Kuai Chuan: I really don’t want to be a villain

The arrival of the demon clan broke the harmony. Even if they sat there and said nothing, their obvious demonic aura made people feel extremely uncomfortable.

The arrival of First Source was not the beginning of the sword debate. Soon, another wave of men in black robes appeared. The leaders were wearing uniform black uniforms. The woman at the front was wearing a hip skirt, a black uniform jacket, and a white dress. He wore a hat, brown curly hair, and holding a notebook in his hand, he calmly walked to the inner circle and sat down.

Song Qiao heard Luo Fusheng whisper, "Singularity Speaker, Carter."

Carter, the former director of the CIA and the most outstanding agent in the United States. After being recommended to become the Speaker of the Singularity Alliance, she resigned from the position of director. During her tenure, she launched a fierce offensive against the Singularity. It was her order to increase the intensity of arresting non-human beings around the world.

When Yufeng saw her arrival, he frowned slightly. Even if the people captured were all scum among monsters, as a member of his own race, he would still be unhappy if he should.

Behind Carter were four congressmen, who seemed to be loyal dogs who had been won over.

Those who were not present were hosting singular events, or were kicked out of the inner circle.

The good news is that there are no Chinese people among the people being roped in. The bad news is that there are former EU members among them.

Tsk, the Pope has not changed much, but on Elaine's side, many people have ugly faces and look at the man behind Carter angrily.

"Sorry, I'm a step late, so where are we now?" Carter looked at the first source.

First Source lowered his head and replied respectfully: "It's about to begin."

"Then let's get started." Carter said, putting the notebook on his lap and looking at Yufeng, "Congressman Special, you don't have anything to add, right?"

Yufeng ignored her.

The First Source stood on the high platform and looked around the audience, "Before the official start of the South China Sea Sword Discussion, there will be a grudge match. Everyone present, if you have any grudges, you can go up and ask for a life and death fight. After the grudge is settled, no matter life or death, the follow-up will be No more revenge! Entering the singularity battlefield, there are no enemies behind you, only comrades-in-arms!"

After the first source finished speaking, he was silent for a while. Seeing that no one had any objections, he continued: "If you want to have a grudge, just go on stage."

He stepped down, and after a while, an Asian-looking man came up. He held a knife in his hand and looked in one direction with hatred in his eyes. "Mark! Get up here!"

"You bitch, you're looking for death!" After Mark came to the stage, he swung the chain and attacked.

It seemed that the grudge was settled without mentioning the cause and effect. Song Qiao held his chin and watched the two people below going back and forth. After fifty moves, Mark was defeated. The man with the knife risked being strangled by the chain and struck with one knife. Stab Mark in the heart and end the feud.

He seemed to be crying but not crying, half smiling but not smiling. He looked like a madman on the stage, "Honey... I finally avenged you!!!"

People from the Singularity Alliance quickly came on stage and carried off the seriously injured people and bodies.

If there is a grudge, each pair will only be given ten minutes. If the time is up and the winner or life and death is not determined, they will be forced to step down. There was a pair of enemies behind them, and they fought passionately for ten minutes. First Source wanted to control them, but one of them got angry and made rude remarks to First Source.

So he was slapped and flew away, his heart was broken and he died.

The strong cannot be humiliated. If you kindly ask you to go down and you are shameless, then go and die.

No one present said anything, not even the friends and companions of the dead man. What are the rules? It is to punish those who do not follow the rules, not to restrain those who make the rules.

Just when he was feeling bored, Song Qiao suddenly heard someone calling him.

She blinked and looked at the stage, where it turned out to be Kimura Rōtaku. Is that man crazy? They are no match for him, yet they dare to go on stage to challenge him, regardless of the grudges of life and death.

After seeing the knife in his arms, Song Qiao understood his confidence. Tenguan Jiro actually gave Tencongyun to him! Maybe in their opinion, Kimura Routo, who uses Amancongyun, is better than them?

Or maybe, I want to see what the relationship between that Murakami sword and Tian Congyun is!

Song Qiao stood up and walked slowly towards the high platform under the attention of everyone present.

"Who is that?"

"I don't know you. It's your first time to participate in the Nanhai sword debate."

"Sitting with Ye Ziqing, her new subordinate?"

"It's possible. I don't know how strong he is. Does that kid Kimura know how to be compassionate? Hahaha."

"Why do you want to kill her? If I were Kimura Taku, I would cut off her tendons and hamstrings and destroy her!"

"You are crazy, you are not afraid of Ye Ziqing's revenge on you!"

"She is so much stronger than me, so she can't bully a weakling like me. Besides, let's talk about grudges. Let's just go on stage and grudges are over. She can't break the rules and want to take revenge on me. Just wait for the next ten years!"

Those malicious words are a constant stream, and you can't get rid of them as long as you live. Ye Ziqing lowered his eyebrows, placed his right hand on his left wrist, and gently stroked the protruding bone there.

The old man with the white beard noticed something and turned to look at her, "Hey! When will those words ever sway you? They are just common people's lies. How can you still kill everyone in the world!" His voice was loud, but there was no one around him. can be heard.

Ye Ziqing ignored the old man and raised his eyes to look at Song Qiao who was already on stage.

The scabbard of the Murakami sword hung on the ground of the high platform, standing upright. Song Qiao tapped the ground lightly with the tip of the sword, "Who gave you the courage to call my name." Her voice was not loud, and only a few people could do it. heard.

Kimura Taku, who was also on the stage, had a fierce look in his eyes, "Only blood can wash away the shame you brought to me! Whether it's yours or mine!"

After saying that, his expression became solemn, he bent down slightly, holding Tian Congyun in his left hand, and placed his right hand on the handle of the knife as he gathered strength.

The art of drawing swords is the essence of the Tianguan sect.

After successfully accumulating momentum and drawing the sword, even if the opponent is not as strong as the opponent, he can still control the rhythm of the battle.

Under normal circumstances, no one would wait for the Tianguan sect to complete the sword-drawing technique. They would ask their fellow sects to intercept the enemy, and then the strongest person would prepare the force and kill the enemy instantly with one move.

But on the stage, without the help of his fellow disciple Kimura Langtuo to intercept, he could only take a gamble that Song Qiao, a woman, must not understand the subtlety of his sword-drawing skills!

Song Qiao really didn't understand, and even if he did, he wouldn't care. She could feel that Kimura Rotaku's strength was increasing with the passage of time, until the momentum reached its peak, the blade appeared, and a faint head of a giant snake appeared behind Kimura Rotaku, roaring angrily.

Ao Po in the stands rolled his eyelids and looked at the roaring snake head with disdain, "Xiang Liu, it's so embarrassing to go to Japan and change its name to Yamata no Orochi."

Facing the oncoming blade, Song Qiao turned his wrist, and in a very beautiful hand gesture, the bright blade drew out and collided with Tian Congyun's blade, causing a fierce wind.

She didn't give Kimura Taku time to react. Before the strong wind dissipated, she had already rushed over. The wind blew her hair. Kimura Taku faced the attack and saw only a pair of extremely beautiful eyes, like the bottom of a frozen lake.