I'm Really a Villain!

The black coffin is engraved with a sword pattern, while the white coffin is filled with white clouds.

"Your Excellency, do you want to be immortal with my Heavenly Sword Sect today?" the Great Elder looked at Ren Pingsheng in the sky and asked.

"When he slaughtered my Ren family back then, did he think about staying alive?" Ren Pingsheng asked with a distorted face.

The devilish energy in his body was even stronger, and almost half of the sky was covered by black mist. He was like a demon king who was indifferent to the sky, just standing condescendingly, looking down at the entire Tianjianzong.

"Open the ancestral coffin." The Great Elder also knew that there was no room for relaxation, so he naturally didn't want to let the threat of Pingsheng go outside.

If Ren Pingsheng is not beheaded today, if he wants to take revenge on Tianjianzong in the future, the disciples of the sect will not even dare to step out of the sect.

……

The elders used a special method to wake up the ancestral coffin, and all the disciples of Tianjianzong bowed down.

"The ancestors founded the sect here in the past, defeated the powerful enemies, and the small ones, and then they were incompetent and disturbed the ancestors to sleep. I hope the ancestors will help us through this difficult time."

The Great Elder stood in front of the ancestral coffin and said with a sad expression.

He knew that every time the patriarch came out of the coffin, it would not only consume a large amount of dust and blood stones, but also consume several years of life.

For people whose lives are coming to an end, let alone a few years, even a few seconds are precious.

Following the words of the Great Elder, the white ancestral coffin beside him began to tremble.

Blossoming white clouds bloomed around the ancestral coffin.

"White clouds are blossoming, how sad.

How many years has it been? "An old voice came from the ancestral hall.

"Master Zu, it has been 200 years since you fell into a deep sleep," the Great Elder replied hastily.

Watching the ancestral coffin's coffin boards open little by little, Yue Buli's body trembled slightly.

He still remembered that rainy day, when the old man brought him into Tianjianzong, everything in his memory was so unforgettable.

One after another, white clouds filled the entire earth. When the white clouds spread out before their eyes, everyone was startled.

In the days of the Canggou, the clouds roll and the clouds relax, it seems that the past is like clouds and smoke.

The hostility in everyone's heart has gradually calmed down, and the world is in peace.

"This, could this be?" An old disciple who was paying attention to the battle in the distance was shocked and speechless when he saw such a vision.

"Patriarch Baiyun, who is known as Baiyun Sword Master, is the previous suzerain of our Heavenly Sword Sect," a disciple said with a trembling voice.

Sword Master Baiyun belonged to a figure hundreds of years ago. For many disciples, such a figure only existed in the historical records of the sect.

And when the real person appeared, many people couldn't help but get excited.

The coffin was completely opened, and an old man in a white robe with gray hair came out.

The old man does not have a domineering aura, he looks very indifferent, and he feels very kind when he smiles.

He held a fly whisk in his hand, like someone out of this world, even though he had been asleep for hundreds of years, his clothes were still spotless.

"If the white coffin is Patriarch Baiyun, what about the black coffin next to it?" A disciple asked suspiciously.

"Could it be?" Some disciples seemed to have thought of something, their eyes were wide open, and there was an expression of disbelief on their faces.

"Old Man Tianjian," someone said the name in a trembling voice.

Can't help these disciples not being shocked, it is really the old man Tianjian who has had too much influence on Tianjianzong.

Whether it was he who established the sect with his own hands, or the legend of the ancestor of Tianjian Peak who slashed a powerful enemy and split Wuming Peak with a single sword, they are deeply rooted in the hearts of the people.

A few weeping willows were blown by the breeze, and under the fluttering willow leaves, the black coffin began to tremble under the attention of everyone.

No.80 One Palm Heavenly Sword Patriarch

The moment the black coffin began to tremble, everyone's hearts seemed to be seized.

In the courtyard where the outer disciples lived, Chu Yang looked at the scene and asked curiously, "Teacher, who do you think will win?"

"I'm not sure, it depends on how much the inheritance of Emperor Tun Ri left behind," Mo Lao replied.

Sword intent filled the sky, and the space was divided into countless fragments.

The black coffin was also completely shattered by the sword intent, and then a middle-aged man in a golden robe came out.

The moment the middle-aged man walked out, it seemed as if the world was divided by the sword intent.

Holding a sword in his arms, the golden robe suddenly exploded in the cold wind, his sword eyebrows, and the same eyes were like two sharp swords.

He gave people the feeling that he was a sharp sword, showing his sharpness, and even many people dared not stare at him for too long.

It seems that after looking at it for a long time, there is a kind of pain in the eyes cut by the sword light.

"Master," Sword Master Baiyun looked at Old Man Tianjian and greeted with a smile.

"I thought my old bone was going to be buried in a dust and blood coffin, but I didn't expect that we would meet again," the old man Tianjian looked at Sword Master Baiyun and said with a smile.

He was very loud, and his laughter was deafening.

"I'm at a time when I hope we'll never see each other again," Sword Master Baiyun shook his head and smiled.

The two were sleeping in the coffin of dust and blood, and they would not be awakened unless the sect was in a life-and-death crisis.

And the meeting of the two again means that the incident has reached an irreparable point.

……

"I want to see who is invading my Heavenly Sword Sect," the old man Tianjian snorted coldly, looking up at the sky, with countless sword intents bursting out of his eyes.

"My God, it's the Patriarch of the Heavenly Sword, really the Patriarch of the Heavenly Sword." At this time, the Tianjianzong was completely fried.

Although it was just watching from afar, that figure seemed to be engraved in everyone's mind.

Seeing Old Man Tianjian and Sword Master Baiyun come out of the coffin, all the elders beside them greeted respectfully.

Sword Master Baiyun looked at Yue Buli who was at the side.

Yue Buli's body was trembling, with tears of excitement in his eyes, he came to the old man with great vigor.

"Master," he said slightly, looking at this old man who left a deep impression on his life.

He never dreamed that he would see his master again one day, and he would call this old man who took care of him like a father, "Master."

"Never leave, long time no see," Sword Master Baiyun said with a smile.

"Master, I have let you down," Yue Buli said sadly.

He failed to manage this sect well, and now he has attracted powerful enemies, and he has to spend his life to get out of the coffin with the founder of the Heavenly Sword Sect and his own master, to help him clean up this mess.

"No, you have been doing very well," Sword Master Baiyun shook his head and said, "Do you still remember what I told you?

Any reform and progress will be full of setbacks and tribulations.

And with it failure and destruction. "

……

"Everyone, are you done talking about the old days?" Ren Pingsheng stood high in the sky and said with a light smile, "It's really touching."

"Your Excellency is too rampant," the old man Tianjian stared at, the aura of the peak of the veins rushing like the sunset in a long river.

I saw that he slowly raised the long sword in his hand and slashed into the air. It was this ordinary sword that burst out a ten-meter-long Tiangang sword intent.

The black mist dissipated, and the space seemed to be cut in half.

Ren Pingsheng knocked out the sword intent with one punch, but his right hand trembled slightly, numb from the shock of the sword.

"Anyway, it's the time of the sect's life and death, so there's no need to pay attention to the heroism of going it alone," the old man Tianjian glanced at Sword Master Baiyun.

The two looked at each other and nodded.

Then they went to attack Ren Pingsheng together. At this moment, they didn't care about their reputation, but chose to besiege.

Before they fell asleep in the coffin of dust and blood, they were also well-known figures.

Two people go to besiege one person, they are not ashamed in their hearts, but at this moment, they have abandoned their reputation, and everything they do is only for the sect.

……

The old man Tianjian walked in the air, and every time he took a step, the sword intent on his body became stronger.

When he stepped into the air and faced Ren Pingsheng far away, the sword intent on his body had already condensed into the shape of a long dragon.

The dragon howled in the wilderness, tearing apart the sky and frightening the sky.

As for the White Cloud Sword Master, he took every step of the white cloud, as if everything in the world was evolving as the clouds gathered and dispersed.

With the autumn wind bathing his body, he is like a hermit who does not touch the fireworks of the world.

A whisk was waved lightly, and Wugeng Void fell into fragmentation and silence.

The three of them faced each other from a distance, and their momentum was faintly connected.

Ren Pingsheng used the Sun Swallowing Demon Fist, each punch was wide open and closed, and the demonic energy was surging, as if it was about to smash the entire sky.

As for the old man Tianjian, his Tiangang Sword Intent was used with great proficiency, and his long sword pierced through the silent void with an aura like the sea, so he could handle Ren Pingsheng's attack with ease.

As for the White Cloud Sword Master, when he waved his dust whisk, the white clouds condensed into mountains and mountains, and every attack seemed to be light and light.

But when Ren Pingsheng touched his whisk, the force almost knocked him flying.

……

Under the attack of Old Man Tianjian and Sword Master Baiyun, it didn't take long for Ren Pingsheng to be unable to support himself.

His black robe was torn, and his body was covered with dense scars.

Although he still gritted his teeth and persisted, it already seemed very reluctant.

The old man Tianjian saw the right time, and with a shocking sword light, he directly slashed at Ren Pingsheng's abdomen.

Ren Pingsheng quickly dodged, the black clothes were completely smashed, and before he could heave a sigh of relief, the fly whisk of Sword Master Baiyun hit him on the back.

He only felt an irresistible force coming from behind, and then the whole person fell directly to the ground.

With a "boom", Ren Pingsheng's body smashed a deep hole in the ground, dust flew up, and the ground trembled.

The ground was already devastated, and several cracks were added.