Below, "One Cut that Sends Man to Death" Wu Biao's eyes narrowed.
"Who exactly are you?" His voice reverberated in the moonlit wilderness. "Why are you blocking the way of this stronghold master?"
On the top of the stone peak.
Li Mu, who was disguised as a burly old man, did not speak.
He gently stamped the ground with his left foot.
The invisible strength turned into air waves and broke out with him as the center.
All the stiff Qingfeng Citadel minions, including the Sixth master who had been dead, were all lifted out and fell from the stone peak, falling in the air. With the help of the moonlight, it could be vaguely seen that in the process of falling, those bodies were all like rice ears cut by a farmer's sickle, divided into two and broken.
Under the "Lightning Chopping" of the second move of the Wind-Cloud Six Moves, these minions did not know how they died.
"The moon is bright and the stars are sparse, the crows fly south …"
Li Mu opened his mouth at this time.
In fact, he saw the bright moon in the sky and wanted to recite an ancient poem from the earth as the opening poem of his incarnation to create an atmosphere and show off.
But when he opened his mouth, he suddenly felt that the following words were not suitable for such an occasion.
After a pause, Li Mu did not know how to continue to show off.
This was f * cking awkward.
Li Mu paused, so he had to change his words and changed another sentence from the earth to show off. Standing on the top of the stone peak, he said like an unworldly master, "I heard that you are in charge of the Qingfeng Citadel and you have the supreme knife method which can kill people with one cut. Also, you have a good head which is famous everywhere. I am very yearning for you. Under the two moons tonight, I especially want to invite you to borrow Jun's good head. Please don't be stingy."
"One Cut that Sends Man to Death" Wu Biao looked as cold as winter and said, "Are you from Duan Shuiliu's sect? There are many people who want to take off my head, but I am afraid that you don't have that ability. "As his voice fell, he made a strange whistling sound.
The "Nine Cauldron Chrysanthemum Leopard" under his crotch suddenly rushed out and turned into a black lightning, carrying Wu Biao and rushing toward the stone peak.
Li Mu's eyes shrank.
What incredible speed!
This Black Chrysanthemum Leopard was truly a mutated species of the wilderness. It left no footprints on the snow and landed noiselessly on the ground. With a single leap, it could traverse more than ten meters. When it sprinted, it actually arrived at the foot of the stone peak in two or three breaths.
The beast exerted strength on its four feet at the same time and jumped up more than 20 meters high. It scratched on the stone wall like grabbing tofu and tore the crack. With the help of the countershock, it carried Wu Biao and jumped more than 10 meters.
Li Mu's eyes lit up.
"Hahaha, other than your head, I want this big black cat as well."
He casually slapped a rock beside him that was as tall as a person.
Whoosh!
The gigantic boulder that had stood on the stone peak for thousands of years was snapped in half and sent flying. Carrying a boundless force of impact, it smashed toward the man and leopard below like a meteor.
The timing and angle were as precise and wonderful as the horns of an antelope.
"Hahaha … open for me."
Wu Biao shouted and jumped up on the black panther like a big bird. He chopped with the bloody giant blade in his hand, and a bloody light shone in the night sky.
Chi!
The sound of thin paper tearing was heard.
The gigantic boulder with the falling force of tens of thousands of kilograms was cut into two from the middle like a piece of tofu and separated to two sides. It brushed Wu Biao's figure and flew out to the left and right sides, falling down the cliff.
Li Mu gasped in astonishment.
What a brilliant bladesmanship.
He was no longer a young boy when he first came to the alien planet. He had certain attainments on the martial arts of this world, especially the knife. Although he seemed to understand it and couldn't see through the mystery of Wu Biao's knife, he could feel that the knife was very terrible.
Thinking quickly, Li Mu held the long-handled podao backhandedly.
The way he held the knife was very weird.
The handle was in the front and the blade was behind, which was like dragging the knife but not exactly right.
Li Mu stood tall and straight, inhaled and sank into the center, and stayed still. He kept a strange posture and an inexplicable meaning flowed.
At the same time, the black panther roared and leaped up again.
In the mid-air, it accurately caught Wu Biao who was falling slightly.
The man and the beast cooperated very well. With the help of the strength, Wu Biao jumped up again like a sparrow hawk and instantly jumped to the top of the stone peak. He moved as fast as lightning and directly chopped at Li Mu with his knife again.
"Netherworld Diversion Chop … Kill!"
He shouted. His voice was like thunder, like the roar of a primordial beast.
The bloody knife light poured down like a river of blood from the netherworld.
Li Mu stood still and rooted his feet. He still held the long-handled podao backhandedly and stared at the bloody knife light.
Under the transformation of the Xiantian Skill, his senses were sharp, and his eyesight was comparable to that of a hawk. Others could not capture the trajectory of the blood-red knife light, but in his eyes, he could clearly see the blade. He could even see the blade cutting through the air, creating layers of transparent airflow in the void.
In a thousandth of a second, Li Mu used his knife at the same time.
"Dao-Drawing Chop!"
Li Mu's voice was like rolling thunder, which shook the world.
Clang!
The knife collided with the knife.
Sparks splashed in the moonlight.
Figures crossed each other and their clothes were fluttering.
Wu Biao leaped over Li Mu's head like a giant hawk and landed about ten meters behind him.
Li Mu, however, was like a boulder, standing firmly in the same place. But his posture of holding the broadsword had changed from holding the handle backhand with the blade facing backward to pointing outward and upward, just like a joss stick being offered to him.
Silence.
Under the moonlight, on the stone peak, the two figures seemed to be frozen.
The mountain wind suddenly blew over thousands of mountains and ridges.
The green trees were like waves.
The mountain call was deep and distant, mysterious like the sea tide.
On the mountain road below, there were dozens of Qingfeng Citadel minions who survived.
They hid behind all kinds of rocks and trees in fear, looked up and nervously watched the top of the mountain. They could vaguely see the two figures, but they didn't know who won.
Especially the second master who played the role of military counselor in Qingfeng Citadel, he saw the opportunity early and hid in advance, so he was not killed by Li Mu's previous arrows.
At this time, he was carefully hiding behind a rock, looking at the top of the stone peak nervously. The life or death of Wu Biao was too important for him.
On the top of the stone peak.
There was a dead silence.
About five or six breaths later.
Wu Biao put away his knife and slowly turned around.
"What a fast knife method." With a panicked look on his face, he seemed to be recalling the reincarnation of life and death at the moment of the previous confrontation. He said, "I've met countless saber masters in my life. Even 'Flowing-light Shadow Broadsword' Zhang Yuning, who ranks fourth among the four great sabersmen in the Holy Clan of the Guanshan Pasture, is not as fast as yours."
The wind blew, and a part of Wu Biao's sleeve flew with the wind.
Li Mu also slowly turned around.
His face was slightly pale, and a drop of blood appeared from his left shoulder, and then drops of blood oozed out.
The blood stained his Taoist robe.
Slowly, his clothes were cracked, and a thin knife mark appeared on the skin below, and the blood oozed out from the knife mark.
"One Cut to Kill … It's really a good knife method."
Li Mu couldn't help but sigh.
Clang!
The long handle podao in his hand was broken from the sharpest part of the blade, and the upper part fell to the ground.
This fine steel podao left by the former Taibai county magistrate in the practice room was absolutely a good quality, and its sharpness could cut off a hair. But it couldn't be compared with the bloody giant knife in Wu Biao's hand.
However, Li Mu didn't care about the loss of a knife.
What he really felt shocked and frustrated was that at the moment when the knife light crossed, he had clearly captured the trajectory and arc of the bloody giant knife, and he also used the Dao-Drawing Chopping which he had never used to gather momentum to cut. In terms of power, the Dao-Drawing Chopping of the two Wind-Cloud Six Moves that had been formed was more solid and steady than the Lightning Chopping. It was a knife that could kill with one blow, and it was more powerful under Li Mu's deliberate accumulation …
But Li Mu was still defeated in the face-to-face confrontation.
He deserved his reputation.
A martial arts master who had been famous for a long time was really terrible.
This Wu Biao had terrible strength, and he was definitely the strongest and most ruthless warrior that Li Mu had met since he came to this planet. The martial arts knife method he mastered was also the most powerful, and it was definitely a secret book above the ninth grade, the eighth grade or even the seventh grade.
It was not the gap of strength.
It was the gap of the knife method and fighting skills.
After all, Li Mu was a rookie in martial arts.
Even with the old faker's indoctrination and the assistance of the two immortal skills of Xiantian Skill and Zhenwu Boxing, his martial arts experience, martial arts theory and actual combat experience were limited after all, so the knife method he created could not really compete with the knife method that was really tempered and polished by countless martial arts sages in this world.
But he was not discouraged or discouraged.
Because Li Mu deeply understood that any skill must be integrated and tested repeatedly at the same time in order to be truly perfect, and the Wind-Cloud Six Moves was the first step he took out of this kind of experimental training.
The mountain wind was whistling, and the moonlight was cold.
Wu Biao's face was cold, and he slowly walked over with the bloody giant knife in his hand.
"What a fast knife … But it's a pity that although your knife is fast, you don't have enough foundation and stamina. Do you want to take the road of simplicity? It's a pity that the Great Way has always been complicated and as vast as the sea. If you really want to be simple, you need to see the prosperity and profoundness, and then you can really go from complexity to simplicity. It's impossible to be simple in martial arts and knife methods. If you don't see the Great Way, how can you enter the Way? "
Li Mu had to admit that he was right.
This was a strong knife method, and every word of this knife method cultivation was worth a thousand gold, and it was worth to understand.
Li Mu was in awe, and he cupped his hands and said, "Thank you for your advice, but do you think you have already won by saying such priceless advice in front of me?"
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