I’m Really a Villain

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Yan Buhui's face became paler due to excessive blood loss. He half-kneeled on the ground, apparently no longer having battle strength.

"Give up," Xu Ren stepped forward, kicking Yan Buhui down.

Yan Buhui's body hit the iron chain next to him heavily, and the two long swords in his hand fell at the same time.

Xu Ren stepped forward, stepped on Yan Buhui's long sword, then bent down and picked up his long sword.

Outer sect Dabi is not allowed to harm the opponent's life, although there is uncertainty in the competition, and occasional mistakes.

But in the current situation, Yan Buhui no longer has the strength to resist, and Xu Ren is naturally not good at killing the killer.

Even more how there is outer elder overseeing it.

Seeing his long sword stepped on by Xu Ren, Yan Buhui's eyes were red, and he didn't know where his strength was, and he rushed towards Xu Ren.

Xu Ren was startled by the opponent's posture, and subconsciously stepped back 2 steps.

Yan Buhui picked up his long sword and gently wiped the footprints of the sword.

"What is this guy doing?" The discipline underneath whispered, seeming not to understand his approach.

For Yan Buhui, one person and one thing in his life cannot be disappointed.

One person is his own mother, and he does not allow anyone to slander.

Mother fell ill and died when he was young. In fact, it was not a serious illness. For a Great Family like Desolate Family, it is clear that a medicine pill can be cured.

But those people just acquiesced that they didn't care about anything. At that time, he was only 7 years old and saw his mother leave like this.

At that time, he vowed to become a master and destroy the entire Desolate Family to seek justice for the mother.

As for the thing that is his own sword, after the mother's death, this sword became his only support.

He has no friends, nor does he need those shit family affections, the only thing that accompanies him is this sword.

This sword is not just like a brother and a good friend. Whenever he holds the hilt, he is full of infinite hope and confidence.

That is his own power.

But now, this sword has been stepped on by others.

The blood on his body was still flowing, even the entire sword was covered with blood.

The scarlet looks horrible to see, Yan Buhui can clearly feel that his head is dizzy and his vision is also a little blurred.

Yan Buhui was lying slowly on the Martial Arts Competition Stage, his ears roared, and the surrounding sounds began to become noisy.

"Just this, rubbish, trash," he seemed to be able to vaguely hear the disdainful comments from those around him.

With the scream of long sword, Yan Buhui could feel the emotion of his sword.

When he was very young, he could feel the emotion of his sword. After he grew up, he realized that it was the spirituality that he had accidentally activated the weapon.

...............

His vision became increasingly blurred, and his eyelids gradually became heavier.

Yan Buhui looked at the mourning long sword so peacefully, he could feel the passing of his life force.

He suddenly remembered a lot, since the first day he got the sword, he couldn't put it down.

Especially after the mother left, he always sleeps with the sword in his arms, almost the sword does not leave his body.

They have been with us for countless years,

Also spent countless days and nights,

Watching the moon together, laughing together, growing up together,

He also confided all his heart to Jian.

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"Soul Dan, he is not a cold-blooded weapon, but my good brother, how can he be trampled underfoot!"

Yan Buhui has a relieved smile at the corner of his mouth. He remembered the days when the long night was long and the sword was company.

Suddenly, there seemed to be a flash of light from the back spine to his mind, and he was stunned.

"What exactly is a sword?"

Thunder blasted in his heart, and Yan Buhui's mind was blank. He had never been so clear at this moment in his life.

The sight in front of me seemed to have turned into a gray mist, the sound of hong long long in my ear was endless, and the sword light intertwined countless stripes in my mind.

"I ride on Nine Heavens by myself,

Hand-held 3 feet Longquan sword! "

In the outside world, long sword began to tremble slightly, and wisps of sword qi filled his body.

When the sword qi entangled, thunder exploded, and the fog dissipated, Yan Buhui also slowly stood up.

10000 things are powerful, whether flowers, plants, trees, heroes or heroes, 10000 things in the world have their own imposing manner.

And the sword also has its sword power. When the imposing manner is condensed together and the line of sight in front of him is clearer than ever, Yan Buhui seems to see something different.

"meaning,

That is sword intent. "

...............

"Is this over?" The discipline underneath whispered.

"The newcomer not knowing the immensity of Heaven and Earth, and the spirit to kill him, let him know that this outer sect is not a place where he can impudent at will."

"I dare to challenge Xu Ren senior brother, I thought he was capable."

"Unsurprisingly, I had already expected this ending."

Seeing Yan Buhui's appearance like a dead dog, Xu Ren shook his head secretly, and was about to kick him off the martial stage to end the competition.

The realm gap is not so easy to bridge, he was also Heaven's Chosen when he was young, he first entered sacred sect, showing off one's ability.

But the most indispensable thing in this world is Heaven's Chosen. A true powerhouse must have a heart of awe. The talents who can reach the end are the real winners.

At this moment, I saw a sword qi slashing towards Xu Ren.

Xu Ren was taken aback for a moment. On one side of his body, he slightly avoided the attack of sword qi, and he looked towards the front.

I saw countless scalp-numbing sword qi entwined around Yan Buhui, and the dying young man actually picked up the long sword and struggled to stand up.

Yan Buhui only feels that he has a heroic ambition to eliminate demons between Heaven and Earth.

His eyes shrank, and a cold breath was sucked into his head from the back spine, and the aura blew in his thoughts like Ruyan flowers.

The sword was dispelled, the seeds of intention were planted in his heart, and his imposing manner became stronger and stronger, quite a bit of the rising wind forebodes the coming storm.

The long sword whispered happily in his hand, and countless sword intents enveloped the entire Martial Arts Competition Stage as if overwhelming. He opened his eyes slightly, and endless sword qi burst out.

"This, what is this?" Xu Ren face changed, and subconsciously stepped back 2 steps, looking at the endless sword qi floating in the sky.

Yan Buhui waved the long sword slowly, and countless sword qi seemed to have found the pouring outlet, and all flew towards Xu Ren.

Xu Ren looked at the scene that occupied the Martial Arts Competition Stage, which was like a Sword Prison. Knowing that he could not avoid it, he quickly raised his sword to welcome him.

With a sound of "resounding", long sword sparks splashed, Xu Ren only felt his hands numb.

His face was horrified, and his forehead was cold and sweaty. It was obvious that there were several small realm gaps between the two people, but it was just a sword qi and he could barely take it.