After the villain resigned

There is a mysterious blocker in front, and a ferocious seven-headed snake in the back.

Zhou Siwei stood with his sword in hand.

The movement froze for a moment, and the seven-headed snake behind him moved first.

Although its body is like a hill, its movements are very agile.In an instant, seven ferocious snake heads opened at the same time, spewing out a cloud of gray mist, and with the hissing sound, a layer of mist filled the surrounding area.

Zhou Siwei smelled a smell of fishy sweetness, and only took a sip, and immediately felt dizzy, he held his breath, and blocked the poisonous mist.

He lifted the Dragon Sword and swept it out. A strong wind passed in front of him and scattered the dense mist, but the mist only dispersed for a short moment before gathering back.

The mist twisted and condensed together, turning into two curved snakes, trying to get into Zhou Siwei's nose and mouth.

Zhou Siwei swung his sword and slashed, cutting the two little snakes in half.

Since the mysterious man appeared, he hadn't said a word. He watched Zhou Siwei fight with the seven-headed snake coldly. After watching for a while, he suddenly stretched out his right hand.

His appearance and physique looked very ordinary, but his exposed fingers had a lustrous luster, as if carved from a piece of green emerald, which inevitably attracted the attention of others.

I saw that his middle finger was curled up and joined with his thumb, forming a Nianhua seal.

"Three thousand flowers fall."

There was a long sigh, and the mysterious man's right hand slowly bloomed like a flower.

This place was originally a barren hill, with no grass growing, no human habitation, not even a trace of insects and ants.

But after the sigh fell, Zhou Siwei's ears suddenly heard the sound of running water and the sound of flowers and trees growing and blooming.

A touch of greenery spread from the bottom of the feet, and a bud protruded from under the stone. After a while, a flower bud was hung on the branch. A little tender yellow stamens.

Outsiders seem to be full of vitality, but only Zhou Siwei knows that there are murderous intentions everywhere!

Green leaves sprout and buds burst.

Zhou Siwei felt a lingering murderous aura lurking in it, his naked and exposed skin trembled, and he clenched the sword in his hand.

If it continues, it will either be buried in the belly of the seven-headed snake, or die in the hands of the mysterious man.

Zhou Siwei took a step forward with the intent to kill.

This action seemed to anger the seven snakes, and the seven snakes made a "hissing" sound at the same time, and then the snake spit out the letter, which turned into countless afterimages and rushed towards Zhou Siwei.

Zhou Siwei noticed the smelly liquid sprayed from behind, he lowered his eyes, watching the tender green vines slowly grow on the Kunlong Sword.

With a tremor of the wrist, a dragon's cry came out from the sword body, and the vines wrapped around it were instantly shattered into powder, and a flower bone that hadn't had time to bloom in the future slowly fell, and Zhou Siwei stepped on it and crushed it into the soil among.

Sailing against the current, if you don't advance, you will retreat. Since you can't retreat, you can only block the obstacles in front of you and kill them one by one.

Zhou Siwei didn't even look back, and when Shekou was about to reach him, he used the Dragon Sword to draw a semicircular arc to the right.

The seven-headed snake didn't bite off the last bite, but stopped in mid-air, everything seemed to stop there.

Zhou Siwei withdrew his sword and continued to walk forward.

He stepped out with his right foot first, and the sole of his foot stepped on a dead branch on the ground, making a creak.

The quiet atmosphere was broken at this point, and with this slight noise, Hydra collapsed, its huge body turned into a mass of dead flesh, with no life left.

On the edge of the Dragon Sword, a little black blood suddenly condensed, slowly slid down, and finally dripped into the thick green grass below.

The green grass was originally vigorous and swaying with the wind, but when this bit of blood touched it, a puff of green smoke rose from it, and then the whole piece of green grass became withered and yellowed.

Zhou Siwei was only three meters away from the mysterious man, and he could reach him in just a few steps.

At this moment, the fingers of the mysterious man's right hand stood up, and the four fingers touched the pulp of the thumb one by one.

wow-

Four vines as thick as an adult's arm emerged from the darkness, and they went towards Zhou Siwei's hands and feet respectively, trying to trap his limbs.

With a flash of sword light, all four vines broke from it, and a little bit of emerald green liquid leaked out from the cross section.

But it didn't end there, the four vines split into eight again, persistently trying to entangle Zhou Siwei.

Zhou Siwei's sword was fast, but the vines split even faster, from the first four to countless, coming from various tricky angles.

Zhou Siwei was overwhelmed by defense, and finally a vine entangled his right ankle, staggered and lost his balance.The vines seized this opening and rushed forward, wrapping his limbs tightly.

Zhou Siwei moved his arm, but he couldn't get rid of it at all. Even the Dragon Sword almost fell out of his hand.

The mysterious man moved his lips and said a word: "It's over."

The soft vines stretched and stretched straight, turning into sharp spears, floating around Zhou Siwei, one of which was still in front of his eyes, only an inch away, and was about to touch the hole in the eye socket. eyeballs.

"go."

With an order, the vine stabbed fiercely at Zhou Siwei's body.

boom--

The white porcelain plate placed on the table fell down, and the melon seeds contained in it also spilled to the ground.

Jiang Yi's fingers unconsciously tightened, and he grabbed the armrest of the chair with all his strength, staring at the picture in front of him without blinking.

Fang Nanming next to him shrank his body, keeping himself and Jiang Yi a little further away, and he warned in a low voice: "You must not hit me."

Jiang Yiyi didn't have time to talk to him at all, until he saw Zhou Siwei's figure reappeared on the screen, and slowly spread his fingers holding the armrest.

Fang Nanming quietly glanced to the side. The chair carved from a thousand-year-old sacred wood was so hard that it could be used as a shield, but Jiang Yi forcibly pressed a few deep fingerprints on it.

"Don't be so nervous..." Fang Nanming persuaded.

Jiang Yi turned his head to look over, raised his eyebrows, and asked, "Why am I nervous?"

Fang Nanming looked at the seat armrest with fingerprints on it, then at Jiang Yiyi's calm face, shook his head repeatedly, and said, "No, I was wrong."

The scene of blood spattering on the spot did not appear.

The mysterious man let out a soft "Huh" and waved his right hand. The intertwined vines obeyed his instructions and retreated, revealing the scene inside.

The person who was supposed to be pierced by countless vines disappeared out of thin air.

The mysterious man looked around and could only see the shivering little girl huddled in the corner. He frowned and walked towards the little girl.

"Where is that person?" A long whip slipped into his hand, and the mysterious man was about to question Ruan Lan, but just in the middle of speaking, he noticed something, and looked up into the air.

Zhou Siwei held the Dragon Sword in his hand, and was hunting in white, with clouds and mists around him, as if a god descended from the sky.

The mysterious man waved his hands, and the mountain shook suddenly, and the ground under his feet was cracked with countless marks, as if something was about to come out of it.

"Whoosh" sound.

Thick vines rose from the ground and rushed straight towards the person standing in midair.

Zhou Siwei looked at the vines quietly, all the movements were slowed down in his eyes, turning them into still images, even the vines that were too fast to leave afterimages seemed to him to be slow moving.

His wrist was tense, and he slowly swung his sword.

For a moment, it was as if ten thousand swords were clanging together, or as if Mount Tai was pressing down on the top, endless power descended from the sky.

All the vines with teeth and claws surrendered, obediently lying in front of Zhou Siwei.

Zhou Siwei took a step, and the vines immediately burrowed forward, allowing his soles to fall on them.

The mysterious man desperately wanted to move the vines, but the vines that he had spawned and transformed did not respond at all and were completely out of his control.

"How could it be!" The mysterious man took a step back and looked at the person who was walking on the vine in disbelief.

Zhou Siwei fell gently from the vines, and with a flash of sword light, he turned and left without even looking at the man again.

The mysterious man thought he had escaped a catastrophe, but before he could rejoice, there was a pain in his chest. He stiffened his neck and looked down at his chest.

At some point, his chest was pierced by a sword light.

"Cough..." He stretched out his hand to cover his chest, coughed up a big mouthful of blood, and finally fell powerlessly to the ground.

As the breeze blew, that piece of spring gradually withered, and once again returned to its original barren appearance.

Zhou Siwei walked towards Ruan Lan who had fallen to the ground, but before he could reach him, a thunderbolt fell out of nowhere in front of him, stopping his steps.

Zhou Siwei looked around, and finally looked up at the sky, and a group of black robbery clouds appeared above his head.

Logically speaking, a monk usually only experiences one catastrophe.

But there is also an accident, that is, the talent of the monk is too monstrous and evil, and he can't even look down on the way of heaven, so he sent down thunder to hinder his promotion.It is rumored that there is a fierce man in the fairy world who goes through the thunder calamity every time he is promoted. It can be said that he takes the thunder calamity as a bath.Of course, the monks who have been promoted after experiencing the thunder disaster are basically invincible within the same level.

This is the case for Zhou Siwei now. He has just advanced to the fourth floor of the Heavenly Wonderland on his front foot, and the Heavenly Dao descended on his back foot.

Zhou Siwei stopped in his tracks, looked down at the sword in his hand, under the deterrence of Heavenly Dao, not only did he not flinch, but instead developed a fighting spirit.

The road is dangerous and full of difficulties, and only one battle can move forward.

Zhou Siwei raised his arm, pointed the tip of his sword at the sky, and said softly, "Come on."

As soon as his words fell, a thunder flashed across the sky, shaking people's ears numb.

Then, as he wished, the snake-shaped lightning tumbling in the dark clouds was poured down in one go, and in an instant, the entire ten-mile radius was illuminated by lightning.

Ruan Lan looked straight at the thunderstorm raging in front of her, cupped her cheeks with her hands, and murmured, "You're so handsome."

On the other end, Fang Nanming looked at the white-clothed swordsman who stood motionless amidst the thunder, and murmured, "A macho man."