Every time he wielded his broadsword, it was as if he was sharpening it on a whetstone.
Every time he wielded his broadsword, the "broadsword" in Li Mu's heart would be sharper.
What was more, for Li Mu himself, this kind of most primitive fighting method, in which his broadsword cut into flesh, blood, bones, and life, was the best way to vent the anger and killing intent in his heart.
It was the most satisfying.
It was the most satisfying.
Therefore, he chopped them one by one.
The black tide of cultivators never stopped charging at him, but they could never knock him down.
Whether it was the most ordinary and low-level cultivators or the high-level experts of the association, in front of Li Mu's broadsword, all living things were equal, and their lives were all stopped.
The most primitive fighting method bloomed the most terrible brilliance.
Gradually, the situation began to get a little out of hand.
Because Li Mu showed no sign of fatigue.
His broadsword was so fast from beginning to end.
His eyes were so bright from beginning to end.
His hands were so steady from beginning to end.
He was so calm and composed from beginning to end.
It was as if Li Mu was not fighting.
Instead, he was cutting the grass.
Whether it was the ordinary cultivators, the high-level experts of the association, or the small Natural Expert or the small Void-breaking Realm, in front of him and his broadsword, there was no difference. They were all vulnerable weeds. He just needed to cut them one by one, and there was no need to distinguish who was strong and who was weak.
Because the so-called strength was meaningless in front of his broadsword.
Gradually, the vice chairman's face changed.
Li Mu, who was supposed to be exhausted, had been full of vigor and vigor, which made him begin to suspect that even if he killed all the more than 2,000 practitioners in the ZhongTian Building, Li Mu would not show any sign of exhaustion.
He saw a team leader of the association wielding a magic weapon and a magic instrument cast a supernatural power and turned into a Dharma Idol with three heads and six arms. The monstrous power and unparalleled power shocked everyone. But before the man could rush over, he was hacked to death by Li Mu with a hack.
He saw that an elder of the association, who was wearing a piece of divine armor unearthed from the ancient relic and was known as the king of defense, was torn apart like a piece of paper in front of Li Mu's broadsword.
He saw a beast controller of the association directing his Manticore to charge at Li Mu. The beast, which could usually tear apart a one-meter-thick steel plate in an instant, was cut in half when it rushed past Li Mu and fell into a pool of blood …
He saw …
He saw bodies falling one by one.
A chill suddenly rose in the vice president's heart.
Something was not right.
They were all wrong.
Everyone's views and opinions were wrong.
Li Mu's performance had deceived everyone.
It wasn't that he wasn't strong, but he was strong to the extent that ordinary people couldn't understand.
If they continued to fight like this, it would be disastrous.
The assets of the Cultivators Association were about to be wiped out.
If he were to become a commander without an army, then it would definitely be an unbearable loss in his future plans and arrangements.
No matter what era it was, it was not easy to gather and cultivate a group of loyal subordinates.
Just when the vice president realized the seriousness of the matter, on the Dark Net, all the practitioners who were watching the live broadcast from all over the world gradually realized that this battle was different.
"You can stop the sarcasm. Why do I feel that this Eastern War God is something."
"Not just a little, but a lot, okay?"
"If this really isn't an act, then I have to take back what I said before. At the very least, I can't do what he did. Moreover, I feel that if I were to face this man, it's very likely that I wouldn't be able to withstand a second move.
"Now I just want to know who can block his move. Can anyone do it?"
"It's not real. How can this man do it?"
"I feel that the men in black are about to be killed. Maybe they don't even realize it."
"It seems that no one dares to rush forward."
"Their fighting spirit has collapsed."
"So, in fact, the Eastern War God is more terrible than we think."
The comments began to become more interesting.
After all, those who could log on to the Dark Net to watch the live broadcast were all famous people. They were not idiots or fools.
Things were getting interesting.
Some people analyzed the process of the battle through the comments, especially Li Mu's marvelous broadsword attack. It was hard to describe and explain it with the common sense in the world. How on earth did he do it?
In the Snow Wolf Lake on the Siberian tundra, the proud werewolves, who were dismissive at the beginning, began to be a little silent.
In the conference room of the Fierce Tiger Organization, the anger in the voice of the "god" disappeared, replaced by a kind of solemnity.
In the base of the Demons Alliance, even the talkative fourth lord had voluntarily shut up. The chief and the second lord began to think about how to reevaluate their evaluation of Li Mu.
In the Vatican, the desire to conquer was still boiling in the hearts of the bishops, but there was a trace of hesitation.
Although the top experts of all the major forces had a kind of scruple about Li Mu, they also thought of a problem at the same time.
Or, at the same time, they all realized a huge flaw in Li Mu's fighting method —
Although this kind of broadsword attack was strange and no one could resist it, the efficiency was too low. For Li Mu, there was no difference between ten thousand cultivators and ten thousand pigs, and he needed to kill them one by one.
So, for the big forces on Earth, such a seemingly invincible existence, the real destructive power was actually very limited?
In short, this point could be taken advantage of.
…
"Catch that woman. Arrest her."
The vice chairman looked down from the air and pointed at Su Cuo, who was standing quietly in the hall on the first floor.
Before, everyone's attention was focused on Li Mu, so that Su Cuo was completely ignored and did not have any sense of existence.
At the vice chairman's reminder, dozens of cultivators rushed toward Su Cuo.
Su Cuo's short black hair hung down from her temples, and a few strands covered her eyes, which made the female general in the white military uniform look valiant and incomparably beautiful.
The spiritual gun had already been loaded and was ready to fight at any time.
She was a general in the military, but at the same time, she was also a cultivator with good cultivation. The experience on the Divine Land had tempered her body and given her excellent cultivation talent.
In these years, if she hadn't focused all her energy on national affairs and military affairs, she might have been an expert in the Great Void-breaking Realm.
Just as Su Cuo was about to shoot, the circle drawn by Li Mu under her feet suddenly burst into a dazzling light. Wisps of Broadsword Intent spread out. Before the dozen experts of the Cultivators Association could react, they were instantly minced into pieces by the Broadsword Intent.
The blood mist twisted in the air and spread out, like a flower of death that bloomed in an instant, beautiful and horrible.
Su Cuo was stunned.
Just now, Li Mu asked her to stay in the circle. It turned out that the circle he drew casually had such power?
It was incredible.
How did he do it?
Several more experts of the Cultivators Association rushed over.
But they still couldn't escape death.
The Broadsword Intent of the circle broke out, like a tide of death, and instantly minced everything. It was not something that they could resist at all, nor was it something that they could understand with their realm.
"Damn it."
The vice chairman fell into a great rage.
"Back off!"
He shouted.
The experts of the Cultivators Association quickly retreated, and retreated, and retreated again and again like a tide.
The vice chairman floated in the air, looked down at Li Mu, and said, "Humph, I didn't want to kill you with my own hands, but … Li Mu, you should be proud to die under my golden dragon dart."
He took out the golden dragon dart he got from the young head of the Taixuan Immortal Sect.
The magic treasure of the Immortal Sect could destroy the world.
It was time to make a name for oneself.
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