The protagonist chased the villain, and Tiandao screamed in anger

(The protagonist whose luck was intercepted by Demon Lord X)

The sound of the sword rang in the ears, a cold light flashed, and the sword energy attracted a flock of birds in the jungle.

The two men fought with swords in the sky, bringing with them a biting cold wind. Birds left their nests, and after a cacophony of noise, there was no other sound in the already desolate mountains.

The long sword came from the air, making a sound of tearing cloth, and the tip of the sword pierced into the bone and blood.

"Tick tock, tick tock"

Drop by drop, blood fell rapidly from the sky, seeping into the soil, staining it scarlet.

"Yu Huai, your glory is over"

The person who was speaking was wearing the uniform of a Taihua Sect disciple. He had a handsome face and looked like a kind and noble young man.

But he stabbed the long sword in his hand deeply into the waist and abdomen of the man opposite him again.

After saying this, a look of satisfaction appeared on his face, and with a fierce look in his eyes, he raised his foot and kicked the other person down from a high altitude.

Yu Huai lowered his head, his eyes falling on his abdomen which was in severe pain, and his hands which were bleeding from the skin and flesh that were cut by the sharp blade, revealing the bones. His eyes were dim and his consciousness was in a trance.

"bump!"

His already broken body was hit hard, and his injured abdomen was separated from the opponent's sword. Yu Huai no longer had the strength to resist, and fell straight from the sky, along with broken branches, and fell on the ground mixed with soil and gravel.

"How pitiful! Do you know what you look like now? You look like a drowned dog!"

The man circulated the spiritual energy around his body and descended, squatting beside Yu Huai with his toes touching the ground. Looking at the other person who no longer had a trace of brilliance, he met his gray and bloodshot eyes and mocked him wantonly.

"Hahaha, Yu Huai, I'm sorry... but now, I am the protagonist of this world!" He laughed wildly, and the laughter kept echoing in the empty mountains and fields, and finally reached the ears of the defeated Yu Huai.

The man raised his hand to push away the hair that was blocking his view, then stood up and apologized insincerely.

He lowered his head again, and the smile on his face suddenly tightened. There was a hint of madness in his eyes as he looked at the person covered in blood below, his expression was full of coldness and arrogance.

That look was one of arrogance and contempt... as if a god was looking down on all living beings.

When Yu Huai saw this, he couldn't help but feel a chill down his spine. He knew that he was going to die here today, but he never understood why he, a member of the same sect, was repeatedly framed and targeted by the other party...

After falling from a great height, the back of his head hurt and his left ear was tinnitus-inflicted. But even so, Yu Huai keenly grasped the key to Yu Zhao's words.

His lungs were ruptured by the sword energy, and blood mixed with pulp flowed out from the corners of his mouth from time to time. Yu Huai opened his mouth and uttered a word with difficulty.

"…What is the…protagonist…?"

"Ah, that... is an identity that you have already lost." Liang Bo said with a hint of sarcasm, and came towards Yu Huai with a sharp sword.

"Zheng!"

Beside Yu Huai, the dull sword lying in the mud suddenly flew into the air, using the sword body to help its master withstand the fatal blow.

But, it seems to be just a dying struggle.

"Tsk, I forgot that you have a good sword to protect the master!"

Yu Zhao raised his eyebrows, a disdainful arc appeared on the corner of his lips, he sneered and circulated the spiritual power around him, gritted his teeth and gathered strength for an attack, the powerful force and sword intent actually directly cut the master's natal sword in half!

"…No"

Yu Huai's pupils constricted, but because his inner elixir was shattered, he could no longer mobilize his spiritual power to fight against it.

He could only watch as his sword broke into two pieces, completely losing its life and falling to the ground.

The connection between the soul and the natal sword was severed because of the fall of the sword. Under the impact of the backlash, Yu Huai spurted out another large mouthful of blood.

He struggled to turn over, and tried desperately to reach forward to touch his broken sword, but the pain numbed his palms and he only managed to grab a ball of mud under his hands.

Yu Zhao raised the sword, and the cold light reflected on Yu Huai's eyes. The sword body reflected Yu Huai's bloodshot eyeballs and surging hatred.

He smiled; the exhilaration of victory temporarily suppressed his fear of those eyes.

"now you……"