Everyone could feel the strong murderous aura emanating from Chu Xun at this moment. They did not understand why the usually gentle and elegant handsome man would have such a strong hatred for Li Muyang.
Stars dotted the sky. When the first starlight exploded, Li Muyang bore the brunt of the attack.
When he punched out, the force of the fist triggered an even bigger wave of qi explosion, and he bore the brunt of it.
Two consecutive shockwaves enveloped his entire body.
Li Muyang was obviously seriously injured, blood was already spilling from the corner of his mouth in the air.
His clothes were ragged, like a beggar.
His face and hands were also covered in wounds, which were caused by the exploding starlight sword qi.
Tie Muxin's mouth was wide open, his forehead dripping with sweat, muttering incessantly: "Quickly counterattack — — punch him in the head — —"
"One sword destroys a city is the second sword of 'Starry Sky Sword', a more powerful and overbearing sword. The first sword mainly injures, the second sword mainly kills. One sword destroys a city, when the sword arrives, the city will be destroyed. Of course, if Chu Xun can practice this sword to perfection — — This is a murderous sword intent, a murderous sword technique. "Lin Canghai explained in a low voice to Qiandu standing next to him. He is a master of the sword, more or less dabbled in the world's sword techniques. He knew that Qiandu was concerned about this, so he analyzed the situation for her at such a tense moment. "Chu Xun wants to kill Li Muyang."
Hovering above Lin Canghai's head was a pitch-black iron sword, the blade of the iron sword was restless, trembling incessantly, as though it could rush out at any time to deal a fatal blow to the enemy.
Qiandu clenched and loosened her fist, her beautiful eyes stared unblinkingly at the battlefield, but her face was as calm as ever. "Chu Xun doesn't dare."
"But — —" Chu Xun was not convinced. He could see the murderous intent in Chu Xun's eyes, as well as the sword intent in his hand.
Murderous intent can be disguised, but sword intent is difficult to fake.
At least at this moment, Chu Xun's sword was a murderous sword, a bloodthirsty sword.
A red ball of light appeared in Lu Qiji's hand, and a small firebird head peeked out from the ball of light.
The firebird tried to flap its wings again and again, but it was suppressed in her palm again and again.
She was waiting.
She was also hesitating.
Yang Xiaohu's face also calmed down. His right hand was tucked into his sleeve, so the sleeve on his right arm was puffing up, like there was a miniature torch wind hidden inside.
He heard Qiandu say, "Chu Xun doesn't dare."
If Chu Xun dared to kill someone in front of everyone here, his life would be ruined. Even the West Wind royal family could not protect him.
A child like him, who was born with a golden spoon in his mouth, would never do something that would force himself into a dead end. The more they had, the stronger their inner demons became.
Li Muyang's body flew backwards in the air, while Chu Xun's body chased after him.
The sword in his hand was rapidly approaching Li Muyang's chest. Three inches, two inches, one inch — —
He pierced through Li Muyang's clothes and pierced through Li Muyang's flesh.
Blood began to appear on the blade of his sword.
Pa — —
Li Muyang's back was the first to fall to the ground, his body slamming heavily into the flagstone.
Screech — —
Chu Xun's feet also landed at the same time, the sword in his hand was still stabbed into Li Muyang's chest.
"Ugh — —"
Because of the heavy impact on his back, the clotted air in his chest suddenly cleared up.
He felt a sweetness in his throat, and then spat out a mouthful of blood.
"Li Muyang — —" The crowd cried out in alarm.
Li Muyang lay on the ground, staring at Chu Xun. Chu Xun looked down at Li Muyang.
"Li Muyang, you're already dead." Chu Xun said in a cold voice.
"How could that be?" The corners of Li Muyang's mouth curved into a faint smile as he said: "How can a dead person hear words like 'you're already dead'?"
"If this sparring match was just a show of words, you wouldn't have lost so miserably." Chu Xun used Li Muyang's mocking words before the match to attack him. "If it was a battle of life and death, if I thrust my sword forward one centimeter — — you would have died. Your heart would have been pierced and no one would have been able to save you. "
"But, why didn't you do that?"
"You — —" The smile on Chu Xun's face grew brighter and brighter as he said: "Li Muyang, you can't afford to lose? All this time, no one knew your cultivation level. I thought, you should at least be stronger than I imagined — — If I knew you were so vulnerable that you couldn't even block my first sword, I wouldn't have gone through so much trouble to arrange a battle with you. I don't want to bully the weak, this is not in line with the noble education I received. "
Chu Xun crouched down, lowered his voice and said to Li Muyang: "Li Muyang, you're trash."
"I'm not afraid of being bullied at all, and I'm not afraid of people calling me trash." Li Muyang said with a smile. "Do you know why?"
"I'm really a little curious."
"Because for a very long time, that's how everyone treated me. They bullied me because I was weak and called me trash. Of course, this is still considered kind. I've heard a lot of worse things. " When Li Muyang talked about the past, his expression was calm and collected, as if he was talking about a tragic person that had nothing to do with him. "I was born like that, I'm also helpless."
"It seems the eyes of the masses are really sharp." Chu Xun said sarcastically.
"To tell you the truth, I thought about giving up. After I weighed my knowledge of martial arts, I thought about finding an excuse to cancel the duel, say I have a stomachache, or my head is a little uncomfortable, or I suddenly have hemorrhoids — — I thought of countless reasons. "
"If you really did that, it would be more dignified than it is now." Chu Xun said, looking at Li Muyang's face. He likes the feeling of victory, he likes the feeling of being watched. He likes to look down at others, watching the weak begging for mercy in front of him. "Li Muyang, do you know what you look like lying there? Like a wounded dog, an animal that was stabbed in the chest with a sword — — "
"But I can't do that." Li Muyang gently shook his head and said in a firm voice. "I can admit defeat, I can beg for mercy, I can be shameless, but — — he is a proud and conceited guy. In the long river of his life, he had never admitted defeat or begged for mercy. He has never done such a shameful thing. If I retreat at this time, he would be furious, right? I can feel his emotions. I know this is not the result he wants to see. "
"I'm a nobody, my body is fragile, my fate is precarious. I just want to live well, for myself and for my family — — "Li Muyang's eyes shone with a divine light, something similar to faith. "But, I have to fight for him. Even if I know I can't beat you, I still have to stand upright here and seriously fight with you — — This damn dignity, this damn face. "
Li Muyang looked at the sword stuck in his chest and said in a low voice: "Do you want to stab a little further?"
Chu Xun's face darkened, he did not like this Li Muyang.
She was clearly the victor, so why did she have to look at his calm and confident appearance?
What's so impressive about him? He's just a good-for-nothing trash.
"If you can't do it, then pull out the sword." Li Muyang said with a smile: "Just now when I was lying on the ground, I suddenly thought of a move, I think — — I can still save you. Who knows, if I'm not careful, I might send you flying? "
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