One roar broke the sword qi.
One punch shattered the wild guest.
Everyone was dumbfounded, even the masters of Still water who wanted to rush up to help were stunned.
It should be said that Li Xiuwei was one of the three wild guests of Still water, a big signboard of the Still water sword school, and one of the very few 'Masters' who are qualified to accept disciples.
According to the tradition of the Still water sword school, only when a person's swordsmanship reaches a certain level, would the sword school give him the right to accept disciples.
Otherwise, how could a three-legged cat's swordsmanship be passed down? That would be smashing the signboard of the Still water sword school.
Li Xiuwei may not be as famous as the father and son of the Gu clan, but he was a super strong cultivator that shook the entire divine continent. But he was also considered as the number one figure of the West Wind Kingdom, and even in the capital city where there were many masters, he was not a powerful character that could be bullied and humiliated.
However, what no one expected was that Li Muyang killed him with one punch.
That was too insulting, wasn't it?
You should at least throw three or five punches to save face — —
What was that saying again? Leave a line in life so that you can kill each other in the future.
Who would want to die in your hands in the future?
Two of the three wild guests of Still water were gone. Baili Changhe and Li Xiuwei had also died in the hands of Li Muyang.
Li Muyang's performance was astonishing, and even the giant wolf was shocking.
When Li Xiuwei used the 'Sever' technique of 'Still water sword technique' to slash at Li Muyang's body, the fire wolf just roared at him, and the majestic and fierce sword qi disappeared without a trace.
It was for this reason that Li Muyang was able to take advantage of the situation and, before Li Xiuwei had time to make a new sword move, he punched out — —
The cooperation between the wolf and the man was too tacit.
"Did you see that? Li Xiuwei was killed by Li Muyang with one punch — — "
"Li Muyang is back, Li Xiuwei is dead — —"
"That wolf is so powerful — — what kind of monster is it?"
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"Li Muyang, you killed our fellow disciple, this means that you and my Still water sword school will not rest until one of us is dead — —" Elder Chengfeng was so angry that the veins on his forehead were throbbing.
Li Muyang glanced at him coldly and said, "So what?"
"You …"
Clang!
One of the Three Wild Guests, Li Muyang, pulled out his sword and roared at Li Muyang, "Li Muyang, you've already killed Li Xiuwei and Baili Changhe. Why don't you kill me today? I'd like to see if you can remove the name of the three wild guests of Still water today. "
"Come on then."
"…"
"Wang Li, step down." Mu Dingyi finally spoke.
His deep eyes were fixed on Li Muyang, like a bystander, observing his changes, a thoughtful expression on his face.
If the Li Muyang at the beginning was gentle, obedient, hypocritical, and indignant, then the current Li Muyang was dark, fierce and — — arrogant.
Mu Dingyi could tell that at this moment, Li Muyang was only filled with killing intent. In his eyes, other people were like grass, including Mu Dingyi.
He was insufferably arrogant and despised everything in the world.
He was like a rabid beast.
There was a very dangerous — — animalistic aura around him.
"Why?" Mu Dingyi thought to himself.
"Why would Li Muyang have such a change?" Mu Dingyi was puzzled. He always felt that Li Muyang was a — — monster hidden in the thick fog. Yes, compared to the fire wolf he was stepping on, Li Muyang gave people a more mysterious and terrifying feeling.
Mu Dingyi looked at Li Muyang's slightly immature face, thinking to himself: how old is he? What was he doing when he was his age?
"Did I have the cultivation level he has today?"
Certainly not.
Mu Dingyi remembered very clearly that he was a late bloomer. It was only when he was middle-aged that he suddenly had an epiphany, and then his swordsmanship improved greatly, and then inherited the mantle of the Mu clan's' Still water sword technique ', becoming the Sword God of West Wind that everyone admired.
Li Muyang's cultivation level was not high, and many times there was a feeling that it was difficult to continue. Moreover, when he made a move, there was always a feeling of awkwardness, like — — he was using a technique or unique skill that he was not familiar with.
Also, when his tens of thousands of swords became one, how did he avoid the invincible sword qi?
A sword technique that could even split a mountain, but Li Muyang was able to withstand it with his flesh and blood. Mu Dingyi found it hard to understand.
He believed that even that person of the Song family would not dare to withstand this sword. Instead, he would find another way or temporarily avoid it. Otherwise, he would certainly be injured by the power of this sword.
Also, the red wolf under his seat — — how did it fall into the sword pit and pull out a wolf from inside?
Others did not know the origin or extraordinary characteristics of this wolf, but Mu Dingyi was very familiar with it.
The Wolf of the Red Moon, a legendary monster. Born in an unknown territory, it feeds on the brilliance of the red moon. It possesses remarkable abilities and has a long life as long as the red moon.
This was a legendary mythological beast, but it had become the mount of Li Muyang.
A person who could pull out the Wolf of the Red Moon and ride it like a bird, if not a monster, then what is?
Since Old immortal of Still water had spoken, even if Wang Li was full of unwillingness, he could only obediently step aside.
Moreover, no one knew whether or not he was faking his unwillingness to accept the truth. After all, Li Muyang had just killed Li Xiuwei, who was equally famous as him, with one punch. If he were to go up, it would only take one punch to solve the problem.
Mu Dingyi looked at Li Muyang and said aloud, "I always thought I had seen through you, but now I find that I have never seen through you."
"If you had killed me with that sword just now, you would have seen through me. Your sword didn't kill me, so you found that you can't see through me. What? Are you wavering in your ability? "
"It's just a matter of another sword strike." Mu Dingyi said in a calm and indifferent voice.
Although Li Muyang's appearance this time was very eye-catching, in his eyes, the final result was still to see who could defeat the opponent.
He believed that he had roughly estimated the peak of Li Muyang's strength, because if he was really so powerful, he would not have been oppressed all the way, and in the end was almost chopped into minced meat by his sword.
In the process of this life and death duel, no one would deliberately hide their strength. Besides, everything that Li Muyang did was vigorous. He was not a 'low-key' person.
"Come on." Li Muyang's eyes were blood-red, and every word he uttered was filled with a strong hatred that could not be dispelled. "This time, it's my turn."
Mu Dingyi waved his hand, and the tens of thousands of iron swords floating above his head spun again.
They spun faster and faster, faster and faster, until they finally turned into a streak of green light.
When Mu Dingyi stretched out his hand, a miniature golden sword fell into his palm.
And in the sky, the tens of thousands of iron swords had disappeared.
The golden sword was about a foot long, shining with a milky white halo, as if it was inlaid with precious gems.
Mu Dingyi held the golden sword and suddenly raised it toward the sky.
Rumble — —
In the sky, outside the wilderness, there was a series of loud noises.
In the belly of Mist Mountain, the waterfall that was like a curtain of beads beating against the stone wall disappeared. In the cold pond, the bottom could be seen.
At the foot of Mist Mountain, a flock of water birds were happily swimming in a small river. As they swam, they suddenly found it difficult to move. They looked down, only to find that their bodies had fallen into the mud, and the river beneath them had instantly disappeared.
There was also a river further away that had all its water drawn away in an instant.
Soon, blue or white lakes were seen drifting over from all directions, gathering above Mu Dingyi's head.
Using the spirit of tens of thousands of swords to extract the water of tens of thousands of lakes.
The Still water sword technique used water as a sword.
Every drop of water was a sword.
Every drop of water was a sword.
Mu Dingyi had extracted all the water of Mist Mountain in order to use the strongest sword technique of his life.
The real Still water sword technique — —
Everyone thought that the strongest move of the 'Still water sword technique' was the 'swordless form', which had no form or move, but contained the true meaning of the way of the sword.
Just like the unintentional form of the Sword God Ximen Saoxue tens of thousands of years ago, unintentionally and unintentionally, he casually broke the sword and brandished the sword. Even the Lord of the Dragon clan would find it difficult to withstand, be riddled with scars and flee for his life.
Of course, the 'Still water sword technique' had many references to the methods of the Sword God. After thousands of years of painstaking cultivation, it eventually formed its own school and was admired by people.
Mu Dingyi had not been able to comprehend the 'swordless form', but during his decades of seclusion, he had experienced another move.
Rainstorm form!
It was not the tens of thousands of swords that converged into one, but when a rainstorm poured down — — rain swords.
Whether it was one hundred swords or ten thousand swords.
After all, there was a quantity, and it could be resisted.
But what if every line of rain was a sharp sword? What if every drop of rain was a sharp sword?
Who could stop it?
Mu Dingyi brandished the little golden sword, like a flag that could summon the spirits of water. The flood water that was drawn from the lakes in various places gathered towards the middle area, and then merged into one.
The shadow in the sky grew larger and larger, as if the entire Mist Mountain was shrouded in the rain.
The rainstorm was like a sword, the sword was like a rainstorm.
Before the sword was unsheathed, the sword qi was already striking.
The masters around Chu Xianda felt the danger, and someone shouted into the sky, "Mu Dingyi, what are you doing? Xiaoxin has startled the Emperor and injured His Majesty. "
Mu Dingyi did not say a word, and had no intention of answering.
He naturally knew that if he allowed the rain of swords to fall, there would most likely not be many people left alive on the Sword God Square and Mist Mountain.
What he had to do was to pour the rain of swords onto a person's head — —
Mu Dingyi swung the golden sword in his hand, and a huge gash opened on the top of Li Muyang's head.
Rumble — —
The heavy rain was like a spring, gushing towards the top of Li Muyang's head.
Standing on Li Muyang's shoulder, Snowball seemed to be tired of spitting out bubbles, and when it saw the heavy rain, its expression suddenly lit up with excitement.
It opened its little mouth and inhaled a mouthful of air into the flood.
Hu — —
The flood was like a beast, and the sword rain was unexpectedly swallowed into its stomach.
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