become a common enemy in the eyes of the two forces.

"You two, come with me."

Sword Master Long Yuan's eyes fell, looked at Ling Tian and Lord Grim Wu, and finally sighed and walked towards the depths of Jianshan.

"Xun'er, wait for me here."

Ling Tian reminded in a low voice that he only chased the sword master away when the black-clothed woman swept over from the foot of the mountain.

But at this moment, looking at the two figures walking side by side, Ye Xun'er felt a bit lonely in her heart.

Inexplicably, Ye Xun'er saw some... Ling Tian's shadow on Lord Grim Wu.

The same perseverance and unyielding, the same sword posture is outstanding.

The descendant of the evil sword meets the sword demon?

Maybe they are made in heaven, right?

In the depths of Jianshan, there is a straight peak.

Sword Master Long Yuan stood with his hands behind his back, looking down at the clouds below his feet.

At this moment, his whole person is like a sword, without vitality or edge.

The big sword has no edge, or it can open up the sky.

Obviously, the sword master's kendo attainments have reached the pinnacle.

"When I traveled to Qingcang, I met a confidant on the sword journey."

It wasn't until Ling Tian and the two came from a distance that Sword Master Long Yuan's voice slowly resounded.

"He has a completely different opinion from me about the way of the sword."

"So I discussed the sword with him for seven days, and finally fought in the extreme northern desert. In that battle, I suppressed it with my realm and was slightly better."

"It's just this kind of victory, it doesn't make any sense. The two of us agreed that every Ten Thousand Years would be convenient for this decisive battle. Only when one person can crush the other will he prove his swordsmanship."

"The swordsmanship I pursue is a sword that opens the sky and saves the calamity for the common people, and he always believes that the sword is a weapon for killing people, and the sword is three feet invincible."

"Unfortunately, that year, I missed the appointment."

After the words fell, Sword Master Long Yuan slowly turned his head and looked at the two behind him.

At this time, Ling Tian already understood that the father of Lord Grim was probably the confidant of the swordsmanship that the sword master said.

And the reason why he left himself was probably because he was ashamed.

"I never believed that he was a demon. There are three thousand avenues, each with its own stubbornness. Seven Ten Thousand Years ago, I had an enlightenment in my heart. No longer the momentum of entering the fairyland at the beginning of the year, I finally understood that the sword I cultivated is not between heaven and earth. The only sword!"

Sword Master Long Yuan sighed softly, his brows filled with vicissitudes.

"It's just that when I first entered the Sword Tomb, I had an epiphany in front of the monument, I realized Ten Thousand Years, and when I woke up again... I had lost my trust in him."

"I often think that if I could have woken up a hundred years earlier, I might have saved him from being slandered by the world. Over the years... I feel ashamed, and it will be difficult to take a step in the cultivation base. When I see you today, I know that the cause and effect has come."

"But I can't figure it out. Fa Xiang Senluo is a Buddhist secret technique. Those who practice this technique will gradually lose their cultivation, exhaust their vitality and die. Since he was not dead, why didn't he come to find me? Could it be in his eyes? I, am I so untrustworthy?"

It is hard to imagine that with the cultivation of Sword Master Long Yuan, there was a hint of resentment on his face at this time.

Perhaps, in this immortal journey, it is a blessing in life to meet someone who can be called a confidant.

It's easy to say that there are no distractions, how many people in the world really do it?

"My father once said that people dare not speak falsely, people are too sad to say Zen, so they did not dare to disturb the sword master's practice."

Lord Grim said indifferently, while Sword Master Long Yuan closed his eyes bitterly.

Probably, that missed appointment was the parting of the two of them in this life.