Li Muyang's position of himself was that of a nobody.
A man who was affectionate and righteous, who cared about his own life and the lives of others.
He didn't learn the ruthlessness of 'a general's success is built on thousands of bones'. He also didn't want to be a hero who would rather betray the world than be betrayed by the world.
He just wanted to be a man who was neither good nor bad, quietly and happily.
If others hit him, he had the ability to fight back.
If others loved him, he also had the capital to repay them.
This was the second time he met Hong Xiu. The first meeting couldn't even be called 'pleasant'.
However, this young girl was willing to sacrifice herself in order to protect him, not hesitating to die in battle …
Li Muyang didn't know the relationship between her and the Lu Family, and he didn't care about that. He only knew that this girl was going to die under the heavy sword to protect him.
The omnipresent restraint made Li Muyang angry. The feeling of powerlessness made Li Muyang aggrieved. The madness of wanting to destroy the world, and the deafening roar to the world …
I don't kill people, but people want to kill me.
I don't destroy the world, but the world wants to destroy me.
This person, this world, is simply bullying people too much!
His blood was boiling, and a strong hostility was about to burst out from the top of his head.
In his mind, under the rotation of the black crystal, the pressure on Li Muyang's body instantly collapsed, and the sword momentum was broken.
The burden on his body disappeared, but the anger in his heart couldn't be relieved.
He roared to the sky and punched.
In the blue flame, a white lightning shot up to the sky.
It was like an electric shock in the sky, like thunder in the sea.
It started later but arrived first. It rushed to the densely packed sword formation before Hong Xiu.
It was ferocious and overbearing, sweeping through all obstacles. Wherever the dragon went, nothing could stand in its way, and no sword could stand in its way.
Rumble …
The white dragon dragged its white, fiery tail as it charged upwards.
The blue wind disappeared, the blue snow disappeared, and the blue flame also disappeared …
Everything that came into contact with the long dragon disappeared without a trace.
It continued to go up, and its momentum didn't fall. Instead, it rushed more fiercely.
Boom …
A fierce explosion sounded.
The Myriad Sword Cudgel also disappeared.
There was only a figure in the air, a sword shadow.
Baili Changhe had never seen such a fist technique, nor had he ever seen such a youngster.
From the beginning of the battle, he and Master Mu Yubai had been watching from the sidelines.
Watching the youngsters of the Still water sword school fight and bleed. He watched as they forced him into dangerous situations again and again, and he managed to escape time and time again.
At that time, the Dojo Master was not in a hurry, and neither was he.
There were three thousand disciples of the Still water sword school, so what if a few died?
Their goal this time was to kill the coachman, and it was not a difficult task. If he wanted to, it would only take a single strike.
The Dojo Master wanted to see the performance of this young man, so he patiently wanted to see what this mysterious young man, who was famous in Tiandu, could do.
When the Dojo Master told him to chop off Li Muyang's head, he wasn't afraid. Instead, he was delighted. In his heart, he was still thinking about the sharpness of the sword.
Because he was too confident, he did not even draw his sword, but used the least lethal and most gentle 'clap technique' of the 'Still water sword technique'.
That's enough!
However, he did not expect that the guy, who was being pushed back by the disciples, could explode out with such a powerful fighting strength.
This punch — — was it a punch that a youngster who had just entered the starry sky could throw out? This punch, was it the power that a youngster who had been cultivating for several years could display?
Baili Changhe felt danger.
The long dragon was fierce and fast like lightning.
It was too late for Baili Changhe to change his move.
However, he could increase his strength.
Because he looked down on Li Muyang, he only used 60% of his strength in the beginning.
When he threw out this punch, he increased his strength to 100%.
No, 120%.
He did his best just to block this punch.
This matter was over, and the battle was over.
If this boy did not die, he would become a legend of Tiandu.
No, even if he died, he would become a legend of Tiandu.
The plain-clothed youngster from Jiangnan city had blocked the full strength attack of Baili Changhe, one of the three wild guests of the Still water sword school, who had been famous for 20 years — —
"Go die." Baili Changhe's eyes were blood red, clenching his teeth and roaring.
The heavy sword in his hand was heavier, and the blue flames around the heavy sword were more blazing, burning more fiercely.
The target of the long sword was no longer Li Muyang, but the lightning dragon that Li Muyang had punched out — —
The sword qi collided with the fist qi.
Boom — —
A huge shock wave spread across the surroundings.
Swoosh!
The heavy snow was swept away, and there was not a trace of snow on the ground.
Cha!
The icicles, like sharp arrows, swept across the surroundings.
Crackle — —
Tiles were sent flying, and not a blade of grass could be seen on the roof.
Kacha Kacha — —
The brick walls were cracking, and then the cracks were getting bigger and bigger, until a large area collapsed.
It was as if he had experienced a typhoon or an earthquake.
Otherwise, no one could have imagined that it would bring such great destructive power — —
At the east gate of the long street.
As the Monitoring Division and the people of the city patrol camp were fighting fiercely, piles of snow and sharp icicles like knives were attacking them like a flood and fierce beast. They stopped fighting and stared blankly at the sky.
Very quickly they reacted, and each brandished the weapons in their hands to deflect the snowballs and icicles.
The nearby residents were even more miserable. They were clearly hiding in their homes to watch the show, how did the roof of their houses disappear?
Before they could utter a cry of alarm, the walls of their houses were cracking at a speed visible to the naked eye — —
The sound of explosions resounded through Tiandu, like countless huge firecrackers had been set off at the same time.
After a long time.
After a long time.
The scene was deathly silent.
The wind was blowing, and snow was drifting.
However, there was still a burning smell in the air.
Li Muyang stood in the same place, gasping for breath, his eyes filled with blood, like he was possessed by a demon.
He looked at his right fist, as though he had never seen it before.
Frighten Dragon Fist!
Li Muyang knew that this was the 'Frighten Dragon Fist' that he had learned after fusing with the Tear of the Dragon King.
However, this was very different from the Frighten Dragon Fist that he had displayed before.
The power of the previous Frighten Dragon Fist was not as strong as this time, and the energy that was brandished out looked like a bolt of lightning, a blurry figure.
This time, the Frighten Dragon Fist actually appeared in the shape of a dragon. Anyone with a discerning eye could easily distinguish that it was a dragon-shaped lightning.
His arm was trembling slightly, and his heart was also trembling slightly.
"Please …" Li Muyang prayed in his heart, "Please don't come out."
"You …" Hong Xiu looked at Li Muyang with fear, as though she was looking at a creature that she had never seen before. "Are you okay? Your eyes … your eyes are so scary. "
Hong Xiu was an expert in disguise and had a deep understanding of people's facial expressions. She was very familiar with people's emotions and various body language, and could be called an expert in this area.
However, she had never seen such eyes.
The pupils were gone, the whites of the eyes were gone, and there was only red blood in the entire eye socket.
The blood undulated up and down, moving left and right with Li Muyang's gaze.
The red blood formed a pair of eyes, a new pair of eyes.
Such eyes should not appear on a human body, more like those of some ancient fierce beasts.
"I'm fine." Li Muyang looked up at Hong Xiu, repeating again, "I'm fine."
The blood in his eyes had not disappeared, but it did not affect his vision.
He could see Hong Xiu's panic and fear, and also saw his own blood-red eyes in her dim yellow pupils.
Looking up, Baili Changhe's body had already disappeared.
As though he had been blown into smoke and dust by that big explosion.
"What is this fist technique?" A calm voice sounded.
Li Muyang jerked his head up, seeing the man with long hair draped over his shoulders and a white robe with wide sleeves standing in mid-air.
One of his palms was raised horizontally, and above his palm was Baili Changhe, whose body was badly mangled and it was unknown whether he was dead or alive.
Li Muyang stared coldly at Mu Yubai, not saying a word.
The red blood mist was tumbling, and the white-robed Mu Yubai had turned into a bloodied man.
He knew that Mu Yubai was a peerless master, but he did not know how much he had seen, and whether or not that punch was the Frighten Dragon Fist of the Dragon Clan.
Li Muyang had some understanding of the 'Frighten Dragon Fist', knew that it was a secret technique of the Dragon Clan, and that only the strong and tyrannical body of the Dragon Clan could cultivate it. If it was a physical body, it would have been torn to pieces long ago.
The reason why Li Muyang was able to cultivate was that he was struck by lightning when he was born. In other words, he began to suffer the abnormal torture of lightning entering his body when he was still a baby.
The history of Li Muyang's growth was, in fact, a painful and long history of repair. Repair the body, repair the tendons and meridians, repair the internal organs, and even repair the brain and spirit sea — —
Compared with such a level of training, the rumours of Mother Wolf and Father Tiger running naked with their three-year-old child in the winter, and crossing the Demon Canyon with their five-year-old child were nothing.
Mu Yubai's right hand was raised horizontally in the air, and the huge body of Baili Changhe was lying in the palm of his hand.
However, Baili Changhe's body was suspended in the air, and was not in contact with Mu Yubai's palm.
His face was calm, and he did not feel that it was unacceptable that Li Muyang had defeated Baili Changhe.
His eyes studied Li Muyang with great interest, before he asked again, "That punch just now was incomparably domineering, it is the most powerful fist technique in the world, and when it soared into the sky, it was shaped like a dragon, and there was a faint dragon roar — — this set of fist technique is related to dragons?"
"Yes." Li Muyang said coldly. "This is the 'Dragon Slayer Fist', it specializes in slaughtering evil dragons."
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