I am a True Villain Chapter 1141: Wan Jian Zhuxian, lost.

Latest URL: "Speak up," the person next to him snorted coldly.

I saw that the palace lord of the Linjian Academy and the vice palace lord next to her looked at each other.

The two of them have absolute confidence.

Long ago in the Great Zhou Dynasty, there has been a legend of the Three Swords.

The so-called three swords are sword madness and nameless two swords.

Later they defeated the sword mad Li Zi, and they respected them throughout the Dazhou Swordsmanship. The Linjian Academy was also known as the strongest Swordsman Sacred Land.

So when it comes to kendo, they are not afraid of anyone.

"What do you think about this," the palace lord said: "If you win us, we two will do your thing.

Life is a bet, and if we win, as long as the sword canon, we can let you go safely, how about? "

"Accepted," Xie Changliu replied calmly.

As soon as he stepped, his figure was already standing on the competition platform, his body upright, like a sharp sword about to unsheath.

The men and women of Wuming Erjian looked at each other, and stepped onto the competition platform.

The palace lord drew his sword, and the scabbard on his waist made a "clang" sound, and the long sword was shining with blue light.

I just heard him say indifferently: "This sword is named Canghe, weighs 36 kilograms, and has a length of 38 centimeters. It is one of the ten famous swords in my hometown."

The deputy palace lord next to her also stood up with a sword drawn, her slender figure covered by a robe.

She glanced over Jian Ying, and also said: "This sword is named Cheng Ying, weighs 26 jins, and is 36 centimeters long. The direction of the sword is invincible."

The two nameless swords drew their swords, and the sharp sword intent continued to merge.

Swing straight up, turning into a huge torrent of swordsmanship, completely shattering the void above.

The eyes of the two are like swords, and their figures are like swords.

Xie Changliu's face was calm, he even took out the scabbard.

The sword is not out of its sheath, the sword intent is already surging into the sky, and he calmly said: "You don't need to draw your sword to kill you."

Anonymous Erjian glanced at each other, both with a cold snort.

The two figures left and the other right, sandwiching towards Xie Changliu and killing them.

It's like two sharp swords unsheathed, setting off a sword storm in the sky.

Xie Changliu is not in a hurry, his figure retreats backwards, not fast, but dodging just right.

Two long swords flew across his chin, and flew behind his head, pinching him in the middle.

Xie Changliu picked up the scabbard and flew the sword in front of him directly. The scabbard drew a half circle in the void and directly hit the opponent's chest.

The three figures are separated.

Just a simple test, you can see the level of swordsmanship.

"Kill," Wuming Erjian glanced at each other and said softly: "Sword Cloud Storm."

I saw their swords crossed, and their figures were spinning quickly.

A steady stream of sword intent condensed all over the body, and finally formed a dust storm condensed by sword qi.

The sword qi sandstorm swept through everything and killed Xie Changliu.

Xie Changliu's eyes are deep, he holds the hilt in both hands, and the endless sword intent is condensed in the palm of his hand.

Finally rushed into the scabbard, with a great range of movements, and a sword intent that cut the sky burst out from the scabbard.

At that moment, the roar sounded continuously from my ears.

I saw the scabbard burst out sword qi dozens of meters long, and the sandstorm was directly cut in half.

sword qi dissipated at the same time, and the three figures separated again.

Wuming Erjian's face is solemn, although they are only a few tricks, they are obviously at a disadvantage.

"One move will determine the outcome," Xie Changliu said lightly.

"Your kendo... is too weak."

The two Wuming Two Swords stared, and there was a vaguely murderous look.

For a true swordsman, the sword is more important than life, and Xie Changliu's words have already violated their inverse scales.

The two slowly raised their hands, Cang He Jian and Cheng Ying Jian raised at the same time, the swords crossed the top of their heads, cyan and blue spiritual energy diffused out.

I saw the two holding their hands together, and the two swords melted into one in an instant.

A blue thunder flashed from the sword, accompanied by waves of electric arcs.

"Nine days of thunder," the two yelled, and countless thunder fell down, covering a void above their heads.

The sound of "Cracking" sounded, and the two of them disappeared. What appeared in front of them was just a series of thunders that ruined the world.

"Your swordsmanship is too clumsy. You just want to seek a sword canon, but you don't face your own background," Xie Changliu said.

"Even if the sword canon is given to you, it will be violent."

"Shut up," a roar came from the thunder.

Xie Changliu held the saber horizontally in front of him, and slowly pulled out the blade.

A gloomy sword light flashed, his long hair flew, and the endless sword qi wiped the void everywhere.

With a wave of the sword, supreme mighty power descends on the sword.

Li Zi underneath said with emotion: "The kendo that has been left for now has reached the stage it is now."

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Xu Zimo smiled. In terms of Kendo alone, Xie Changliu is worthy of the name Sword God.

It's just that he has too much concern in his heart, which makes the sword never get his heart.

Now that the woman's death has broken Xie Changliu's last shackles.

Thousands of years later, either dying in the Nether Realm or saving the ghost of his lover are nothing more than these two choices, so he has long been fearless.

The sword intent is like a running horse, and it can't stop the eruption.

The Thunder Sword Intent of Wuming Two Swords was suppressed, and the original aggressive Thunder couldn't move.

Can only dodge the surrounding sword qi continuously.

"It's impossible to lose to you, I'm not convinced," a roar came from the thunder again.

"Wan Jian Zhuxian."

The original blue and white thunders turned into dark yellow thunders, as if their power had increased several times.

The same endless sword intent burst out from the thunder and killed Xie Changliu.

Xie Changliu's eyes were dull, walk in the sky, no matter how much the sword intent these killed.

When he touched his body, he was instantly assimilated and used by him.

Turn the sword intent of others into your own.

"How could this happen, how could this happen," the voice in the Thunder was a little incredulous.

"All said, you don't understand swords," Xie Changliu flashed, and the next moment, the long sword in his hand pierced into the thunder.

A violent explosion of "boom" sounded ~IndoMTL.com~ In this valley, it spread far and wide, shattering the competition platform under our feet, and also suffered heavy losses on both sides of the valley.

Many elite disciples in the Linjian Academy are inevitably affected, and each and everyone vomits blood.

The thunder dissipated, and the figure of Wuming Erjian flew upside down.

"You lost, according to the test, now I have the final say on your lives," Xie Changliu replied lightly.

Anonymous Erjian had panic in his eyes, and his seriously injured body struggled to dodge towards the rear.

Xie Changliu sounded step by step, raising the long sword in his hand.

"Keep people under the sword," At this moment, a very high-pitched voice came from a distance.

Then dragon roar mixed with Ma Ming came over.

Not far away, one by one Longma Tread the sky came.