Fantasy script: I am the villain of destiny

"Ye Xuan" picked out a prefecture-level long sword at random, looked up and down, and said with some disgust.

After the last terrifying collision, the two figures bounced off each other, and the accumulated sword energy could no longer suppress the sky.

When the last magic weapon was smashed in the hands of both sides, the two of them punched each other in the face at the same time, and they both flew up and smashed to the ground.

Ye Xuan wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth. He was almost covered in blood. He supported his body with a broken sword and said with a sneer, "That's all you can do?"

"Ye Xuan" shook his head, also showing hundreds of identical weapons, holding the same axe and said leisurely.

The sound of the fists quietly subsided like a drum beat in the sky, and the two figures fell to the ground weakly from the sky.

And he took an axe that was as bright as a star.

I saw a mountain range appearing behind Ye Xuan, and his physical injuries recovered in an instant.

Ye Xuan said slowly, "That is to say, if you want to replace me as a fake, one condition is that the deity should die, right?"

This is the situation in which they are fighting now, either it is evenly divided, or it is an injury-for-injury.

Ye Xuan narrowed his eyes, the wind was howling, his clothes were bulging, and he also pulled up the same ancient coupon rack.

The sword energy swept across the world like a violent storm, and the ground like a mirror was covered with countless large and small sword marks.

"Why don't you take a look, do you throw more punches, or do I throw more punches?"

"Someone died here before, and the counterfeit went out instead of the deity, right?"

There was not even time for the second incense stick, and hundreds of divine weapons and weapons had already been smashed into pieces.

"Ye Xuan" roared with a ferocious look on his face: "Looking for death!"

Minor injuries for minor injuries, fatal injuries for fatal injuries.

"Ye Xuan" threw down the scrapped sword with only the hilt left, "I said, you can't beat me."

"Anyway, there is a lot of time. Since you want to play, I will play with you."

"Don't guess, I'll just ask the guy who created you myself."

At this time, one of the strange marks on his chest gradually dimmed.

Two Ye Xuan, only one can survive.

"Ye Xuan" smiled and said: "Smart, as expected of myself."

Because the two are actually one person in a strict sense, they know each other well, and they know that as long as they reveal a little flaw, they will die.

He saw hundreds of magical weapons, swords, spears, hammers, etc. appearing behind him. These are all the magical weapons that Ye Xuan obtained along the way from opportunities, and many of them have reached the level of heaven.

The two of them performed the Heaven Shaking Fist at the same time, and the fist intent continued to reach the third punch in one breath. I am afraid that even a powerhouse at the eighth level of the Venerable Martial Realm would not be able to stand.

In just a moment, the area where the two were located turned into a "Thunder Pond!"

The sky is divided into two halves.

And he slowly came to open a familiar coupon rack and said with a sneer.

"Ye Xuan" had an odd smile on his face.

Ye Xuan didn't say a word. He was wearing a white shirt and waving his sleeves.

"you guess?"

If this is the case, maybe a saint-level powerhouse of the human race has been replaced! ?

The fist intent of the two people climbed to the top in an instant, as if two gods of martial arts from the sky came to the world.

Fighting more and more bravely, like a madman!

Ye Xuan seemed to have discovered something, raised his eyebrows and said slowly, "You can copy the treasured opportunity, but you can't copy the luck?"

It's just that Ye Xuan didn't care about his injuries at all, and even in the end, he didn't bother to defend the opponent's attack.

"I think I should not be the first person to arrive here, which means there is such a possibility."

An aura like an ancient beast erupted from him, and it was vaguely seen that there was a dharma image of a majestic Saint Clan floating behind him.

It's a little scary to think about.

"Ye Xuan" Hengjian grinned in front of him: "Only you, I'm afraid I'm not qualified to see that lord."

If it wasn't for the last blow, he had to temporarily take a step back, and the two of them would have really perished together!

"This mountain and river body forging technique was obtained from the tower, but you, a fake born in Zhensheng Tower, have no way to use it. It seems that the adult in your mouth is not willing to give you even a little luck. It's ridiculous."

This impostor has the same thoughts and fighting methods as himself, and he can't break the move at all.

"Ye Xuan" had a gloomy expression on his face, and pinched a magic trick with one hand. A mysterious pattern appeared between his eyebrows, and the terrifying injuries on his body healed at a speed visible to the naked eye.

Ye Xuan was pierced by the counterfeit's extremely insidious flying sword, but his flying sword also penetrated the opponent's lower abdomen at the same time.

This fist is like a dragon coming out of a hole, unmatched.

This fist is like the sun rising in the east, and the fist is higher than the sky!

Now, even if a powerhouse at the sixth level of the Venerable Martial Realm rushes into this "Thunder Pond", I am afraid that it will be chopped into pieces in an instant.

In the battle just now, to be honest, he didn't take advantage of it in the slightest, because he was most familiar with himself, and the opponent was obviously the same.

The sword in Ye Xuan's hand was exactly the same as that in the counterfeit's hand. He wiped the blade with two fingers, and the crisp sound of the sword resounded throughout the world.

"You lunatic."

The whole small world shook unceasingly, and the mirror-like earth had long since shattered without a single intact place.

He never imagined that this person would actually dare to exchange his life for his life!

This fist is like a scorching sun falling into the sea, cooking and killing everything.

And this town's holy tower is obviously related to the holy clan. Is this because it was silently penetrated by the enemy?

"You should know this boxing frame."

"Ye Xuan" staggered and struggled to get up, his expression extremely ugly.

Ye Xuan shook his head and swung his wrist at will, and the fierce sword energy swept and rolled around like a wave for a hundred years.

In the time of a stick of incense, the two did not stop fighting, as long as the magic weapon in their hands was broken, they would immediately change the magic weapon, and even before it was too late to catch what magic weapon they were, they went into battle again.

Ye Xuan was expressionless, the ground-level sword in his hand gradually shattered, as did the counterfeit on the opposite side.

"It's a shame. After you die, none of these garbage will be left behind. In the future, as long as it is not a treasure above the heavenly rank, it will not enter the eyes of this seat."

Then the two of them disappeared at the same time, no figure was seen, but there was the sound of gold and iron colliding, and it was vaguely visible as if two streamers were colliding and flickering frantically.

Shake the sky!

With the sound of the two swords colliding more and more frequently, the almost identical sword energy became more and more dense.

"I'm not telling you, look at what you're collecting, what's the difference between junk and rubbish?"

These two Wenquan, who are comparable to the living gods of war, almost shattered the whole small world!