I am a True Villain Chapter 73: Sword intention

　　Yan Buhui's face became paler because of excessive blood loss. He knelt on the ground, apparently no longer fighting.

　　 "Give up," Xu Ren stepped forward and kicked Yan Buhui.

　　Yan Buhui's body hit the iron chain next to it, and the two long swords in his hand fell simultaneously.

　　Xu Ren stepped forward, stepped on the long sword of Yan Buhui, and then bent down to pick up his long sword.

　　Outer Sect Great Competition is not allowed to hurt the opponent’s life, although there are uncertainties in the test, and occasionally there will be mistakes.

　　 But in the current situation, Yan Buhui has no power to resist, and Xu Ren is naturally not good for the killer.

　　Not to mention the elder Outer Sect supervising next to him.

　　 Watching his long sword stepped on his feet by Xu Ren, Yan Buhui's eyes were red, and he didn't know where his strength was, but he rushed towards Xu Ren.

　　Xu Ren was taken aback by the opponent's posture, and subconsciously stepped back two steps.

　　 saw that Yan Buhui picked up his long sword and gently wiped the footprints of the sword body.

　　 "What is this guy doing?" The disciples underneath whispered and didn't seem to understand his approach.

　　 For Yan Buhui, there is one person and one thing in his life that cannot be let down.

　　 is his own mother, and he does not allow anyone to slander.

　　Mother died of illness when he was young. In fact, it was not a serious illness. For a large family such as Huang Family, a single pill medicine can be cured.

　　 But those people just don’t care about anything by default. At that time, he was only seven years old and saw his mother leave like this.

　　 At that time, he vowed to become a man, to destroy the entire Huang Family and to be fair to his mother.

　　 As long as one thing is his own sword, after his mother died, this sword became his only reliance.

　　 He has no friends, and he doesn’t need those shit, the only thing that accompanies him is this sword.

　　This sword is not just like a brother and a good friend. Whenever he holds the hilt, he is full of infinite hope and confidence.

　　 That is his own power.

　　 And now, this sword is stepped on by others.

The blood on 　　 is still flowing, even the entire sword is covered with blood.

　　The blood-red looks shocking, Yan Buhui can obviously feel his head dizzy, and the vision in front of him is also a little blurry.

　　Yan Buhui slowly lay on the contest stand, his ears roared, and the surrounding sounds began to become noisy.

　　 "However, garbage, waste," he seemed to be able to vaguely hear the disdain of those around him.

　　 The sorrow of the long sword, Yan Buhui can feel the emotion of his sword.

　　When he was very young, he could feel the emotion of his sword. When he grew up, he realized that it was the spirituality of martial tool that he accidentally activated.

　　……………

　　's eyes are getting blurred, and his eyelids are getting heavy.

　　Yan Buhui just looked at the mourning long sword so calmly that he could feel the passing of his vitality.

　　He suddenly remembered a lot. From the first day he got the sword, he couldn't put it down.

　　Especially after his mother left, he slept with his sword every day, almost the sword did not leave.

　　 They have spent countless years together,

　　 also spent countless days and nights,

　　 once watched the moon together, laughed together, grew together,

　　He also confided all his voice to the sword.

　　…………

　　 "The soul is weak, he is not a cold-blooded weapon, but my good brother, how can he be trampled on his feet!"

　　Yan Buhui's mouth smiled with relief, and he remembered the days when the night was long and the sword was his companion.

　　 Suddenly, there seemed to be an aura of light rushing from the back spine to his head, and he was completely stunned.

　　"What is a sword?"

　　 Thunder blew in Xintian, Yan Buhui's mind was blank, and he had never been so clear in his life at this moment.

　　 The line of sight in front of him seemed to be turned into a gray fog, the sound of the ears rumbled endlessly, and Jianguang intertwined countless stripes in his mind.

　　 "I ride the wind and ride on the skies,

　　 Portable three-foot Longquan sword! "

　　In the outside world, the long sword began to tremble slightly, a plume of sword qi pervaded him.

　　When the sword qi twined, the thunder exploded, and the mist dispelled, Yan Buhui also slowly stood up.

　　Everything is powerful, not only flowers and trees, but also heroes and heroes. Everything in the world has its own momentum.

　　 and the sword also has its own sword power. When the momentum condenses together and the sight in front of you is unprecedentedly clear, Yan Buhui seems to see something different.

　　"Italian,

　　 That is sword intention. "

　　……………

　　 "Is this over?" The disciples underneath whispered.

　　 "The newcomer doesn't know the sky is thick, killing him, let him know that this Outer Sect is not a place where he can be free."

　　 "Dare to challenge Xu Ren brother, I thought he had much ability."

　　 "Mediocre, I have expected this ending."

　　Xu Ren saw that Yan Buhui looked like a dead dog, shook his head secretly, and was about to kick him off to Wutai, ending this contest~IndoMTL.com~realm The gap was not so easy to cross, he was also in his youth Tianjiao, the first to enter Sacred Sect, exposed.

　　 But the most indispensable thing in the world is Tianjiao. The true strong must have a sense of awe, and the talent who can reach the end is the real winner.

　　 At this time, I saw a sword qi split towards Xu Ren.

　　Xu Ren froze for a moment, on the side of his body, slightly avoiding the attack of sword qi, he looked forward.

　　 I saw countless numbing sword qi wrapped around Yan Buhui, and the young man who was already dying had picked up his long sword and struggled to stand up.

　　Yan Buhui only feels that he has the ambition to eliminate the evil spirit Heaven and Earth.

　　His pupils shrank, and a breath of cool air was sucked back into his brain from the back spine, and his aura exploded like Ruyan in his thoughts.

　　 Sword power is dispelled, the seeds full of heart are planted inside, his body is getting stronger and stronger, quite a bit the rising wind forebodes the coming storm.

　　 The long sword whispered happily in his hands. Countless sword intentions covered the entire Biwutai like a row of mountains and seas. He opened his eyes slightly, and there were endless sword qi scouring and bursting out.

　　 "This, this is?" Xu Ren changed his face, and subconsciously stepped back two steps, watching the endless sword qi floating in the sky.

　　Yan Buhui slowly waved his long sword, and countless sword qi seemed to find the pour spout, all flew towards Xu Ren.

　　Xu Ren looked at the scene where the Biwutai was full, like a sword prison, he knew he could not escape, and quickly raised his sword to meet him.

　　 "Clang" sounded, the long sword sparks splashed, Xu Ren only felt the numbness of his hands shaking.

　　 His face was horrified, his forehead was cold and sweaty, there were obviously several small realm gaps between the two, but this was just a sword qi that he could only barely take over.