I'm Really a Villain!

Behind me is the autumn wind blowing again, and the ancient buildings blowing lonely in the wind.

Continuous levels disappear out of sight.

He walked out of the ancient building, and at the end of his line of sight was the plain again.

An endless plain with no end in sight.

The moment he set foot on the plain, in the northwest, there seemed to be a sword intent rising into the sky.

It turned into a torrent, tearing apart the clouds on the sky.

No one has been seen, but the Heavenly Sword Intent has descended.

Xu Zimo walked a few steps, and someone in front of him blocked his way.

It was an old man holding an imperial paper and wearing eunuch clothes.

He slouched his back and his voice was thin and thin.

Seeing Xu Zimo, she said: "Our lady Wanhua doesn't want to see you, so please invite this fellow Taoist to go back."

"Empress Wanhua?" Xu Zimo replied.

"You mean Fairy Ten Thousand Flowers, right?"

"Bold, how can you call your empress's title directly," the old eunuch scolded.

"What? She didn't dare to come out to see me, so she sent a dead ladyboy to disgust me?" Xu Zimo asked back.

"You...you," the old eunuch pointed at Xu Zimo, but didn't say a word for a long time.

"You are presumptuous."

"Ask Fairy Wanhua, do you still remember Emperor Qitian?" Xu Zimo said.

"Our family is too lazy to tell you," the old eunuch snorted coldly.

I saw him slowly spreading the imperial paper away.

He said in a sharp voice, "Please come out and see the Sword God."

As soon as the words fell, there was a soaring sword intent galloping towards the sky.

The sword will tear everything, Xu Zimo has never seen such a strong sword.

In the blink of an eye, the swordsman was already standing above his head.

The broad sword was suspended in the void, and the man in the white robe and the silver cloak just looked at the two of them quietly.

There was no emotion in his eyes.

Slanted bangs, half of the bangs almost cover one eye.

His face was firm and resolute, as sharp as a knife, with sword eyebrows and star eyes.

A white robe fluttered in the wind, the silver cloak was mixed with the white robe, and sword intent gushed out continuously.

"Your Majesty is ordered to kill everyone who trespasses here," the old eunuch said coldly.

The sword god glanced at Xu Zimo, but remained indifferent.

"Why don't you do it?" The old eunuch waited and shouted: "Don't tell me you want to disobey your mother's will."

Sword God glanced at him, just a glance.

The vast land seemed to be cut into two halves by a sword.

Numerous sword marks densely covered the old eunuch.

At that moment just now, no one saw clearly that he had cut countless swords.

Then these swords fell on the old eunuch, I am afraid he has died countless times.

This is a siren call.

The sword god said lightly: "My sword doesn't like people talking loudly, so you should pay attention."

He jumped off the sword, the sword seemed to have a spirit, and it surrounded his body intimately.

The old eunuch swallowed hard, and his tone was a little gentler.

"These are all orders from the empress, I'm just passing on a message."

"I see," Sword God waved his hand, indicating that the old eunuch can leave.

The old eunuch looked embarrassed, and finally snorted coldly, then walked away.

……

"Xie Changliu," the sword god turned to look at Xu Zimo, and said his name calmly.

"Fight."

"From my perspective, your sword intent doesn't look like someone who lives under the fence. How could you obey Fairy Wanhua?" Xu Zimo asked.

For those who have gone far in their way, their character and swordsmanship are closely related.

It can be said that there is no distinction between each other.

A person can also be judged from this.

This Xie Changliu's sword intent is relentless and will never be inferior to others.

"Everyone has their own difficulties. If I don't tell you, don't ask, either," Sword God Xie Changliu replied.

"Draw your knife."

The broad sword in his hand was folded together, originally a sword with a width of several tens of centimeters, the wings of the sword were folded together, and the blade was convex and concave.

The broad sword instantly turned into a thin sword.

Xie Changliu held the sword in his hand, pointing at Xu Zimo.

Countless sword intents condensed on one point.

Xu Zimo slowly raised Ba Ying, at this moment, the sword collided invisible.

Neither of the two made a move, but like a golden spear and an iron horse, a sonorous force burst out from the middle.

The saber and sword qi shattered the surrounding void into pieces like tofu.

In the whole world, there are only vast swords colliding.

Behind Xu Zimo, countless saber qi condensed into a machete in the shape of a sword.

The same is true for Xie Changliu's sword energy.

Countless swords shattered, and the middle position between the two exploded completely.

"Boom boom boom!"

The aftermath of the explosion wiped everything out, but the two remained motionless.

Xie Changliu slowly raised his long sword.

Then his figure moved.

If there are outsiders present, they will definitely not be able to see anything, and there is only a trace of sword light left in the world.

The sword light of the white horse passing through the gap.

The next moment, the white robe fluttered, and the long sword exploded in front of Xu Zimo's eyes.

Xu Zimo's eyes narrowed slightly, and his scimitar moved.

The swordsmanship is fast, to the extreme.

It seems that tens of thousands of swords can be fired in a second, or even thousands of swords, in short, it is innumerable.

But no matter how fast the sword is, the movements in Xu Zimo's hands are not fast.

His Ba Ying defended normally, but every time he was able to perfectly defend against the stabbing sword.

Both have their own rhythm.

In the end, what matters is who brings who into each other's rhythm first.

Blade shadows and sword shadows shuttled through the void.

The two fought like this for more than ten minutes, and Xu Zimo did not directly suppress it with strong force.

Just use simple knife skills to deal with it.

From what he has seen in his life, this man's swordsmanship is absolutely the best.

If you put aside the realm and strength, and simply talk about the sword, the two are even on par.

Chapter 1124 Don't ask about the years Ren Fengge, Dragon King of Black Water Lake

The domineering sword, the fast sword that is too short, and the weird and unpredictable sword.

These saber techniques were displayed one by one, and the two of them fought from one end of the plain to the other.

"You... are very good," Xie Changliu said first.

Xu Zimo smiled, and the blade burst out with great power, and slashed down heavily.

This pure competition of swords should be over.

He turned his eyes sideways, and where his eyes went, the blade was going.

When the powerful force erupted, Xie Changliu's figure kept retreating.

He plunged his long sword into the ground, retreated more than ten meters, and a deep sword mark was drawn on the ground.

Then it slowly stopped.

He stood up straight, his eyes were straight ahead, and his long sword held a sword in his hand.

"Don't ask about the years, Ren Fengge," he murmured.

I saw the body fall backwards, the sword in the hand turned a big circle above the head, bursting out with a shocking sword intent.

As soon as he raised his foot, and then stepped down, there was a sword aura that was fierce in the sky in an instant, and the long sword came to kill Xu Zimo.