Li Mu landed on the flying ship of the West Sea Sword Sect, and no one dared to stop him.
He raised his hand, and a jet of broadsword light cut off the iron hook. Ouyang Huanyu's body fell. He reached out to hold it, and then took his head off the mast and put it back together with the body.
"Hmm?"
He suddenly felt a very strange fluctuation of consciousness coming from Ouyang Huanyu's body. It was not the power of the living, but a very strange fluctuation similar to the soul.
"No way, could it be …"
Li Mu was delighted.
He directly performed the Soul-summoning Skill taught by the old faker, and sure enough, he got a trace of feedback from Ouyang Huanyu's body. It was faint, but he was sure that it was not an illusion.
"There's hope!"
He was overjoyed.
"Is it because the souls of experts in the Void-breaking Realm are so special that they can be preserved for such a long time after death?"
When he was on the Divine Land, Li Mu also tried to save Ning Jing and his wife with the Soul-summoning Skill, but he failed. At that time, Ning Jing and his wife died less than two hours ago.
"Kill him and avenge our head."
"Don't let him run away."
"Kill!"
At this moment, the experts of the West Sea Sword Sect on the flying ship finally came to their senses. Most of them were afraid of death, but in such a large sect, there were still some loyal people, especially the children of Qin Rushuang. With bloodshot eyes, they unsheathed their swords and rushed over.
A cold light flashed in Li Mu's eyes.
"Go to hell!"
The Natural Invisible Body-broken Broadsword Intent swirled.
A jet of broadsword light flashed.
The air was scorching hot, as if it was a scorching summer day. Dozens of swordsmen of the West Ocean Sword Sect were swept up by the broadsword light. At first, they didn't feel anything, not even a scratch on their bodies. While they were feeling puzzled, all of a sudden, a strange force broke out in their bodies. Like thin paper licked by flames, they instantly turned into a puff of ashes and dissipated in the air, leaving no bones behind!
Another jet of broadsword light flashed.
The air was bitterly cold, and the fine snowflakes were drifting in the air. Dozens of swordsmen of the West Ocean Sword Sect didn't feel anything in their haste. While they were feeling surprised, the extremely cold force suddenly broke out in their bodies. They were frozen into white snowmen in midair. As the cold wind blew over, they turned into snowflakes and fell down quickly, without any smell of blood.
"What kind of saber technique is this?"
"An extraterrestrial immortal technique?"
The swordsmen of the West Ocean Sword Sect were scared out of their wits.
It was too strange.
This kind of broadsword-using method had gone beyond the scope of martial arts on the Bitter Star. It was essentially different from the general combat skills of the Fire Sect and the Snow Sect. There were no raging flames or flying snow, but its power was so great and the killing method was so strange that it was impossible to guard against it.
Chi chi chi!
A strange saber light flowed.
On the flying ship, terrifying scenes began to appear.
The swordsmen of the West Sea Sword Sect were hit one after another. Then, after a slight pause, the broadsword intent exploded in their bodies. Some of them turned into flying ashes, some into snowflakes, some into a puddle of rain, and some directly dispersed into a gust of wind …
The saber light was unstoppable.
This was no longer the power of the Broadsword Intent Realm.
This was the way of broadswordsmanship.
It was Li Mu's preliminary understanding and derivation of the swordsmanship of the Ode to the Gallant.
As Li Mu's mind raced, the saber light was generated in the void, moving from east to west and from north to south. They created and destroyed each other, crisscrossing and cutting each other, leaving no trace. On the flying ship, the saber light flew like a flash of lightning and swirled around like a stream of flowing light.
"Run!"
"No, run!"
"Ah …"
In a burst of frightened cries, the fighting spirit of the experts of the West Sea Sword Sect collapsed. Some of them had long been scared out of their wits and had no intention of making a move. And those who just wanted to avenge Qin Rushuang also lost their fighting spirit and began to flee one after another …
When the tree fell, the monkeys scattered.
But how could they possibly run away?
"Today, I'm going to wipe out the West Sea Sword Sect and use your pathetic lives as a sacrifice to Uncle Ouyang's soul in heaven."
Li Mu had made up his mind to kill them.
He would never let any disciple of the West Sea Sword Sect go.
This so-called Decent Alliance was actually a malignant tumor that should be eradicated long ago.
The broadsword light swirled.
One figure after another fled from the flying ship. But in midair, just as they were exclaiming that they were lucky, flames suddenly gushed out of their bodies. The cold air burst out of their bodies and turned them into ashes. Frost, snow, and rain fell from the sky!
"No, I don't want to die."
"Ah, I'm not reconciled to this."
"What kind of broadsword-using method is this?"
The blood-curdling screams of death soon came to an abrupt end.
The fire, snow, thunder, lightning, rain, and wind in the sky all evolved chaotically. The experts, disciples, and members of the West Sea Sword Sect turned into the most primitive and pure power of heaven and earth and returned to heaven and earth.
In less than a dozen breaths, all the people of the West Sea Sword Sect on the flying ship had disappeared, leaving no trace, as if they had turned into an empty ghost ship.
The experts of the West Sea Sword Sect who came to Mount Shu this time were all wiped out.
From then on, this major sword sect located in the West Sea area of the Bitter Star would undoubtedly be removed from the nine major sects. The remaining people would definitely not be able to maintain their former reputation.
The dazzling broadsword light all over the sky went into Li Mu's body.
He looked around and found that the flying ships and flying shuttles of the other eight major sects all retreated. The experts on them felt suffocated as if they were facing a formidable enemy. Not only did they not dare to look into Li Mu's eyes, but they also did not dare to appear in Li Mu's sight.
Killing intent surged in Li Mu's heart. He wanted to start a massacre at once and wipe out all the people of the nine major sects.
But another idea came to his mind, so he did not continue to make a move.
Carrying Ouyang Huanyu's body on his back, Li Mu's eyes were as sharp as knives, full of killing intent. He walked step by step in the air to the flying shuttle of divine light.
"Father …" Ouyang Yu, the Jade Young Master, rushed over and held Ouyang Huanyu's body in his arms. He burst into tears and almost fainted. The other elders, disciples, and disciples of the Sky-overlooking Pavilion also gathered around and knelt on the ground.
Ouyang Yu looked at Li Mu and said, "Thank you, Senior Fellow Apprentice Duan Shuiliu, for retrieving my father's body and letting him be buried. Before my father died in the battle, he left his last words. Our Sky-overlooking Pavilion will fully support Senior Fellow Apprentice Duan Shuiliu as the Sect Master of Mount Shu and swear to heaven that we will never betray him!"
On that day, Ouyang Huanyu did not hesitate to use a sneak attack to subdue Ye Hen, the head of the Moon Moon Sect, so that he could fight and die. But he was the head of a sect after all, so the night before the battle, he summoned Ouyang Yu and other core members of the Sky-overlooking Pavilion to make arrangements for his funeral.
One of the most important things was to wait for Li Mu to come out of the Green Lotus Pool. The Sky-overlooking Pavilion would fully support Li Mu as the new Sect Master of Mount Shu.
This matter had been discussed in the Fairy Hall that day, and a preliminary consensus had been reached. Ouyang Huanyu formally brought it up again in order to prevent the chaos in the Sky-overlooking Pavilion after his death, which would cause Mount Shu to be torn apart again.
As the master of one of the seven branches of Mount Shu, Ouyang Huanyu had been on the Bitter Star for hundreds of years. He had seen the difficulties caused by the collapse of Mount Shu, so he arranged everything in advance and then bravely died.
There were also strange people.
Mr. Yueshui said, "The Water and Moon Sect is also willing to serve Duan Shuiliu, the future leader of the Fate-defying Sect."
The little dragon head of the Dragon King Ridge, with a purple beard, said loudly, "Before my father went to battle, he also said that the Dragon King Ridge is willing to serve Senior Brother Duan Shuiliu as the new Sect Master of Mount Shu. Now, although my father is unconscious, his words are still the order of the Dragon King Ridge!"
A female elder of the Moon Dao Sect said, "Before the battle last night, the old grandma also said …"
Li Nianhao, the future leader of Li Shan, said, "The branch of Li Shan is willing to serve Senior Brother Duan Shuiliu as the Sect Master."
Another future leader of the Xian Tang Sect was a valiant female swordsman. Her strength was in the Great Sage Realm. She spent all her time with a sword and was a man of few words, so she didn't seem to have a strong presence on the surface. But at this time, she also said, "The same is true of the Xian Tang Sect."
Since the world-destroying war between the decent and the devil a hundred years ago, the Mount Shu Sect's founding Sect Master, Li Bai, left and disappeared, and the sect fell apart. The seven branches fought for the position of the Sect Master for nearly a hundred years. The internal frictions were constant, and the sect's vitality was greatly damaged.
There had never been a moment like this when the major branches had such unanimous opinions. They cooperated sincerely and were willing to elect the same person as the Sect Master of Mount Shu.
On the divine flying shuttle, countless eyes full of expectation and approval were fixed on Li Mu.
Li Mu hesitated a little, nodded, and said, "Okay."
He decided to take over the responsibility and become the Sect Master of Mount Shu.
Whether on Earth or on the Bitter Star, the word "Mount Shu" had a magical and romantic color. And for Li Mu today, after hearing the deeds and choices of the Dragon Head, the Knife Servant Wu Ming, Ouyang Huanyu, Ye Hen, and the others, the word "Mount Shu" represented a kind of glory and responsibility.
In the past, when he was on the Divine Land, Li Mu refused the request of Yu Hualong, the crown prince of the Great Moon Empire. Later, when the Great Moon Empire fell, Yu Hualong fought to the death and almost lost his soul. Li Mu traveled thousands of miles to save him. After that, he regretted it in the bottom of his heart.
Now, the scene at that time reappeared. Li Mu decided not to avoid the responsibility, but to take the position and prop up the sky that was about to collapse.
When the experts of the major branches of Mount Shu saw Li Mu nod, their eyes lit up and they cheered in a low voice. At the same time, the fiery fighting spirit and fighting spirit were burning wildly in their bodies.
At this time —
"Today's battle is over. Ye Hen of the Devil Cult and Young Master of Guqin and Sword lost two rounds, and Duan Shuiliu won one …" A voice came from the direction of the nine major sects. It was Li Muzi, the head of the Sky-reaching Sword Sect. He said loudly, "There are three rounds left. Let's fight again tomorrow."
As soon as he finished speaking, before Mount Shu could make any response, the flying ships of the nine major sects retreated like a tide and left the floating fighting ring battlefield.
"Shameless!"
"How can Guqin and Sword's fight be counted as a round?"
"She did it to save Granny Ye!"
The people of Mount Shu were furious.
The nine major sects were really despicable. How could this be counted as a round?
In this way, Mount Shu had won three and lost four of the ten fighting rings. In the remaining three rounds, the nine major sects had already gained the absolute upper hand, and the situation was not good for Mount Shu.
Li Mu said, "It doesn't matter. We just need to win the remaining four rounds. Let's go back next time. It's more important to heal Granny Ye. Besides, Pavilion Master Ouyang may have a chance of survival. "
"What?"
"Really?"
Everyone was surprised and delighted.
"Senior Fellow Apprentice Duan, no, Sect Master Duan, is my father really still alive?" When Ouyang Yu heard this, he looked at Li Mu nervously, like a desperate traveler in the desert who suddenly saw a water source. He waited for Li Mu's answer, for fear that it was a mirage.
Li Mu nodded and said, "I'm 50% sure, but I need to go back as soon as possible and set up a tactical deployment with the help of the mountains and Earthveins to draw qi and gather souls!"
This was also the reason why he let the nine major sects leave just now and didn't start a massacre.
He could kill people at any time.
But he couldn't miss the opportunity to save people.
When he finished saving people, he would draw his knife to take revenge.
The nine major sects, together with the so-called extraterrestrial practitioners behind them, could not escape.
How could the remaining three arena battles be as simple as arena battles?
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