Can A Scholar Be Called A Villain?

Chapter One Hundred and Five: The Fourth Sword

The sainthood of the sword is the meaning of “sword intent” from the outside world.

Murong Lin directly integrated his “sword intent” into his own strike, and slashed at Wang Wanpeng.

The figure of King Wan Peng couldn’t avoid it at all.

I saw such a simple blade of light, without much gorgeous and luxurious blessing, but it passed directly through Wang Wanpeng’s neck.

Wang Wan Peng’s huge head flew directly around, the expression of horror and disbelief still frozen on his face.

Because Murong Lin showed the “sword intent”.

Although Murong Lin’s “sword intent” is only a rudimentary form, it is enough to shock Wang Wanpeng.

Because he had only seen this kind of thing in ancient books, he didn’t expect anyone to show it at all.

Even the old man has only reached the realm of “returning to the basics” and is far from the next realm.

Murong Lin slowly put away his knife and let out a sigh of relief.

Then he cast his gaze on the surrounding battlefield. Hundreds of first-rate and second-rate masters were working together to attack the blood-grabbing bat locusts, and then discovered the situation here, and instantly became desperate.

“It’s over! The old man is dead! Even the old man is dead! Then we must not be opponents!”

“Even King Wanpeng can’t hide from this devil’s knife, so how can we be opponents?”

“He’s looking over! He’s looking at the demon! Run!”

“You can’t run! Everyone rushed up together! Kill that demon!”

A group of people were desperate, mad, or some people chose to wipe their necks and commit suicide.

Murong Lin carried the knife and rushed over. Suddenly, the grin on his face stopped, and his footsteps stopped instantly.

His figure flashed to the side, only to see an explosion on the spot, and a sword light flew from the sky.

When everyone looked around, they saw a wave of helping people rushing quickly in the distance of the sky.

It is Meng Xinghun headed by!

I saw Meng Xinghun’s eyes staring at Murong Lin sharply, and stars flashed across from time to time.

Holding the sword in his hand, he flew directly from the horizon to Murong Lin’s side and stopped in front of him.

He swung the knife earlier.

He also carried a human head in his hand, and that was the person who was still in Yunnan to manipulate the blood-grabbing bat locusts.

Murong Lin’s eyes narrowed slightly, he looked at the head, and carefully looked at the eyes of Meng Xinghun.

Now the nine men he seduced to manipulate the blood-grabbing bats and locusts were all dead.

In other words, now only he is controlling the blood-grabbing bat locust.

Meng Xinghun directly roared: “Murong Lin! Did you kill Ye Xiang and Xiaodie!”

He pointed at Murong Lin with a sword in his hand, with a disheveled head and a sword burst all over his body.

He looked at Murong Lin with sadness and indignation in his eyes.

Murong Lin tilted his head and smiled, “If I say it’s not me, do you believe it?”

If the hatred in the world can be resolved, then the world will be peacefully destroyed.

After speaking, he directly held the knife and swung it out two times in a row.

“Heavenly net style!”

“The sky is falling apart!”

The two swords directly rushed towards Meng Xinghun, but they were blocked by Meng Xinghun’s sword.

The meteor in his eyes was gradually lighting up, staring at Murong Lin fiercely.

Murong Lin’s two knives did not hit Meng Xinghun, but he flew directly towards the crowd behind him.

“Bang!” The ground exploded with a sound, and countless people were injured and even many blood-grabbing bats died.

But everyone stared at Meng Xinghun carefully.

Both the old man and King Wanpeng were dead, and now only Meng Xinghun was their hope.

“Meteor Butterfly Sword” Meng Xinghun.

It depends on whether he can kill the demon in front of him.

Murong Lin raised his mouth slightly and said, “You should have seen my third cut.”

Meng Xinghun said calmly: “Yes.”

“Then you should know how horrible my third knife is.”

“Yes.”

“Then you dare to block me here?”

“I just know that I can’t stand back.”

Meng Xinghun slowly held the sword horizontally in front of his eyes, and the shooting stars in his eyes became brighter and brighter.

Murong Lin didn’t continue to speak, and directly displayed his third knife.

“The sky is dark and dark.”

In an instant, as before, a whole piece of darkness enveloped Meng Xing’s soul again.

Deprived of the five senses, I don’t know anything.

In this darkness, you can’t even notice the passage of time.

But Meng Xinghun was not afraid.

His eyes were firm and mighty.

Seeing the meteors slowly appearing under his eyes burst out instantly, even Murong Lin stayed in place.

The shooting star seemed to come from the bottom of Meng Xinghun’s eyes, but it actually bloomed with his swordsmanship.

I saw a meteor passing by.

The entire dark world is lit up.

The warm and loving light blooms in an instant, and then disappears in an instant.

Meteors are like this, appearing in an instant, and disappearing in an instant.

But it leaves a sky full of romance and profoundness.

Is the meteor beautiful?

Of course it is beautiful, and what a little light brings to people is infinite joy and expectation.

It’s like a butterfly.

These are beautiful and beautiful, but they are very short-lived.

Butterflies won’t live long, just like meteors can only bloom for a moment.

But why do they exist?

What is the meaning of their lives?

What is the meaning of existence in such a short life?

For whom do their lives bloom?

Only Meng Xinghun knows…

Flowers are beautiful, but they have the meaning of life when they are appreciated.

Butterflies are beautiful, but they make sense only when they are appreciated.

The meteor is very short, but in these short seconds, thousands of people have seen this beautiful moment.

This is the meaning of its existence.

It is also the meaning of life for all people.

So he swung the sword and broke through the darkness in an instant.

While this sword light broke through the envelope of darkness, it also accurately slashed towards Murong Lin.

In an instant, the sword light that looked like a shooting star had already arrived in front of Murong Lin.

Meteors are easy to pass away, and people are also easy to pass away.

When is Chunhua Qiuyue, and how much do you know about the past?

The starry sky doesn’t matter how light fades away, how much is it like tonight?

Meng Xinghun tried his best to slap the sword, his eyes once again as deep as the sky in the middle of the night.

Murong Lin’s body was instantly hit by the knife light, and he flew out directly.

He laughed in mid-air, his face looked very happy.

Being hit by the blade light, his figure instantly rotated a few times in the air, and then fell heavily to the ground, stirring up dust all over the ground.

The faces of the surrounding people showed joy in an instant, and many even shouted directly in disbelief: “The devil is defeated!”

But Murong Lin did not give them the opportunity to continue cheering.

Murong Lin struggled to slowly get up from the ground and looked at Meng Xinghun.

The status of the two is the same now.

Meng Xinghun tried his best and Murong Lin was seriously injured.

Meng Xinghun said, “I have broken your third knife.”

Murong Lin said disdainfully: “If you weren’t the protagonist, I wouldn’t have kept you for 0.9 days.”

“What do you mean?” Meng Xinghun was puzzled.

“I’m just looking forward to you bringing me some surprises, just like Han Tang. It seems that you two are very good now!” Murong Lin grinned, his mouth full of blood.

“Huh! You devil, are you still talking about this when you die?”

“I just don’t want you to die too confused, besides, thank you for your Meteor Sword!” Murong Lin slowly raised the knife again.

Meng Xinghun’s expression became tense, and he also raised his sword.

“Your three swords are of no use to me.”

He tried to blow Murong Lin’s self-confidence.

“That’s why I want to thank you, thank you for your meteor sword, let me feel the opportunity to create this fourth knife.”

Murong Lin spoke slowly, straightening up, with arrogance in the corners of his eyes.

Meng Xinghun’s face changed, and he paled instantly, only to hear Murong Lin say the words that made him desperate.

“Fourth sword, forever!”.