We Villains Don’t Want to Be a Stepping Stone

"Ling Xiao!! One day..."

Chu Tiancheng took a deep breath, his eyes were clear, and he seemed to have come out of the slump of defeat.

Since Ling Xiao said that he would not kill him, then the latter's character will not break his promise.

And with the old swordsman's guidance, Chu Tiancheng believed that he would still stand on the top of the sky and have a battle with Ling Xiao...a great battle.

"Wait! Cheng'er... You know, why did you lose today?"

Seeing that this was going to stand up again, Ling Xiao hurriedly waved his hand to interrupt.

"Cheng...Cheng'er?!"

Suddenly, Chu Tiancheng's expression froze, and an inexplicable blush appeared on his face.

The title of Cheng'er has always only been called by the old swordsman.

Can…

Sure enough?

Although I lost, I obviously have the qualification to be the enemy of Young Master Ling Xiao.

Such an intimate title may be the beginning of his respect for me.

The swordsman, going forward, cuts through cause and effect.

Ling Xiao, in the next ten years, there will be legends of you and me in Xijiang!

"It's because I have concerns in my heart and I miss women, so I lost."

Chu Tiancheng took a deep breath. Although his tone was a bit lonely, it was full of sincerity.

It's like gossip between two old friends, not mixed with hostility.

"Without a woman in your heart, it is natural to draw a sword?"

Ling Xiao raised his brows lightly and suddenly shook his head, "Then do you know what the second half of this sentence is?"

"Second sentence?"

Chu Tiancheng looked up blankly and looked up at Ling Xiao.

At this time, all his bones were broken, and he couldn't stand up at all.

Otherwise, you think, why am I lying on the ground and chatting with people like a dead dog?

"Holding my sister in my arms can double the damage."

Ling Xiao smiled indifferently, but Chu Tiancheng's expression instantly froze.

I... gan?

The meaning of this sentence is that if you have a sister in your heart, can the sword intent be more domineering?

Old knife! ! !

Do you... do you know anything about knives?

Why is what you said completely different from what Young Master Ling Xiao said?

Or, you only understood the superficial layer of the meaning of the sword, but Young Master Ling Xiao saw through the true meaning of the sword?

Yes!

It must be so! !

Otherwise, why would I lose to him repeatedly? It turns out that my cultivation direction was wrong! !

So, my root was chopped in vain? !

For a moment, Chu Tiancheng only felt resentment in his heart, and a mouthful of blood spurted out instantly.

"Did, the Son of Destiny has resentment in his chest and resentment in his heart. Congratulations to the host for 300 points of looting luck and 3000 points for the villain."

"Young master, I understand, that's why I lost."

Chutiancheng sighed and his eyes were sad.

At this point, he couldn't figure out whether he was in awe of Ling Xiao or hated him.

That's right, he killed Yuan Yao and beheaded the love in his heart.

But now, listening to his words, Chu Tiancheng seemed to have a deeper understanding of the way of the sword.

This is what is called... love and kill each other.

A qualified villain must not be the kind of trick that only pretends to be forceful and is the pinnacle of appearance.

It's the kind of...accompanying the protagonist to grow up, being both an enemy and a friend, entangled to the end... an inevitable battle.

Disputes are over, and grudges are gone.

I hold a cup of turbid wine, offering sacrifices to your death and reminiscing about your past.

There is an inner taste.

"No, no, Cheng'er, you are wrong again. The reason you really lost is because the exercises you practiced were taught to you by me."

Ling Xiao suddenly grinned, took out an ancient blue book from his arms, and threw it in front of Chutiancheng.

"Um?"

The determination on Chu Tiancheng's face did not dissipate, and instead he became sluggish.

at this time! !

He sees it! ! !

On the ancient book that Ling Xiao casually threw on the ground, four big characters were written! !

Evil Swordsmanship! !

Moreover, under this sword manual, there is a line of small characters, Heart Flower Publishing House! !

how is this possible?

impossible! !

How could he have this technique?

Chu Tiancheng stuck out his tongue tremblingly and opened the first page of the sword manual. In the next instant, there was no trace of blood on his face.

If you want to practice this skill, you must first go to the palace.

"Puchi!!"

Without the slightest hesitation, Chu Tiancheng spat out a mouthful of blood several feet away.

He raised his head and looked at Ling Xiao in confusion and pain, "So...you are an old swordsman?! But...why...why did you make me, but you want to destroy me?"

"Dip, the Son of Destiny is determined to live and die, congratulations to the host for 200 points of looting luck and 2000 points for the villain."

"Di, the fate of the Son of Destiny has been lost, and now you can get extra rewards for killing."

"The dead don't need to know much."

Ling Xiao smiled lightly, raised his foot and stepped on Chu Tiancheng's raised head.

"Push."

Fresh blood and brain plasma shot to the ground, and Chu Tiancheng did not want to understand after all, how could the old Daoist he feared become Ling Xiao?

"Dip, congratulations to the host for successfully killing the Son of Destiny and getting the reward: The Way of the Sword (comprehension)."

"Destiny casting value: 2%."

"Ancient Body Refinement Method: Shenglei

God body. "

"Holy Thunder God Body?"

Ling Xiao raised his brows slightly, and his figure disappeared in the hall in a flash.

His body is the primordial demon, with nine turns, immortal and immortal.

So this body training method is not very useful to him.

Just because he is useless, doesn't mean others are useless.

"Om."

To the north of the domain, Ling Xiao appeared out of thin air.

Under him, 20,000 blood guards opened their eyes at the same time and bowed towards the void.

"See the Lord."

"I have a practice here that you can all practice."

After the words fell, Ling Xiao's consciousness dispersed, and the body that had just obtained the Holy Thunder God was imprinted in everyone's mind.

Then, with a sudden wave of his palm, a hundred-zhang Lei Ri burst out of the sky in an instant, hanging above everyone's heads.

Among them, the thunderous meaning is vast, the divine power is unparalleled, and it shines on a hundred miles of land.

"You can watch your practice today."

Thunder Dao is the most original thunder power in the world.

Observing this day and comprehending the power of thunder will be of great benefit to this ancient practice.

"Thank you Lord."

With the strength of these 20,000 Blood Guards, even though the Holy State is not top notch, it does not have any outstanding talent.

But the 20,000 Blood Guards who have cultivated the Thunder Body have joined forces for a while, and the thought of such might makes one feel numb to the scalp.

At this time, Ling Xiao was already looking forward to what kind of waves the Holy State would make when the Blood Guard was born.

"Son."

Until Ling Xiao's figure appeared outside the Heavenly Palace, a figure in white clothes suddenly greeted him.

Today's Han Qingqiu, although the pretty face is still a little cold, but there is a faint smile in those eyes.

"Well! How is Ning'er?"

Ling Xiao looked into the distance, and before looking at the Temple of Heaven, he saw that Ning'er's figure had long since disappeared, and a worry suddenly appeared between his brows.

"Ning'er seems to be comprehending Dao, Feng Chi said that it would take a long time to take her away."

Han Qingqiu's eyes were gentle, and he explained softly.

"Oh."

Ling Xiao was not surprised by this.

From the moment Ning'er appeared, he knew that this little girl's template was bound to be extremely tyrannical.

After all, who is a character like Qingmei, which is not the existence of the Son of Destiny throughout his life.

It was the wind chimes that seemed to love this little girl very much.

"Young master... everything is settled?"

With Han Qingqiu's character, it is difficult to say three words in a row on weekdays.

But today, she looks a little different.