It was said that the founder of the 'Still water sword technique', Mu Gubei, chose Mist Mountain to set up his school, and spent three years enslaving thousands of people to build the Sword God Square. He had personally driven tens of thousands of iron swords into the ground as the foundation. It was to extract the sword qi of these sharp swords, so that the sword school apprentices would have sword intent.
This was how the Sword God Square got its name.
Now, in order to defeat Li Muyang, Mu Dingyi unexpectedly took out the tens of thousands of iron swords under the foundation to form a sword formation.
This was the so-called not stingy with the capital to achieve the goal.
Tens of thousands of iron swords soared across the sky, like thousands of troops and horses, waiting for Mu Dingyi's order to launch an attack on Li Muyang.
"Mu Dingyi — —" Lu Qingming looked at the iron swords that filled the sky, roaring: "Do you really want to kill them all?"
Lu Xingkong's eyes were icy cold. "Mu Dingyi dares to do this, does he think there's no one in my Lu Family?"
Cui Xichen did not expect Mu Dingyi to be so resolute, not even giving face to the West Wind Emperor Chu Xianda. Even when Chu Xianda was clearly going to plead for Li Muyang to let him go, he still insisted on slashing the last sword at Li Muyang — —
Moreover, by using these tens of thousands of swords, it was clear that he wanted to tear Li Muyang to pieces, right?
Prince Fu's face was full of astonishment, and then a cruel sneer surfaced on his lips.
"It's really interesting."
Chu Xun's face was flushed with excitement. The battle he was looking forward to was finally here.
In his eyes, the previous attack and defence were just a game. There was no way to arouse his interest.
"That damn liar." Li Muyang stared at the forest of iron swords in the sky with a dumbstruck look on his face. "You said you would only slash the best sword, but you set up a sword formation of tens of thousands of iron swords — — An old man who does not die is a thief, you old thief — —"
Mu Dingyi's eyes were tightly shut, not caring at all about Li Muyang's complaints and dissatisfaction.
He raised his hands horizontally, blue sword qi gushing out from between his palms.
The tens of thousands of iron swords were controlled by his Strength Qi. The bodies of the swords trembled and emitted crisp clanging sounds.
Of course, such a sound was not pleasant at all. It would only make one's hair stand on end.
No matter how beautiful a beauty was, when she pointed a sharp blade at your chest, you would not feel that she was beautiful. You would only feel a strong sense of fear …
At this moment, Li Muyang feared the might of these ten thousand swords.
As soon as Mu Dingyi clenched his fists, the tens of thousands of sharp swords immediately began to spin.
They formed a huge vortex, like a huge tornado formed by the surging sword currents.
"Ten Thousand Swords as One … Slash."
Mu Dingyi stretched out his hand, and the black tornado formed by the torrent of steel swept towards Li Muyang.
The wind was blowing and the snow was falling.
Li Muyang stood in the middle of the Sword God Square. Beneath his feet were stone cracks and ditches that spread in all directions.
Compared with the high and mighty Mu Dingyi, he was so small.
Compared to the tornado that was coming at him with its huge black mouth, he was so weak.
His white clothes fluttered and his black hair danced.
The scars on his face did not diminish his beauty. Instead, they added 30% vigor and 70% perseverance.
When the ladies from the noble families saw Li Muyang at this moment, they felt pity in their hearts. They could not wait to hug him tightly in their arms and comfort him.
Li Muyang felt danger.
This sword was not just one sword.
It was the Ten Thousand Swords as One.
Ten Thousand Swords as One.
It fused tens of thousands of iron swords into one, and then formed an all-encompassing and innumerable sword formation. It wanted to swallow Li Muyang underground and then grind him into pieces.
Was he afraid?
Of course he was.
With a little carelessness, Li Muyang would be chopped into pieces. His parents and sister who rushed back might not even be able to find a complete corpse.
The most fatal thing was that Li Muyang had not thought of a way to deal with it until now.
He did not know how to deal with this sword.
Frighten Dragon Fist? He was afraid that as soon as the dragon rushed out, it would be swallowed by the tornado and become stronger.
Mountain Shaking Fist?
'Authentic Scripture of Pervading Mystery'?
'The Art of Traveling through Clouds and Summoning Rain'?
Or should he release Snowball and swallow the tens of thousands of iron swords?
Of course, the best way was to release Snowball to swallow the swords — — but then?
Snowball's identity would be exposed, and the heart of the weak water would reappear in the divine continent. At that time, Li Muyang would be chased by the strong people of the divine continent. In the end, he would only end up being slaughtered and Snowball would be snatched away.
"Pfff — —"
"Pfff — —"
Snowball also felt the danger of the outside world, its mouth constantly spitting out bubbles.
However, because Li Muyang had put it into the glass bottle that was condensed from the power of true essence, there was no way to escape. There was no way to come out and help.
A chill ran down Li Muyang's back, and when the tornado came crashing down, all the hairs on his body were standing on end.
He felt wronged, and there was an irrepressible hostility in his heart.
"Why?"
"Why does he want to kill me?"
"Why should I be the one to die?"
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"If you want to fight, then I will fight." Li Muyang's eyes were bloodshot, roaring at Mu Dingyi in the sky.
Kacha Kacha — —
The hair-raising sound of the iron swords was getting closer and closer.
The dark hole was right above his head, and he could be swallowed in with just one bite.
"Go to hell." Li Muyang punched out.
Rumble — —
A white lightning dragon charged toward the huge tornado.
Sure enough, Li Muyang's prediction was right.
The huge black mouth of the tornado composed of tens of thousands of iron swords suddenly enlarged, swallowing the huge white lightning dragon. Then they returned to their original position and compressed.
"Roar — —"
It was as if one could hear the unwilling roar of the lightning dragon, and then disappeared into the tornado.
Li Muyang punched out, his body had already moved elsewhere.
The tornado, as though it had eyes, followed closely behind, opened its mouth wide, and aimed to bite Li Muyang's figure.
Boom — —
Li Muyang punched out again.
A towering mountain rushed toward the tornado, ferocious and swift, as if it wanted to perish together with it.
Mountain Shaking Fist!
Mu Dingyi's clenched fist loosened, and then his ten fingers flicked out.
Cha cha cha — —
The tornado composed of tens of thousands of iron swords suddenly broke up in an instant, dispersed into a single entity, and dispersed to both sides.
Hu — —
The mountain rushed unimpeded through the countless iron swords, flew higher and higher, until it disappeared in front of everyone's eyes.
Mu Dingyi's ten fingers clenched into fists again.
Cha — —
The tens of thousands of long swords once again combined, converged, rotated, and formed a steel torrent, turning into a steel tornado that chose to swallow people.
The huge tornado once again rushed toward Li Muyang.
Boom boom boom — —
Li Muyang punched out again and again, shouting hoarsely, but there was nothing he could do.
Under Mu Dingyi's control, the tens of thousands of iron swords were like living creatures.
They could form all kinds of formations, all kinds of sharp weapons, and think of ways to chop Li Muyang into mud.
Li Muyang fled, and it chased.
Li Muyang counterattacked, and it opened its mouth to swallow all the punching force.
Li Muyang's figure was like lightning, and he did not care if he would be suspected, and displayed the Art of Traveling through Clouds and Summoning Rain to the extreme. Only by using the unpredictable Traveling Cloud Body Technique could he avoid the attack of the tornado.
However, there would be a time when his strength was exhausted.
There would be an end to it.
This kind of high-intensity fighting method quickly consumed the Primordial Qi in Li Muyang's body, and it would soon be bottomed out.
Everyone could see Li Muyang's exhaustion.
Everyone could see that Li Muyang's movements were getting slower and slower.
Everyone could see that Li Muyang's counterattack was getting weaker and weaker.
Everyone knew that Li Muyang's life was hanging by a thread, and he was in danger.
Li Muyang was panting.
Li Muyang staggered and almost fell.
There were several more wounds on Li Muyang's body, his clothes were tattered, and blood was splashing.
Li Muyang …
He couldn't hold on any longer.
"It's not that Li Muyang is too weak, but that the opponent is too strong …"
"The talented Li Muyang, but unfortunately, he met Mu Dingyi …"
"Old immortal, let Li Muyang go … Give him a way out …"
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Some people murmured in a low voice, and some people cried out.
Li Muyang, the genius teenager who started out as a commoner and quickly became famous, was going to fall today.
Killing a genius, cutting off a miracle.
It was probably referring to … the current situation, right?
Suddenly, Mu Dingyi, who was in the sky, clasped his hands together and then raised them high toward the sky.
Cha cha cha — —
Tens of thousands of long swords deformed, converging between his hands, and then turned into a vast and boundless giant sword that pierced straight into the sky.
Mu Dingyi looked at Li Muyang, his eyes filled with admiration, but more of pity.
"It's over."
Mu Dingyi clasped his hands together and slashed down.
Kacha — —
The giant sword composed of tens of thousands of iron swords slashed across the sky, with the force of a thunderbolt.
Li Muyang ran at lightning speed, desperately trying to escape.
He used up all the strength in his body and cut a sorry figure like a stray dog.
He ran toward the battle platform where the West Wind Emperor Chu Xianda was. He knew that was his only chance of survival.
Because he knew that even if Mu Dingyi wanted to kill him, he had to hold back his strength at the location where Chu Xianda was.
However, no matter how hard he tried, it was difficult for him to escape from the range of the giant sword.
Kacha — —
The giant sword split a huge hole in the Sword God Square.
Rumble — —
The Sword God Square was split into two. Because the sword was too long and too heavy, even the belly of Mist Mountain was affected.
In the depths of the ditch, there was still the sound of crackling.
It was caused by the remaining sword qi that continued to hack the stones, and the stones above rolled down into the deep pit.
The Emperor on the high platform and the people behind the Flying Feather Army were split into two. The rich and powerful families near the Sword God Square and the common people far away from the square were split into two.
The Monitoring Division in front of the Emperor and the Flying Feather Army in front of the common people were split into two.
Brothers and family were split into two. Close friends were split into two.
The huge chasm had divided the summit of Mist Mountain into two worlds.
Everyone held their breath.
Everyone's pupils were swollen.
Everyone stared blankly at the — — natural chasm in front of them.
After a long while.
After a long while.
Until above the Star Gazing Building, a pretty girl draped in a white fox cloak exclaimed 'Li Muyang is gone'.
It was only then that everyone realised that Li Muyang's body had disappeared from the Sword God Square.
It was as though he had been split into red mud, a wisp of smoke and dust by the God-shaking sword.
Never to see him again!
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