The Villain System of Mingyue in Qin Dynasty.

"What exactly do you want to do?" the old man said, with a warning in his tone, as if he was giving an ultimatum.

"To assassinate Ying Ziyi, of course I don't want to die so early. But I'm still interested in Zhenren Pill. I was thinking, instead of you people going to die for nothing and troublesome people, it's better for me to solve it on the spot . You said, right!"

"kill!"

The young man's playful face, unruly attitude, and his undoubtedly sarcastic words finally angered the old man.He planned to start first, to get rid of this factor that made him feel uneasy.

The killers in the room attacked almost at the same time, but the next moment, everyone noticed that the boy had disappeared.

Is he a ghost?

At this moment, doubts arose in everyone's mind.Only the old man, he felt the breath of the youth.

"On the roof."

Everyone looked up and saw that the young man was holding two swords, his feet were hooked on the beams of the house, like a mantis, and there was a smile on his mouth.

The boy finally made a move, his figure was strange, and the two sickle-like swords had harvested two heads in less than a moment.

All of this happened after all, and the premonition in the old man's heart was becoming reality step by step.

The dozen or so people in the room are all world-renowned swordsmen.But no one was able to survive a few rounds under the hands of this little-known boy.

Facing the massacred people, the old man did not waver at all.

He just pulled out his saber silently, looking at the boy with two swords on his bent knees.

The boy smiled and said, "Are you finally going to make a move?"

"You seem to be waiting for this moment."

The old man's tone was deep, he was waiting, he was looking for, as a swordsman back then, the feeling of wandering between life and death.This feeling has already been left behind by him.

Because what the old man had to face was perhaps the most terrifying crisis in his life.

"Killing or being killed is the only choice for a swordsman. Life and death are the tests that every swordsman must pass. To live means to become stronger. Whether it is for you or me. Come on! I've been waiting for this moment for a long time." The boy was still smiling.He raised the two swords in his hand and said to the old man.

"Come on!" The old man said the same way, and the long-lost blood was ignited in his heart.

The confrontation between the young man and the old man was over in an instant.This is a life-and-death duel, and it doesn't require any complicated and weird moves, nor does it require such a powerful internal force.In a life-and-death duel, the comparison is pure strength.

Whoever is faster means victory and whoever can survive.

In this bet, the boy survived.However, the boy's smiling face was gone, and there was no trace of joy from victory.Some are just extremely heavy.

"I thought that facing the world-famous swordsman in the past, Han Wushuang, one of the six masters around King Zhao, my swordsmanship would improve, but I didn't expect that it would remain the same."

It's still the same!What is the difference? The boy glanced at the two swords in his hands that had many gaps.Although they are also expensive and made by famous masters, they still can't match my growing cultivation level after all.

The boy sighed slightly, took out the box from the old man's arms, and opened it.

"This is the real Dan."

The young man played with this coveted real pill in his hands, like a child playing with his own toy.He had no intention of accepting it.At least, not yet.

"not good!"

The boy tossed the real pill high, but suddenly felt a powerful aura coming from outside the door.

The man's skill was so fast that even a teenager had no time to react.Before the real pill fell, it was taken away by that person.

"who is it?"

The teenager didn't like this feeling very much, the feeling of being played by others.

"Didn't you just say that you wanted to kill me?"

The young man squinted his eyes and looked at the young man in brocade clothes in front of him, "You are Ying Ziyi."

"Bold, you can call our young master's name." The person who spoke was a wretched person who was standing behind Ying Ziyi.The boy noticed that he was the one who took the real person pill from him.

"How did you notice this?"

"Joke, someone wants to take my head outside Xianyang City, shouldn't I know?"

What Ying Ziyi said was understandable, but the young man was speechless.

"What do you want, my lord?" The young man already felt that there were several powerful auras around the room, and he was surrounded!

Just when the young man was at a loss, a pair of ancient swords were brought in by a waiter outside the door.

"The Eight Swords of the King of Yue, sprites!"

The boy didn't even notice himself, when he said these words, what kind of excitement was revealed in his words.

"Taking them means that you have given up your previous identity. From now on, you are my sword slave."

"I agree!" Without any hesitation, the young man took over the two swords and agreed to Ying Ziyi's request.

In the empty house, the rest were all gone, only Hou Zi and Ying Ziyi were there.

Monkey handed the real person pill snatched from Yaoyao to Ying Ziyi.

"My lord, we have found out that this immortal pill is not from the Yin Yang family." The monkey replied.

Ying Ziyi played with the pill in his hand, and said with a smile: "Of course it's not from the Yin Yang family, because it's not a real person pill at all."

"what?"