I'm the villain in the book

Chapter 460

"boom!!!!"

The falling moon and thousands of stars are not too low, and the sky is filled with turbulent waves.

When a beam of silvery sword energy fell from the dark moon and swept across the entire army, the golden dragon's head also smashed into the army formation, blasting dozens of stunned soldiers into the air.

Although dozens of people were killed with one move, Wei Changtian did not continue to "expand the results of the battle", but just stood there in a daze.

The same goes for the tens of thousands of people in front of him.

Endless torches were blazing in the twilight, and the entire official road, from east to west, everyone held their breath and looked up at the sword energy like waves, their eyes full of fear and trembling .

Because in this sword qi, they can truly feel an ancient and vast order, a vast and distant majesty.

If you say a little more exaggeration.

It was like a sword from God.

With a round moon on your shoulders, your body is bright and bright.

Pick the moon sword.

Wei Changtian recognized what this move was almost the moment he saw the sword energy.

After breaking through the third rank, his sense of "momentum" became more acute, so he immediately felt the majestic aura contained in this move, unique to the moon-raising sword.

So...is it Qin Zhengqiu? ! !

If the old man hadn't lied to himself, then there are only three people in the world who can pick up the Moon Sword.

And unless Lao Zhangtou returns to the second peak peak, it is absolutely impossible to perform such a powerful move.

Therefore, in Wei Changtian's view, this person could only be Qin Zhengqiu.

It's just that even for Qin Zhengqiu, all this is still too unbelievable.

At that time in Fengyuan, Wei Changtian had personally seen Qin Zhengqiu use Lao Zhangtou's long sword to slash the moon-picking sword move that was close to Dzogchen.

Reasonably speaking, that should already be the greatest power of the Moon Moon Sword.

But looking at it now, the power of that sword at that time was not even half that of the current sword.

Although there is no evidence, Wei Changtian has an extremely certain feeling——

With this sword, no one below the first rank can stop it.

No, it's no longer an unstoppable issue.

It should be said that apart from the two possible first-rank and true immortals in the mouth of the remnant soul of the Xuantian sword, there is no one in the world who can survive under this sword
Could it be that this is the true power of martial arts rated as "immortal level" by the system?
But why was Qin Zhengqiu able to display it?

It is only three months since Feng Yuanyi left. In such a short period of time, Qin Zhengqiu has already practiced Moon Moon Sword from "Pure Green Realm" to "Great Perfection"?

You must know that Lao Zhangtou's kendo talent is already top-notch, but this process took ten years.

So, why did Qin Zhengqiu do it in only three months?
What did he do during these three months?And why did he still not show up even though he had already "achieved a great achievement"?
More importantly, is he still the original him?

"."

The gravel collapsed under his feet, and his figure retreated rapidly.

Wei Changtian held on to the Qingjue jade pendant tightly and dodged backwards, at the same time looking past the "moon light", looking for something in the sky.

However, the night sky was empty, and no one had appeared.

"Grandpa!!"

After hesitating for a moment, Wei Changtian suddenly shouted towards the vast night above his head.

The moonlight is still there, and the galaxy is scattered.

As expected, he got no response.

But I don't know if it was an illusion, but the speed of the sword energy seemed to be a little faster suddenly.

Then, accompanied by Wei Changtian's final sound, it fell from the sky like a stormy wave, drowning countless humble and dazed ants from west to east.

Such a sword is already difficult to describe in words.

If I have to say it, maybe there are a few lines of poems that have been used badly in the previous life, which can barely express one ten-thousandth of the shock.

Gujiao Jietianjia is cold, and the wind oscillates in the sea and mountains in autumn.

A full house of flowers drunk three thousand guests, a sword of frost and cold fourteen states.

This sword can flatten mountains and seas and stop millions of soldiers
"."

Among the frost glow, at least [-] people disappeared under the sword before they even had time to utter an exclamation and howl.

Including the dumbfounded Liu Guang, the thoughtful Wei Changtian, and the dazed Xu Suisui.

"Crack!"

"Crack!"

The subtle sound of jade shattering resounded almost simultaneously up and down the mountain, and immediately two clusters of green light appeared and then disappeared.

The Qingjue jade pendants that were triggered successively teleported Wei Changtian and Xu Suisui to unknown places in an instant.

And just before the teleportation, a voice sounded in their minds.

【Ding!Congratulations to the host for successfully plundering part of the luck of the Son of Heaven "Ning Yongnian", reward system points: 150]

【Ding!Congratulations to the host for successfully changing part of the plot, reward system points: 500]

【.】

"."

"Escape! Run away!!!"

After more than ten breaths, the chaotic and terrified shouts finally sounded belatedly.

Although counting those killed by Wei Changtian before, the total number of people killed in the Zhenshan Camp was less than [-], accounting for only about [-]% of the total number.

But looking at the "vacuum zone" of more than a hundred feet in front of him, I am afraid that no one can keep calm at this time.

Chasing the rebels and making meritorious deeds to kill the enemy have been forgotten
With the main general already dead in battle, all the remaining soldiers of the Zhenshan Battalion had only one thing on their minds——

That is to run for your life.

For a moment, the crowd rushed backward desperately, even a little faster than when they came.

And they were only concerned with running for their lives in a panic, so naturally they didn't notice the black shadow slowly falling from mid-air in the distance.

"Hoohoo!"

The night wind was mixed with bloody smell, blowing the black robe violently.

It was Qin Zhengqiu whom Wei Changtian hadn't found just now.

A move of the "Indiscriminate Fire Coverage" Moonlight Sword ended up "killing" his grandson as well. Normally speaking, this should be caused by his inability to fully control this move.

However, if Wei Changtian was still "alive" and saw Qin Zhengqiu's expression at this moment, he might have another guess in his heart.

This grandfather of mine may have done it on purpose.

"."

Blood has covered the loess, and severed limbs and broken armor can be seen everywhere.

Qin Zhengqiu walked expressionlessly in the pool of blood step by step, and then stopped at the place where Wei Changtian disappeared.

He looked up and looked around, then looked back silently.

The half-white long hair covered most of his face, but it couldn't cover the struggling and painful eyes.

"Grandson, grandson."

Suddenly, a hoarse voice echoed in the night sky.

Right now, there is no one alive in the hundreds of feet around except Qin Zhengqiu, so this sentence can only come from him.

But if combined with his actions and demeanor at this time, the call seemed a bit inconsistent, as if there were two completely different souls in this body.

In the previous life, this is undoubtedly a typical "schizophrenia".

These days it is generally referred to as "infatuation".

Although old Zhangtou once advised "don't make illusions real", Qin Zhengqiu didn't seem to listen.

And judging from the power of the moon-picking sword move just now, he should be very close to Yipin now.

However, today's "Qin Zhengqiu" is actually no longer satisfied with breaking through to the first rank.

What he really wants is Dengxian.

This is not whimsical, because he has found a way to "become a fairy"
"Shh!"

As if in the blink of an eye, the black shadow disappeared in place.

The bright moon in the sky has returned to normal, and the moonlight shines on the mountain of corpses and sea of ​​blood, adding a layer of desolation and absurd softness to this purgatory-like scene.

The ashes of the catastrophe fly away all the past and present, how many masters dream of immortals.

(End of this chapter)