Xuanhuan: I am the bad luck villain

"Who's there! Come out!"

Hearing the erratic and cold laughter in his ears, Zhao Tiangang was holding a steel knife, and cold sweat was already visible on his forehead.

And just as he finished speaking, a gust of cold wind rang in his ears.

The cold voice slowly spoke against his ear.

"Boy, are you looking for me?"

This sudden movement made Zhao Tiangang freeze in place and dare not move.

While the palm trembled slightly, the steel knife fell directly to the ground.

To be able to approach him quietly and instantly, the strength of the opponent must be higher than his own!

Is a master!
Hearing the crisp sound of the blade falling to the ground, he looked at the figure in front of him who didn't dare to move.

The man in black standing behind him had a look of interest in his eyes.

"Not bad, I thought you would avoid it."

"Ex, senior is so powerful, it's easy to kill me, so why should I do useless work?"

"Hey, you are quite good at talking, but it's a pity that I don't dare to accept your flattery. After all, the lessons learned from the past are still there."

The body was like a ghost, and it floated away from behind Zhao Tiangang without touching the ground.

The man in black came to the side of Qinglian Sanren who was dying, squatted there and looked up and down, and at the same time made a sound of tsk tsk.

"It's a shame that a golden core stage monk didn't die in the hands of a master or a catastrophe. Instead, he died in the hands of a young boy like you."

"Senior, I..."

"There's no need to explain it to me, and I don't need it from you."

Standing up with his hands on his knees, the man in black suddenly turned his head and looked at Zhao Tiangang with a grin.

"Anyway, the result is the same. He will die sooner or later. If you don't kill him, I will kill him later. If you do it, you won't get my hands dirty."

Lifting his leg and kicking the steel knife on the ground, the man in black smiled and spoke again.

"Why don't you do me a favor again? How about finishing it yourself? How do you say that? Oh, by the way, it's the so-called helping people to the end."

"me…………"

His body trembled slightly, Zhao Tiangang's eyes widened and he backed away slowly.

But before he took two steps back, the cold voice of the man in black sounded again.

"You can try running, I really want to see, is it you who run faster, or our flying sword?"

After the words fell, two pitch-black daggers flew out from behind the man, floating quietly on both sides of him.

The upper end of the hilt is decorated with skulls. When the sword body shakes slightly, you can faintly hear howling ghosts and wolves, as if countless souls are screaming and struggling together.

Raising his hand and flicking his sword lightly, the man in black smiled brightly and his eyes were a little obsessed.

"Li Sha Twin Swords, acquired first-grade magic weapon, we killed thousands of people to get enough souls to refine it, how about it? Isn't it beautiful enough?"

Zhao Tiangang didn't answer. At this time, he was as if he had fallen into an ice cave, and his heart was going to be completely cold.

Refining the sword with the soul is the method of the Demon Sect.

And to be able to refine the sword, the most important thing is to be able to perfectly control this kind of weapon, it must be a Golden Core cultivator!

Another golden core stage master!

Most importantly, he is still a magician.

If I meet such a vicious person, I'm afraid my life will be lost!

The man in black ignored Zhao Tiangang's panic.

He raised his hand to grab the swords out, and one of the black swords fell down, stabbing Qinglian Sanren's body in an instant.

The next moment, the blade of the sword glowed red, and Qinglian Sanren's corpse shriveled at a speed visible to the naked eye, and turned into a mummy in the blink of an eye.

And with the breeze blowing, the mummy turned into powder, and the outline of the past could no longer be seen.

Recalling the sword, he raised his hand to hold a small golden bead the size of a soybean grain from above. The man in black lifted it over his head and looked at it carefully under the moonlight, his eyes a little obsessed.

"You said, you have been cultivating immortals for hundreds of years just for this small golden core. Once you die, even the golden core will no longer be yours. Isn't it ridiculous?"

While speaking, the man opened his mouth wide and loosened his fingers.

The golden pill just fell into the man's mouth, and he swallowed it directly.

"Well, the quality of the aura is good. He really deserves to be a famous casual cultivator, but he was able to have his arms cut off by someone? Could it be that he met some top master?"

Talking to himself, the man in black suddenly raised his head and looked at Zhao Tiangang in astonishment.

"Hey, let me say, why haven't you committed suicide yet, kid? Do you really want me to kill you? I can warn you, if I kill you, you may not die."

Shaking the small sword in his hand, the man in black smiled sullenly.

"Why? Do you want to live forever like them?"

As soon as these words came out, Zhao Tiangang was so frightened that his whole body trembled, and he knelt down on the ground suddenly.

"Immortal! Me!"

"Shut up! Don't call me Xianchang!"

Just as Zhao Tiangang opened his mouth, the man in black on the opposite side interrupted loudly like a cat whose tail had been stepped on.

Holding the sword and pointing at the ashes on the ground, the man in black had a gloomy expression on his face.

"The last one you called Immortal Elder has gone west now, you kid still dare to curse me!"

"I!"

"Stop talking nonsense, hurry up and die, if you don't do it again, I'll take your soul!"

He glared at Zhao Tiangang viciously, seeing his face ashen, the man in black shook his head.

"Actually, you really like me, you are ruthless, cruel, and decisive enough. You have the hope of joining my Shadow Sect. Unfortunately, I have something to do and I don't have time to take you back to the sect, so you should die." Bar."

Putting his fingers around the sword ring and swinging the black dagger, the man in black said impatiently.

"I'll give you another ten seconds. If you don't kill yourself within ten seconds, I'll train your soul into a doll and throw it into the cesspit. The countdown begins! Ten!"

"Xian..."

"Nine!"

"I……"

"three!"

"Wait a minute! I have something to say!"

"One! Time is over! You are finished!"

Without giving Zhao Tiangang a chance to speak at all, a cold light flashed in the eyes of the man in black, and he threw his sword abruptly.

The short sword with a howling sound went straight to Zhao Tiangang's forehead, and it was about to pierce through it.

At this critical moment, Zhao Tiangang suddenly screamed in a sharp voice.

"I have the Three Heart Sutras!"

hum!
The weapon on his forehead stopped suddenly, and because of the close distance, Zhao Tiangang even left a streak of blood on his forehead.

A few meters away, the figure of the man in black flickered, and he suddenly came to Zhao Tiangang. He put his elbow on the dagger that was floating in the air, and looked down at Zhao Tiangang who was kneeling on the ground, his eyes narrowed.

"Three grades of Heart Sutra? Immortal cultivators? You didn't lie to me!"

Gong is divided into nine ranks, and the first rank is respected.

But the four ranks of ordinary sects are already the pillars of the law, and the third rank is a secret that is not passed on.

A boy in a deserted village actually said that he has a third-grade cultivation technique, and this man in black naturally wouldn't believe it.

But that didn't stop him from stopping to ask.

Seeing that he had finally escaped a catastrophe, Zhao Tiangang went limp all over and almost sat on the ground.

"Yes, it's called the Cangyou White Jade Scripture, a third-grade magical skill."

"You fart!"

As soon as Zhao Tiangang's words fell, a cold light lit up in front of his eyes.

The man in black grabbed his dagger hanging in the air, squatted on the ground and directly held the sword upside down, across Zhao Tiangang's neck.

"The Cangyou White Jade Scripture is the secret of the Yunv Peak! You are a man! How the hell can you have it! How dare you play me!"