[MTL] My Father Is The Villain Who Destroys The World

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Above the sea of clouds, the fighting continued.

     The sea of clouds is like a layer of waterfalls. The soft outlines surge and spread downwards. The mighty rivers and rivers flow. The azure blue sky is a very beautiful scene.

     The competition has reached a fever pitch.

     Someone hid in the sea of clouds, breathed in the faint mist, and looked around cautiously. There are also people who observe very little, looking for any place where people can hide, and capture all traces of sword intent.

     "Brother Lu, where are you hiding? Don't struggle, come out quickly."

     "That's right Senior Brother Lu, hurry up and grab him, I advise you not to waste your efforts."

     This was an unprecedented "hide-and-seek" game, Yunzhong Que's disciple was almost eliminated, leaving twenty or thirty people to surround Lu Qiyuan alone.

     The proud son of heaven who won the previous sect grand competition, whoever can snipe him, whoever can eliminate him, will definitely be famous in the immortal sect of Daozhou.

     Under this premise, Lu Qiyuan Yujian travels through the sea of clouds, and the clouds of various shapes become his shelter, helping him avoid the pursuit of these people.

     Lu Qiyuan hid it very well, he took off his Yunzhongque school uniform, his pure white inner shirt almost blended into the sea of white clouds.

     Seeing his son for the first time, Master Tianwei took off Yun Zhongque's school uniform, and was almost pissed off.

     But Lu Qiyuan didn't care, he took it off as soon as he took it off, and just put it back on later.

     He has outstanding talent in swordsmanship. He held a sword at the age of three, practiced swordsmanship at the age of six, and at the age of fifteen, he became famous in Daozhou for his superb swordsmanship. No matter what kind of competition he is, he is outstanding. It's become a habit.

     But this trip to Yuanzong allowed him to see a lot of new things.

     Including this sect competition, the format was unprecedented, Lu Qiyuan never imagined that a few rules could make the fighting so fierce, and forced him to this point.

     His face was tense and dignified, but the deepest part of his cerebral cortex was excited.

     Especially the stele shows that he eliminated 53 people. No matter how shouldering the duty of resisting demons, and having a mature and stable personality, the young man's heart loves to play.

     Tang hoped for the sky, his eyes were in a trance with a remnant soul. Guiyuanzong is in Xianyu City, standing on the top of the mountain, it is the center of Xianmen Daozhou, and it is a holy and pure land.

     Guiyuanzong has tens of thousands of disciples, who have all kinds of spiritual roots and aptitudes. The master is usually serious, and the disciples laugh and make noise, but once the fairy gate is in trouble, the most mediocre and inconspicuous disciples will raise their swords battlefield.

     But in front of thirty million ancient monsters, Xianmen retreated steadily.

     In the future he fell, everything was destroyed by the rain of swords all over the sky, and Gui Yuanzong was full of broken walls and ruins.

     The ancient stone sculptures of the mighty power collapsed, the main hall of the sect was dripping with blood, and the corpses of the disciples all over the place showed all the sufferings they had suffered. The vision was full of grayness, only a blood moon hung like a hook in the sky, and a black dragon full of filth was entrenched in the sky.