Seeing the strange smile on Lu Xingkong's face, Prince Fu asked aloud, "What is Defence minister laughing at?"
"Laughing at what we are doing here." Lu Xingkong said in a clear voice.
"Then what does Defence minister think — — what are we doing here?"
"To kill a talent." Lu Xingkong rose to his feet with a 'whoa', sweeping his tiger-like eyes across the crowd. "Using all kinds of methods, the situation or righteousness, to force the rare young talent of West Wind into such a situation, and then kill him with a sword — — isn't that the purpose of us people here?"
"Lu Xingkong, it's hard to predict the outcome of a martial arts competition — —"
"That's true." Lu Xingkong interrupted Cui Xichen's words, a sinister smile on his face. "Could it be that everyone on the stage and everyone below — — who doesn't know the outcome? Does anyone still believe in the nonsense that the outcome is hard to predict? What everyone is looking forward to is nothing more than a clean and tidy killing — — everyone is waiting for Li Muyang to be beheaded, isn't that the case? "
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The audience once again fell into absolute silence.
The truth was really unpleasant to hear.
People who tell the truth were really annoying.
Moreover, today they met two of them at once.
Lu Xingkong's voice was like thunder, "What the hell are we doing here?"
Crash — —
Everyone retreated one after another.
Even the people of the Flying feather army, who were responsible for maintaining order and preventing civilians from approaching the core of the battlefield, were frightened by the imposing manner, and continuously retreated several steps before regaining their footing.
Silence.
A deathly silence.
It was only after a long while that someone shouted in a low voice.
"Go home, let's go home — —"
"We don't want to fight, we don't want to watch — —"
"Li Muyang shouldn't die — — they shouldn't kill Li Muyang — —"
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"Li Muyang shouldn't die." Someone cried out in a sobbing voice, "Why must Li Muyang be killed? What did he do wrong? "
"We don't want to watch this battle, we don't want Li Muyang to die — —"
"Li Muyang — — Li Muyang — — Li Muyang — —"
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All of a sudden, everyone was shouting the name of Li Muyang.
The tsunami roared.
It wasn't admiration, respect, or worship … It was only because they felt that Li Muyang was the same kind of person as them. Li Muyang was one of them, their elder brother or younger brother.
Why did such an outstanding young man have to be killed by a sword?
Why? Was this fair to Li Muyang?
No one had expected that the situation would develop to such an embarrassing state.
Li Muyang denounced harshly, his voice dripping with blood. He presented the truth in front of the audience, causing them to ponder. When a big shot like Lu Xingkong stood up to strongly support them, the civilians who were originally hesitant or did not have the courage to express themselves immediately found a banner, a direction to stand on and an outlet to vent their anger.
At this moment, they did not intend to kill Li Muyang.
At the beginning, everyone was shouting to kill, but now they were stopping the killing. This was a victory in terms of the situation, and also a victory in terms of momentum.
At least, Li Muyang was no longer fighting in a wronged manner, nor was he fighting because he was' receiving kindness'.
He was forced to fight, and then thrown to the Sword God Square under the pretext of righteousness — —
The fig leaf was torn off, the naked truth was presented in front of the people, and then thrown to the people on the high platform a difficult problem: Should they continue to fight? Should they go against the will of the people?
If they killed Li Muyang, what kind of chain reaction would it cause?
Li Muyang looked gratefully at Lu Xingkong. At this moment, to say such words in front of the West Wind Emperor and the civil and military officials was completely putting himself on the opposite side of the Emperor and the officials, and turning himself into the target of public criticism — — Even his own grandfather was no better than this, right?
Li Muyang tidied up his clothes and bowed deeply to the place where Lu Xingkong was standing.
The muscles on Lu Xingkong's face twitched slightly, and his fists were clenched into tight fists.
"Are you done?" Mu Dingyi looked at Li Muyang and asked aloud.
This old guy was really thick-skinned. Now that everyone was shouting not to let Li Muyang die, he was still unmoved, as though 'the sword in my hand is hungry and thirsty'.
For him, the affairs of the world were all mundane matters, and the people of the world were all mundane people.
What he was going to do must be successful, no matter what the outside world said or thought.
The Still water sword technique, the sword was like flowing water, the heart was like still water.
Mu Yubai's greed was aroused by Snowball, broke his state of mind, and was defeated.
Mu Dingyi had really achieved the state of mind like still water.
His thoughts rose and fell.
Untainted by dust, ignoring the people of the world.
"I'm done." Li Muyang said aloud.
"Then let's start." Mu Dingyi said.
Li Muyang sneered, "Do you really think you can kill me?"
Mu Dingyi frowned slightly and said, "I've never met an opponent who talks so much nonsense. In the time that you've been talking, our battle should have started and ended long ago … However, I have to admit that you do have the ability of a glib tongue. But, what's the point? "
"What do you expect them to remember? Today they will fall into silence because of what you said, and will feel the injustice of what happened to you. What about tomorrow? When they wake up, they will forget everything. They won't remember anything. Because there are more important things waiting for them — — livelihood. They have to think about how they want to live, how they can live better. "
"So, what ultimately keeps your dignity or life — — is only the sword in your hand."
Li Muyang sighed softly. "An old man who does not die is a thief. The ancients really did not deceive me."
Mu Dingyi beckoned to the sky, the dark clouds in the sky tumbled, and then tore to both sides, revealing a dazzling white light in the middle of the huge opening.
Swoosh — —
A giant blue sword fell into the palm of his hand.
The blue sword was like a rainbow, tangible but not tangible.
What was even more surprising was that when they listened carefully, they could hear the sound of water flowing inside.
It was a water sword condensed from the water of outer space.
Water has no fixed form, but can fuse with all things.
Mu Dingyi clasped the sword, pointing the blade at Li Muyang, and said in a low voice, "Draw the sword."
"I don't use a sword." Li Muyang stated.
Mu Dingyi nodded, and then raised the sword in his hand to Li Muyang.
He was like a cloud, and the sword in his hand was like a puddle of water.
There was no dazzling lightning or the sound of a fierce explosion.
In front of Li Muyang, under the watchful eyes of Li Muyang, he lightly lifted up the sword in his hand.
Then, the sword slashed down.
The Sever word technique of the Still water sword technique!
The sword was aimed at Li Muyang's head, and then at Li Muyang's body.
The sword was very long, the giant sword was huge, and Li Muyang's entire body was shrouded in it.
However, countless people could see a very absurd feeling.
What kind of sword was that?
Was that the peerless sword technique that the father of the Sword God — — used?
It should be said that Li Muyang only needed to take a step back to avoid the sword.
Li Muyang only needed to move a little faster to force him into a desperate situation.
"Old immortal Mu — — what kind of sword technique is that? Is that the essence of the Still water sword technique? "
"It looks very ordinary, no wonder our Sword God of West Wind was seriously injured by a nameless kid — — such a sword technique, if I had known I would have challenged him — —"
"Undeserved reputation — — Still water sword technique undeserved reputation — —"
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The people on the high platform all had a grave and stern expression on their faces, nervously watching the sword that Mu Dingyi had slashed out.
They all knew that Old immortal was indeed an Old immortal. Decades ago, he was already the Sword God of West Wind, the Old immortal who had defeated countless strong cultivators. After many years of seclusion and cultivation, his current strength and cultivation base were certainly much higher than before.
However, what realm he had reached, they still needed him to display his unique skill to know.
"Old immortal Mu's sword technique — — is already extraordinary and refined, beyond comparison." Cui Xichen exclaimed softly.
"Still water sword technique — —" Lu Xingkong's eyes were fixed on the sword, his heart filled with fear. "This sword is as moist as water, but contains lightning. The more peaceful the sword power is, the stronger the sword intent is. Of course, all the sword intent and murderous spirit are wrapped in that blue clear spring, without the slightest overflow or waste — — "
"However, the moment he suddenly releases or explodes … it's like a landslide or a tsunami, instantly engulfing and devouring the human body."
The most nervous person was Li Muyang.
Although he hated the old monster, but he had to admit that Mu Dingyi was the most powerful human master he had ever encountered in his life.
After all, Snowball was just a little animal. Or rather, an energy body.
He stood in front of Mu Dingyi, his eyes wide open as he watched Mu Dingyi raise his sword and swing it at him.
He could even see the trajectory of the water on his sword, and could even hear the sound of the water crashing down — —
Li Muyang closed his eyes.
He closed his eyes not because he was afraid.
But because he was recalling.
In the few days he locked himself in the small garden, he was not in a hurry to cultivate and break through to the next realm, because now no matter how hard he worked, it would not be of much use.
How could a few days of effort compete with the old monster's hundred years of cultivation?
All he could do was to enter the Tear of the Dragon King, desperately search, desperately search, and see if there was how the black dragon responded to the peerless sword technique.
The protection of the Dragon clan finally let him discover a way to defeat the enemy.
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