Our Villains Don't Want To Be Stepping Stones

"Want to go?"

Looking at Mo Wuya, who was severely injured by his own knife, a sneer suddenly appeared on Chu Tiancheng's face.

really! !

Dao Lao did not lie to me, this first-style sword technique alone can easily slash Mo Wuya, who is known as the first arrogant in the Western Xinjiang.

No matter how strong Ling Xiao is, how can he compete with my four-style swordsmanship? !

With his current strength, it is easy to kill Mo Wuya.

He came out with this sword, naturally, to... test the power of this sword art.

Unfortunately, he met an actor.

More importantly, this actor is acting with true feelings, not to cooperate with Ling Xiao.

This undoubtedly further improved his acting skills.

"Mo Wuya, you must die today!!"

"Om."

A strange humming sound resounded quietly in the hall.

I saw ghosts appearing in the blood in the sky, blocking Mo Wuya's retreat.

"Huh? This is..."

Mo Wuya's face turned pale, and he looked in horror at the blood shadows that surrounded him from all directions.

At this time, he could feel that these blood shadows seemed to be condensed by evil spirits, which were mixed with a ray of divine soul.

Mostly... the remnant of the soul who died under that bloody knife?

"Damn!! Chutiancheng, don't force me!!"

Infinite blood shadows fell from the sky, angered with blood, biting towards Mo Wuya.

Even with the latter's cultivation base, facing the countless blood shadows at this time, he felt a trace of hopeless fear in his heart.

even! !

Just as Mo Wuya waved his hand and smashed the blood shadows in front of him, the remnant soul of the blood mist that spread out was swallowed up by the remaining blood shadows and became stronger and stronger.

The whole hall was filled with the sound of ghosts crying.

And Mo Wuya's figure was finally drowned by the countless blood shadows, and he let out a painful roar.

In the void outside the hall, Ling Xiao looked coldly at the screams resounding below and...the bloody fluctuations that emanated.

At this time, he could also feel that most of these bloody ghosts were the souls of the dead that fell in the bloody knife.

In other words, it was not that Chutiancheng had cultivated magic arts and fell into the magic way.

But this knife is an evil soldier.

The Son of Destiny is indeed terrifying.

No matter where you go, you can find a spiritual treasure that suits you.

Chutiancheng repairs a sword, and in this magic miracle, there is an evil sword born.

If he were to cultivate a sword, the one he was holding in his hand at this time would be a peerless evil sword.

Of course, according to the normal version, no matter how evil this sword is, it is only a terrifying spiritual treasure, or even a hole card, when it falls into the hands of Destiny.

At most, these Sons of Destiny shouted angrily, the sword is innocent, the evil is the human heart! !

As long as my Dao Heart is strong, the evil intentions in this sword will not disturb my mind! !

Ding.

When Lingbao is in hand, I am still me, the light of the righteous way, loyal and righteous.

But unfortunately, he met Ling Xiao.

Before he got the sword, this Chutian Cheng Dao's heart was broken, so at this time... he had probably become a demon.

I, Ling Xiao, who kills demons, is a chivalrous man and a righteous man. The world should praise my virtues and spread my good name! !

"Om."

In the blood in the sky, there was a sudden flash of thunder.

In just a moment, the countless blood shadows let out bursts of evil screams, and they all retreated away.

At this time, Mo Wuya's aura was extremely sluggish, and the skin around his body no longer had an inch of integrity, which was extremely miserable.

"no, do not want!!"

Ling Xiao looked at the figure lying on the ground, struggling with closed eyes, raised his brows lightly, then raised his foot and kicked him in the face.

"Ah!! No! Huh?!"

Mo Wuya was in pain and suddenly opened his eyes.

What I saw was Ling Xiao's calm and indifferent face, but the blood shadows had retreated to several feet.

"Lord... Lord!!" Suddenly, Mo Wuya's eyes filled with tears. For the first time in his life, he discovered that this figure was so kind and majestic.

"Lord!!! You are finally here!!"

"Did, the Son of Destiny is grateful to the villain, the Great Demon King, congratulations to the Host for 500 points of looting luck and 5000 points for the villain."

"Did, the fate of the Son of Destiny is exhausted, and now you can get extra rewards for killing."

"Lord?"

Above the hall, Chu Tiancheng frowned slightly, stood up slowly, and glared at the boy in white below.

"Mo Wuya, you really don't have a thief's heart to die, you actually think that the devil who killed Yao'er is the master!!"

"Lord... hurry up... kill him!!"

Mo Wuya's expression changed, and he shouted loudly, but at this time, there seemed to be a hint of doubt in his eyes.

Why is there only one person from the Lord, what about the seven secret guards?

Gan?

Could it be that the Lord really believed my words, and only he can enter this hall?

Lord! !

I was wrong! ! I he...wrong! !

I will never dare to fool you again!

"Mo Wuya!! I really didn't see you wrong, you coward, you didn't plan to join forces with me to deal with Ling Xiao, but wanted to use my whereabouts to please your lord?"

Chu Tiancheng snorted coldly, looking at Mo Wuya with murderous intent in his eyes.

Not important anymore.

Nothing matters anymore!

From the moment I picked up that bloody knife, all the people in the fairy trail were damned!

You all have to be buried with my Yaoer! !

"That's right!! Chutian City!! If you have the vision, how could I join hands with you to deal with the Lord!!"

Mo Wuya's face changed, and he said righteously.

only! !

Just as he finished speaking, he suddenly felt a pain in his chest.

When he looked down again, he saw a pitch-black magic blade pierced through his heart and stabbed out horizontally.

"Push."

Mo Wuya turned his head hard and looked at the young man behind him, his face was clearly filled with a touch of doubt.

what happened?

My lord, I was almost executed by Chutiancheng for your sake, why do you... play your cards out of common sense?

I have prepared several sets of rhetoric to cover up what I have done today. Can't you give me a chance to speak?

But in the end, Mo Wuya never thought of why Ling Xiao suddenly killed him, and his body fell to the ground, blood soaking the bluestone.

"Dip! Congratulations to the Host for successfully killing the Son of Destiny and getting an additional reward: Holy Word Dao Ze (Xiansheng)."

"Destiny casting value: 2%."

"A drop of ancient unicorn holy blood."

"The Dao is a perfect opportunity."

"Geng Jin Dao is complete."

Ling Xiao smiled lightly and looked up at Chutiancheng.

At this time, the latter's face also showed a hint of surprise.

Just... kill?

Although this Mo Wuya's strength is not good, he still bears the name of a demon of Taoism.

With his help, Ling Xiao's chances of winning are undoubtedly better.

Can…

Hehe, it seems that the spokesperson of this god's ambassador is really arrogant and conceited.

Anyway, today, after all, you have to pay the price you deserve for your arrogance and cruelty.

"Ling Xiao, what Mo Wuya said, is it true? Yao'er really died in your hands?"

Chu Tiancheng took a deep breath, and there was a bit of bitter hatred on his resolute face.

"Is it important? Anyway, you'll see her soon."

Ling Xiao smiled indifferently, her white clothes shining brightly.

But the demonic intent in his eyes instantly made the temperature in the hall instantly chill.