Li Mu raised his hand again and pressed on the handle of the broadsword.
Another jet of broadsword light flew out. It was as bright as a comet passing through the dark sky.
The oncoming thunder dragon was directly cut into pieces, and the thunder and lightning disappeared.
Song Mian, the middle-aged man with a round face, flew backward in the remnants of the thunder and lightning, and landed on the place where he stood before. He looked shocked and slightly pale.
"I've told you, if you only know these fancy tricks, then stop here. If you're too weak, you don't even have the ability to make me draw my broadsword." Li Mu looked down at Song Mian from the top of the 25-degree slope.
Song Mian did not speak.
He did not expect that Li Zhiyuan's strength had reached such a terrifying level.
With a slash of the saber, ten thousand mountains were unstoppable.
This was simply the legendary realm of myth.
His thunder and lightning secret skill couldn't even withstand one strike of his broadsword.
In the distance, the martial arts experts of the alliance of the five Divine Clans were also a little dumbfounded. They were too shocked. Song Mian's performance couldn't be said to be weak. His means of manipulating the power of thunder and lightning had a destructive power. Even the leaders of the five Divine Clans might not have such strength. However, Li Zhiyuan's almost unreasonable broadsword light was so strong that they couldn't understand it at all.
"Am I going to lose?"
Li Zhiyuan's monstrous strength made everyone's hearts sink to the bottom of the valley.
Lu Chuan and dozens of other experts of the Tiandao Sect looked excited.
Ten years had passed, and Junior Fellow Apprentice Li rarely showed his strength. Today, did he finally show his real strength? That broadsword light was almost like a magic skill.
On the slope of Morning Sun Peak, Song Mian lowered his head and ignored Li Mu's sarcasm.
His shoulders were slightly trembling.
"Humph …"
A cold and sarcastic laugh came from his mouth.
"Hahahaha … Hahahaha."
His laughter grew louder and louder. It turned out that his shoulders were shaking not because of fear or shock, but because … he was laughing.
He slowly raised his head, and there was a fiery red light flashing in his eyes.
"Li Zhiyuan, do you really think you are going to win today?" He stared at Li Mu like a beast that was slowly waking up.
Li Mu looked calm from beginning to end. "Do you still have any trump cards? Why don't you use them all at once? "
Song Mian said, "Originally, I didn't want to break the seal and waste energy. I just wanted to give you a quick death, but you forced me to do this. Hehehe, aren't you curious about who I am? We've met before. "
Li Mu said indifferently, "I'm not curious, because no matter who you are, you will be a ghost under my blade. There is no difference."
"Hehe, what an annoying confidence. However, I'm afraid you'll never be able to guess it." Suddenly, cracks appeared on Song Mian's skin. Like a snake shedding its skin, it fell inch by inch, revealing a new face and a new body.
A hint of surprise appeared on Li Mu's face.
"Young Master of the Four Seas God Sect?"
The round-faced middle-aged man shed his original skin membrane and became young and handsome. His naked body was shrouded in a light purple Qi mist and was full of mysterious power. It was far beyond the round-faced Song Mian's aura, as if he had been forcibly raised to a higher realm.
"You didn't expect it, did you?" The Young Master of the Four Seas God Sect smiled sinisterly and said, "You thought I was dead, didn't you?"
Li Mu recalled that he had killed the Young Master of the Four Seas Divine Sect but did not kill the first sword slave. Later, when he went to that room, both of them disappeared. He thought that the first sword slave had left with the corpse of the Young Master of the Four Seas Divine Sect. Now it seemed that something even he did not expect had happened at that time.
However, it made no difference.
"I killed you once, and I can kill you again today."
Li Mu's slightly surprised expression soon calmed down.
Such a change was meaningless to the situation of the battle.
"Then let's have a try."
The Young Master of the Four Seas God Sect stretched out his palm in the void, and two purple thunder swords slowly condensed. Seeing this scene, the pupils of the martial arts experts who were watching the battle shrank slightly. Qi could take shape and condense into a substance. This was the cultivation of the legendary twelfth realm, the Mysterious Prime Realm.
"My God, the legendary realm has finally appeared?"
This time, Li Zhiyuan was bound to lose.
Li Mu shook his head and still did not draw his saber. For the third time, he raised his hand and pressed on the hilt of the saber at his waist.
Another ray of silver-white saber light shot out.
"Haha, this move again."
The Young Master of the Four Seas God Sect smiled disdainfully. He pointed the two swords in his hands at the sky and the other at the ground, rotating them clockwise. In an instant, the sword shadows overlapped and separated layer by layer. Countless thunder swords formed a circular sword plate.
"Thunder Extreme Thousand Sword Kill!"
With a clear shout, the Young Master of the Four Seas God Sect formed seals with his ten fingers, and thousands of thunder swords rushed out. In an instant, they turned into sword shadows all over the sky, with different trajectories. With dragons, tigers, lions, leopards, oxen, sheep, phoenixes, sparrowhawks, and other huge thunder and lightning illusions, they swallowed Li Mu.
Such a scene was many times more magnificent and terrifying than when Song Mian used the Thunder and Lightning Skill. In an instant, it was as if the thunder and lightning had attracted the world-destroying demonic beasts of the ancient heavens, or as if the Gate of Destruction of Hell had been opened.
Without a doubt, it was a shocking scene.
However, before the martial arts masters of the alliance of the five Holy Clans could cheer, the silver-white, resplendent saber light swept past gently. Like a painting, it split the sky open.
The pitch-black void was revealed. The endless devouring power instantly swallowed all the demonic beasts of thunder and lightning in the sky, and then the crack disappeared.
Everything seemed to be a dream.
The saber light did not weaken. It cut through the body of the Young Master of the Four Seas God Sect.
The latter trembled slightly, and then the confidence in his eyes completely vanished. His eyes were stiff and filled with disbelief and horror. He stared at Li Mu and said, "Your … your saber …"
"Idiot, I was already in the Mysterious Prime Realm ten years ago. Now you want to fight me with this level of cultivation?" Li Mu said indifferently, "It seems that you are not the main character today. You are just a tool being used. I'm very curious, what will happen next?"
"I … I … Hehe …"
The body of the Young Master of the Four Seas God Sect trembled violently. Then, like the skin of a wall peeling off, his muscles and bones began to fall. It looked extremely horrifying, as if a person had instantly experienced decay.
Such a strange change made the expressions of the martial arts experts watching the battle from afar change.
Strange!
The process of Song Mian transforming into the Young Master of the Four Seas God Sect was already a little strange. Now, the transformation of the body of the Young Master of the Four Seas God Sect was directly like that of a demon. How could the supreme person elected by the five Holy Clans be so evil?
Something didn't seem right.
At this moment, an unexpected change occurred.
The body of the young master of the Four Seas Divine Sect, which had been on the verge of turning into a skeleton, suddenly turned crimson. Wisps of blood-like mist began to circulate, and a powerful attractive force was emitted. The wisps of blood-like mist twisted and turned into mysterious runes that hung between heaven and earth.
On the ground, the rocks shook, the soil rolled, and the trees broke.
"That's …"
In the alliance of the five Holy Clans, someone suddenly pointed to the distance in shock.
It was a cemetery. If no one collected and carried away the bodies of the martial arts experts who died in the battle against the Tiandao Sect, they would be killed and buried in this cemetery. At this time, the graves, which had been covered with a layer of grass, were suddenly opened. The half-rotten bodies, shining with a faint red light, crawled out of the coffins, soil, and stone pits. They were drawn by an inexplicable force and gathered in the sky.
The complete and incomplete versions of the rotten bodies seemed to be alive. This scene was full of evil aura.
"Why is this happening?"
Some martial arts experts in the alliance of the five Holy Clans were stunned.
They could not accept such a fact.
Countless corpses, broken limbs, and even the blood that had dried up on the ground were re-filtered and drawn toward the body of the Young Master of the Four Seas God Sect.
In the blink of an eye, countless corpses, broken limbs, and bloody mud were attached to each other, turning into a huge, squirming flesh hill.
Li Mu stood still in the same place.
In fact, he had vaguely guessed what the third form of the Young Master would be.
Sure enough, soon, a brand-new stitched monster was formed in the sky.
It looked almost the same as the seemingly invincible stitched monster in the True God's lair under the Xuantian Palace. However, that stitched monster used fresh corpses, while this one was pieced together with countless rotten bodies. But it seemed to be stronger. The smell of the rotten bodies, the blood mixed with the soil, and the dead aura of the dead that had not dissipated …
The red and black aura lingered together, giving off a sense of doomsday.
"Li Zhiyuan." The chaotic but clear voice, which seemed to be produced by countless dead people at the same time, echoed between heaven and earth. "I once said that I would kill you. Today is the day you die."
Its body was surrounded by a kind of power beyond the Twelfth Realm, which had already begun to distort the void around it. The whole world was like a bottle that was about to be burst by some kind of force, extremely unstable.
This kind of power did not seem to belong to this world at all.
The people of Wulin who were watching the battle retreated as if it was the end of the world. Their faces were filled with horror. Things had developed to such an extent that it was completely beyond everyone's imagination. An atmosphere of conspiracy was quietly spreading.
Even a fool began to reflect on what Li Zhiyuan had said at the beginning.
"Did the hundreds of thousands of martial arts masters die in the battle to attack Tiandao Sect, or did someone deliberately send them to die to complete some ceremony or sacrifice conditions?"
Li Mu held the handle of the broadsword backhand and slowly drew the long broadsword out of the scabbard.
The indistinct sound of the broadsword circulated between heaven and earth.
Everyone's eyes fell on the saber at once.
Because everyone wanted to know how rare and precious the broadsword of Li Zhiyuan, who could be called the number one broadsword master in the world, was.
However, when the blade was drawn out of the scabbard inch by inch, everyone was stunned.
It was ordinary.
A very ordinary broadsword.
Li Zhiyuan held such an ordinary broadsword and chopped it backhand.
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