On Mist Mountain, the Sword God Square.
A huge crack appeared above his head, like a blood-colored rainbow hanging across the sky.
The colour was dazzling, sad and sorrowful.
The scars in the sky would slowly heal, and then disappear completely.
However, the scars on the human body would never heal.
The wind blew gently, and snow slowly fell.
Like the onlookers, even the elves of nature dared not disturb the tranquility of the square.
Mu Dingyi was dead.
His body exploded in mid-air, turning into wisps of dust that drifted across the earth.
This was the truth that everyone had witnessed with their own eyes.
Everyone looked up at the place where Mu Dingyi had exploded. Their expressions were shocked, and their pupils dilated.
"Old immortal — — he's dead?"
"The Old immortal who protects the West Wind Kingdom, how could he die? How could he be killed? "
"Old immortal — —"
They had witnessed the final result of the battle, but they still couldn't accept the facts.
In the hearts of the people of Tiandu, Mu Dingyi was the Sword God of West Wind, the guardian of the Kingdom. It was a super expert who was even older than them.
He was like the two white horses at the gate of the White Horse Temple, like one of the Buddha statues in the Thousand Buddha Temple, like the two divine birds engraved on the South gate, like the Deer Chasing Garden that they occasionally thought of but would never disappear. Like a distant relative or not close elder of their family, like a hemorrhoid on the soles of their feet or a patch of moss under their buttocks.
But how could he die?
On the Star gazing building.
The beautiful girl and her two handsome brothers stood in front of the window sill, their faces all filled with shock and disbelief.
"Third elder brother, am I seeing things? Are my eyes playing tricks on me? "
"You're not seeing things, your eyes are not playing tricks on you — — Li Muyang did defeat Old immortal — —"
"How is that possible?" Song Tinyun's face was twisted with disbelief. "With Li Muyang's cultivation level, how could he defeat Old immortal — — what kind of demonic technique did he use?"
Song Tinyun's mood suddenly became particularly agitated, turning to look at Song Tao. "Yes, he must have used some kind of demonic technique — — otherwise, it's impossible. I know his skills. I've seen him fight with Chu Xun. At that time, he was just a beginner … Even if he was a genius, even if he made rapid progress in his cultivation, it was impossible for him to kill Mu Dingyi … How could a so-called genius defeat someone who had been famous for more than sixty years? "
"Tingyun, calm down." Song Tao shouted. "I know it's hard for you to accept what's happening in front of you. You are unwilling to accept it, and neither am I. But this battle happened right in front of us. We saw it with our own eyes. Li Muyang is indeed very powerful. He is no longer on the same level as us … We are far inferior to him. That was the truth. We must accept this cruel reality, only then will we be able to be brave after knowing shame. Only then would he have the opportunity to surpass them once again. Otherwise, we'll be trampled by such a person for the rest of our lives, with no possibility of turning the tables. "
"I don't believe it." Song Tinyun's eyes were bloodshot. He stared at Song Tao and shouted, "How could there be such a person? How could there be such a person in this world? How could he, Li Muyang, defeat Mu Dingyi with just two years of cultivation. If that's the case, then let him cultivate for a few more years, even Grandfather … "
Song Tinyun did not go on, but his meaning was quite obvious.
With the speed of Li Muyang's progress, in a few years, even their grandfather would no longer be his opponent, right?
Song Tao was also silent.
After a long time, he said softly, "There will be talented people in every generation, each leading for hundreds of years. Grandfather, he already has his own era, next, it's up to us … "
"What about Li Muyang?" Song Chenxi asked aloud.
Her question broke the thoughts of the two elder brothers, and the two turned to look at the Sword God Square together.
"What about Li Muyang? Was Li Muyang killed by Mu Dingyi? "
Yes, after the sword, Li Muyang disappeared along with the blood light, as though he was struck by the sword qi and instantly melted.
However, everyone felt that Li Muyang would not die so easily — —
Before, they had never thought that Mu Dingyi would die, but in the end, Mu Dingyi died.
At this moment, they were full of confidence in the strength of Li Muyang — —
With today's battle, Li Muyang could become a legend of West Wind, a peerless expert that the entire divine continent would pay attention to.
"Old immortal — —" Elder Chengfeng darted to the sky, rushed to the place where Old immortal died, stretched out his hand, and there was only a red dot mixed with snow and mud in his palm. Elder Chengfeng looked up at the sky, tears streaming down his face like rain, as he cried in a sorrowful voice, "Old immortal has become an immortal, Old immortal has become an immortal — —"
"Old immortal — —"
Shi Tao and other high-level members of the sword school knelt on the ground.
"Old immortal."
Hundreds of white-robed people knelt on the ground.
Chu Xianda looked up at the sky, muttering to himself, "Old immortal he — — is gone just like that?"
"Your Majesty, please restrain your grief — —" Cui Xichen comforted. His eyes were fixed on the sky, searching hard, but he still could not see the figure of Li Muyang. It had to be said that Li Muyang's performance had taken him by surprise.
If one were to ask who hated Li Muyang the most in Tiandu, it would certainly be his Cui family. He was the head of the Cui family, which meant that he was the one who wanted to kill Li Muyang the most.
When the news that Li Muyang had killed Cui Zhaoren spread to Tiandu, he had sent nine groups of masters to pursue and kill Li Muyang.
Unfortunately, those people either died in the hands of Li Muyang, or died in the hands of those who protected Li Muyang. Gu Mo chased him to the foot of Nameless Mountain, but was unable to stop him from stepping into Broken Mountain.
At that time, he knew that this boy was not an ordinary person.
However, he was after all just a young man, after all just a — — junior who had only practiced for a few years. Even if he was talented, how much could he achieve in a short period of time?
Later, when Li Muyang entered Starry Sky Academy, he could only put aside the matter of revenge for the time being. He did not want to provoke Starry Sky because of a little Li Muyang, and then form a great enmity with those Starry Sky monsters.
Now that Li Muyang had entered Tiandu, he knew that the opportunity for revenge had come. No matter what, he must make him stay in Tiandu this time — —
What he didn't expect was that someone was more impatient than him, and someone was the first to act.
A series of strange things happened: Baili Changhe died in battle, Mu Yubai was defeated, and then Mu Dingyi died in battle — —
"Today's battle, if it was me — —" Cui Xichen couldn't help asking such a question in his mind. "What are the chances of winning?"
"Yes, Your Majesty, victory and defeat are common in soldiers. This is the result that no one wants to see. But, since the two strong people have made the final choice, we can only follow their wishes. Old immortal sacrificed his own blood essence to the sword, and finally made the strongest sword strike. He had seen the power of this sword strike with his own eyes, and even when Immortal left — — there was a smile on his face. His heart is at ease, Your Majesty should also be at ease. "Chu Xianda's servant Li Fu bowed and comforted him.
Lu Xingkong's eyes were fierce, staring unblinkingly at the sky.
Mu Dingyi was dead. He deserved it.
He did not care whether Mu Dingyi was the Sword God of West Wind, the guardian of the Kingdom or some bullshit Old immortal of Still water — — He was the opponent who challenged Li Muyang, an assassin who wanted to kill Li Muyang.
Therefore, he deserved to die.
If he did not die, then the person who would die would be Li Muyang.
He only cared about one thing: where was Li Muyang?
"Where is my grandson Li Muyang?" Lu Xingkong was burning with anxiety.
He knew the power of that sword strike.
He knew that the average person would not do something like sacrificing blood to the sword, unless they were a madman — —
When Mu Dingyi came out of the water and fell to the ground, it was clear to him that it would be very difficult for him to kill Li Muyang.
However, he was unwilling to give up, unwilling to give up.
For pride? Dignity? Or the martial artist's pursuit of the strongest power — —
He had used the forbidden sword strike, burning his own life.
Was that respectable?
"Pah." Lu Xingkong cursed in his heart. "Old dog, you can die if you want, but why do you want to take my grandson away?"
Lu Qingming was very anxious, his eyes blood-red, darting toward the ditch on the ground. Using the technique of shadow shifting, his body moved from one pit to another, searching the deep ditch of the entire Sword God Square. He was worried that Li Muyang would be injured by that sword strike and fall into those deep ditches.
Unfortunately, he could not find him anywhere.
"Li Muyang — —" Lu Qingming, regardless of his image and identity, stood on the square and shouted.
In the sky, a ball of white light was rapidly descending.
The ball of white light was falling faster and faster, like a comet streaking across the sky, plummeting to the ground.
"Awoo — —"
The Wolf King exclaimed, and then rushed forward, just in time to block the ball of white light.
Thump — —
Li Muyang's collapsed body slammed heavily onto the back of the wolf.
When Snowball heard Li Muyang's voice, it also chirped and charged toward Li Muyang, brandishing its four short legs.
"Li Muyang is not dead — —" someone exclaimed.
"Li Muyang — —"
"Li Muyang — —"
"Li Muyang — —"
※ ※ ※
On the Sword God Square, everyone was united.
Everyone was excitedly shouting the name.
The youngster they cared about, the youngster they were looking forward to, the youngster they did not want to let die — — was finally back.
He did not die.
"Muyang — —" A smile surfaced on Lu Xingkong's dark face. So faint, but so sincere and happy.
"Muyang — —" Lu Qingming soared into the air, darting toward the Wolf King.
His body landed on the back of the wolf, holding Li Muyang's seriously injured body in his arms, his eyes red as he asked, "Muyang, how do you feel? Are you hurt anywhere? "
"I'm fine — —" Li Muyang said in a weak voice. "I'm still alive — —"
"It's good that you're alive." Lu Qingming's face was streaked with tears, smiling. "It's good that you're alive. It's good that you're alive. "
"Li Muyang is not dead." Chu Xianda's face also curved into a smile, waving to the sky. "Li Muyang, it's good that you're alive, it's good that you're alive, I will definitely reward you."
"Of course Li Muyang won't die." The corners of Chu Xun's mouth curled into a cruel smile.
Prince Fu knitted his brows in a frown, turning to look at his son. "Be careful with your words. Li Muyang is the winner, you're a classmate, you have to go up and congratulate him — — "
"Father, I won't congratulate him." Chu Xun said with a smile.
"Bastard. You dare to disobey my words? "
"Father, son does not dare to disobey you. It's just, how can son congratulate a fierce beast that is not of my race? "Chu Xun stared at Li Muyang, who was being carried by Lu Qingming and landed on the ground.
"What did you say?" Prince Fu was taken aback, glaring fiercely at his son. "You said he is not of my race? What do you mean? "
"Chu Xun, tell me clearly — — you said Li Muyang is not of my race? What do you mean? "Chu Xianda asked. He and Prince Fu were sitting together, and Chu Xun did not deliberately lower his voice, so his words were naturally heard by him.
"Little Prince, you said Li Muyang is not of the human race?" Cui Xichen's spirit was shaken. "If he is not of the human race, then what race is he?"
"Prince, Little Prince slandered Starry Sky classmate Li Muyang, I, Lu Xingkong, will seek justice for the younger generation — — What right does he have to say that Li Muyang is not of my race? The battle was started by the Still water sword school. It was also Mu Dingyi who repeatedly tried to kill Li Muyang. Even if thousands of people pleaded and His Majesty shouted to stop, he still did not succeed — — Now because Li Muyang killed Mu Dingyi, he has become 'not of my race'? "
Lu Xingkong glared fiercely at Chu Xun. "Little Prince, I, Lu, am not as noble as Prince. However, I still have to say — — Everyone has to be responsible for what they say, don't casually destroy other people's reputation — — Otherwise, before you hurt others, you will hurt yourself first — — "
Prince Fu's eyebrows were knitted even deeper, feeling that his son was being unreasonable. "Chu Xun, don't talk nonsense. Hurry and apologise to His Majesty and the other Lords — — "
"Father, I am not lying." Chu Xun said stubbornly. "Li Muyang is indeed not of my race — —"
"If Li Muyang is not a human, then what is he?" Prince Fu said snappily, feeling that his name was really stupid.
Without any evidence, how could such words be casually said?
"He is a dragon." The smile on Chu Xun's face gradually faded, saying word by word.
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