Quasi-emperor An Qing's expression turned solemn.
The wings on his back slightly spread open, and with a piercing sound, the pale silver feathers turned into countless blades, shooting out.
Ding ding ding!
There was the sound of metal colliding in the Void of the arena.
It was like a dense symphony of wind and rain.
Every time Li Mu fought with an enemy, the Storm of Broadsword Intent of the flying broadswords was his first move. The boundless storm would drown the enemy. Even if it could not cause any harm to the enemy, it could still seize the opportunity to prepare for the next attack.
It was the same this time.
Since the Storm of Blade Will had been launched, he was about to drag his blade forward.
But the scene in front of him caused him to be slightly taken aback. The battle intent in his heart and the long blade in his hand were not released.
It was Quasi-emperor An Qing who was also using the Flying Blade Battle Technique.
His winged flying broadswords streaked across the void and accurately intercepted every Broadsword Intent of Li Mu's flying broadswords.
This scene was like a needle against an awn, shooting out sparks, exceptionally magnificent.
"It's a blade battle technique."
Li Mu was quite surprised.
The battle of the Feather Race mainly relied on their innate magical abilities. Their powerful battle strength was all on the wings behind them.
But because of their innate magical abilities, the Feather Race rarely practiced battle techniques like the experts of the Human Race. Their powerful bloodline power was enough to crush their opponents.
And this Quasi-emperor An Qing was the only Feather Race expert that Li Mu had seen who used the innate magical ability of the Flying Feather Blade Battle Technique.
This was really rare.
Li Mu's heart moved, continuing to activate the blade will flying blades.
His understanding of the Flying Blade Battle Technique could be said to have reached the peak level.
Swoosh swoosh swoosh!
The one hundred and twenty flying blades of the third form of the [God Striking Whip] turned into a sky full of golden blade light. The arc of light was strange, like the movement of the sun, moon and stars, unfathomable, indescribably wonderful.
The blade light was like a golden meteor.
Even the spectators around the arena were mesmerized by it.
The dreamy and beautiful scene was in harmony with the rhythm of the Great Dao. The spectators with slightly lower strength were unknowingly immersed in it, forgetting everything else in their minds.
Pfft pfft pfft!
Under such a marvelous flying blade battle technique, Quasi-emperor An Qing persisted in using the wing flying blades to meet the enemy. In less than ten breaths, the defensive circle was broken, and blood splattered from his body.
He was injured.
The hearts of many Feather Race experts trembled in that instant.
Oh no.
He couldn't have lost, right?
However, Quasi-emperor Yasuqing's expression remained the same.
He was extremely calm and steady as a rock. He was still displaying his Broadsword Intent. The silver wings on his back released thousands of silver flying broadswords to intercept Li Mu's Broadsword Intent.
Success!
After quadrupling the number of flying knives, he finally succeeded in intercepting Li Mu's attack.
"Interesting."
Li Mu's eyes grew brighter and brighter.
It was no wonder that Quasi-emperor Yasuharu was able to stabilize the situation of the Feather Race and defeat the evil followers of the Fallen Immortal.
This person was really an amazing genius.
In a battle like this, he was still learning.
Li Mu's [Eye of Omen] could clearly see that while this Quasi-emperor An Qing was intercepting and defending, he was actually imitating Li Mu's flying knife battle technique. Moreover, the imitation was getting more and more similar, and the power was also getting stronger and stronger.
In the end, when the number of silver-winged flying daggers was reduced to 360, he was still able to maintain his undefeated state.
It was a terrifying learning ability.
"Let's see what other secrets you have."
In the midst of Li Mu's laughter, the God-beating Whip transformed into the fourth form, his figure like a bolt of lightning.
In Quasi-emperor Yasuqing's eyes, there was a burst of battle intent.
The 360 silver-winged flying daggers also condensed into a giant silver broadsword. Grasping it in his hand, his imposing manner skyrocketed.
Boom boom boom!
The two broadswords clashed.
Terrifying waves of energy rippled out in all directions, sweeping out. The wind shield of the first arena immediately shook violently.
"Sure enough."
As Li Mu had expected.
Quasi-emperor Yasuqing also displayed a Broadsword battle technique.
Moreover, it was a Broadsword battle technique that Li Mu was very familiar with. Li Mu's battle technique.
He was actually imitating Li Mu's battle technique.
Moreover, the imitation was very clever, and the power was not low. As the silver broadsword slashed out, the Broadsword Intent was overflowing, incomparably sharp, making Li Mu feel as if he was fighting against himself.
Moreover, as the battle went on, Quasi-emperor Yasuqing's Broadsword technique also became more and more fierce, as if he had obtained the essence of Li Mu's Broadsword Dao.
An amazing ability to learn and imitate.
The Winged Race had produced such a genius?
Li Mu suddenly understood why this Winged Race Quasi-emperor, who was previously unknown, would go against the flow at the critical moment, turn the tide, and blossom with radiance.
The social system of the Winged Race was more conservative and focused more on the power of the bloodline. The Winged Race Quasi-emperor Yasuqing's bloodline ability was mixed, and there was a mutation. Therefore, his wings were not like the other Winged Race's, which were golden in color. Such a mixed bloodline, in the conservative and traditional social system of the Winged Race, was not looked upon favorably, and his status was lower.
But he had a talent that the other experts of the Winged Race did not have.
Learning and imitating.
He could learn and imitate the battle techniques of any foreign race, and even practiced the cultivation techniques of the Winged Race.
This ability should have been bestowed upon him by his mutated bloodline.
He was an anomaly in the Winged Race.
Learning the cultivation techniques and battle techniques of other races, in the Winged Race, was tantamount to rebelling. Therefore, before this, Yasuqing was not very liked in his own race, and was even ostracized.
But this time, his participation in the Holy War gave him the opportunity to display his mutated talent to the fullest.
Seeing the countless experts of the various races fighting on the arena.
Yasuqing had learned too much.
His strength was increasing crazily at a speed that no one else knew nor could understand.
It was this ability that supported him, and he stumbled all the way to where he was today.
Moreover, it could be seen that [Quasi-emperor Yasuqing] seemed to be a loyal admirer of Li Mu.
He must have watched all of Li Mu's battles on the arena, and his blade techniques were imitating Li Mu's blade techniques. His blade techniques were simple, direct, and incisive, and contained the essence of the Great Dao in them.
Li Mu also did not expect that he also had a little fan among the Winged Race.
Boom boom boom!
The duel between the two blades was extremely powerful.
Among the few super races of the Chaotic World, the Winged Race once had a glorious history, but in the recent thousands of years, because they stubbornly stuck to tradition, they slowly began to decline, falling behind the Human Race, the Demon Race, and the Heavenly Demon Race.
And Yasuqing was undoubtedly a reformer bestowed to the Winged Race by the heavens.
A savior of the Winged Race.
His appearance gave the Winged Race another way out.
Li Mu could imagine that even if this time [Quasi-emperor Yasuqing] did not obtain the supreme glory of being the first Immortal among one hundred thousand people, as long as he was alive and became the leader of the Winged Race, then the Winged Race would be able to regain its glory in the future.
Every race had its own destiny.
Especially for a super race like the Winged Race, even if it had declined, it could not be ignored.
Because in the end, there would be an opportunity, or perhaps a genius, who would save the Winged Race at the moment of decline.
And [Quasi-emperor Yasuqing] was the condensation of the last destiny of the Winged Race.
"If I kill this person, the last destiny of the Winged Race will be severed, and perhaps from then on, they will completely decline, and it will be extremely difficult for them to rise again."
Li Mu thought to himself.
The relationship between the Winged Race and the Human Race was not harmonious. Although it was not like the hatred between them and the Heavenly Demon Race, there were still many disputes.
If it was in the past, Li Mu would absolutely not hesitate to have the opportunity to kill the last generation of the Winged Race.
But now, Li Mu did not intend to do so.
With the invasion of the Fallen Immortal, the entire Chaotic World was in danger.
Leaving the last generation of the Winged Race as an opportunity was also one of the forces to resist the Fallen Immortal.
The whole battle lasted for about two hours.
The fierce battle.
The surrounding experts were shocked and sighed in amazement.
They originally thought that because the massacre had led to the death of many famous experts, the excitement of the final Holy War arena would be greatly reduced, and the so-called Holy War would only exist in name.
But unexpectedly, the appearance of [Quasi-emperor Yasuqing] made this three to two martial arts competition become incomparably fierce.
It was not the slightest bit inferior to any of the previous fierce battles.
The experts of the Winged Race felt even more complicated.
But in the end, Li Mu still had the last laugh.
Today, Li Mu was known to be invincible in the entire Land of Flying Immortals, and this was definitely not an exaggeration.
And the rise of [Quasi-emperor Yasuqing] was, after all, too late. He had imitated and learned the battle of countless foreign race experts, but when he encountered a combat genius like Li Mu, it was still difficult to contend.
The figures intertwined, and separated as soon as they touched.
The figure of [Quasi-emperor Yasuqing] swayed, but there was not much disappointment on his face. He just cupped his hands at Li Mu, saying, "I have learned a lesson."
With that, he turned and left.
Li Mu sheathed his blade and stood upright.
Really interesting.
There was such a freak among the Winged Race.
If this person became the leader of the Winged Race, the rise of the Winged Race would not be far away.
But the stubborn arrogance of the Winged Race could be said to be rooted in their bones, and it was too difficult to change. An Qing was now only a Quasi-emperor, if he wanted to change the Winged Race, he would first have to become a Martial Emperor.
Below the arena.
The experts of the Winged Race were disappointed, sighing regretfully.
They had missed the supreme glory of the Holy War.
This was the closest the Winged Race had ever been to the number one Immortal, but the result was still failure.
When An Qing walked down from the arena, the experts of the Winged Race crowded around him.
After experiencing the massacre, the surviving experts of the Winged Race were extremely convinced by An Qing, and had already gathered around him, becoming his first group of loyal fans.
"Let's go, our mission has just begun."
An Qing glanced at the dazzling Li Mu on the arena, then turned and left with the experts of the Winged Race.
And on the other side, the experts of the Extraterrestrial Demon Race were similarly disappointed with the result of this battle.
When they looked at Li Mu, their eyes were filled with deep fear.
They were also more willing to see An Qing as their opponent in the final.
Because Li Mu was too terrifying.
This human had left too deep an impression on the Extraterrestrial Demon Race, like a nightmare.
But Shen Jia himself, a look of joy emerged on his face.
"The most perfect result, the final opponent, is the one I am most looking forward to."
Shen Jia lifted his head to look at Li Mu on the arena, an intense light bursting out of his eyes.
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