Our Villains Don't Want To Be Stepping Stones

"Junior Brother Ling Tian"

Ye Xun'eryu clenched her hands tightly and looked at the stubborn figure worriedly.

From that day, when she mentioned the Ancient Sword of Immortal Execution, this little junior brother showed great interest.

However, Ye Xun'er thought that with Ling Tian's talent, there was absolutely no chance of coveting the Ancient Sword of Immortal Execution.

But she was wrong!

Big mistake.

She really did not expect that this gentle and elegant second son of the Ling clan was so stubborn and stubborn in his bones.

Perhaps, this is the so-called, innocent heart.

For a moment, Ye Xun'er felt a different emotion.

This kind of emotion, she has always resisted and resented, especially Yu Yuntian's behavior in the past few years, it really made her a little tired.

But inexplicably, when she put it on Ling Tian, ​​she unconsciously felt short of breath and her heart was shaking.

Unparalleled swordsmanship, solid background.

Most importantly, he looks handsome!

Compared with Ling Tian, ​​Yu Yuntian is simply a country man, rough and rude. He knows jealousy and comparisons all day long. Why have you never thought about polishing your own conduct and cultivation?

Such as jade son, son as jade.

He was talking about someone like Junior Brother Ling Tian.

The corners of Ye Xun'er's mouth unconsciously raised a smile, with a peerless elegance and amazing time.

Beside him, Yu Yuntian looked at the fascinated little junior sister, her hands already holding the cage.

In his eyes, there is an indescribable complex gloom.

Junior Sister Xun'er, you are mine, and no one can take it away!

Ling Tian, ​​even if you are on the verge of immortal road, what if you are on the verge of immortal road, in this Ten Thousand Swords Immortal Sect, I am the sect master's personal biography, and I have 10,000 ways to kill you!

"boom!"

The earth-shattering general trend is falling from the sky, like a nine-day Milky Way, pouring down thousands of miles.

And Ling Tian's figure finally stood firmly on the last step.

One step forward, it is the inheritance Taoist weapon of the Holy Land of Ten Thousand Swords, the Ancient Sword of Immortal Execution.

Taking a step back is life!

The wind is not calm, the waves are not calm and the calm is not stable, an island locks a person!

Ling Xiao, I will use this sword to sacrifice my seven years of hatred! !

Ling Tian raised his head to the sky and howled, the sole of his foot that had just fallen, stepped forward again.

Above his body, Dao Ze Qingguang suddenly flourished, rushing straight into the sky, attracting thousands of miles of cloud waterfalls to fall from the sky.

The white clouds stirred, and the wind swirled through the sky.

Dao is prosperous! !

Daoyin chanting goes on for thousands of miles!

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And in that storm, the young man's figure was like a sword, he was dressed in white and followed the wind, and that white and slender palm was finally held on top of the ancient sword.

"Om!!"

The situation of heaven and earth changed suddenly, and in just a short moment, black clouds filled the sky.

Countless thunders meander the sky, like divine punishment, trying to prevent this sword from being born.

Perhaps Ling Tian's strength was exhausted, or it was because Heavenly Dao didn't want him to bear this immortal karma.

I saw his palm clenched tightly, but he was unable to pull the sword out of the ancient platform.

The Holy Land of Ten Thousand Swords is silent.

Everyone looked at the figure standing on the top of the mountain, with a hint of loss in the depths of their eyes.

After all, did it fail?

Even though Ling Tian was heaven-defying and possessed supreme swordsmanship, Zhu Xian had his own arrogance, which ordinary people could tame.

"Hey."

A burst of sighs came leisurely, and everyone's eyes were focused on Ling Tian alone.

So that before the fairy road, a figure suddenly walked slowly, and they did not notice it at all.

"Om!!"

It was not until the monstrous sword chant resounded again, faintly shattering the dark clouds, that everyone discovered that before the immortal road, a figure in white stood with his hands behind his back, ten steps in one step, and swept towards the peak at an extreme speed.

"Gollum!" "Did I read it wrong?"

"There seems to be a figure there?"

"who is it?!!"

"This speed is even more enchanting than Ling Tian?!"

"How is it possible? Why is this person so unfamiliar? He doesn't seem to be from my Holy Land of Ten Thousand Swords?"

"Impossible? My Zongjian Road, non-swordsmen can't climb, he can attract thousands of swords, it must be"

"It's Ling Xiao!!! It's Ling Xiao!!"

"What?! It turned out to be the devil of the world! What is he going to do? Force into the sword road? How bold!"

For a time, the entire Wanjian Holy Land was in chaos, and even a few elders had already used their spiritual power to capture the young man who had climbed the mountain.

"stop!"

At this moment, the Holy Master Wanjian suddenly snorted coldly, and there was also a hint of gloomy surprise between his brows.

How could this little bastard suddenly appear in his Holy Land of Ten Thousand Swords?

Also, what did he mean when he climbed the Wanjian Immortal Road?

Could it be that he also wanted that ancient Sword of Immortal Execution?

However, this Ten Thousand Swords Immortal Road is the inheritance of the Holy Land, and naturally it is not for anyone who wants to walk.

Above the gods, whoever enters, is a sign of ascension, leaving behind the sword and waiting for the destined disciples.

In other words, the Holy Master Wanjian did not want to stop Ling Xiao at this time, but just looked at the entire Holy Land. Who can catch up with the former on this sword road?

Walk like a fly, without hindrance.

This scene fell in the eyes of many Holy Land disciples, instantly causing some illusions in their hearts.

Is this still Wanjian Xianlu?

Could it be that our paths are different?

It was quite abrupt, and many disciples actually showed a posture of eagerness to try, and obviously felt that they could do it again.

"Buzz!"

Thousands of swords chanted in unison for a long time.

At this time, everyone seemed to feel that these ancient swords were not cheering, but more like a wailing.

Especially when Ling Xiao walked by, the ancient sword that had been buried for some unknown number of years had the appearance of being born on its own.

"boom."

The entire sword path began to tremble for no reason.

An ancient sword trembled and struggled, as if trying to break free from the shackles of the sword.

But Ling Xiao didn't care about it.

The kendo that he merged was directly plundered from the white-robed swordsman.

To be honest, Ling Xiao doesn't know how the latter's cultivation has reached.

But when he came to the Four Wildernesses, his realm must be suppressed at the level of delusion.

In this way, it will not be resisted by Heavenly Dao.

One side of the world, one side of the rules.

Above the devastation, that is, the peak of the Four Desolations, you can ascend to the "immortal" and step on the holy state.

However, no matter what realm the swordsman was in during his lifetime, in short, the Dao of Kendo that Ling Xiao integrated was already a realm of great achievement.

If it hadn't been given to Ye Qingchan, it would have even been close to consummation.

It's not an exaggeration of course to attract the different phases of heaven and earth.

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In this way, it seems that he really unknowingly crushed a very powerful character to death.

Of course, Ling Tian didn't know what happened behind him.

At this moment, all his attention was focused on the Ancient Sword of Immortal Execution.

It's just that no matter how hard he tried, the sword seemed to grow in the path of the sword, and he didn't move at all when he used the Dao rules.

"Are you and I really missed!"

Ling Tian sighed, the exhaustion all over his body suddenly flooded like a river.

It's just that when it was dark in front of him and he was about to release his strength, a warm palm suddenly grabbed onto his hand.

It was a slender palm that was as white as jade, and the temperature on it instantly dispelled all the haze in Ling Tian's heart.

For a moment, he felt an inexplicable peace of mind.

Until he turned his head and saw that familiar face that was like a nightmare, haunting his mind for seventeen years! !