Our villains don't want to be stepping stones

"Break me!!"

Ling Tian shouted sharply, and blood streaks appeared on his extremely pale face.

That appearance is completely opposite to the fairy rhyme and meaning just now.

even! !

Even the ancient sword in his hand is surrounded by magic patterns, which generate a sea of ​​blood for thousands of miles, endlessly.

"boom!"

finally! !

The Great Wall of Sword Qi shattered with a bang, opening a gap of hundreds of feet.

But Ling Tian's figure descended from the sky and landed on the ground with staggering steps.

At this moment, the corners of his mouth were glaring with blood, and even those star eyes showed a tinge of blood for no reason.

However, the eyes that bloomed in it were as piercing as magic brilliance, and as if stacked with fairy charms, it was indescribably weird and terrifying.

"It really broke..."

At this time, all the disciples of Jianzhong looked at the gap in the Great Wall of Sword Qi with shocked expressions, and they couldn't react for a while.

What is the sword posture, the cultivation base is supreme, and the swordsmanship is at its peak.

But today, this god emperor boy has completely broken everyone's perception of swords.

"how come…"

"Xun'er!"

Ling Tian said indifferently, stretched out his hand to hold the jade hand of the rushing girl, and walked slowly towards the top of the sword mountain.

Behind him, the lips of the middle-aged man in white trembled slightly, but he didn't say anything more in the end, watching the Great Wall of Sword Qi close again.

"Senior Brother Wu... Now I have two swords in Jianzhong that can break through the Great Wall of Sword Qi!!"

Chapter 957, The Sword Is To Kill

The mountain wind is light and quiet, and the bright sun is bright.

It's just that at this time, the blood red on the mountain road is dazzling for no reason.

"Brother, how are you?"

Ye Xun'er held Ling Tian's palm tightly, with some worry on her brows.

Although just now, Ling Tian shook the sky with his sword, but she still felt the trembling of the boy's palm.

Obviously, Ling Tian at this time is not as free and easy as he appears on the surface.

"fine."

Ling Tian shook his head, it was just now that he swung the Nine Swords of Punishing Heaven in the most powerful style in the immortal body of a blood demon.

But even so, he was still backlashed by the vast sword intent, hurting the meridian and heart.

Such an injury, if it is an ordinary swordsman, will definitely hurt the foundation.

However, the blood emperor's inheritance is immortal, and now his physical body is no longer as weak as before. It only takes a few days for him to refine the sword intent in his body, which may be another great opportunity.

In that sword energy, Ling Tian felt a kind of ancient atmosphere. It seems that the rumored sword fairy who was buried here must be a great power with great reputation in ancient times.

Fang today's land seems to be in its heyday, but in fact it is the appearance of ease.

Nowadays, people in the world cultivate immortals, follow heresy ways, and are shadowed by their ancestors, so there is no longer the tendency of fighting for heaven in ancient times.

In ancient times, immortals, demons, ghosts, witches, Buddhists and people continued to conquer.

If there is no strong person in the clan, it will be beyond redemption.

Therefore, the strong men at that time all practiced with their lives and competed with the sky for luck.

But whoever stands on the top of the sky in the end is the Lord of Myriad Realms, the Immortal Grand Master.

Although Ling Tian doesn't know why this sword fairy fell, but the sword city transformed by a single wisp of corpse energy is enough to shock the Qingcang world, its power can be imagined.

It wasn't until the two figures reached the top of Jianshan Mountain that they saw a dozen or so Jianzhong disciples who had been waiting for a long time.

It's just that there is no trace of contempt in the eyes of everyone looking at Ling Tian at this time, but with a touch of strong curiosity.

There are not many disciples in Jianzhong, but they are all evildoers.

But now that Ling Tian has proved his celestial beauty with the way of the sword, he will most likely be accepted as a disciple by the sword master and pass on his mantle.

Longyuan Sword Tomb was originally the Qingcang Forbidden Land.

It was not until 7 years ago that the sword master of Longyuan held the dragon and broke through the Great Wall of Sword Qi, and he became the person who opened the mountain here.

With a 7-year inheritance, there are only a handful of sword mound disciples, but those who can stay in this mountain are all true monsters along the way of the sword.

Can! !

Even Xiang Tian, ​​the most outstanding little brother in Jianzhong today, has never broken through Jiancheng.

But now, Ling Tian has achieved such a move in the realm of a god emperor, which can be said to be unprecedented.

"I don't know how to call this junior. I am Wu Yue, the seventeenth generation disciple of Jianzhong. Junior brother, what is the name of the sword in your hand...?"

A disciple of Jianzhong laughed loudly, and there was no trace of malice in his brows.

"Zhu Xian."

"boom!"

Between the heaven and the earth, the situation changed suddenly, and there was an overwhelming force that rushed for thousands of miles, all of which converged on Ling Tian alone.

People in the world admire immortals, hoping to ascend to heaven.

But this sword is so fierce, it's called Zhu Xian? !

Those who kill immortals are also demons.

Could it be that this young man who looks like a fairy on the outside is actually cultivating the path of demons?

"I don't know if I can enter the Sword Tomb now?"

Ling Tian's eyes swept across the crowd, but he saw the middle-aged man in white descending from the sky and landing in front of them.

"According to the logic, you can worship in my sword tomb as a disciple of the seventeenth generation."

The middle-aged man in white nodded slightly, but at the moment his words fell, he saw a sword radiance rising from the depths of the sword mountain.

Immediately afterwards, an old man in sackcloth and white hair walked slowly from the sky and stood above everyone's heads.

"Meet Master Uncle."

"Uncle Master?"

Ling Tian's eyes were light, and he also bowed down.

But the old man shook his head slightly, "You go, you...can't practice my Longyuan sword."

"Why?"

Ling Tian frowned, and looked up at the old man at the horizon.

From this old man, he could clearly feel a sense of sacredness, and he was terrified and fearful.

"Your sword is too cruel. My Longyuan Sword Dao cultivates power, but you...cultivate killing."

After saying that, the old man took a deep look at Ling Tian, ​​turned around and wanted to leave.

Just now, Ling Tian's sword, even though it is extremely powerful and has a supreme fairy appearance, but the magic in it was still noticed by the sword master.

In other words, this boy is not a sword fairy, but a... sword demon.

Such a person will either dominate the ages and be tabooed for nine days.

Or it will be the enemy of the whole world, prove its own way, and be destroyed in the long river of history.

In any case, his appearance seemed like the beginning of a catastrophe.

Although the Longyuan Sword Tomb stands in the center of Qingcang, it has never competed with the world.

In the heart of this sword master, there is a great wish to help the world, but no selfish desire to dominate the world.

Therefore, there are not many disciples in Jianzhong, they are only for inheritance, seclusion, enlightenment of sword, and response to disaster!

The Heavenly Demon is present, and the disciples of Jianzhong should also go down the mountain with their swords, to kill the demons and calm the chaos, and help the world to be righteous.

But Ling Tian is a variable.

If it wasn't for his terrifying surname, he might have been imprisoned by the sword master to wash away his demon nature.

After all, it is the world that has scruples.

It's not that the sword's heart is flawed, but it's actually making a wish for the common people.

The sword master alone can slay evil spirits and traitors, fight immortals and demons, and establish the majesty of the human race.

However, after 7 years of inheritance, he also had a bond before he knew it.

Jianshan, disciple, eternal peace.

"Whose sword doesn't kill?!"

Ling Tian looked indifferent, but he already had guesses in his heart.

I'm afraid that the strong sword mound probably sensed his blood demon body.

only! !

As my brother said, with a sword in hand, what kills is the enemy, the enemy, and the disaster.

What does it have to do with fairies?

Could it be that if an immortal kills a living being, all living beings deserve to die.

Is it a crime for a demon to kill life?

"boom!!"

Just when Ling Tian frowned and was about to discuss swords with the sword master, at the foot of the mountain, there was another earth-shattering hum.

Everyone's expressions were serious, and they turned their heads towards the Great Wall of Sword Qi.

But on it, a graceful figure in black came slowly, with painful brows, but the obsession in the eyes gave people an inexplicable sense of shock.

At this time, in her arms, she was holding a sword wrapped in rags.

And she climbed up to the city step by step like that, letting the sword energy cut her robes to pieces, revealing bloodstains one after another.

The girl is about double ten years old, and her head is full of blue silk tied into a high bun and tied behind her head.

The face is beautiful, youthful and youthful, and reveals a kind of perseverance that does not match his age.

only! !

Her aptitude does not seem to be outstanding, and it is difficult to stop the erosion of sword intent.

But she still had a calm face, letting the blood soak the black robe to a deep depth, without regret or panic, without pain or retreat.

"This is…"

At this moment, all the disciples of Jianshan were surprised.

Even Ling Tian's eyes flickered with shock.

What kind of obsession should it be that can make such a delicate-looking woman endure the pain of thousands of sword intents entering her body?

Such a person, as long as he does not die, will surely bring disaster to the common people! !

"Om."

It wasn't until the girl climbed to the top of the Great Wall that she looked up at everyone.

At this time, there was no integrity on her body, only that jade-like face was cut with two slender scars.

But her eyes were still calm and indifferent, inexplicably somewhat tragic.

Chapter 958, Ashamed of the Sword Master