Fantasy script: I am the villain of destiny

Holding the Bamboo Divine Sword, Ye Xuan rubbed the hidden nine lines on the sword body and looked back and forth, before he knew it, it was already early morning.

A roar hit, and then, Holy Spirit Slash and the man disappeared at the same time, the man had no time to show a horrified expression, and was turned into nothingness by the Holy Spirit.

At this time, Hai Lao's voice came from outside the door. Ye Xuan looked at the bamboo sword in his hand, and then looked at the direction of the house door.

"Hahaha, I didn't expect Ye Xuan to have such a perception! I really admire it!"

"I'm afraid it's not enough to capture my old Hai Lao with the strength of the three of you!"

Ye Xuan smiled faintly, the bamboo sword vibrated for a while, and then slashed forward with an energy light slash. , a cold voice came out.

Opening the door, Ye Xuan's vicissitudes of life came into view. After two years of running and fleeing, Ye Xuan found out that Hai Lao had grown old, and his gray hair was spreading. How could he have the style of Hai Lao in Jiuxiao Continent in the past.

Thinking of this, the man wanted to retreat. But the speed of the Holy Spirit Slash was too fast, and before he could move, the Holy Spirit Slash slashed at him fiercely.

"Holy Spirit Slash!"

At this time, some people from the Holy Clan appeared in his mind, and Ye Xuan's eyes became a little cold.

"You... your landscape imprint has been opened?"

As the words fell, a man wearing a holy clan uniform came out of the grass behind Ye Xuan and looked at Ye Xuan with a playful expression.

This man and the three ancient sages of the holy clan originally discussed that the three ancient sages should lead Hai Lao away, and he came to deal with this waste that has not opened the landscape seal. After all, they still dare not touch the strength of the dignified Jiuxiao Continent Hai Lao. So they let the man shoot Ye Xuan.

The man's eyes were full of wonder. He knew that Ye Xuan was seriously injured by the Holy Emperor Qingdi. He thought it was a miracle that Ye Xuan survived. He didn't expect that Ye Xuan would be able to open the landscape imprint again to practice.

"Boom!"...

But Ye Xuan is the inheritor of the divine bone of the sword god. In addition, the bamboo sword is an ancient holy soldier, so he can't do it all by normal theory. Ye Xuan put away his expression, put on a smile, and quickly came to the door. forward.

The Old Sage who was knocked into the air patted his chest and coughed violently a few times. This was the Taixu Old Sage of the Saint Race.

"Humph! What if the imprint of landscape is opened, I don't believe it, my dignified third-level disciple of the Saint Realm is not as good as you, a waste who has just regained his strength!"

The man was shocked for a while. He could see that the Ye Xuan in front of him was no longer the Ye Xuan he imagined. Ye Xuan's strength was far superior to him.

"These goddamn chops!"

It was another violent impact, and a figure flew out in an embarrassed manner.

At the same time as that energy fluctuation appeared, Ye Xuan felt another aura that disgusted him slowly approaching him. Although he restrained his energy very well, how could he escape from Sword God's perception? ever?

"Exactly, then use your blood to open the edge of my bamboo sword!"

Withdrawing his gaze, Ye Xuan's gaze shifted to the direction that Hai Lao was heading towards. There was a sound of energy colliding, and Hai Lao had already dealt with the three ancient sages.

The man shouted loudly, the energy of heaven and earth gathered in the palm of his hand, and then slapped it out with a palm, Ye Xuan smiled lightly, and folded his hands together.

But he might not believe that he died. He just died in Ye Xuan's hands. Ye Xuan made a random move, and the bamboo sword fell into his hand, and then it turned into energy and merged into Ye Xuan's body.

"Saint Race, this is just the beginning."

"Ye Xuan, you stay here, I'm going to lead those people away. They can't be found here anymore."

Ye Xuan turned around slowly, smiled suddenly, and said:

"boom!"

Hai Lao said through gritted teeth.

Then, Ye Xuan tilted his head slightly and said indifferently:

"Saint Race... Our account, it's time to settle."

"You are really active as a dog of the Holy Clan, and you put on a dog's skin so soon?" Ye Xuan didn't look back, looked ahead, and said lightly.

"Ye Xuan, are you awake yet?"

"I've been hiding there for so long, don't you just wait for Hai Lao to get rid of me? What are you waiting for if you don't take action now?"

Looking at the direction where the man finally disappeared, Ye Xuan's eyes were full of indifference, and he raised his head to look at the distant sky.

Ye Xuan didn't hesitate at all, the energy of heaven and earth gathered in his feet and flew in that direction.

Before Ye Xuan could answer, Hai Lao flew in that direction.

Ye Xuan thought to himself. The main reason was that he couldn't explain these things to Hai Lao. With a thought, the bamboo sword turned into a stream of energy and merged into Ye Xuan's body. Realize the spirit, this is something that only the strong in the god realm can do.

Looking at Ye Xuan in front of him, Hai Lao smiled with relief. In any case, at least now Ye Xuan is still there. It is a pity to lose Wan Jianzong, but it is less than one-tenth of Ye Xuan's.

Old Hai stood with his hands behind his back, looking at the three embarrassed people in front of him with indifferent eyes. With the strength of Hai Lao, it is more than enough to deal with the three ancient saints who are only at the fifth level of the Saint Realm. After all, the strength of Hai Lao is the seventh level of the dignified Saint Realm!

"If you have any other hand, feel free to use it. You are not only here to be tortured by me."

Before he could finish speaking, Old Hai's eyes suddenly turned cold, he turned around abruptly, and looked at the bursts of energy energy fluctuations coming from a distance.

The moment the green bamboo sword appeared, the man clearly felt a strong sense of oppression. On the emerald green sword, he felt the breath of death.

"You'd better take care of yourself first. Today's place is where your bones are buried!"

The man blushed and shouted angrily:

The man's attacking pace stopped and he looked at Ye Xuan in horror.

"Easy to kill a strong person in the god realm... Although my current strength is not at that level, it should be no problem to kill a person in the holy realm, right? I really want to find someone to practice my skills!"

"These things, don't let Hai Lao know now."

The man shouted loudly, and he no longer wanted to be too big, so he used his strongest strength.

"Cough cough..."

"Saint Race, you should try to hunt and kill again. I would like to see if you are here this time, if you still have the life to go back alive!"

In the past, Ye Xuan was unable to sense the changes in external energy when the landscape seal was closed, but now that the landscape seal was turned on, he also felt an aura that disgusted him was slowly approaching.

Ye Xuan just gave him a nonchalant look.

"Old Hai!"

"Well, today we..."

Hai Lao knew that if they found out here, he would not only fight against those saints, but also be distracted to protect Ye Xuan. That kind of situation was not good for him. Seeing the disappearing back of Hai Lao, Ye Xuan clenched his fists, and an icy voice came out: