I’m Really a Villain

"I once watched the tide and ebb and flow, the clouds rolled up and clouded off, I watched the beginning of the day and returned to Furan to create the" Three Shots "," Zhang Xianjun Qi Yuxuan, with a spear in hand, it seems that the whole person's momentum has changed.

He seemed to be like a spear, with a sharp edge, torn the whole sky.

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

When his words just fell, his body seemed to be like a row of mountains, and all of them pressed towards Xu Zimo.

Seems to want to succumb to the soldiers without fighting, and wants to crush Xu Zimo from the momentum.

Xu Zimo smiled, letting that wave of impulse like a violent Peng Bai wave, one wave after another came towards himself.

He was calm and unaffected from beginning to end.

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

Zhang Junjun's face sank, and he quickly waved the spear in his hand, and pierced towards Xu Zimo directly.

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

The tip of the spear appeared endless brilliance, it seemed that the white thorn pierced the darkness, and at the dawn, everything was silent.

With the hope of dawn and infinite reverie, the white brilliance magnified in front of Xu Zimo's eyes.

"Some meanings," Xu Zimo smiled with interest, and did not dodge. The Ba Ying in his hands was too lazy to pull out.

He took the scabbard and filled it with a breath of silence, which was cultivated from the original "Death of Death" by the Three Swordsmen.

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

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

But with such a gentle touch, the weakest part of the whole pulse technique seems to be broken.

Baimang dissipated in an instant, the whole spear shivered, 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 Xu Zimo.

This style is blazing with the blazing sun, and the golden light is everywhere, 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 brilliance, you can sacrifice everything.

With this style, Zhang Xianjun has no way out. He must break all obstacles in the extreme madness, or he can only destroy himself in Yu Guang's struggle.

Watched the golden sun rising slowly, and the full of enthusiasm poured towards him.

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

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

But in this style, Zhang Xianjun had no retreat. He looked at Xu Zimo and drew a semicircle upward with the spear in his hand.

The dark red gun gas was burning 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 taken 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 sprinkled all its own light into the world, and wanted 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 sky is seen at dusk alone, and the sunset and the sunset merge in the darkness.

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

Withered and intertwined with Geng Geng shattered, this shot seemed to end everything and bring 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's distant and high words before the battle seemed to sound in everyone's ears again.

"I have watched the tide rise and fall

Observe the beginning of the day to Furan,

Looking at 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 watch ... …… End. "

This type of shooting method fell, the entire space was compressed and exploded by endless airflow, the airflow scattered on both sides, and it was broken into countless air arrows.

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

Since his rebirth, he has only exhibited one trick of sword-drawing, which can also be called sword-drawing. This style wins over speed, not strength.

In his previous life, he also created countless pulse skills, but some pulse skills gradually disappeared as his cultivation practice increased.

But there are still a few sets of pulse skills that have been with him for a lifetime, even in the final divine realm, they are still powerful.

He named this pulse technique "Nineteen Questions".

This set of swordsmanship has 19 styles ~ www.ltnovel.com ~ The first style starts at the end of the day. This style is very common, so common that it is like a kid's playful, casual and unruly.

Two types of floating blue ping, 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.

Three types of battles,

Four types of counter-currents go straight up.

………………

Xu Zimo's set of nineteen styles, the first few styles are not so powerful, and they are not even as good as some Xuanji pulse techniques.

Perhaps to be precise, the previous 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 five types of seeds germinate.

After the front of the brew reaches a top, the power of this set of swords is almost doubled.

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

…………

The spear and the scimitar can't stand, 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.

"Five winds are flying!"

When those words fell gently, it seemed to contain the power of Wanjun.

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

Under the blessings of the previous four types, it seems like Mobei gusting through the wind, annihilating sand and dust sweeping the earth.

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

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