Life script: Destiny's villain, I kill the protagonist

"Good boy, the eloquence of the teeth is not weak. When you are beheaded, you can take out your spirit and refine it into a weapon. It would be good to teach the juniors of the clan."

between words.

The pale beard and hair of the white-clothed old man instantly exploded like a lion's mane, and the coercion of the mighty saint fell on Su Xunge like a mountain.

"That old man seems to be Huanlongshan's senior!" At this moment, Xiang Cheng and the others were completely confused by the sudden change.

It was obvious that he and Zhao Hao were competing for the opportunity, so why did two saints, one emperor soldier, and one emperor's array suddenly appear.

This unfolding was so unreal that he was at a loss for a while.

"It's Senior Long Wenbai! It is rumored that he swept Xiao Nantian 5000 years ago and even hit Zhongzhou. I heard the rumors about him when he was young, but I didn't expect him to be alive!"

After Xuan Hong swallowed some pills, his breath gradually stabilized.

But the turmoil in his heart never stopped.

First, he was a little-known junior of the human race, who almost died with one move, and then the ancestor map of Huanlong Mountain was born, and the dragon pattern black gold pagoda of the Great Xia Dynasty suppressed the sky.

Then there are two old saints who call Longshan, encircling a junior of the human race.

This kind of thing, in the past, even if he wanted to break his head, he would not dare to think about it.

But at this moment, it really happened in front of him, even Xuan Hong, whose mind was considered superior, couldn't help but panic.

He is like this, and others are not much better.

Xiang Cheng's huge nose swayed from side to side because of the twitching of his face: "Xuan Hong, what should we do now, are we going to help Long Li?"

Whether it's Emperor Soldiers, Emperor Tu, or Saints, they are not enough for a few little shrimps to make a living.

Only Zhao Hao and Long Li's battlefield not far away, they can barely get in.

So Xiang Cheng subconsciously began to want to stand in line.

At this moment, Xuan Hong's mind is like an abacus, turning quickly: "The secret realm is uncontrollable, if the blood dragon family knew the fairy fate on Tianmen Mountain, they would have monopolized it long ago.

Therefore, it is absolutely impossible to use the two saints for the sake of immortal fate. The purpose of calling Longshan and the others is the dragon pattern black gold pagoda! "

For an instant.

Xuan Hong thought clearly about the ins and outs.

From the day when Long Li invited him to a banquet, to himself and others secretly plotting the Emperor's Scripture.

Now to the shocking scene.

The only conclusion that can be drawn is that Long Li has made plans to win the emperor's soldiers early in the morning.

And these people are just bait for Huanlongshan to lure out opportunities.

"Help me, everyone, send a message to the elders of your respective clans, telling them to come here soon." Xuan Hong's face turned into anger from embarrassment.

As a self-proclaimed wise man, he would never allow anyone to use him like this.

"Tell them that there is a fairy fate on Tianmen Mountain, and there is an unowned emperor soldier. Huanlong Mountain must not be allowed to seek the emperor soldier. Otherwise, Xiao Nantian will never have a bright future like us."

Chapter 124 The giant palm that covers the sky, he will definitely die?

"Junior, get ready to die!"

In the sky, Long Wen, the old sage of Huanlong Mountain, is like a fairy, with fluttering clothes, white hair like snow, and disdain on his old face.

The arrogance exuded from his bones, as if Su Xunge was just an ant, let him handle it.

The calm and indifferent voice, like the voice of a god, resounded in everyone's ears with the powerful coercion unique to a saint.

A big hand reaching up to the sky came out in response to the sound, and it slapped straight down with an indescribably terrifying aura.

This palm is really like Wuzhi Mountain. The strong wind from the shock turned the mountains near Tianmen Mountain into fly ash, which is so terrifying that it is difficult for people to give birth to the heart of resistance.

At this moment, the entire Tianmen Mountain was in a rare stagnation. Time, space, the sound of wind, and the sound of breathing seemed to freeze at this moment.

Whether it was Zhao Hao, who was fighting Long Li non-stop, who was fighting so fiercely, or Xiang Cheng, Xuan Hong, the faces of all the people who were communicating with the elders in the clan were shocked like never before.

"The majesty of a sage cannot be predicted or disobeyed!" Xiang Cheng was full of unwillingness in his longing.

Huanlongshan Xuelong didn't abide by the rules, and sent a saint to deal with a junior to obtain the Emperor's weapon.

And these spectators, if they are lucky, they may still be able to survive under the blood dragon clan.

If he is unlucky, even Xiao Nantian, the last piece of pure land, will have to surrender.

"Motian, you must persevere!" Zhao Hao held the golden pagoda in his hands, and every inch of golden light bloomed from his body, which was extremely powerful.

A golden fist of divine power the size of a mountain was swung out, and it hit Long Li's chest heavily, as if to crush him into powder.

"As long as you give me another fifty breaths of time, I will definitely be able to kill the thief Long Li. When the time comes, I will be in charge of the emperor's army. Maybe there is still a glimmer of life."

Even Zhao Hao is not optimistic about Su Xunge now.

Facing a saint, even he can only parry but not fight back.

Not to mention that in his eyes, Su Xunge is just a junior cultivator who has inherited some inheritance from his ancestors but has low strength.

"Give up, Zhao Hao, I know what you're thinking, just because of that kid, even the ancestor can't stop it with a single finger, if you are willing to join us in Huanlong Mountain now, you can continue to be your master of Mount Taihao, You can even become a vassal of our blood dragon clan!"

opposite.

Long Li's face revealed a look of madness, and the corner of his mouth dripped a trace of deep red because of Zhao Hao's heavy punch.

His strength was more than one level lower than Zhao Hao's, and he barely had the strength to wrestle Zhao Hao's arms with the armor on his body.

But at this moment, as long as he can restrain Zhao Hao, he can become the biggest winner today.

"Emperor Bing, the secret realm of the Immortal Clan! It's all mine, and none of you can take it away!" Long Li let out a roar, and simply revealed his real body—a blood-colored giant dragon nearly fifty feet long, and Zhao Hao continued to fight up.

a time.

The bloody breath and the sacred golden light overlapped and collided non-stop, and the terrifying battle roared non-stop in the sky.

. . .

on the sky.

"Die to me!" Long Wen, who stood proudly like a fairy with his hands behind his back, shouted loudly.

The palm of the saint who covered the sky and the sun was like a meteorite, and he slapped towards Su Xunge with powerful light and heat.

"Is it going to end?" The demon cultivators looked at this scene in horror, their hearts almost jumped out of their throats.

"As expected of a senior sage, with such a mighty power, I'm afraid it can knock that kid out of his wits!"

For them, a sage is an unchallengeable, absolutely powerful pronoun.

Su Xunge is just a martial monk, facing such a terrifying attack, there is absolutely no possibility of fighting back.

However, at the moment when Long Wen's big palm was about to fall.

The world seemed to suddenly quiet down.

Under the giant palm.

An indescribably mighty magic light condensed into the shape of a sharp sword, and suddenly swept towards Long Wen's huge palm like a pitch-black sun!

Shock the world with one blow!

Destroy everything with one blow!

This blow seemed to pierce the sky and break through the void.

A black robe covered the sky, mad like the figure of a demon lord, his whole body was filled with black demonic energy, behind him was a large bloody cauldron, his hands were like divine pillars supporting the sky, and he forcibly swung towards the palm of the saint who was under the cover.

"What is he going to do, he doesn't want to catch the blow of the saint!" You Yaoxiu turned pale in shock, staring at this scene with wide eyes in disbelief.

It's just a warrior, how dare he swing a knife to fight back at the saint?

This courage is too big!

next second.

The huge palm, which was as white as jade, was handed over to the black sun in an instant.

"Boom~"

The impact of the shock, like a tsunami, quickly passed through Xiao Nantian, and it still did not stop even thousands of miles away.

"How is it? Is Motian dead!" Someone yelled strangely, his eyes shone with divine light, trying to see the specific situation on the battlefield.

The collision just now made him feel as if he had come to the edge of hell, but the aftermath almost swept his soul away.

The rest of the demon cultivators were also sweating: "That's a saint, it's unreasonable for him not to die!"

"However, this kid also has something. He dared to fight back under the hands of the saint. If he doesn't fall, maybe he can really make a name for himself in the future!"

"But this son will stop here. Huanlongshan's two saints and a map of the Great Emperor can challenge even those immortal dynasties and holy places in Zhongzhou. His death is not unjust!"

The strength Huanlongshan showed today is too strong.

So strong that many demon cultivators have already begun to consider whether they should take the initiative to join the blood dragon clan afterwards, and set up a petition in advance.

but.

Just when the group of demons were talking about it.

suddenly.

Long Wen's old voice suddenly came out.

"Good boy, there are some things that can take my palm with bare hands and not die."

The indifferent voice was as indifferent and defiant as before, but everyone could hear that there was a hint of surprise in it.

"Great, Mo Tian is not dead!" Zhao Hao, who was about to decide the winner with Long Li, couldn't help showing a layer of joy.

Su Xunge's performance exceeded his expectations. At the moment when the giant palm landed just now, he was almost desperate.

But I didn't expect that Su Xunge actually blocked the saint's blow.

However, he was the only one present who could be happy.

The faces of Xiang Cheng, Xuan Hong and the others twitched, and at the same time, the jealousy in their eyes seemed to be overflowing.

"How is it possible, Senior Long Wen is a saint, how can that kid stop him!"

"I don't believe it, he must have used secret techniques and holy artifacts to have such strength."

"The sage just strikes casually, but I can catch it with all my strength. This kid is just lucky. Huan Longshan is determined to win the emperor's soldiers this time, and he must die!"

The same feeling continued to spread, and even Long Li couldn't help urging his ancestor: "Ancestor, hurry up and take back the emperor's soldiers, or things will change if it is delayed for a long time!"

But as soon as he finished speaking, Zhao Hao seized a gap and bullied him, holding his two crystal clear dragon horns and bombarding him with a set of heavy punches.

Chapter 125 Standing on a Saint, Su Xunge's Confidence

the other side.

The smoke filled non-stop, and the dazzling light exploded.

A black figure slowly appeared on the spot, Su Xunge stood on Tianmen Mountain, looking up at the sky.

There was no need to hide the smile on the corner of his mouth.

Patting the dust off his body, Su Xunge's figure flickered immediately, and he walked towards the sky with magnificent steps.

A thick black airflow like a demon god surrounds him, and the humming scorching fighting intent roars endlessly like a big drum.

Being able to take a blow from a saint at the level of Wu Zun is an achievement that no one could have imagined.

But Su Xunge himself was the only exception.

The current him, although his cultivation level is only at the peak of Wu Zun, but as long as he wants to, he can immediately trigger Thunder Tribulation at any time and break through several levels of Da Neng.

It can be said that in terms of cultivation, the gap between him and Long Wen is only one big realm.

not to mention.

Under the tempering of the Dao of Zhanxian, Su Xunge's physical body has already reached the level of a semi-holy weapon, which makes him not invincible even in the face of a real sage.

"This kind of battle is worth sharpening yourself." A ghostly smile flashed on his handsome cheek, Su Xunge kept on stepping, and shouted at Long Wen: "Old Changchong, is this what you call a saint? "

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