I overturned the car after being scumbag

Jiang Yuanhan woke up from the bone-chilling chill.

In front of him was an ice-cold pool, half of his body was soaked in the pool, and there were bloodstains of different lengths all over his body, some of which had already healed, while others were stained through his shirt, congealed like rust.

So cold.

He crawled out of the pool, lowered his head and breathed into his palms, never expecting that his first new body would be in such a situation.

When using "Exploring the Heart", he had already considered that the situation he would face when using the new body might not be too good, but now this posture with only half breath left is really too bad.

But his main body is only half breathed, if not for this, he would not have practiced secret techniques and chosen his body so hastily.

Jiang Yuanhan's primordial spirit entered here, and instantly understood the current status of this body-in the early stage of foundation establishment, both internal and external injuries, the appearance was completely destroyed, and the sea of ​​energy was broken.

It's miserable.He licked the tips of his teeth, and glanced at the face covered with criss-crossing scars at the pool.

The waves of water are like a mirror, reflecting black hair and cold eyes.

Under the ferocious face, only the spirit in these eyes is breathtaking, the black eyes are like deep abyss, when staring at it, there is a kind of wildness with extremely aggressive force.

He stretched out his hand and touched his upper cheek with his fingertips. As his fingertips stroked, the deep scars on his cheeks also fell off together, revealing an overly fair complexion.

Simply pinch your face.

The appearance of this body removes the damage, revealing an unpredictable delicacy and beauty.Jiang Yuanhan stopped pinching his face for a moment, deliberately controlled not to make the appearance too similar to his own face, but only left a three-point resemblance between his brows.

Even a three-point resemblance is enough.

He ignored the destroyed sea of ​​qi, but tried to activate the magic qi.The meridians were intact and running without hindrance, and the heaviest stone in his heart was also let go.

When the magic energy is active, it has the power to protect itself.

Just when the devilish energy lingered around his fingertips for two weeks, a few casual chatter and laughter came from the cliff above the cold pool.

"Senior Brother You, that monster was shot down by me from here. Even if it survived, it probably lost half of its life. Brother You is willing to use the sword, please Senior Brother You kill him personally!"

This voice is full of invitations for credit, and there is a bit of flattering emotion in it.

Jiang Yuanhan withdrew his fingertips' devilish energy, looked over the cliff, and could only see two light blue shadows.

Then a proud male voice sounded.

"Why would I swing my sword at my fellow sect?" The humane said, "It's just that such a useless piece of trash, relying on the youthful friendship with the junior uncle to act recklessly, dying here now is the best way for the Xuanjian sect. "

"Of course, I will do it myself and say that this trash died at the hands of the demon soldiers."

Jiang Yuanhan listened silently, raised his lips and smiled, moved his fingers, and put the black mask that this body originally had on his face back.

Not long after these words fell, just as the disciple who flattered the other party was about to jump off the cliff, he suddenly felt cold sweat on his back and his hair stood on end.He rolled backward subconsciously, avoiding a cold blood-red blade.

But in the next breath, the sharp blade pierced into his chest without any hindrance, cutting between the bone and the flesh.

Shortness of breath.He didn't even feel the severe pain, and there was only a black mask without patterns in his eyes, and he opened his eyes wide in disbelief: "...you..."

There was only one word in this sentence, and the disciple, who didn't even know his first and last name, lost his spirit and rolled to the side weakly.

Jiang Yuanhan stood beside that Senior Brother You, stretched out his hand, and the blood blade stuck in the corpse was pulled out suddenly, and flew back into his hand automatically.He lowered his head, gently wiped off the blood on the blade, and then turned his head to look at the other person.

That person also seemed to be taken aback for a moment, as if he hadn't reacted to the scene in front of him.He took a half step back in a daze, staring at the demon energy in Jiang Yuanhan's hand, and suddenly said: "You have cultivated demon!"

He is not cultivating demons, he is originally a demon race.

The blood blade in Jiang Yuanhan's hand sank into his palm and gathered into the blood vessels and meridians.He turned his head and smiled at Senior Brother You, knowing that the other party couldn't see his expression.

"Brother?"

His voice was unexpectedly pleasant, even Jiang Yuanhan himself was surprised when he heard it.Such a broken and ugly body has such an excellent voice.

"Don't come here!" The opponent's hand trembled a little, but he still drew his sword and made a defensive posture, "If I knew you were cultivating demons, I should have killed you earlier!"

Jiang Yuanhan has long been immune to these old speeches. He has listened to them [-] times, if not a thousand times, and he just finds them dull and uninteresting.

Is there anything newer?

He took a step forward, watched the other party retreat in fear, and forced him to the edge of the cliff with a wicked sense of humor before stopping. After listening to the insults and accusations for a long time, he said casually: "The style of this disciple's uniform is really pretty." .”

The other party blurted out: "I don't even recognize the clothes of my sect, no wonder I want to deceive my master...don't come here!"

This person's reaction was so funny that Jiang Yuanhan couldn't restrain his playfulness. He raised his hand and pressed the mask, then moved a few steps closer, carefully observing the nervous and frightened expression of Senior Brother You, observing His pale face and dilated pupils.

He was calculating, speculating, and conducting an interesting and cruel experiment. He narrowed the distance between the two of them to within the range of a single knife, and watched the other's trembling hands with interest.

His steps came closer again.

thump--

It wasn't the sound of a sword being drawn, but the sound of a knee falling to the ground.

Sure enough.

Jiang Yuanhan felt too bored, he watched the man who just yelled at him and was full of morality knelt down, kowtowed to him and begged for mercy, tears streaming down his face, his whole body trembling like chaff.

People always succumb where they shouldn't.

Their bones are too soft, full of cowardice, but their mouths are too hard, and they want to occupy the moral high ground.

Jiang Yuanhan squatted down, and the devilish energy around his body slowly dissipated, making people feel stabbed in the back.

He looked at the other party, and his voice was extremely sweet, like a spring hitting a stone: "What's your name?"

"...you, you...uh!"

He didn't answer because his neck was strangled.

Jiang Yuanhan pinched his throat, exerted a little force on his fingers, he could easily crush the lifeblood of the other party, but he didn't, but lowered his eyes and asked: "Don't you tell me?"

The pulsation of his hands was intense and distinct.

The other party struggled violently, frantically wanting to talk, to tell him, to survive, but he couldn't.

His life and death are in the hands of that demonic energy.

"You really have backbone." Jiang Yuanhan squinted his eyes and praised warmly, "You are the most backbone righteous disciple I have met in recent years."

The pinched Adam's apple couldn't move. Hearing this sentence, the prey who was strangled could only be forced to accept such praise, but he didn't want to do this himself. His struggle was ineffective, and tears were not worth mentioning.

Everything is so same.

Jiang Yuanhan is too familiar with these superficial integrity.

He tightened his fingers, listened to the sound of fine bones breaking, and said calmly: "I would rather die than associate with the devil, you are really a rare hero in the righteous way."

The body of the "hero" fell to the ground feebly.

Jiang Yuanhan withdrew his hand and didn't take another look at the wreckage on the ground.He searched for the storage ring that came with his new body, and found a set of student uniforms that were the same as this Senior Brother You, but it seemed that the level was not as high as that of the other party, and it was very clean.

After changing his clothes, he took off the blood-stained and torn clothes, stretched out his hand and rubbed the sword pattern on the sleeve, and thought for a moment.

This kind of sword pattern is very familiar. It seems to be one of the several sects that have hunted him down in recent years. As for which one, he really can't remember.

How can the devil who everyone wants to kill remember everyone who wants to kill him?

Jiang Yuanhan took out the original saber from the storage ring, took a look at the scabbard, saw the word "Xuanjian" engraved on it, and gradually determined which sect it was.

For the Xuanjian faction, the small characters next to it are the name of the sword master, called "Mo Zhi".In other words, this new identity should be an inner disciple of the Xuanjian Sect, named Mo Zhi, who somehow happened and was rejected and plotted by others.

It's okay, it doesn't matter.

Jiang Yuanhan put on his long sword, and his face under the mask showed a happy expression of looking for the target. He stepped out of this hidden dense forest like a real orthodox swordsman.

Where is my prey?

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"Senior Sister Congratulations! Sister Congratulations! What should I do! Ah Cheng is going to die..."

"Persevere, block this crazy demon soldier! We must drag it until the little uncle comes over!"

"Woo—Senior Sister—"

If the person who asked the question screamed like this, he should have tried his best.

But Jiang Yuanhan stared at the past, but observed that the female cultivator called Senior Sister Zhu didn't do her best at all. She was delaying, but what she was delaying was not everyone's life and death, but her own life and death.

The battle between the demon world and the comprehension world has lasted for hundreds of years. These crazy demon soldiers are much stronger than low-level monks, and it often takes three or five monks of the same level to hold off.Of the three people in front of him, one was hiding his strength, one was seriously injured and unconscious, and the other little girl, who had tried her best, was about to die in Huangquan.

After Jiang Yuanhan stepped out of the dense forest, he walked in the direction of the Xuanjian sect according to the residual memory of his body, and ran into such a predicament head-on.

However, it is the plight of others.

None of these people are his targets, and they have nothing to do with his secret art practice, but Jiang Yuanhan likes to observe these righteous disciples, and he is very interested in many unpredictable darkness.

The monster soldier was extremely huge, covered with mutated barbs and cysts, and had no human form. Compared to a monster, it looked more like an indestructible and insane beast.

Just looking at it from a distance makes my hands itchy.

Under the leeway of Senior Sister Zhu, the demon soldier slammed through the little girl's protective barrier with a slamming palm. He grabbed the girl's waist with his palm and opened his fangs-ridden mouth.

He couldn't even scream, and under the extreme fear, there was only emptiness that stopped abruptly.

She chanted "Ah Cheng...Ah Cheng is dying..." without realizing it at all.

The moment Senior Sister Zhu couldn't bear to see it, and turned her face away guiltily, the fang was cut off suddenly, and the thick arm of the demon soldier was broken, and the girl's waist was lightly pressed by one hand, and fell to the side of the giant tree. above.

She turned her head in a daze, only to see the black and lacquered cold eyes under the mask, and she didn't look at her at all, as if bringing her back was just to clear obstacles for her own activity venue.

Jiang Yuanhan is not used to using a sword, but it's not that he can't, it's just that the Xuanjian Sect's standard long sword is too brittle, and he dare not hold it tightly.

But it is enough.

He wanted to try how much strength this body could carry him.

The next moment, the unpretentious long sword shone coldly, and the blade sliced ​​through the monster soldier's body, cutting off the neck of the huge head briefly and swiftly, followed by blood flowing.

So fast it's hard to see.

Jiang Yuanhan withdrew his hand slightly, and the devilish energy injected into the sword quietly withdrew his fingertips, and the edge of the sword curled slowly.

There was silence, only a fallen leaf floated to the ground.

Sister Zhu, who was stunned by the side, was stunned for a long time before she realized that she hurriedly stepped forward to thank him. She carefully looked at this man's attire and the mask on his face, and there was no one in her heart who could match her.

Just when she was about to come over to talk to Jiang Yuanhan, her movements stopped suddenly.Her gaze changed from calmness to extreme panic, and she pointed behind the other party: "... demon, demon mother..."

Demon Mother?Jiang Yuanhan threw away the curly-bladed long sword, loosened his finger bones, and was about to turn his head to see which type of demon mother it was, when a sword movement like the wind suddenly sounded in his ear.

A flying sword pierced into the eyeball of the demon mother behind him.

Dead leaves fell before his eyes.

Jiang Yuanhan's nerves tensed for a moment, because of this silent and swift sword.

Behind him, the senior sister Zhu finally let go of her strength and knelt down on the ground limply.The little girl sitting on the ancient tree at the side also cheered up and shouted: "Little uncle is here!"

The author has something to say:

Xiaohan: What's your name?

Brother You: My name is...

Xiaohan: Forget it, I don’t want to hear it.

Cold and willful, cunning and boring, handsome and funny, charming villains——

Happy writing!