I'll be the villain. [Putting through the book]

Lingfeng raised his hand and recalled Hanshuang Sword to his hand.The silver-white sword body was covered with frost, but the spirit power flowed but no sword spirit appeared.

Exorcism finally realized something was wrong, and asked in surprise, "Where's your sword spirit?"

"Yeah, where's my sword spirit?" Lingfeng was at a loss for a moment, and then slashed out with a sword angrily.

Sword Qi flew out, carrying debris of ice edges. , The powerful force shattered the floor, and the smoke and dust filled the air for a while.

Demon repelling protects Luo Yucheng with one hand, and defends against the incoming sword energy with the other.The powerful sword energy collided with the spiritual barrier, making a piercing sound.

Immediately afterwards, another tyrannical sword energy flew over.Repelling the demons was invincible, and retreated three steps in a row.

"Lingfeng!" Repelling the demon while defending against the attack, he questioned: "Do you still remember that you were just a beggar at first, and it was Yijiange's insightful eye who brought you back for you to practice Taoism! The grace of nurturing you for 200 years, you You don't care about it?"

"Don't care?" Lingfeng sneered when he heard the words, and countless ice swords formed around him, "Lingjun, if I didn't care, how could I promise you to take medicine? But it is me who owes you kindness, not my sword spirit , how could you kill Shen Zhuo in order to defeat him!"

Countless ice swords flew towards the repelling demon under the driving of the master.

"You all know that I practice the ruthless way..." Lingfeng lowered his head, looked at the Hanshuang sword in his hand, his eyes were sad and hopeless, "I only have him...but you used that kind of spiritual marrow to completely destroy it. Melted into the sword!" He said, and suddenly laughed: "Stop talking about kindness with me, you are not worthy!"

Chamo mobilized his spiritual power, smashed the incoming ice sword, then looked at Luo Yucheng, and asked coldly: "What is the spiritual marrow? What did you do without telling me?"

"I... I am also for Jianzong!" Luo Yucheng explained in a panic with a face full of fear.

Seeing this, the repelling demon understood.He loosened and clenched his fists, but in the end he couldn't hold back, grabbed Luo Yucheng's collar, pulled him closer, and cursed: "Idiot who can't support the wall..."

The sharp spirit sword pierced through his tall spirit body.

Repelling the devil and suffering the pain, I couldn't believe it for a while.He lowered his head, looked at the spirit sword he had personally forged, and then looked at Luo Yucheng, who he had taken care of for a hundred years.

Trembling, Luo Yucheng pushed open the red stopper of the green porcelain bottle, and poured all the remaining liquid in the bottle onto the sword.

There was a red light flashing on the sword body, and the demon demon could clearly feel that his spiritual power was passing away rapidly.The passing spiritual power is like the water of a sponge, and it is swallowed up.

"Don't you want to know what is the spirit of transformation? This is it, repelling the demons, this is it!" Luo Yusheng yelled and threw the green porcelain bottle to the ground.The porcelain bottle fell to the ground and fell apart, and the debris gradually scattered everywhere.

"Luo Yucheng..." At the end of his long life, Cha Mo finally understood what kind of person the child he brought up was like.

He is not stupid, but simply bad, because he is bad and incompetent, so he looks stupid.

The repelling demon quickly melted into Luo Yucheng's spirit sword.

The majestic spiritual power poured into Luo Yucheng's meridians through the blade of the sword.

Like dead wood being watered by a drizzle.Luo Yucheng had never imagined that his own meridians could be so full.

"Hahahahahaha!" Luo Yucheng laughed loudly. "Hualingsui is really a good thing!" He looked at Lingfeng, frowning tightly, and said in puzzlement: "You don't appreciate such a good thing when it is used on you?"

The scene of the repelling demon being melted stimulated Lingfeng, and Lingfeng's rationality was instantly broken. He jumped up with red eyes, and the Hanshuang sword carried all the strength, and slashed at Luo Yucheng.

"Go to hell!"

However, this sword is like a child hitting cotton with a fist.

The spiritual power that was too late to be absorbed surrounded Luo Yucheng, forming an invulnerable spiritual barrier.

Immediately, a powerful rebound hit.Lingfeng was accidentally overturned to the ground.He looked at Luo Yucheng whose spiritual power was soaring, and suddenly spit out blood.

On the other side, the Yijiange disciples were all confused by this sudden change.

What did they see?

The young pavilion master killed the demon king?

"Retreat!" The leader Jianxiu gave an order, countless spiritual swords returned to their positions, and the disciples of Yijiange fell in front of the main hall of Heimu, feeling a little at a loss for a while.

Shen Zhuo turned around, looked at Luo Yucheng who was wrapped in the flow of spiritual power, and frowned slightly.

"What did he do?" Yu Lu turned into a human body and asked Shen Zhuo beside him.

Shen Zhuo sighed, and said softly: "He used the spirit essence."

This was what Lingfeng told him during the competition just now.Shen Zhuo told Yu Lu about the effect of Hualingsui.

Yu Lu opened his eyes wide and exclaimed in surprise, "So he killed Ju Mo just to get the sword spirit's spiritual power?"

Shen Zhuo nodded.

Yu Lu couldn't believe it for a moment.One is to notice the changes in the plot line, and the other is to feel that Luo Yucheng is hopelessly stupid.

Thousands of years of spiritual power, is it something that mortals can bear?

The spirit wind that fell to the ground attacked Luo Yucheng again.

However, the spiritual power was too majestic, and the spiritual wind couldn't do anything about it.

Soon, Lingfeng couldn't hold it anymore.

Leaning on the spirit sword, he half-kneeled on the ground, his eyes full of resentment and unwillingness.

His appearance pleased Luo Yucheng.

Luo Yucheng laughed wildly at Lingfeng, "Trash, trash! You are all useless trash. Come on, scold me, kill me!"

Hearing this, Lingfeng spit out blood again.

Luo Yucheng smiled happily.Suddenly, from the corner of his eye, he glanced at Shen Zhuo, the smile froze on his face, and jealousy and hatred surged up in an instant.

"Shen Zhuo, Shen Zhuo!" He suddenly turned around, pointed at Shen Zhuo, and shouted angrily: "It's all because of you! Why do you, a bastard, compete with me for the Yi Jiange? Just because you are better than me?"

While speaking, he took a step forward and ran towards Shen Zhuo.

The spiritual power barrier moved accordingly, and hit the three people on the steps like a hurricane.

Shen Zhuo embraced Yu Lu, picked up Lingfeng, and pushed him under the steps.

Luo Yucheng caught up, stood at the top of the steps, looked down at Shen Zhuo, and then laughed wildly: "You are scared, Shen Zhuo, you are scared!"

Shen Zhuo looked at him, and the person who always disdained to give him any expression showed an extremely complicated expression - as if looking at another idiot, he wanted to laugh but felt that it was not a joy.

This expression angered Luo Yucheng, he twisted his face, and said in an evil voice: "What do you mean! I have thousands of years of spiritual power now, are you not afraid of me?"

"Scared. Why aren't you afraid." Yu Lu raised his head and sneered, "We are afraid that you will hurt us when you explode."

Hearing this, Luo Yucheng followed Yu Lu's gaze and looked at his body.All the expressions on his face froze for an instant, and then, fear climbed onto his face.

"How could this happen!" Looking at his balloon-like body, he shouted in despair, "How could this be?"

"Stupid. Enjoy thousands of years of spiritual power." Yu Lu wanted to curse a few more words, but felt that Luo Yucheng was not worth his time, so he turned to Shen Zhuo and suggested, "Let's go." Bar."

Shen Zhuo nodded and looked towards Lingfeng, "Follow me back to the South Land, Ji Xuanqing might save your life."

"Thank you, Master Jian, our transaction is over. You can go." Lingfeng supported Hanshuang, and slowly straightened up, "Master Jian, our transaction is over. You can go. I want..." He looked at Luo Yucheng, who had swelled three times, said with hatred: "Kill him with your own hands!"

As soon as the words fell, the spiritual wind contained the Frost Sword, and charged at Luo Yucheng again.

All the spiritual power had entered Luo Yucheng's meridians, and at this moment, there was nothing that could stop the spiritual wind and Hanshuang.

The Hanshuang sword pierced Luo Yucheng's body, like a sharp needle piercing a balloon that is full of air.

"boom!"

The flow of spiritual power exploded, and Luo Yucheng was instantly blown to pieces.

The Lingfeng closest to him was also torn into shreds.The Hanshuang sword broke inch by inch, splashing with the flow of spiritual power.

Shen Zhuo immediately embraced Yu Lu, while building a spiritual barrier, while retreating.

Even so, there was still a fragment of the Frost Sword wrapped in a powerful flow of spiritual power that broke through the defense and slashed across the side of his neck.

It's just a shallow bloodstain, and the body will heal automatically without even needing to spend extra spiritual power.

Shen Zhuo's face changed drastically, and he immediately took Yu Lu and left the scene.

The destruction came too suddenly.

When Luo Yucheng was still swollen, some disciples sensed something was wrong and ran to the outer city.

However, after the explosion, the speed of the spiritual power flow was much faster than their flying speed.

I saw the magnificent black wooden main hall turned into fly ash, and the white jade wiping sword platform reduced to ruins.

Immediately, he was also blown away by the powerful spiritual power, and then his companions around him...

Time stands still at this moment, and the world becomes very quiet.

Before dying, a senior disciple of Yijiange briefly reviewed his life.

He entered the Tao to subdue demons and eliminate demons, and to uphold justice.

Because the sword is the way of a gentleman, he resolutely joined Jianzong.

But not long after joining Jianzong, he forgot his original intention.

Because he suffered too much bullying, the person who bullied him said, it's not because you are not strong enough, when you are promoted to a high-level disciple, I will be your dog.

So, he practiced hard, forgot to sleep and eat, and dared not slack off. Finally, the emperor paid off, and he surpassed those who had bullied him.At that moment, he thought, he could finally ride on other people's heads.

He returned all the bullying he had received, and then went to bully those new disciples.

This is how everyone came here...

No, it's something that should happen to everyone.

Until today, when death came, he realized that none of the wishes he made when he entered the Tao had been fulfilled.

Subduing demons and eliminating demons is the gentleman's formula, and the sword rides the wind to knock on the gate of heaven.

The oath he made at the beginning became empty in the end, and no word was a portrayal of his life.

Gentleman's Sword Art, this is Yi Jiange's practice method.

The first pavilion master in the past left this sword formula just to remind the disciples of later generations that to practice Taoism, one must hold oneself upright and be an open-minded gentleman.

But for nearly a thousand years, who dares to call himself a gentleman in such a great sword sect?

It's already rotten.

They fancy talented disciples, and they will not directly accept them, but try to make them ruined and exiled in the world, and then show up at the right time to take them back.Afterwards, even if he kept him like a dog, that disciple would be grateful to Yi Jiange.

They used monsters to slaughter villages, and acted as saviors, just for the spiritual veins buried under the village.If they can't get the monsters, they will kill them themselves. Anyway, after killing all the monsters, no one will know.

Too many, too many such things.

Even at the last moment of his life, this high-level disciple couldn't remember how many people he had killed and how much blood he had stained.

In fact, apart from this piece of human skin, they are no different from those monsters in the Demon Realm.

Already lost humanity.

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