Our Villains Don't Want To Be Stepping Stones

"Buzz!"

The void trembled, and purple energy rose up.

I saw that among the thousands of Xia Rui, a white-robed figure stood in the cloud dome with his hands behind his back, and came to everyone in one step.

It was a young man with a cold and determined face, with black hair tied into a bun, strands of strands falling, and it was elegantly out of the dust.

At this time, although there was not a trace of breath emanating from his body, but standing there, the world was silent, and the sun and the moon were dull.

Especially that fair and handsome face made many arrogant goddesses stagnate, red lips pursed tightly, and there was a hint of surprise in his eyes.

"Yes... Senior Brother Wuya!!"

"Senior Brother Wuya is out!!"

The bursts of cheers resounded, and there was a touch of unspeakable excitement on the faces of countless school disciples.

Endless way!

The real No. 1 of the Daotian Academy, with a celestial appearance and a natural Taoism, is the only disciple who has been brought by the palace master to the Saint Peak to cultivate in the past Ten Thousand Years.

Unexpectedly, at this time when the human race was in danger, Senior Brother Wuya, went out! !

"Senior Brother Wuya!!! Please strengthen my human race!!"

"Senior Brother Wuya!! Strengthen my human race!!"

The cheers resounded suddenly, and the disciples of the school clenched their palms and shouted loudly.

The defeat of Yuwen Tianji and Wu Le has already caused despair in many people's hearts.

After all, with the strength of these two people, the human race is also the top, but they are not the enemies of the youth of the demon race.

The appearance of Dao Wuya is a kind of hope for everyone.

"The way is boundless?"

In front of the crowd, the woman in golden clothes nodded lightly, with a bright smile on the corner of her mouth.

She knew something about the sequence and Tianjie of this human race before she came.

And the number one of the four academies did not enter the sequence, just because he had retreated and practiced when he was at its peak.

A hundred years have passed, although his realm has never stepped into the holy realm, it contains a hint of natural creation.

Obviously, this is a strong enemy, far from being comparable to the two just now.

"Fengyan, come back."

"Yes!"

Feng Yan's brows were slightly wrinkled, and the fighting intent in his eyes shuddered quietly, but instead descended from the sky and landed behind the golden-robed woman.

At this time, although he was unwilling in his heart, he obviously did not dare to have the slightest disobedience.

Seeing this scene, everyone's eyes flashed with horror.

What kind of identity is this woman in golden clothes? Why is Feng Yan so respectful and obedient to her?

"Mo Ling, you go."

The golden-robed woman smiled gently, even though she had never seen Dao Wuya make a move, compared to the human race, the demon race's advantage lay in its physical supernatural powers.

What about the law of nature?

Mo Ling's natal supernatural powers, but even she is afraid.

"Yes! Miss Phoenix!"

Behind him, a young man wearing a black coat with a gloomy appearance suddenly bowed and bowed.

Then, I saw his footsteps stepping out, and there were wind marks overflowing all over his body, which directly turned into afterimages and appeared on the battle platform.

"Nine products of the noble realm, you are very strong."

Mo Ling raised her head and looked at Dao Wuya coldly.

Compared with Feng Yan, his character is more calm, but every move carries a gloomy meaning, which makes people inexplicably frightened.

"You are also very good, the power of the wind."

Dao Wuya's expression was indifferent, just when he was on the Saint's Peak, he felt the spiritual power and demonic energy here.

Originally, he had made up his mind to retreat this time, and he would never leave the retreat unless he went to the Holy Land.

But the majesty of the human race cannot be provoked.

What's more, if today's group of monsters defeat the contemporary Tianjiao in the Daotian Academy, I am afraid that this human race holy land will completely become the laughing stock of Qingcang.

As the contemporary No. 1 in the Fourth Academy, Dao Wuya will never watch this happen.

"Hehehe, very good? It's been the first time in so many years that someone has said that I'm...very good." Mo Ling shook her head and smiled, and her figure suddenly flew into the air.

Around him, there are endless demon brilliance, vastness and fierceness overflowing.

Then, I saw him cover with a palm, the world was instantly dark, and his figure disappeared from everyone's sight strangely.

"Um?"

Dao Wuya's brows were lightly wrinkled, a pair of eyes overflowed with radiance, and there were thousands of Dao lines.

I saw that in his hand, there was an extra cyan ancient blade at some point, and an extremely cold chill quietly filled the whole world.

"Buzz!"

Ten thousand feet of sword brilliance slashed across, and the originally pitch-black sky suddenly burst into a crack.

The sun shines, the light reappears.

But at this time, there was no trace of relaxation on Dao Wuya's face, instead he became more and more dignified and alert.

Because at this time, he still hadn't noticed the aura of the demon youth.

It was as if he had completely disappeared without even a trace of Qi.

"Buzz!"

At this moment, above the void, there was a sudden humming sound.

I saw streaks of ink-colored feathers appearing strangely at the end of the sky.

The secluded flames burning on it contained a terrifying heat that made people palpitate.

Then, in the shocking eyes of everyone, I saw that the countless black feathers suddenly turned into a black torrent, overwhelmingly shrouded in the direction of Dao Wuya.

That kind of speed, as fast as the Ultimate, appeared like a shock, and instantly appeared above the head of the number one in the academy.

Seeing this scene, countless people's faces changed suddenly, and their eyes trembled.

Even some timid people have closed their eyes and turned their heads, their bodies trembling.

Such offensives are unavoidable.

Even if the Dao Wuya cultivation base is terrifying, I am afraid that he will not be able to retreat!

"Om!!"

only! !

What is surprising is that at this time, Dao Wuya not only did not have any intention of retreating, but turned into a blue rainbow, opened the sky with his sword, and went up against the rain.

Just now, the moment the offensive fell, he noticed a trace of Mo Ling's breath.

And with the method of this demon clan's genius, once he hides in the dark and focuses on sneak attacks, even Dao Wuya will have a headache.

"Boom!"

Boundless visions bloom from the void, killing immeasurable.

Dao has no boundaries around the body, Qinghui has ups and downs thousands of miles, and it is a self-contained charm.

And when the plume rain came to Xu, outside his body, it was smashed by an invisible sword force, and the fire was scattered, and it was very gorgeous.

But, with the speed of Dao Wuya, it is not the opponent of Yufeng Moling at all.

Therefore, by the time his figure appeared in the depths of that dark light, the former had already disappeared.

At the same time, a new round of plume rain is gathering momentum, coming from the cave.

"Damn it! That monster clan is really treacherous, and they only dare to hide in the dark. If this continues, Senior Brother Wu Ya will be consumed by life."

"That's right, if you have the kind, you can show up for a fight. What kind of skill is hiding?"

Under the battlefield, countless clan disciples were filled with righteous indignation, apparently resenting Mo Ling's methods.

"Show yourself to fight?"

But as if hearing the ridicule of everyone, a sneer suddenly came from the depths of the void.

Immediately afterwards, Mo Ling's figure appeared in the sky, standing in the air, looking indifferently at Dao Wuya below.

At this time, the latter had several bloodstains on his body, and his bones were deeply visible.

It's just that his breath is not a bit sluggish, and even his face has a cold and indifferent look.

"Forget it, then let your group of human ants see the real means of my black mandarin duck clan."

Mo Ling grinned, revealing sharp, slender white teeth.

Behind him, a demonic figure suddenly descended from the sky, with a pair of wings spanning a hundred feet, covering the sky and the sun, burning… Endless flames.

"Black... the black mandarin duck family?!"