Doomsday Villain: Cutting off the heroine Hu Xiaohua at the beginning

Even though two and a half years have passed since that battle, every time Descartes thought of Jiang Yang's figure at night, he would feel a wave of horror and fear.

If he hadn't been saved by the Lord of Filth back then, he probably would have really died under Jiang Yang's hands.

Regardless of combat power or anything else, Jiang Yang was far superior to him, so that for a long time after Descartes returned, he had no hostility towards Jiang Yang, only fear and fear, and he couldn't beat him at all. No match for Jiang Yang at all.

Until now, Descartes is still a little scared when he thinks of Jiang Yang. Even though his strength is not the same as before, he is still not sure that he can defeat Jiang Yang, but fortunately, the opponent is dead!

Descartes didn't know whether Jiang Yang was dead or not, but after the Lord of Filth took action, the other party was probably dead.

With the death of such a powerful enemy, he was relieved. If the opponent did not die, so what if he trained under the hands of the sons of luck in the past?

Still can't beat Jiang Yang, no evidence is needed, just a kind of intuition, which tells him that he will not be Jiang Yang's opponent.

No reason needed!

"Yes, it's a pity that Jiang Yang didn't kill you back then."

"The same goes for the filthy master. You don't have to protect the calf so thoroughly, do you? Even a dog has to be protected."

Qiu Chan sneered, and when Jiang Yang was mentioned, she felt angry. Jiang Yang's deep sleep had nothing to do with the Lord of Filth, and this Descartes was the minion of the Lord of Filth. If he killed the other party, he could be regarded as a substitute for Jiang Yang. Take back a little interest!

Thinking of this, Qiu Chan directly drew out his sword, and the piercing sword energy locked on Descartes, instantly expanding the gully on the ground infinitely, while Descartes raised his knife to resist.

The ground suddenly cracked, and countless cracks appeared on the surface of the body.

How strong is Qiu Chan with all his strength?

No one knows at the moment, basically everyone who has seen it is dead!

In the mountain forest of Baodi, sensing Qiu Chan's sword energy, Wu Lei and Huang Zhu immediately retreated with the surrounding Shuguang people, but those filthy creatures didn't know why, they just stared blankly, and were caught in the next moment. A burst of sword energy disappeared from his head.

The trees fell in pieces, centered on Ticada, and the messy sword energy was released from the body, like a swimming dragon, and everything it touched was split in half.

Holding the sword, Qiu Chan looked at Descartes a hundred meters away, with the corners of her mouth slightly raised, full of disdain, "Is this the son of luck in the filthy land? That's all!"

Descartes was bleeding all over his body, fine cracks appeared on his skin, and some defects appeared on the blade. His eyes were full of bloodshot eyes, which were stimulated by the sword intent.

"Female sword fairy, well-deserved reputation!"

"But you must have underestimated me!"

Descartes wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth and looked at Qiu Chan, his eyes were full of ferociousness, his body gradually swelled, and he turned into a giant of about ten meters.

With purple-gold lines on his body and eyes, a majestic force is released.

Demonize!

There is a huge difference between Descartes' demonization now and when he first acquired this ability.

Today's demonization can be described as a real demon!

"Looking down on you? If you let me draw a sword, it's considered a high regard for you!"

Qiu Chan said coldly, and then drove straight in with the sword, the sharp sword aura pointed directly at Descartes' head, before the sword arrived, traces of blood appeared between Descartes' eyebrows.

In the next moment, Qiu Chan turned into an afterimage and appeared in front of Descartes, and the blade directly pierced Descartes' eyebrows.

The sword penetrates three inches!

"what!"

Descartes roared, his brows were full of blood, his face was in pain, and he looked at Qiu Chan with a strong killing intent in his eyes.

"court death!"

Descartes retreated violently, and the tip of the sword was pulled out from between the eyebrows, bringing out some blood, but then Descartes' eyebrows healed at a speed visible to the naked eye.

Qiu Chan frowned, her sword blade was extremely sharp, ordinary people would peel off their skin even if they didn't die after being hit by her sword, not to mention that she just gave Descartes a sword, it was not a simple sword, but Released a burst of sword energy against Descartes' head with the tip of the sword.

The sword energy swept through the mind, and ordinary people couldn't survive at all, even some mutant beasts couldn't survive if their heads were smashed.

But Descartes survived abruptly, and didn't seem to have suffered much damage.

"As expected of the son of luck in the filthy land, it's just different, a sword can't kill him!"

Qiu Chan sighed, the words were full of inconceivable colors, while Descartes felt a deep malice.

"One sword? It's more than just unkillable?"

"I'll show you what real strength is!"

Descartes let out a low growl, his body was violent, and he came to Qiu Chan in an instant, and with just one punch, he sent Qiu Chan flying hundreds of meters and smashed dozens of treasure land trees.

A huge gully was drawn on the ground by Qiu Chan's feet.

The blade of the sword was slightly bent, and then Qiu Chan stood up staggeringly, wiped the blood from the corner of her mouth, and looked at Descartes, her eyes were no longer full of contempt, but turned into jealousy.

Blood overflowed from the edge of the mouth. Descartes punched just now, the power penetrated the blade, and hit Qiu Chan directly. The huge force caused a crack in her tiger's mouth.

"How? I haven't been idle for the past two and a half years."

"I wanted to seek revenge from Jiang Yang in the past, but he is already dead. As Jiang Yang's woman, killing you is the same!"

Descartes knew very well the shadow that Jiang Yang had left on him two and a half years ago. In the past two and a half years, he tried his best to get rid of the shadow in his heart, but it never worked.

No matter how much experience he goes through, no matter how strong he becomes, he seems to be living in the shadow of one person.

It seems that they are all living under the shadow of Jiang Yang.

For Descartes, if he doesn't get out of Jiang Yang's shadow, he will always be a devil, and he will never be able to become the real son of luck?

The previous sons of luck in the filthy land have also experienced setbacks, but they have all come out of it. If he can't get out, he will only be a miscellaneous soldier for the rest of his life!

This is not what Descartes wanted!

But now Jiang Yang is dead, even if he is not dead, he does not have enough courage to look for Jiang Yang, but Qiu Chan is powerful as Jiang Yang's woman, so she can be regarded as Jiang Yang.

In this way, it can be regarded as defeating Jiang Yang in a disguised form, and also reduced the difficulty for himself.

Descartes will lower the difficulty for himself. If Jiang Yang is really here, he may not dare to do it, but if it is Qiu Chan, he has some confidence.

"For a long time, I have wanted to find Jiang Yang and fight again countless times, but I have never had a chance."

"It would be great if he didn't die, but it's a pity that it will be difficult to meet such a powerful opponent again in this life."

"You will replace Jiang Yang today!"

Descartes looked regretful, as if he had missed something important.