Life Script: The Villain of Destiny

"Cultivating the way of magic, it doesn't matter if you are cast aside by thousands of people, there is no second day, I only have the master and the sun in my heart!!"

I saw Xue Qingluan snorted coldly, and made a bold move.

Whatever the master wanted, even if he paid for it, at the cost of his life, he had to take it back and hand it over to the master.

As for what other people said, the evil spirits are crooked... Xue Qingluan doesn't care at all.

A blood-colored ice sword condensed out amidst the vibration of Xue Qingluan's mana.

A red evil spirit surrounded Xue Qingluan's body.

Even if there is no smell of blood, the people around can feel the smell of blood.

That bloody storm seemed to be about to sweep over.

"Blood Fiend Sword Art!!"

When Xue Qingluan's mana was surging, a red sword light burst out.

The speed is so fast that it is frightening to watch.

As for Yang Feihong on the other side, his mana was also surging, erupting like a tsunami.

"True Gold Palm!"

Yang Feihong pushed out with one palm, unstoppable like the Great Wall of Steel.

But the ending is... the bloody sword art directly tore the golden palm print.

As if not consuming a single bit of power, it continued to fall towards Yang Feihong.

Yang Feihong's gaze also saw the red sword light falling towards him.

Trembling involuntarily in his heart, he said in great astonishment:
"How is it possible, how is this possible?"

Yang Feihong was stunned, his pupils dilated several times.

With his fifth-grade Nascent Soul cultivation base, he used the spiritual magic supernatural powers.Even if it is not a full blow, it is definitely not something that a second-grade Nascent Soul can tear apart.

But fortunately, Yang Feihong is a young genius, and he still has the ability to react.

He saw a big golden bell enveloping him.

boom! !

The red sword light fell on the golden bell, and a sharp and magnificent bell sounded.

Yang Feihong was secretly delighted, and just wanted to sneer.

A very cool voice, full of dead silence and killing intent, came directly from the ear.

"Blood Fiend Soul Slayer Sword!!"

A mighty energy as vast as the sea, like a turbulent tsunami, blasted out.

Feeling this power, Yang Feihong's soul trembled.

In his soul, he felt the cries of a lonely ghost.

There was a gust of wind, and the red mana vibrated in the air.

The wails of mourning, like ghosts coming out of hell, lingered in Yang Feihong's ears.

This kind of attack from the soul almost made Yang Feihong feel crazy.

"Ah!! Go away, go away, you evil spirits,"

A distorted and hideous outline appeared on Yang Feihong's face.

"The world of cultivating immortals is where the weak prey on the strong. If I kill you, why do you blame me?"

In Yang Feihong's heart, pictures of him burning, killing and looting appeared one after another.

For example, for someone else's family heirloom, someone's whole family was destroyed.

For another example, if you fall in love with something, but you don't have any spirit stones on you, you can only kill people to seize the treasure.

But at this moment, these dead souls suddenly appeared in his mind.

"Tsk tsk tsk, I didn't expect this Yang Feihong to do so many bad things, so what right does he have to criticize others?" A monk said jokingly.

"It's a pious appearance, who hasn't done a few bad things in the world of cultivating immortals? Then what right does Yang Feihong have to say about others?" Another monk said sarcastically.

A bloody sword light, accompanied by everyone's teasing words, suddenly fell towards Yang Feihong.

"Too bad, Yang Feihong is not going to die right away?"

Feeling this power, everyone immediately showed shock.

Yang Feihong fell into a state of confusion, unable to feel this terrifying sword light at all.

Can't dodge, can't perceive.

He is even afraid that he will fall under this sword glow.

"Brother, get out of the way!" Yang Anqiao yelled.

The noise was as shrill as a cuckoo crying blood, and the heart seemed to stop beating.

That is, my dear brother!

Yang Anqiao rushed directly in front of Yang Feihong, using the magic power she hastily mobilized to resist.

boom! !

I saw Yang Anqiao's body stepping back ten steps in a row from the explosion.

As for Yang Feihong of the fifth grade Nascent Soul, he flew upside down.

It smashed hard on a stone pillar and hung on it for three seconds before falling down.

Beating people is like hanging a painting, very scary!
puff!

Yang Feihong spat out a mouthful of blood frantically.

"Hiss!!" Seeing this, everyone gasped.

"It's so scary!!"

The people watching around were shocked directly.

Xue Qingluan's cultivation is only a second-rank Nascent Soul, and Yang Feihong's cultivation is a fifth-rank Nascent Soul.

Everyone thought that the fifth-rank Nascent Soul should hang and beat the second-rank Nascent Soul.

Unexpectedly, the current situation turned out to be the other way around.

Everyone has not reacted yet, their minds are dull.

I saw a sharp voice, with a ferocious voice, roaring to the sky.

"A mere second-grade Nascent Soul dares to act presumptuously in front of me, it's simply life-or-death!!"

I saw Yang Anqiao's ferocious face, surging mana, and with a monstrous killing intent, she slammed down Xue Qingluan's cover with a palm.

Xue Qingluan's face was cold and a little dignified.

Also feeling dignified was Xiao Yan'er.

She even wanted to contact Su Chen through Yushi and ask him to come to town.

Otherwise... once Luo Yan at the peak of Nascent Soul makes a move.

Not to mention Xue Qingluan, even Xiao Yan'er of the fifth grade Yuanying couldn't resist Luo Yan's moves at the peak of Yuanying.

Even one move will be suppressed!

Luo Yan was cruel, and it was not impossible for the two girls to die.

Xue Qingluan snorted coldly, and continued to use the inheritance in the Xue Fiend Ghost Spirit Art.

The spiritual powers of the two sides collided, and a violent hurricane swept in all directions.

Xue Qingluan took a few steps back, the huge shock force made the blood in her body boil.

Fortunately, I endured it and suppressed the blood pressure.

Yang Anqiao on the other side looked very astonished.

She has the cultivation base of the eighth grade Nascent Soul, so she can't suppress Xue Qingluan with one move.

This simply stunned her.

After all, she is also a proud girl of the Tianjiao level.

If facing other Nascent Souls, even the fifth-rank Nascent Souls, Yang Anqiao can raise his hand to suppress them.

Immediately afterwards, a large number of supernatural powers exploded in the sky, brilliant like fireworks.

For the eighth collision, Xue Qingluan's body was shot backwards.

Frantically retreating dozens of steps, he stabilized his body, and a drop of blood spilled from the corner of his mouth.

On the contrary, it was Yang Anqiao of the eighth grade Nascent Soul who smashed into the side of the house, and her life and death were unknown.

"My dear, this Xue Qingluan is going against the heavens! Yang Feihong who suppressed the fifth-rank Nascent Soul, and Yang Anqiao who defeated the eighth-rank Nascent Soul. Then... as her master, Su Chen must possess such terrifying power!!"

Everyone gasped wildly, and it sounded like an exhaust fan.

Suddenly, a coercion from the peak of the Nascent Soul swept across in all directions.

The high-ranking Nascent Soul barely resisted and deployed their mana shields one after another.

Some low-level Nascent Souls couldn't even resist this coercion.

Going against the flow of blood, the bright red blood vomited out!