Our Villains Don't Want To Be Stepping Stones

Chapter 2047 Please bear with me

"Um?

Qi Huan, stop dreaming, my Jiang Dynasty will not be your Qi vassal. "

Jiang Yang frowned slightly and protected the golden-robed girl behind him.

Even if he fell into such a predicament, at this time, he was still in the peak of the emperor's power, and he was not afraid.

even! !

With Jiang Yang's genius and talent, as long as he is given another hundred years, he will surely lead Jiang Chao to real glory.

Unfortunately, this truth is understood by others.

The Eight Dynasties join forces to besiege Jiang Dynasty!

Even if Jiang Yang devised a strategy, he was unable to speak alone and fell into a state of death.

Even so, the monarch of the Jiang Dynasty was still not humble.

The only thing he couldn't let go of was the younger sister who had been with him since childhood.

"Jiang Yang, you should understand that the reason why I broke the city first is to... give you a chance, otherwise you will have no chance to choose if any monarch comes here."

Qi Huan sighed lightly, with sadness in his eyes.

He and Jiang Yang were close friends and regarded each other as confidants.

only!

The general situation of the world cannot be controlled by Qi Huan alone. If he does not lead the army, the Qi Dynasty will also face the current situation of the Jiang Dynasty.

"You don't have to say it, I, Jiang Yang, swear to death! I only hate, I wish I could have been born a hundred years earlier, otherwise it would not be me, Jiang Yang, but you who will destroy the dynasty today."

Jiang Yang snorted coldly, then turned to glance at the girl behind him, "A Xuan, remember what I said, go!"

"No, brother."

Can! !

Surprisingly, the golden-robed woman at this time suddenly had a serene smile on her face, and looked at Jiang Yang stubbornly.

"Brother, let me be your blade, invincible and invincible!"

"what?

Ah Xuan...you..."

Jiang Yang was stunned for a moment, then turned his head suddenly, but saw the girl behind him suddenly running towards the bronze oven.

Before he could react, the raging flames had swallowed her figure, blooming with an unparalleled radiance.

And on the pitch-black ancient sword, blood lines lingered all of a sudden, and the magic power was born.

"No!! Ah Xuan!!!"

A painful roar resounded through the entire imperial palace.

Immediately afterwards, a sword roar moved through the sky, causing the wind and clouds to shake, and the magic power surged.

In a short breath, the blue sky and the sun were completely covered, and the entire Jiang Dynasty fell into endless darkness.

And at the end of the darkness, a ray of blood quietly filled the air, poignant and beautiful.

I don't know how long ago, when Ah Xuan opened her eyes again, she could see that in front of the imperial palace, a figure was holding a blood sword, slaughtering the common people, and slaughtering all the enemy generals who invaded the imperial dynasty under the sword.

The blood stained his golden robe black, the corpses piled up into mountains, and that figure was gradually drowned by the sea of ​​people.

"Brother..."

Between heaven and earth, the haze dissipated, and a ray of light pierced the cloud dome and fell from the sky.

The black-robed youth turned his head wearily, and took a deep look at the girl in the distance.

Those clear and resolute eyes, like the deepest persistence in the world, pierced into Jiang Xuanyi's heart in an instant, and were engraved in her soul sea.

From the very beginning, she knew from the high priest that that piece of magic gold was the rarest sword embryo in the world.

However, if you want to polish it into a sword, you need her flesh and blood as a guide.

Although Jiang Xuanyi didn't know the reason, he remembered the last words of the high priest.

Feeding the sword with one's body is immortal.

The sword is cast, and Acacia will return. "Brother... I have raised my sword for Ten Thousand Years, why haven't you come back?"

Jiang Xuanyi's bright eyes trembled, and the gentle face in front of him gradually became clear.

Star eyes and sword eyebrows, immortal face is unparalleled.

At this moment, Jiang Xuanyi suddenly smiled, it seemed that she hadn't seen this face for a long time.

Even if he is close at hand, it is extremely vague.

But at this time, looking at that gentle and handsome face, all the worries in Jiang Xuanyi's heart disappeared.

"Brother, no matter how long it has passed... I will... wait for your return..."

Time passes, the sun and the moon change.

The original Jiang Dynasty has long been razed to the ground and turned into ruins.

In the vicissitudes of life, reincarnation and changes, only that shadow in a large blood coat, always standing at the old site of the ancient Jiang Dynasty imperial palace, overlooking the end of the sky.

She hated, hated the people of the eight dynasties for destroying her old dynasty and killing her imperial brother.

But, apart from hatred, she couldn't do anything, she could only guard the magic sword and wait for the day when her brother returned.

"Axuan."

until! !

That gentle and calm voice suddenly came from behind Jiang Xuanyi, and this Princess Jiang Chao's face finally became completely dull.

At this time, she didn't dare to look back at all, for fear that the face was not what she remembered.

"Axuan, I'm back."

A palm lightly touched her shoulder, Jiang Xuanyi finally mustered up the courage and turned his head slowly.

What she saw in her eyes was still that handsome and unparalleled face, especially the pair of dark and deep eyes, which gradually overlapped with the figure in her memory.

"Brother!"

In an instant, Jiang Xuanyi burst into tears like rain and fell into the arms of the young man, crying bitterly.

The corner of the boy's mouth, however, raised a sinister smile at this time, the blood moon in his eyes dissipated, and there was no wave in the ancient well.

Obviously, the current Ling Xiao has completely replaced Jiang Yang's identity, and has become the obsession that has been engraved in Jiang Xuanyi's heart for endless years.

This kind of obsession is far more terrifying than the soul imprint. It is a memory derived from the blood and soul.

Of course, the reason why Ling Xiao spent her time changing Jiang Xuanyi's memory was not just to control this half-emperor sword slave.

More importantly, her physique is extremely special, especially the kind of determination to feed the sword with her body, which has long been respected by Wan Jian.

Putting Jianzang into her body may have unexpected surprises.

That's right, Jiang Xuanyi has no divine body and no blood. The reason why she can control one hundred thousand sword souls and control the magic sword is because of this... perseverance.

Moreover, the ancient Jiang Dynasty priest once said that the magic sword was born, and the lovesick returned.

Does the meaning of this sentence mean that... Jiang Yang may have also awakened from reincarnation?

Jiang Yang?

Listen, with this name alone, is it possible that he has no luck on him?

"From today, you will follow me and be my... scabbard."

Ling Xiao got up and looked at the entrance to the Sword Prison with cold eyes.

The four ancient prisons are now in existence, and this ancient hell road is about to come to an end.

Next, as long as he passes the test of the second immortal building, he can set foot on the real immortal road.

The five cities on the twelfth floor are full of trials and tribulations. If you want to come here, those leeks who set foot on this road must be extremely tall and fat.

"You bear with it."

Ling Xiao turned his head and glanced at Jiang Xuanyi behind him, the corner of his mouth suddenly raised a touch of gentleness.

Immediately, before the latter could react, she saw an ancient sword falling from the sky above the void, directly inserting into the sea of ​​her flesh and soul.

"what!!"

The situation is turbulent, and all swords return together.

At this time, the entire immortal road was instantly set off by shocking waves.

Countless ancient swords came out of their bodies on their own, hanging in the void, making bursts of piercing and sad hums.