Raging waves beat against the shore, the sea was vast.
This punch stirred up the deep blue seawater.
The seawater in the empty valley was frantically rolling up, and then gathered towards the black crystal in the sea of his heart.
The black crystal, after being watered by the seawater, turned from black to deep purple, and rotated more fiercely and fiercely.
Li Muyang punched out.
Exerting all of his strength.
Above his fist, a little dragon soared into the sky, blasting in the direction of Mu Yubai.
At the same time, Mu Yubai also struck out with his sword.
His left hand was like a sword.
There was no lightning, no wanton sword qi.
There was no surging wind, no rumbling of the sky.
It was a simple sword strike, a quiet and serene sword strike.
Like the most ordinary sword wielded by the most ordinary swordsman.
The only thing that made people feel strange was that when Mu Yubai struck out with his palm, there was a blue stream of water appearing in the air.
Water had no form, the sword also had no form.
Water had no power, the sword also had no power.
Crash — —
In the process of slashing down, there was even a splash of water.
It was just like a real … water sword.
The sword was very slow, very slow.
So slow that it felt like a century had passed.
But, it was very, very fast.
Fast like a meteor streaking across the night sky.
Pitter-patter — —
The flying dragon, wrapped in lightning, charged at Mu Yubai, opening its bloody mouth, wanting to swallow his body in one bite.
Boom — —
The roar was like thunder, making the world lose its colour.
Mu Yubai's face was calm, without joy or worry.
He was indifferent to the majestic flying dragon.
His right hand was holding up Baili Changhe, one of the three wild guests, while his right hand maintained a downward slashing posture.
Swoosh — —
The azure water sword was aimed at the head of the flying dragon.
'Still water sword technique'!
Sever word technique!
This was the second most powerful sword technique in the 'Still water sword technique', and was also the most powerful sword technique that Mu Yubai could master.
The most powerful move was the wordless sword technique, which had no word and no form, and could kill people with one's thoughts.
Of course, apart from the great master Mu Gubei who created the 'Still water sword technique', there was no descendant of the Mu family who had been able to comprehend the true meaning of that sword.
Just as the blue longsword was about to hit the dragon's head, the water sword suddenly exploded. One longsword turned into two longswords, and two longswords turned into four longswords. One begets two, two begets three, three begets all things …
Countless blue sword shadows crisscrossed in the air, tightly surrounding the ferocious flying dragon.
Countless blue swords slashed at the Wyvern's body from countless angles, intending to tear the Wyvern into pieces.
At this moment, the countless blue longswords finally revealed their true killing intent.
The time that had stopped suddenly sped up thousands of times.
The wind was howling, and the snow was fluttering wildly.
The sword howled and the Qi exploded.
Kacha …
With a crisp sound, the flying dragon broke into pieces.
"Roar …"
Feeling the pain, the flying dragon flew towards the sky.
The white body turned into gas high up in the sky and then disappeared. All that was left was a burning mark in the air.
The sword qi of the tens of thousands of blue longswords was endless, and the murderous intent was inexhaustible.
They did not chase after the dragon, but slashed at Li Muyang on the ground.
The power of one sword was enough to destroy heaven and earth.
"This is the realm of the God of Sword of West Wind?"
"This is the power of the 'Still water sword technique'?"
Li Muyang threw out a punch, but his strength was completely drained. His body was tottering, and it was difficult for him to even stand.
"The difference in realm is too great — —" Li Muyang lamented in his mind.
The God of Sword of West Wind was a top cultivator of the Kingdom who had been famous for decades. He was indeed not someone that a new martial cultivator could successfully challenge.
However, Li Muyang was unwilling.
He didn't want to die like this.
He didn't want to die like this.
He had lofty ideals to pursue, and he still had his family to protect.
If he were to die like this, what would happen to his parents and sister?
"I can't die." Li Muyang clenched his teeth and roared. "I can't die — —"
The black crystal in his body stopped, but emitted a bone-chilling black qi around his body.
The blood in his eyes had not dissipated, but the colour was more dazzling and intense than before.
What was even more terrifying was that a pair of red eyeballs had appeared in the red blood. The pair of eyes, like that of a wounded beast, stared at the densely packed blue longswords. Black scales began to appear on the back of his hand, one, two, three, rapidly spreading up his arm — —
"I can't die — —" Li Muyang roared. "I can't die."
Li Muyang was in the state of dragon transformation.
In order to live, in order to protect his family, he did not hesitate to transform into a dragon.
He did not hesitate to fight to the death with these people.
There was endless hostility in his heart, as well as overwhelming hatred for those who wanted to kill him — —
He wanted to destroy, he wanted to kill.
He wanted to spray the sinful city into ashes.
Kill!
Kill!
Kill!
He was going to destroy everything in the world!
"Roar — —"
Li Muyang looked up to the sky and roared.
"Li Muyang — —" When Hong Xiu saw Li Muyang's dangerous situation, she could not help but scream out.
However, it was too late for her to do anything now.
Because the swords were too fast, and there were too many of them.
The sky was full of blue longswords.
When the sky was full of swords, she could not even see Li Muyang's figure.
It was like a vast sea of swords wrapped Li Muyang in it. The countless swords only needed to press Li Muyang there and cut him into minced meat.
Boom — —
There was a loud noise.
Then, everything was quiet.
The cold wind was blowing gently, and the snowflakes were drifting.
There were no screams, and there was no sound of tens of thousands of swords cutting people into minced meat.
"Is it all over?"
Hong Xiu cried bitterly and could not bear to look in the direction of Li Muyang.
The clever young man, the young man who could easily point out the flaws in her disguise the first time they met.
The shy young man, the young man who would dodge and blush when her fingers touched his cheek.
The outstanding young man, the young man who was famous but had suffered a lot — —
The young man who shielded her behind and said that he would stand in front this time, was dead? Died under the God of Sword of West Wind Mu Yubai's' Still water sword '? Died under the tens of thousands of swords?
Hong Xiu felt as though a knife was being twisted in her heart.
"Pfff — —"
There was the sound of something blowing bubbles in her ears.
Hong Xiu opened her eyes in puzzlement, looking in the direction of the source of the sound.
In the direction where Li Muyang was just now, there was a small, snow-white rabbit-like animal flying.
Its stomach was bloated, as though it had just eaten too much and was suffering from indigestion.
Its cheeks were puffed up, its little mouth opened, and with a 'pfff' sound, a blue stream of water spurted out.
The blue stream of water turned into a blue water sword, slashing across the air.
"Pfff — —"
"Pfff — —"
"Pfff — —"
※ ※ ※
Every time the cute little snowball spat out a mouthful of water, there was a blue water sword spurting out from its mouth.
When it saw Hong Xiu staring at it with wide eyes, it mischievously 'pfff' at her.
"This is — —" Hong Xiu looked puzzled. What kind of monster was this?
What happened just now? Where was Li Muyang? How did Li Muyang disappear?
Could it be that Li Muyang had been killed by the swords?
With this thought, Hong Xiu's tears were about to fall again.
She looked at Mu Yubai suspended in mid-air with a face full of hatred, only to find that he was looking at the little snowball in astonishment.
"This is — —" Mu Yubai looked into the distance, asking aloud, "what kind of monster is this?"
"Snowball." Li Muyang's voice sounded.
It was only then that Hong Xiu discovered that Li Muyang was not dead. His body was also suspended in mid-air, standing under the eaves of the street.
His face was calm, and the blood mist in his eyes had disappeared.
Li Muyang had regained his consciousness.
At the critical moment when he was about to be dismembered by tens of thousands of swords, Snowball, who had a spiritual connection with Li Muyang, suddenly appeared, opened its mouth that was countless times larger than its body, and swallowed the tens of thousands of blue swords into its stomach.
'Still water sword technique', using water as a sword.
The heart of the weak water was the mother of all water sources in the world. Whether the water source turned into a sword or a knife. As long as its essence was water, it could be swallowed and disappeared by the heart of the weak water.
With the strong help of the heart of the weak water, Li Muyang's dragon body was also forcibly stopped.
He withdrew from the battlefield, quietly leaving the tens of thousands of swords formation.
When he reappeared, the scales on his body had retreated, and the claws on his hands had completely disappeared — —
Li Muyang had become the real Li Muyang.
"What is this?" Mu Yubai asked aloud again.
This little pet had swallowed his tens of thousands of swords — — how was this possible?
Even a strong person of the Starry Sky level could not do this — — even if they wanted to retreat, it would be very difficult.
What was this thing?
Thinking of something, Mu Yubai's face revealed an ecstatic expression.
Could it be — — the legendary divine object?
It was said that only that divine object could swallow all things in the world — —
However, how could that divine object appear here? How could it fall into the hands of such an ignorant teenager?
Moreover, no one had ever seen the heart of the weak water, no one knew what it looked like, and no one knew what form it was in.
Could it be a bead, a sharp sword, or something else …
However, no matter what the little snowball in front of him was, Mu Yubai wanted to keep it for himself.
"Give it to me." Mu Yubai stretched out his hand to Li Muyang.
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