We Villains Don’t Want to Be a Stepping Stone

The smoke and dust dissipated, and the sky and the earth returned to light.

I saw at this time, on the top of the immortal mountain, Ling Xiao held one hand behind him and pointed to the sky with one hand, with a handsome figure and white clothes like a fairy.

The sun shone on his face, raising the corner of his mouth with a warm smile.

only! !

In the air in front of him, Chu Tiancheng's face was full of fear and horror.

In his hands, the golden light on the heavy sword had long since disappeared.

even! ! !

The sharp edge of the knife was caught by the two fingers of the young man in front of him, unable to move.

"Hiss."

The voices of countless gasps of air-conditioning resounded, and in all the arrogant eyes of this place, there was no other look, only a strong sense of awe.

If they hadn't seen it with their own eyes, they would never have believed that there was any young man in this world who could block Chutian City's slashing sword with two fingers.

Although! !

They have long been aware of the supreme majesty contained in the four characters of God's disciples.

But now it seems that they still underestimate the combat power of this young adult.

Shocking the world, shocking the past and present.

Juvenile supreme, invincible fairy.

If it is said that Chutiancheng's first knife, let everyone see the invincible speed of Ling Xiao's peers.

Then this second knife almost convinced them that the latter's cultivation must have surpassed them.

Before today, the first Tianjiao in Xijiang was one of Chutiancheng, Mo Wuya, and Han Qingyue.

But after today, this number one will no longer have any meaning.

even! !

At this time, many people have lost interest in Hanyue Immortal Trail.

There is Lord Ling Xiao personally, the treasures of good fortune in this fairyland, and their bullshit?

"How could it be... Could it be that my saber intent is really flawed?"

Chu Tiancheng's figure stood in the void, bowing his head blankly, looking at the heavy sword in his hand.

Three thousand fantasy worlds can cut the world.

Why can't it kill a boy today?

Did he hide his cultivation?

But even the people of the gods, under the tyrannical sword, can't be so calm.

Even just now, Chu Tiancheng had a faint feeling that the young man did not use any spiritual power at all, but a coldness radiated from his body. His saber intent seemed to freeze and stagnated.

only! !

Under the star robe that Chutian City could not see, Ling Xiao's arm was already covered with dragon scales.

The magic pattern on it flickers, and it evolves into an ancient mystery.

"Dip, the Son of Destiny's heart trembles, self-doubt, congratulations to the host for 500 points of plundering luck and 5000 points for the villain."

Hearing the prompt sound from the system, Ling Xiao's mouth suddenly raised a smile.

Just, it's not enough.

The tremor in the heart is just the beginning. Next, you will find that not only can your sword not cut me, but even the sword art you practiced is garbage in my eyes.

From the growth process of Chutian City, Ling Xiao has roughly guessed that there must be a secret hidden in this Son of Destiny.

Once you get a chance, you can start another life.

But for those who have been abandoned and rebuilt to rise, either with the guidance of an expert, old grandfathers and remnants of alien beasts are all clichés.

And the path of the sword that Chutian City has taken, maybe the secret is hidden in this ancient sword.

Fantastic 3000, just listening to the name, it is known that this knife is extremely powerful.

And at this time, Ling Xiao could clearly feel that there was a faint sense of soul in this knife.

Tool soul?

Or... an ancient powerhouse sealed within?

interesting.

It's just, aren't you bored hiding in the knife?

Why don't you come out and meet the sun?

"Young Master Chu, two moves."

Ling Xiao smiled and gently released his two fingers.

The figure of Chu Tiancheng flew upside down and landed at a place of ten feet.

At this moment, he could see the changing look in Yuan Yao's eyes.

The dazzling and fascinated look at him at first has gradually become deserted.

On the contrary, there was bright sunlight in Ling Xiao's eyes.

He doesn't blame her, because just like the love of beauty, which woman in this world does not covet the strong.

What's more, Ling Xiao, Jianmei Xingyu, Daogu Xianyun, not to mention Yuanyao, even Chu Tiancheng had to exclaim, peerless son!

Can…

Yuan Yao is where his Taoism lies.

In front of her, Chu Tiancheng can't be defeated and... dare not defeat!

"call."

Chu Tiancheng took a deep breath, the horror on his face gradually dissipated, and there was a hint of a very strong fighting intent in his eyes.

"Master Ling Xiao, I have to admit that you are the strongest opponent I have met today. In order to show my respect for you, I will do my best for the next blow, but... I want to remind the son that this blow Come out, the son is afraid that there will be no way out!"

Hearing this, a look of contempt suddenly appeared on the faces of the Xijiang Tianjiao.

If it was changed to the past, this Chutian City was pretending to be forceful, and they would not dare to have the slightest suspicion.

But today, you can't even chop off two of the adults' fingers, and you are still bragging.

Why, listen to your tone, are you hiding your cultivation or covering up your means?

puff!

so what?

Lord Ling Xiao, he obviously didn't take it seriously!

"Come

Well, show. "

Ling Xiao raised his head, glanced at Yuan Yao, and smiled slightly.

His actions at this time instantly made the latter's pretty face slightly red.

What does the lord mean...is this all for me?

It should be, right?

But, he is not with Fairy Han...

Is the adult a scumbag?

It's just why I'm inexplicably wanting to be slapped by him?

"Sir, be careful."

Chu Tiancheng nodded indifferently, his black robe fluttering without wind.

In his hand, above the heavy sword, a black mist suddenly shrouded, like tentacles, exuding evil.

In a short period of time, the hilt had disappeared.

In other words, it was integrated with Chutiancheng's right hand.

If it wasn't for his body, there was no demonic energy emanating from him, I'm afraid there should be a strong person in Hanyue Immortal Palace at this moment, and the demons will be slaughtered.

But even so, looking at the young man who was integrated with the sword, the faces of many Xijiang Tianjiao still turned pale.

Could it be that the legendary sword repair is at the highest level, and the man and the sword are one?

"Huh? Cheng'er, why are you calling me so eagerly?"

In the soul sea of ​​Chutian City, an old voice suddenly came.

The former's face became solemn, and he said with his soul sense, "Old Dao, I need your help."

"Didn't I tell you that my identity must not be exposed easily. Do I have to wait until I enter the fairyland to wake me up? This is the place where the fairy palace is located. Once someone notices my existence, both you and I will be lost forever."

"Old Swordsman, you don't have to use your breath, you just need to help me show...that style."

Chu Tiancheng shook his head slightly.

Can…

If he is defeated by Ling Xiao today, he will lose Yuan Yao completely.

He cannot afford this price.

"Is it for that girl?"

After all, Lao Dao had accompanied Chutian City for ten years, so he naturally knew the obsession in his heart.

But at this time, there was an inexplicable gloom in his voice.

"Cheng'er, I told you long ago that you will only be able to reach the peak of the sword path by cutting off the silk of love. You will regret it sooner or later if you are so obsessed with it."

"Didn't the old swordsman also say that with killing to prove love, to cast my name through the ages?"

There was an unquestionable determination in Chutiancheng's voice.

Killing and being affectionate are irrelevant.

But, today, he seems to have realized something.

Is it wrong to kill and protect the love in your heart?

"Hey, when I talk about love, I mean the great love between heaven and earth, the long-cherished wish of the common people, and how can I mean the personal love of children... That's all, your realm is still low, and you still can't understand the true meaning of it. Since it is your suffering, I will help you once... "

In the end, Dao Lao didn't say much, but his tone was a little lonely.

"You're ready."