I'm Really a Villain!

The so-called Linjian Valley is a small valley surrounded by countless broken swords.

Around this small valley, there are all kinds of broken swords, some are new and intact, and some are rusted and damaged.

Directly ahead, there is a very huge sword inlaid vertically in the valley.

And under the giant sword, there are rings one after another.

At this moment, the students surrounded the ring, cheering and cheering very loudly.

Xie Changliu raised his head slightly, he didn't draw his sword, but with a wave of his right hand, he slashed out with a sky-high sword intent.

With a "boom", the sword intent slashed on the side of the valley, as if cutting tofu.

The entire valley collapsed, and broken rocks rolled down from the sky.

"Everyone, get out of the way," the explosion caught everyone's attention, and someone shouted.

……

"I'm Xie Changliu, I don't know where the principal and deputy masters of Linjian Academy are?" Xie Changliu shouted softly.

"You are crazy, openly disrupting the academy competition ceremony," Liu Changlin who was next to him said in shock.

As soon as the voice fell, several figures came from a distance.

These figures are all domineering with sword energy, especially the two standing in the front.

A man and a woman, the sword intents all over their bodies are faintly intertwined and blended together, giving people a feeling of naturalness.

"Li Zi," the man asked lightly, frowning slightly.

"Who cut the sword intent just now?"

"I heard that the two of you represent the strongest swordsmanship in the entire Great Zhou, so I'm here to challenge you," Xie Changliu said.

"Who are you?" The man asked with a frown.

"A nameless casual cultivator, you haven't heard of it," Xie Changliu replied.

Liu Changlin next to him stepped forward and whispered in front of several people.

I saw the man raised his head and looked at the woman next to him. The two seemed to be Taoist couples.

"It's boring to compete, why don't we place some bets," the man said.

"What do you want to bet?" Xie Changliu asked.

"I want the sword code," the man said directly.

"What about your bet?" Xie Changliu replied.

"If I lose, how about giving up the position of master of Linjian Academy to your master?" the man said.

"No one cares about a Palace Master," Xie Changliu shook his head.

"Boy, what do you know?" Someone next to him stood up and retorted when he heard this.

"During this great week, the position of Palace Master of Linjian Academy can be surpassed only by Emperor Zhou.

Under one person, above ten thousand people. "

"Da Zhou is nothing," Xie Changliu said flatly without getting angry.

"If Emperor Shi is still strong, without the protection of Emperor Shi, today's Great Zhou might also be reduced to the Ming Empire back then."

Chapter 1141 Wanjian Zhuxian, defeated

"Big words," the person next to him snorted coldly.

I saw the palace lord of Linjian Xuegong and the deputy palace lord woman next to each other looked at each other.

The two of them have absolute self-confidence.

A long time ago in Da Zhou, there was always a legend of the Three Swords.

The so-called three swords are sword madness and Wuming two swords.

Later they defeated the swordsman Li Zi, and the entire Dazhou swordsmanship respected them, and Linjian Xuegong was also known as the holy place of the strongest swordsmanship.

Therefore, in terms of swordsmanship, they are not afraid of anyone.

"Look at this," said the palace lord, "If you win against us, the two of us are at your disposal.

With our lives as a bet, and if we win, as long as we have the sword code, we can let you go away safely, how about it? "

"Accepted," Xie Changliu replied calmly.

As soon as he took a step, his figure was already standing on the competition platform, his body was tall and straight, like a sharp sword about to be unsheathed.

The man and woman of Wuming Erjian glanced at each other, and stepped onto the stage.

The palace lord drew his sword, the scabbard at his waist made a "clang" sound, and the long sword shone with a blue light.

He said calmly: "This sword is named Cang He, it weighs thirty-six catties, and its length is thirty-eight centimeters. It is one of the ten famous swords in my hometown."

The deputy palace lord next to her also stood with her sword drawn, her slim figure completely covered by her long robe.

She glanced at the sword shadow, and said the same: "This sword is called Chengying. It weighs twenty-six catties and is thirty-six centimeters long. It is invincible wherever it goes."

Wuming Erjian stood up with his sword drawn, and the sharp sword intent was continuously fused.

Soaring upwards, it turned into a huge torrent of swordsmanship, completely shattering the void above.

The eyes of the two are like swords, their figures are like swords, and their swords are everywhere.

Xie Changliu looked calm, and he took out the scabbard together.

The sword was out of its sheath, and the sword intent was surging into the sky, and he said calmly, "You don't need to draw your sword to kill you."

Wuming Erjian looked at each other, and they both snorted coldly.

The two figures, one on the left and the other on the right, surrounded and killed Xie Changliu.

It was like two sharp swords unsheathed, setting off a storm of swords all over the sky.

Xie Changliu was not in a hurry, his figure retreated to the rear, the speed was not too fast, but the dodge was just right.

Two long swords passed over his chin, and the other flew behind his head, pinching him between them.

Xie Changliu lifted the scabbard upwards, and directly flew the sword in front of him. The scabbard drew a half circle in the void and hit the opponent's chest directly.

The figures of the three are separated.

Just a simple test, you can see the level of swordsmanship.

"Kill," Wuming Erjian glanced at each other, and said softly, "Sword Cloud Storm."

I saw their swords crossed, and their figures were spinning rapidly.

A steady stream of sword intent condensed towards the whole body, and finally formed a sandstorm of sword energy condensed.

The sword qi and dust storm swept over everything and charged towards Xie Changliu.

Xie Changliu's eyes were deep, and he held the hilt of the sword with both hands, and the endless sword intent was condensed in the palm of his hand.

In the end, it poured into the scabbard, and the movement range was extremely large, and a sword intent to cut the sky burst out from the scabbard.

At that moment, the roar continued to ring from the ears.

I saw tens of meters of sword energy burst out from the scabbard, and the sandstorm was cut in half.

The sword energy dissipated at the same time, and the figures of the three separated again.

Wuming Erjian's face was serious. Although it was just a few attempts, they were obviously at a disadvantage.

"One move will determine the outcome," Xie Changliu said flatly.

"Your swordsmanship...is too weak."

The eyes of Wuming Erjian and the two stood up, and there was a faint murderous aura overflowing.

For real swordsmen, the sword is more important than life, and Xie Changliu's words have already violated their Ni Lin.

The two slowly raised their hands, Canghe sword and Chengying sword were raised at the same time, the swords passed over the top of the head, and the aura of cyan and blue permeated out.

I saw the two holding their hands together, and the two swords merged into one sword in an instant.

A blue thunder flashed from the blade, accompanied by electric arcs.

"Thunder shakes the nine heavens," the two shouted loudly, and countless thunderclaps fell, covering the void above their heads.

The sound of "cracking" sounded, and the figures of the two disappeared, and what appeared in front of them were only thunderbolts that destroyed the world.

"Your sword moves are too clumsy, you only want to seek the sword classics, but you don't face up to your own background," Xie Changliu said.

"Even if I give you the sword code, it would be a waste of money."

"Shut up," a roar came from the thunder.

Xie Changliu held the saber in front of his eyes, and slowly pulled out the blade.

A gloomy sword light flashed, his long hair flew up, and endless sword energy filled the void everywhere.

With one swing of the sword, supreme power descends on the sword.

Li Zi at the bottom said with emotion: "Changliu's current swordsmanship has reached the point it is now."

Xu Zimo smiled, Xie Changliu is worthy of the name of sword god in terms of swordsmanship alone.

It's just that he has too many worries in his heart, which makes the sword still unable to get his heart.

Now that woman's death has broken Xie Changliu's last shackles.

Thousands of years later, either dying in the Nether Realm, or saving his lover's ghost, are nothing more than these two choices, so he has no fear.

That sword intent was like a runaway horse, bursting out uncontrollably.

The thunderous sword intent of Wuming Erjian was suppressed, making it difficult for the originally menacing thunder to move an inch.

He could only keep dodging the sword energy around him.

"It's impossible to lose to you, I don't accept it," the thunder roared again.

"Wan Jian Zhu Xian."