You've never seen such a righteous villain [Transmigration Book]

It wasn't Lin Yan, but Xiao Feng.

Not Qi Zehua, but Liu Qingkui.

Lu Qianchuan stared at Liu Qingkui's unmoving side face, and clearly heard his own brain buzzing, and even his ears buzzing.

Liu Qingkui was dressed in red, as blazing as a burning flame, but the expression on his face seemed to have been inherited from Lu Qianchuan, as cold as a block of ice that had just been dug out at the foot of Tianshan Mountain.

The red gold eyes that always had a bit of a smile covered the vast snow field, the wind and snow were overlapping, and the dark clouds covered all emotions.

His shoulders and back were stretched into a board, and the muscles on his face kept twitching, stubbornly pretending not to feel Lu Qianchuan's gaze, as if everything was irrelevant to him.

Xiao Feng's furious roar was like a battle drum for troops to be dispatched, and the spiritual weapons in the hands of all the monks suddenly shone brightly.

It takes only a moment to fight hand-to-hand.

All kinds of magic power and spirit flow together, and the magic soldiers and generals come out in full force, and the peace that has been whitewashed for more than 20 years in the world and the devil world is shattered into powder at this moment.

Luo Huayin smiled heartily while shaking his fan, and he didn't care about the cool wind blowing into his neck. He only looked at Lu Qianchuan who was fighting with a group of demon soldiers with interest.

At first glance, his movements are still flowing, but Luo Huayin can easily see that Lu Qianchuan's attack is far from smooth and natural when fighting against him in the illusion. It is obvious that his physical and spiritual strength have been exhausted to a certain extent, but Even so, the demons around him were defeated.

Lu Qianchuan was actually fighting by instinct.

His mind was chaotic, Fang Shinuo's aggrieved and shrinking face flashed for a while, and Qi Zehua's sometimes unnatural behavior flashed for a while.

Even in Luofeng City, his doubts about Shen Qingze surged into his heart one after another, mixed with the decisive back left by Liu Qingkui.

Why willow green sunflower?

As the only brother in the book who accompanied Lu Qianchuan to fight to the end, he has almost a natural affection and trust for Liu Qingkui.

He almost suspected everyone in the sect, but he didn't expect it to be him.

But Liu Qingkui was still mixed among the brothers of Wanlingzong, fighting against the demons.

How ironic.

If it weren't for someone with a discerning eye who knew about the internal disputes of Wanlingzong, there would be no doubt about Liu Qingkui's move.

It was just the white tiger howling and the howling of the wild beast, which was perfectly normal.

But at this juncture, this voice broke the 20-year calm and directly pushed the situation to the direction they least wanted to see.

At the same time, it was also the situation that Luo Huayin was most looking forward to.

Lu Qianchuan raised his head suddenly, and saw Luo Huayin on the city wall who hadn't made a move yet across the crowd.

This has been an inning from the start.

The chess player was on the city wall, and An Zi had already been buried in the Wan Ling Sect, but the shameful thing was that they didn't even find out.

He was already physically weak, and he had transferred most of his spiritual power to Mo Chenyuan on the island before. At this time, his mood was fluctuating, and his shots became more and more urgent, faster and faster, without any rules.

The few fellow students who were close were almost swept away by Jing Xing's sword light, and they all looked at the senior brother who suddenly lost control in surprise and panic, and were too frightened to call him out for a moment.

Just when they were hesitating, a red light suddenly inserted between Lu Qianchuan and several demons, separated the demons who wanted to bully them, and at the same time stopped Lu Qianchuan's movements.

Mo Chenyuan jumped behind him and cut with his backhand. Lu Qianchuan was directly locked behind Jing Xing's hand, and he held most of his body into his arms.

Si Ming circled the two of them in a circle, and all the demons who rushed up turned into dead souls under his sword light. Mo Chenyuan stood in the circle of dead souls and said softly: "Calm down."

He even saw signs of madness in his senior brother.

Lu Qianchuan's chest heaved violently, and an evil fire that had nowhere to vent was rushing back and forth in his chest cavity. His body was locked tightly by him, and he couldn't break free for a moment. His eyes were flushed with anxiety, and he turned his head and glared at Mo Chenyuan. .

Mo Chenyuan discovered that under such circumstances, he could see a bit of coquettish beauty from the face of his elder brother.

He was agitated in his heart, scolded himself a few words secretly, and almost gave himself a slap, calmed down, and said seriously: "Calm down, Master and the others are worried."

Hearing the word "Master", Lu Qianchuan's mood finally stabilized a little. Through the crowd, he saw Yan Zi'an who was blocking people from killing Buddhas over there.

Yan Zi'an's sword turned into a mass of corpses, clearing out an open space filled with demon soldiers. The rest of the demon soldiers stared at him fearfully, surrounding him, no one dared to step forward.

They didn't dare to go forward, but it didn't mean that Yan Zi'an would let them go. The Flowing Light Sword was worthy of its name, the sword was full of light, and Yan Zi'an held it in his hand, as gracefully as if performing a sword dance.

However, where the sword tip passed, there were corpses all over the place.

He took a moment to glance at Lu Qianchuan.

Just looking at each other, Lu Qianchuan calmed down strangely in Mo Chenyuan's arms, and murmured: "Master already knew..."

Mo Chenyuan didn't understand where they came from such a wonderful master-student relationship, and echoed: "Yes."

Lu Qianchuan looked up at him, and Mo Chenyuan was almost disarmed and surrendered immediately by the shattered confusion in his eyes, and directly confessed: "I just had a guess, and I'm not sure."

Yan Zi'an knew it, and Mo Chenyuan knew it too. Needless to say, Qin Yufeng probably kept this secret in his heart long ago.

Only he, from beginning to end, believed in Liu Qingkui wishfully.

Taking advantage of their lack of movement, some demons rushed over to seek death. Mo Chenyuan stabbed two of them to death with one sword, and then raised his leg to sweep a few away. Trust him, but since things have already happened, instead of entangled in the past causes, it is better to focus on the present results, and think about the future countermeasures by the way."

He paused, looked down into Lu Qianchuan's eyes, and said in a low voice, "This is what you once told me."

Lu Qianchuan stood quietly in his arms for a while, then took a deep breath suddenly, Jing Xing's blue light flourished, and in a blink of an eye he strung several demons who rushed up side by side into candied gourds.

Mo Chenyuan was right, his blind trust in Liu Qingkui, in the eyes of others, was just brotherhood.

He firmly believed in the ending he knew, and planted all the causes on the control of the plot of the original text, but he forgot that since he passed through, the plot had already changed beyond recognition, and even he, the author, did not know what would happen next What.

Everything is changing.

Shao Shu, who was supposed to be the backdrop, came alive in his body. Fang Shinuo did not become Hua Wenyue's scapegoat like in the original text. The relationship between him and Mo Chenyuan was not incompatible, but got along very harmoniously.

Even Mo Chenyuan, who is the core of the book, is not as suspicious and unapproachable as the protagonist in his impression.

Since everyone is changing, why can't Liu Qingkui change?

This was something he should have taken into consideration, but he forgot it with complete ease.

Jing Xing has probably never been so fierce as today, Lu Qianchuan raised his sword and dropped it, and his moves went straight to the vital point, with unparalleled precision and no mercy.

Shen Qingze mobilized the Holy Spirit Fire to make him a useless cover, while observing his state in the name of cooperating with him, he breathed a sigh of relief in his heart.

He was still worried that the elder brother would not be able to accept it for a while after he knew about it, but now it seems that he was worrying too much.

Sure enough, he is the elder brother of Wanlingzong!

The corners of Shen Qingze's mouth curled up, his face was full of spirits, and he was happier than his own kung fu.The flames of the Holy Spirit Fire ferociously devoured all the demons who came to seek death, showing that its master was trying to emulate his senior brother.

Another fire dragon flew out of his hands, he counted the time, and smiled even more, his eyes were full of ridicule towards Luo Huayin, a scumbag.

At the same time that his fire dragon ate another piece of the demon king, the shouts in the royal city were loud.

All the people fighting outside the city were shocked.

It's just that the monks shook because of excitement, and the demons shook because of shock.

Luo Huayin's hand shaking the fan paused, and the leisurely smile on his face disappeared instantly. He walked quickly to the end facing the city, his pale and alluring face was covered with clouds, and the viciousness in his eyes was about to turn into a poisonous thorn .

Yan Zi'an actually gave him a trick to cooperate with the inside and the outside, and the huge king's capital became his dumpling stuffing.

The expression on Liu Guangjian's face was very indifferent, and he didn't have any liking for the demon king who brought down Shao Shu's superior position. The one from the city was even worse than him, and his hatred and disgust were clearly shown on his face.

Lu Fengyi led another group of monks, echoing Yan Zian's people from a distance.

The four major cities of the demon clan, each based on the east, west, north, south, and four directions, cover the capital of the king. If the king is in trouble, the four cities will definitely help them as soon as possible.Luo Huayin laughed darkly twice, before the fireworks for communicating with the four cities were released, the lanterns on the east and south sides of the city wall suddenly lit up.

Two phoenix cries sounded at the same time, the fireworks from the two sides met in the air, and the letter with long tails floated in mid-air, looking at each other from a distance, bright red and dazzling, like the tears of a witch.

On the east and south cities that can be seen from the king's capital, the "Luo" flag that was fluttering in the wind was chopped off and replaced with a pure black king's flag.

The two gold-plated "Shi" characters were burned into everyone's eyes.

It is not only Yan Zi'an and Lu Fengyi who cooperate from the inside and the outside, but also Shi Qingxu who has endured humiliation and has been dormant for many years.

If the concubine does not surrender herself, who is called a hero?

Shi Qingxu was dressed in black clothes, with her hair tied back simply, standing on the top of the southernmost city wall, with a straight posture, as sharp as a sword that has been unsheathed.

The flowery face can hardly conceal the heroic spirit in her brows.

The mansion is about to fall, and with her slender female body, she stands among the broken walls and props up another dynasty.