A troop of about 100 knights blocked the way of Li Mu and the others.
"Stupid Easterners, stop your lowly footsteps."
A bearded man riding a tall reindeer, wearing chainmail and holding an armor-piercing awl in his hand, looked like a medieval knight. His burly figure was quite striking.
Li Mu had read the information that the western cultivation world was mainly divided into two factions, the new and the old.
The new faction was mostly composed of the new generation of cultivators and various superpower users who emerged with the recovery of Spiritual Qi. They perfectly integrated into the modern life of technology and could improve their combat capability by using hot weapons.
The old faction was composed of some ancient heritages, such as the Vatican, ascetics, monks, monasteries, and so on. They still maintained the ancient way of life and fighting.
The reindeer knight in front of him was obviously from the old faction.
"Now get off the back of this white bull and kiss my boots. Otherwise, you will taste the anger of the Knights of Sark today."
The reindeer knight said in a tone full of pride and contempt.
"Kill them all."
Li Mu said.
The Dragon King and Yuan Hou took action at the same time.
In just five or six minutes, the ground was covered with blood.
The so-called Knights of Sark were all wiped out.
The Yak King stepped on the blood and marched forward.
Along the way, they encountered several groups of western cultivation forces. Without exception, they were all full of arrogance and contempt. They said that they would kill Li Mu and the others. In the end, they were all killed without exception.
Li Mu and the others came with the anger of revenge.
Judging from what the West had done in Shaanxi Province, they had been very restrained.
At the very least, he didn't go on a killing spree to kill innocent civilians.
About half a day later, the Yak King stepped on a bloody road and finally reached the mountain road of the Alps.
In the era of the Great Recovery, this long-famous mountain in Europe had indeed "grown" again.
The mountain towered into the clouds.
Large tracts of white clouds enveloped the deepest peak, as if the legendary Heaven was hidden in the depths of the clouds.
The Divine Palace of Heaven.
The largest holy land for cultivators in Europe was located on the highest peak, Mount Bailang.
It used to be 4,800 meters high.
But now, it was probably over 10,000 meters high.
At the foot of the mountain, tens of thousands of western cultivators from various countries had gathered.
There was also a group of well-equipped mercenaries who had deployed the most powerful firearms in all of Europe.
More than 60% of the elites of the cultivation world in Europe were gathered here.
The way they looked at Li Mu and the others was full of hatred.
The slaughter of the Eastern Expedition Vanguard along the way shocked the West.
Li Mu slowly stood up from the back of the yak king.
He looked down at the foot of the mountain and saw the vast group of western cultivators. A cold glint flashed across his eyes.
His figure slowly floated up.
They reached a height of a hundred meters.
Then, he reached out and grabbed at the void.
The white clouds and mist that enveloped the Tibetan Peak of the Alps madly converged on Li Mu's palm like a whale sucking in water, and turned into a silver broadsword that was 100 meters long.
Condensing Qi into a saber.
Li Mu did not say a word.
He raised one hand above his head, and then casually chopped down with his saber.
The entire sky, the entire world, seemed to have been split into two by the sharp edge of this saber.
The rolling airwaves suddenly separated.
The shock and fear on the faces of the western cultivators in the distance quickly magnified at this moment and then froze.
The earth cracked.
This hack directly cut a crack hundreds of meters long in the ground, splitting the foothills and the Holy Mountain of Europe in the middle.
The overflowing Broadsword Qi, like the scorching waves of the sun, pounced on the crowd, and instantly annihilated nearly 99% of the western cultivators at the foot of the mountain.
Only the less than 100 people survived the fate of being killed instantly by relying on their reflexes and cultivation.
But many of them were seriously injured.
The Alps were cut in two.
It was as if a dragon had split from the middle.
No one knew how deep the dark crack was. It split the mountain and stretched into the distance.
As for the super elite firearms mercenary army?
They had long been turned into ashes by the Broadsword Intent along with their weapons.
This slash shocked all the people in the Eastern advance party.
God!
This was the power that only gods could have.
Even many people knew that Li Mu had created countless miracles.
But the hack just now had exceeded the limit of their imagination.
This was not a realm that a human cultivator could reach at all.
Li Mu stood in the air, holding the Cloud Qi Blade, and looked at Mount Bai Langfeng in the distance.
"Didn't you want to challenge me? Show yourself. "
He said.
His voice was not loud.
But it echoed between heaven and earth.
It resounded over Europe.
A dragon roar came from Mount Bai Langfeng in the depths of the Alps.
In the sunlight, its silver scales glittered.
A silver western dragon with a wingspan of more than 200 meters flew over. On its back stood a burly figure in silver armor, whose fiery red hair was fluttering in the wind.
Behind him, there were also priests and nuns dressed in black robes, soaring into the air.
"The Eastern God of War, Li Mu?"
The silver-armored man was holding a heavy silver dragon spear more than 10 meters long, which was as light as a feather. He stared at Li Mu with a solemn look in his eyes.
He had never expected that the legendary Eastern God of War had such a terrifying strength. "Oh my god! This time, I seem to have kicked an iron plate. I'm going to be in trouble."
Li Mu did not speak.
Then, he made another hack.
This hack was not as earth-shattering as before.
It was just a light slash.
A look of fear suddenly appeared on the silver-armored man's face. Silver light burst out from his body, and the dragon spear in his hand suddenly trembled. He held it with both hands and made a defensive posture. He even burst out with a roar.
However, nothing happened.
Li Mu just made a feint.
The dragon knight, known as the Hand of God, was scared out of his wits.
Li Mu could not help but shake his head and sneer.
"Look at yourself. What qualifications do you have to challenge me?"
He looked disdainful.
"You …"
Only then did the silver-armored dragon knight realize that he had been fooled.
He was shocked by Li Mu's first hack, so he was too nervous. Li Mu's casual move scared him so much that he overreacted.
"Easterner, you've killed too many of us along the way …"
The silver-armored dragon knight opened his mouth to say something.
Li Mu raised his hand and made a hack.
This hack was no longer a feint.
Swish!
The dragon spear, the knight, and the silver dragon all froze.
Then, they were cut into six pieces.
Blood spurted out.
They fell to the ground.
But Li Mu did not stop there. He charged forward and hacked left and right. Within a few strokes, he had killed all the priests and Taoists who were rushing over. Not a single one was spared.
The next moment, he turned into a stream of light and rushed to Bai Langfeng.
He saved them.
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