He's obviously the villain, but the heroine is all for him?

The weak are destined to be eliminated.

This is the rule of the Shadow Demon Clan, and it is also the rule he has always believed in and abided by.

He will not bully the weak. All living beings are the same in his eyes, with only the dead and the living being divided into two categories.

He is a loner with a peculiar and unruly personality. He has no friends and no partner. The only thing that keeps him company is the holy magic sword that has devoured countless flesh and blood.

There were hundreds of mountains at his feet, and on each mountain stood a powerful creature, a strong opponent that even Atos could not underestimate.

One of them had a middle-parted hairstyle, which made him itch to touch it.

After a short rest, their task is to defend their own hill and hold on to the end so that they can participate in the final competition.

At this point, Tiandao also asked them whether they would voluntarily withdraw. They relied on themselves to fight for the necessary continuation of their respective realms. Except for some murderous maniacs, the rest were fighting for their hometowns.

"coming."

A sturdy female cultivator looked at a large open space in the distance.

Countless monks were instantly teleported there, each of them with great momentum, their eyes fixed on the mountain beneath their feet.

When they were all teleported over, they paused for only a few seconds before flying over like a swarm of locusts.

There are no-fly zones around the mountains. If they want to get up, they must fight hard. It is impossible to reach the sky in one step.

As colorful martial spirits emerged one after another, countless laws collided with each other, and in an instant, a large number of cultivators were injured or even died.

After mastering the power of the law, few people used the domain anymore. The domain is an extension of one's own power, while the law is a higher-level power that is the ultimate evolution of the domain.

Only the martial soul, the power that accompanies many cultivators throughout their lives, can still play its role at this time.

Finally, the first challenger reached the top of the hill covered in blood.

Artos picked up the greatsword and without wasting any words, swung the violent blade towards the opponent's head.

The man, holding two steel whips, blocked Artos's swing, and after deflecting his giant sword, smashed them all into his chest.

Atos's tall figure was forced to retreat several steps. He looked down at his slightly sunken chest and burst into laughter again.

"Too weak, is this all you can do?"

He swung the giant sword again, and the terrifying pressure was no longer restrained. The powerful force of the half-step saint realm overwhelmingly cut the opponent into two pieces.

After the first person climbed to the top of the mountain, the rest of the monks also emerged one by one. Atos completely gave up the idea of ​​defending the hilltop, and instead rushed down to meet the large group, slashing hard in the crowd.

On a mountain not far away, a man in black clothes came to the top of the mountain leisurely, followed by four female companions.

"Thank you."

The man bowed, but the people guarding the mountain opposite him acted as if they were facing a powerful enemy.

The black-robed man had a long, lingering breath. The fact that he had made it this far unscathed meant he was at least as strong as himself. And with four female emperors following behind him, if they started fighting, he would definitely be at a disadvantage.

But he also has his own pride, holding crutches, ready to fight.

Similar scenes were also happening in other mountains. Outside the battlefield, the woman wearing armor and a cloak on her shoulders looked indifferently at the purgatory in front of her.

Without exception, all the monks who can come here are the "protagonists" of their respective realms.

If one wants to eliminate these existences that erode one's own luck, the Starry Sky Road is undoubtedly the fastest way.

As the battle continued, her complexion gradually improved, but her wounds caused by the evil spirit could not heal.

"Fortune has returned..."

She stretched out her hand towards the void, and a huge amount of luck was collected by her again. The entire plane also showed a scene of vibrant vitality and all things competing to develop.

When a whale dies, all things come to life. After the death of Pangu, the great god nourished thousands of realms. The fall of these top powerhouses also planted the seeds for the future development of countless realms.

Survival of the fittest. As a supervisor, she simply pressed the fast-forward button.

Her gaze stayed on the young man in black clothes who easily defeated his opponent, and did not leave for a long time.

Perhaps only he can do that?

"Concession."

Ling Yun smiled and retracted the three-pointed, double-edged sword. The defeated mountain guardian smiled bitterly and bowed in return.

"Thank you for not killing me."

Ling Yun waved his hand: "We've come this far. Any more killing is meaningless."

"Obviously, they don't think so." The mountain guard looked at the miserable conditions on other hilltops and sighed, "I am Fu Hao."

"Ling Yun. As for them, I don't think there's any need for you to get to know them."

Fu Hao stared at Ling Yun's eyes intently, with a strong sense of boundaries: "To be able to lead the ladies here, your strength is even stronger than I thought."

"so so."

Invisible pretense is the most deadly. Fu Hao suddenly felt envious. He wanted to show his strength to the world. But Ling Yun was so calm. It seemed that he was very well-mannered.

"In that case, I'll retreat first." He passed Lingyun and prepared to go down the mountain, but suddenly stopped. "By the way, why is my mountain so peaceful?"

"It's nothing. I just talked to them and they backed off on their own."

Fu Hao frowned and hurried down the mountain to take a look, only to find that the ground from the foot of the mountain to the top was full of human stakes!

Just like the green plants on both sides of the city roads, they are planted very neatly, and even the heads and bodies of the deceased are tilted at fixed angles in a uniform manner.

Even though Fu Hao had crawled out of the pile of dead bodies, he was still deeply shocked by this scene.

It seems that it’s not that Ling Yun is merciful, but that this guy is simply too lazy to kill himself!

These monks have not yet died completely. They can only struggle in their death throes but cannot escape.

A thick iron stake passed from their anus to their throats and came out of their mouths.

The Emperor Realm's exuberant vitality sustained them, ensuring they could survive without food or water. The iron stakes imposing restrictions restricted their movements, constantly damaging their bodies. This formed a perfect balance with the spiritual energy's automatic repair, forcing them to continuously endure the pain of being pierced through their bodies.

so horrible!

It's so fucking perverted!

Fu Hao shuddered. Compared with Ling Yun, the so-called massacre he committed two days ago was nothing but child's play.

He killed so many people that he had to admit defeat!

After Fu Hao left in a hurry, Ling Yun smiled and looked at his beautiful master.

Although he had killed countless people, he also knew his limits. Why would he torture someone who had no grudge against him? It was just an illusion that Tai Shuying and he had conspired to create in the mountains.

When he just came over, Ling Yun was guarding the pass alone, halfway up the mountain. He forced back hundreds of emperors with his sword and axe, making them realize that there was no hope and retreat one after another.

About half a day later, the blood-red setting sun in the sky gradually set, and the battle to defend the mountain came to an end.

The remaining surviving monks returned to their realms, and the more than one hundred people who stayed behind officially stood on the final stage.

Atos and the man with the middle-parted hair looked at each other, and both saw a strong desire to fight in each other's eyes.

A breeze blew, sweeping away everyone's fatigue and the scars on their bodies.

[Next, please select your respective opponents.]

Artos didn't choose to part his hair in the middle. This kind of opponent would only become interesting later. I just tried it out a little bit, but it wasn't satisfying at all!

There are five people in Lingyun, and only one can participate. The same goes for the other hills.

The four girls didn't say anything, and they all tacitly chose to give in.

The woman with middle-parted hair looked at Ling Yun, and then the two of them entered a beautiful sea of ​​flowers.

"Whoever actively chooses his opponent will have the battlefield more suited to him." The middle-parted woman surveyed the sea of ​​flowers. "Here is the cemetery I carefully selected for you. Do you like it?"

"A good feng shui location." Ling Yun nodded, "It's perfect for burying overalls."

The middle-parted woman glanced at her favorite overalls and raised her head sinisterly: "I hate you, especially those women around you."

“A man cannot rely on women, but must rely on himself to transform from a boy into a real man.”

He placed one hand on his waist and stretched out the other hand towards Lingyun, shaking it slightly: "Aikun, please teach me."

Ling Yun held the long sword in his hand: "Your last name isn't Cai, is it?"

"Oh, are you my fan?"

The first one in the middle, Tieshan, approached Lingyun.

Ling Yun raised his knife to block his attack.

"What are you doing~Ouch!"

Aikun's Iron Mountain Backbone is countless times stronger than that of Elder Cai Kun, which makes Ling Yun vaguely wonder whether the source of the latter's ultimate move comes from the person in front of him.

"I have an old friend." Ling Yun pushed him back. "His last name is Cai Kun, and he likes singing and dancing."

The more Ling Yun talked about his love for Kun, the more excited he became. Kun's Fist and Iron Mountain Backrest formed a combination skill, and the continuous heavy blows surprised Ling Yun for a moment.

"Very good! I didn't expect this world to be such a huge chicken coop." Ling Yun had also learned a few moves from Cai Kun, and with his powerful physique, he charged towards Ai Kun. "But unfortunately, I'm Xiao Heizi."

Aikun took more than ten steps back and took out a basketball from the void.

Seeing him dribbling the ball in his signature style, Ling Yun weighed the long knife in his hand twice, and wanted to see what tricks he could come up with with great interest.

"You walking towards me makes me so excited. I've never felt this way before..."

A powerful music came from somewhere. In the sea of ​​flowers, Aikun dribbled the ball and sang the lyrics quickly.

His figure quickly merged with the sea of ​​flowers. Flowers fell from the sky and countless basketballs hit Ling Yun from all directions.

These basketballs are all solid, and if they hit anyone, the result will at least be minor injuries.

Ling Yun split a basketball with a knife, and many poisonous flowers burst out from it, invisibly disturbing his nerves.

Wulou's true body had long been immune to these moves. He wielded his three-pointed, two-edged sword with great vigor, blocking all of Aikun's attacks.

"This is the first time I've become like this, no matter how I deny it..."

"Gini is so beautiful, baby!"

At the climax of the song, countless Aikuns dribbled basketballs and rushed towards Lingyun with iron arms. After their figures were intercepted by Lingyun with a knife, large-scale explosions were caused.

It was not until the area within a thousand miles became a flowerless land that Aikun's figure emerged from the sea of ​​flowers.

There was a trace of blood at the corner of his mouth, and his eyes looked at Ling Yun with an extremely solemn look.

No flaws!

This is the pinnacle fighting skill of Kun family boxing, which combines physical attack, mental blow and soul interference into one, but it still failed to gain any advantage over Ling Yun.

"To be honest, I kind of regret choosing you as my opponent now."

Aikun spun the basketball in his hands and suddenly stopped: "This is the killer move I originally reserved for that guy. Now, let you have a taste of it first!"

He threw the basketball into the air, drew a heart with his hands, then caught the basketball, turned around and used his shoulder to hit the ball out of the heart.

"This heart contains the love of fans!"

"With their support, Kunmen will remain standing!"

In an instant, countless beauties with dinosaur-like bodies and Fu Shouer-like faces appeared in front of Lingyun. They raised their fat hands high, and a morbid and fanatical admiration bloomed on their bloated and disgusting faces.

"Ai-kun, Ai-kun!"

They shouted Aikun's name, and with every shout, the destructive power contained in the basketball became stronger!

This is the law of idols!

Aikun has the entire universe as his fan base, so there is no need to explain the power of the idol law.

Ling Yun put away the three-pointed, double-edged sword and took out the Axe of Creation from his waist.

There were no fancy moves, he just chopped the basketball down with the laws of life and death contained in it.

The girls in the picture aged instantly and withered into dry bones in the blink of an eye, and even the basketball became rotten and dilapidated.

The power of the Axe of Creation remained undiminished, splitting Aikun in two!

The shoulder straps of his overalls slipped down, and then he knelt on his knees and slowly lay down.

Aikun was very powerful, and the power of the Idol Law had almost reached its peak. If Lingyun hadn't reached the Half-Step Saint Realm and possessed the sacred artifact, the Axe of Creation, coupled with the powerful Law of Life and Death, there really wouldn't be much he could do to him.

After killing Aikun, the sea of ​​flowers around Lingyun dissipated and he returned to the four women.

They walked forward nervously and were relieved when they found that Ling Yun was not injured.

His battle went on quite quickly, and it was a long time before the other monks came out one after another.