Fantasy script: I am the villain of destiny

When the punches they make are at their extremes, no fancy magical powers can work, and it truly achieves a situation where one punch can break all spells.

This sword is stronger than any sword Ye Xuan has ever seen!

But after this punch really fell, there was no earth-shattering movement of the ghosts and gods, and there was no spectacular vision that shook the mind.

"Hey, where's my chance!?"

This is another advantage of the Shanhe Body Exercise Technique. It can greatly improve the strength of the physical body while healing your injuries. It is like a hammer that has been hammered on the physical body for thousands of times before it can be magical.

There was a sound of breaking through the air, and a purple wooden box pierced the sea of ​​​​clouds with a bang, and then fell in front of Ye Xuan.

Ye Xuan lay flat on the broken mirror, the blood on his body seemed to be worthless like a stream, and both his physical appearance and internal organs were completely destroyed.

He knew that it was impossible for the fake to survive, because the first punch he had just delivered was not the first punch, but the fourth punch!

The rich mountains and waters permeated the whole body, and began to warm the broken body.

If Ye Xuan accidentally leaks information about this practice, it is no exaggeration to say that he will be the enemy of the world.

The lethality of this fourth punch is far beyond Ye Xuan's imagination. He even has a feeling that this punch has already touched the peak power of the world. Even if a strong man of the ninth level of martial arts appears in front of him, he can still Qualified to ask this question!

An earth-shattering dragon roar resounded through the heavens and the earth.

Even this price is not too heavy. The heavy damage almost died, and the air transport mark on the chest has been completely consumed.

But now he fell silently to the ground, with shocking sword wounds all over his body.

From a small point of view, the future and fortune of an individual family are determined by luck. To a large degree, the sect family dynasty and even the saints are affected by luck.

Ye Xuan stood up with a look of joy on his face, his physical strength has reached a new level!

There are nine grids in the sword box, eight of which are empty, and only one grid is quietly placed with a long sword like a green bamboo.

Ye Xuan struggled to get up and glanced at his own situation. He had to say that the mountain and river body forging was really amazing. For such a serious injury, it was possible to survive such a severe injury without relying on any of your medicinal pills and only relying on the nourishment of Qi. Heal seventy-eighty-eight in time.

Ye Xuan didn't even look at the fate of the impostor just after he punched his last punch.

If other people know this, they will be heartbroken and beat their chests and feet. The thing about luck is nothing but mysterious.

Ye Xuan glanced around suspiciously, raised his head and roared at the sky.

The holy clan of the ninth level of the Revered Martial Realm!

When he threw the fourth punch, Ye Xuan only felt as if he had thrown his whole body out.

Ye Xuan murmured: "Fortunately, Lao Wan and the others didn't come, otherwise their life script might have been settled."

Ye Xuan, who was fully alert, looked into the purple wooden box and let out a small murmur.

"Ordinary people say that being able to defeat oneself is truly powerful, so do I count as defeating myself?"

"As expected of myself, thinking about it carefully, this battle should be the most difficult one."

Could it be a sword?

It can be said that most of his family background was beaten up in this fight.

The sky was bright red like blood, and the ground was covered with horrific corpses. Among them were the saints Ye Xuan was very familiar with, and the saints he had never seen before. What shocked him the most was that every corpse on the ground , none of them are lower than the eighth level of the Venerable Martial Realm!

Ye Xuan was shocked. With his current strength, few swordsmanships can make him lose his temper. The swordsmanship on this sword is unparalleled. !

You must know that the luck that he had worked so hard to collect on that behemoth could even sustain a mountain and river for hundreds of years, but it was just wasted by Ye Xuan's punch.

Ye Xuan's pupils shrank, and he saw a man with a beard and a long sword standing on the corpse of a saint.

In the outside world, any powerhouse at the eighth level of the Venerable Martial Realm can be said to be at the peak of the world, and the existence that sits on one side makes countless creatures fear.

A behemoth slowly got up from the east, and the terrifying aura made everything tremble and surrender.

If this is spread, I am afraid that the powerhouses of the entire dynasty will regard Ye Xuan as a fool.

It's just that the entire mirrored ground was shattered by Ye Xuan's punch, and the impostor naturally disappeared.

"I hope the opportunity at this level can be worth it, otherwise it will really be a big loss."

Ye Xuan was overjoyed. He didn't care whether the other party was willing or not. Anyway, it was enough to have the chance. He was already battling his family to the brink of death.

The most important thing is that this precious sword is still stained with a little scarlet, and looking at the vividness of the blood, it seems that it has just hit a certain existence.

Although he did not use Zhengbidan and the "Silver Fish" given by Zhengyi, he consumed three full marks of luck, as well as hundreds of divine weapons and countless top elixir.

If it is an ordinary person, this kind of injury is enough to die seven or eight times.

That's right, when the third punch was first delivered, the counterfeit thought that Ye Xuan had broken his fist intent, but he didn't, but silently endured the accumulated fist intent and suppressed it. The reason why his acupoints The mess that was destroyed was destroyed precisely because of the fist intent that he had worked so hard to suppress.

And this punch, Ye Xuan did it, even the impostor who has been promoted to the eighth level of Supreme Martial Realm looks very insignificant in front of this punch.

Ye Xuan opened the purple wooden box without hesitation, and then a dazzling sword light flashed across the sky and disappeared quietly after a while.

"If there is no chance, this uncle will not go down."

But it is often not trivial to be involved with luck.

Ye Xuan looked hesitant, and his right hand carefully touched the green bamboo sword in the purple wood box.

He caressed the purple wooden box with his palm, and even though he hadn't opened it, he felt the piercing sword energy.

Just looking at it, the eyes were stabbed by the sharp sword intent and couldn't help but shed tears.

The world is limited by the realm and strength, and there is very little research on Qi Luck. It is really a fantasy to be able to specifically use Qi Luck, but now Ye Xuan is actually using Qi Luck to heal his wounds?

It was as if someone was reluctant to leave it behind.

The moment he touched the sword, the surrounding world scene changed and reversed rapidly, and when he came back to his senses, he found himself standing on the unfamiliar land.

And the long sword in this man's hand he has just seen, it is the bamboo sword in the sword box!