I am a True Villain Chapter 64: Ask 19 styles

　　 "I once watched the tide and ebb and flow, and the clouds rolled into the clouds, I watched from the beginning to the beginning of the resurrection, and created the "Three Shots"," Zhang Xianjun Qi Yu Xuanang, with a spear in hand, it seems that the whole person's momentum has changed,

　　He seems to be like a spear, with a sharp edge, so that the whole sky will be torn apart.

　　His voice is high, with a momentum of straight forward, said loudly: "Please advise!"

　　 When his words just fell, the momentum on his body was like a row of mountains and seas, and they all pressed towards Xu Zimo.

　　 seems to want a soldier who surrenders without fighting, and wants to crush Xu Zimo from the momentum.

　　Xu Zimo smiled, letting that wave of impulsiveness seem like a violent wave of Bombay, and one wave after another hit him.

　　He is serene from beginning to end, unaffected.

　　 The momentum of the spear swelled, and then fell, and exhausted.

　　Zhang Xianjun's face sank, and he quickly waved his long spear, and stabbed at Xu Zimo directly.

　　 "The first form of three shots, one dawn."

　　 The tip of the gun is endlessly radiant, and it seems that the white thorn pierces the darkness. At dawn, everything is silent.

　　This style carries the hope of dawn, with infinite reverie, the white brilliance magnifies in front of Xu Zimo.

　　 "Some mean," Xu Zimo smiled with interest and did not dodge, and the Tyrant Shadow in his hand was too lazy to pull out.

　　He took a scabbard and filled a strand of Nirvana Qi on it. This dark black Nirvana Qi was cultivated from the original "Dying Out Art" of Great Emperor Three Blades.

　　 looked at the spear of the torn air of the spear, and the sharp point of the spear zoomed in front of him.

　　Xu Zimo waved the scabbard slowly, and hit the lance with such light flare.

　　 But just so softly, the weakest part of the whole Bloodline Technique seems to be broken.

　　Baimang dissipated in an instant, and the entire lance trembles. Zhang Xianjun's hands were numb with shock and almost threw the gun out.

　　 He quickly stepped aside and took a long deep breath, holding the body of the spear tightly.

　　 "The second method of three shots, the second scorching sun," Zhang Xianjun's face was awkward. He shouted again and killed him at Xu Zimo.

　　 This style is blazing with the blazing sun, and the golden light is shining like a big fireball bursting in front of your eyes.

　　 It stands for blazing and blazing, just like the fireworks on the platform, just for that moment of splendor, you can sacrifice everything.

　　 This style is used, Zhang Xianjun has no way out, he either breaks all obstacles in the extreme madness, or he can only destroy himself in Yu Guang's struggle.

　　 Watching the golden sun rising slowly, the full of enthusiasm pours towards him.

The air around 　　 melted a little bit, and Xu Zimo once again scabbed with a finger, and the sharp knife gas penetrated everything.

　　 The hot sun was instantly crushed by the knife gas, the light faded away, and the endless scrubbing and brilliance of the gunpoint became dim.

　　But in this style, Zhang Xianjun has not retreated. He looked at Xu Zimo and drew a semicircle upward with the spear in his hand.

　　 The dark red gun gas burned in the air, and a significant white mark was left in the space.

　　 "The third method of three shots, three dusks."

　　 If the first type of dawn is regarded as the beginning of dawn, the first day blooms, and all things wake up in silence, representing hope and light.

　　 Then the second type of scorching sun, which is like the noonday sun, reaches the hottest time of the day.

　　 It sprinkles all its own light into the world, and wants to bake, burn, blaze and annihilate the whole earth.

　　 The sun rises slowly, but in the end everything has its moment towards the final chapter.

　　Three evenings, probably expressing an end.

　　Everything is going to destruction, and the skyline is seen alone at dusk, and the sunset and sunset merge in the darkness.

　　 It went from one to hope, two came to fiery, and three went to destruction.

　　 withered and intertwined with Geng Geng shattered, this shot seems to put everything to an end, and everything to the end.

　　 This gun is nothing to Xu Zimo, but in the presence of those who have just stepped into cultivation, it seems that there is really a different kind of mood.

　　 They seem to really witness the beginning and end of the day.

　　Zhang Xianjun The distant and high words before the battle seemed to sound in everyone's ears again.

　　 "I once watched the tide and the ebb and flow, and the clouds rolled up,

　　Look at the beginning of the day to come back,

　　View the sea and the mulberry fields,

　　View the beginning of dawn,

　　Viewing the raging sun

　　View the sky reflecting the sky at dusk,

　　Watching the birds winding without the void,

　　 also watched...……End. "

　　 This type of gunfire falls, and the entire space is compressed and exploded by an endless air flow. The air flow is scattered on both sides, and it is broken into countless air arrows.

　　Xu Zimo smiled. He slowly pulled out the Tyrant Shadow in his hand. This shot was enough for him to be serious.

　　 Since his rebirth, he has only exhibited one trick, Sword-Drawing Technique, or Drawing Blade Technique. This style wins over speed, not strength.

In the previous life, he also created countless Bloodline Technique himself, but some Bloodline Technique gradually disappeared as his cultivation base grew.

　　 But there are still a few sets of Bloodline Technique that have been with him for a lifetime, even in the last God Vein Realm, they are still powerful.

　　He named this Bloodline Technique "Asking Way Nineteen Forms".

　　 This set of swordsmanship has 19 styles~IndoMTL.com~First type rise from the negligible. This style is very common. It is so common that it is like a kid’s playful, casual and unruly.

　　Second type floating duckweed, when the scimitar waved freely in front of everyone's eyes, everyone only heard the sound of "dong", as if something extraordinary was planted.

　　The scimitar collides with the spear.

　　The momentum above the spear is like a rainbow, it seems to destroy everything, but the machete is flat and flat, but it is as steady as Mount Tai.

　　Third type unscathed through a hundred battles,

　　Fourth type go upstream.

　　………………

　　Xu Zimo this set of Asking Way Nineteen Forms, the previous formulas are not terrible, even worse than some mysterious Bloodline Technique.

　　Perhaps to be precise, the first few formulas are all gaining momentum and accumulation.

　　 is like a seed, the first type is digging pits, the second type is sowing, the third type is watering, the fourth type is fertilizing, and the fifth type seeds are only germinating.

　　After the current brew reaches a top, the further the set of swordsmanship, the power is almost doubled.

　　Your power may easily destroy a seed, but it cannot shake a big tree in the sky.

　　…………

　　 The spear and the scimitar can't stand still, the sparks are splashing, and the endless air flow is broken.

　　Xu Zimo smiled indifferently at Zhang Xianjun and shouted the words gently in his mouth.

　　 "Fifth type flying gale!"

　　 When those words fell gently, it seemed to contain a great deal of power.

　　Zhang Xianjun's complexion changed a lot, and he wanted to avoid it, but it was too late.

　　 Under the four blessings in the front, it seems like the Northern Desert gusting winds blowing through, annihilating the dust sweeping the earth.

　　 A crazy, endless, invincible momentum blooms from the machete.

　　 The strong wind rolled up the red dust, the seeds........................ The ground was broken!