Villain: Blackening the protagonist at the beginning, the beautiful senior sister

Long Batian was holding a long ruler, and terrifying gusts of wind kept blowing, making Lin Chuan's clothes rattle, and the clothes on his body swelled up.

Lin Chuan's face was also a little dignified, not daring to be careless.

"Long Xiao Nine Heavens!"

"Roar......!"

There was a sound of dragon chant, and a burst of blue light suddenly burst out from the long ruler in Long Batian's hand, and instantly melted into the inside of the long ruler.

In the next second, the blue light was shining brightly, and a ferocious black dragon appeared behind Long Batian, roaring up to the sky, exuding a destructive aura.

The black giant dragon was hundreds of feet long, exuding a monstrous aura, extremely terrifying.

"Die to me!" Long Batian shouted angrily.

"Break me!"

I saw the black dragon pounced towards Lin Chuan, opened its fangs and mouth, and spit out a cloud of thick black mist.

In the black mist, countless innocent souls roared miserably, as if they wanted to swallow the world.

Facing Long Batian's attack, Lin Chuan did not dodge, he swayed and went straight to meet him.

"Go to hell!" Long Batian shouted coldly, and threw the long ruler in his hand towards Lin Chuan.

Lin Chuan greeted him with a long sword in his hand.

"clang!"

There was a crisp collision sound, Lin Chuan was shocked back two steps, but Long Batian's body remained motionless.

"How is it possible? I obviously used all my strength, but you are unscathed!" Long Batian's face was full of disbelief, his eyes widened.

"You are indeed a martial arts prodigy, but it's a pity that you are doomed to be sad when you meet me." Lin Chuan gave Long Batian a faint look, then waved his hand and put away the long sword.

"Die to me"

Lin Chuan gave a cold shout, and a simple gourd appeared in his hand, and he threw it towards Long Batian.

"Not good." Seeing Lin Chuan taking out the gourd, Long Batian's expression changed wildly, and he hurriedly backed away, wanting to leave.

"It's late, you have to stay today." Lin Chuan snorted coldly, waved his hand, and threw the gourd in his hand to the sky.

That quaint gourd turned into a big mountain, fell from the sky, and smashed towards Long Batian fiercely.

"boom!"

There was a muffled sound, and Long Batian was hit by the huge pressure. He flew upside down and hit the ground fiercely, smashing through the hard stone slab.

"Ah..." Long Batian screamed in pain.

"My body...my body..." Long Batian held his chest, stood up with difficulty, his face was covered with pain, and looked at Lin Chuan with a trace of fear in his eyes color.

"Do you want to go?" Lin Chuan asked lightly

Long Batian's face sank: "What do you want?"

"You are a smart person, you should know how to choose?" Lin Chuan said lightly

"Lin Chuan, don't be too arrogant, do you think you are sure to win?" Long Batian gritted his teeth, looking like he wanted to tear Lin Chuan apart.

Lin Chuan shook his head and said lightly: "Do you think you are sure to win?"

After finishing speaking, Lin Chuan jumped out fiercely, and the long sword in his hand burst out with a bright sword glow, and stabbed towards Long Batian.

This sword contained [-]% of Lin Chuan's power. Wherever the sword glow passed, the air was cut, making a sharp and ear-piercing sound.

Seeing this scene, Long Batian's pupils shrank, and he jumped to avoid the sword.

Lin Chuan's sword remained undiminished, and continued to stab out. This sword contained the power of Lin Chuan's whole body's true energy and blood, and its power was raised to a terrifying level.

"Pfft...!"

A sword slashed across, and Long Batian's shoulder was cut with a deep scar.

A flash of pain flashed across Long Batian's face, and he looked at Lin Chuan in horror. His shoulder was cut off, and blood sprayed out, obviously seriously injured.

However, Lin Chuan was not easy at this time. Long Batian was a peak monk in the foundation establishment period, and his physical body was much stronger than ordinary peak monks in the foundation establishment period. Even Lin Chuan was not Long Batian's opponent.

Long Batian's face was uncertain, he didn't expect his own strength to be suppressed by two-thirds, and now it is less than one-third of the original.

Seeing the sword in Lin Chuan's hand, Long Batian's face flashed with surprise.

"As expected of the supernatural powers of the Dragon Clan, this sword is not simple. My physical body has been suppressed by a third. I can't fight recklessly, so I have to fight quickly." Long Batian thought secretly in his heart.

Lin Chuan saw that Long Batian was in hesitation, his eyes narrowed slightly, revealing a sly gleam, but he had already thought about it in his heart.

"I want to see how powerful your defense is, why not use your body to fight against my defense?" Lin Chuan thought to himself.

Immediately, a surge of power erupted from Lin Chuan's body, holding the hilt of the sword with both hands, the true essence in his body began to circulate crazily, and a faint golden light glowed on his body surface.

These golden lights flowed in the air, and runes wandered among them.

"What is this? Is it the inheritance of a certain fairyland boss?" Seeing these runes, Long Batian couldn't help but gasped.

However, Long Batian was very intelligent, so he quickly calmed down, glanced at Lin Chuan, and snorted coldly: "Junior, don't talk nonsense, I, Long Batian, am a direct disciple of the head of the Lingxiao Sect, how could I join the evil spirit?" What about heretics?"

Hearing Long Batian reveal his identity, Lin Chuan frowned.

Lingxiao Sect, this is the first-class sect in Nanzhou, with no less than [-] disciples, and a monthly income of more than [-] million, and the sect master is a monk at the foundation stage. Such a huge disciple is willing to join a scattered Cultivate forces?

This is too weird, isn't it?

"What you said is a bit far-fetched. If you don't join the evil heretics, do you still want to be a messenger of justice?" Lin Chuan said mockingly.

"I don't want to be an envoy of justice, but I, Long Batian, is a disciple of Lingxiao Sect. This is an iron-clad fact. I can't let my master fall outside!"

Hearing these words, Lin Chuan couldn't help laughing.

"Lingxiao Sect? Lingxiao Sect is a piece of shit. Even if you are a disciple of Lingxiao Sect, you can't disobey your master's order. What's more, you are just a bunch of mobs, and you don't deserve to be called a decent school at all."

Long Batian's face was livid, he didn't expect Lin Chuan to speak so impolitely, a fierce look flashed in his eyes, and he snorted coldly: "I don't care who you are, since you killed my disciple of Lingxiao sect, then Don't blame me for being cruel!"

Lin Chuan raised his eyebrows when he heard the words, and said lightly, "Very cruel? I think you won't cry when you see the coffin?"

As soon as the voice fell, Lin Chuan rushed up as soon as his figure moved, and the long sword transformed into a silver-white light in the air, and the sword glow swept towards Long Batian like a silver snake.

"Hmph!" Long Batian snorted coldly, waved his fists, and dragon claws emerged from his arms.