Although Li Muyang readily agreed, his heart was incomparably heavy.
As the White Hair Witch said, it was not that the more sword techniques one knew, the better, because the more sword techniques one knew, it proved that one was still in the state of being able to turn the complex into simple, get rid of the weeds and retain the essence.
There was still the possibility of improvement.
For example, Ximen Chuixue, who was known throughout the Divine continent as a grandmaster of the way of the sword, only knew one sword technique: the swordless technique.
Yes, Ximen Chuixue's sword technique had no name. Moreover, there was no sword in his hand at all.
It was such a simple sword technique, but it had killed countless strong enemies, and became the most dazzling human expert of the entire era.
Another example was West Wind Song Gudu, who had fought against Li Muyang. In fact, he had only used one move, which was the 'Great Light' technique that brought great harm to Li Muyang.
In the little box that Li Muyang gave to Grandfather Lu Xingkong, there was only one spear technique, but Grandfather was enlightened, simplified his' Heavenly dragon spear technique ', and then broke through to the next realm, and advanced again — —
It was not that simple was terrifying, but — — when you have experienced complex things, and then simplify them one by one, the simplicity was terrifying.
"What? Are you afraid? "The White Hair Witch asked aloud when she saw the serious expression on Li Muyang's face.
"There is some worry." Li Muyang said very frankly. "However, worry is not fear, but telling myself that I need to be more cautious than Xiaoxin."
The White Hair Witch sighed softly. "I haven't seen such an outstanding young man for a long time. Unfortunately — — my sword technique is called 'Avici'. You have to remember. "
Avici, Ah means nothing, nose means Avici.
'Avici' means Avici.
Legend has it that Avici is the eighth of the eight great hells, and also the most bitter of the eight great hells.
The fact that the sword technique was named Avici proved that the White Hair Witch also felt that her sword technique was the most bitter or painful.
"Avici. Good name. "Li Muyang nodded seriously. "I'll remember it."
"That's good." The White Hair Witch stretched out her hand.
Clang — —
The long sword in Elder Yu Shu's hand flew out and flew towards the palm of the white-haired demoness.
Although this sword was not an ordinary longsword, it was definitely not a divine weapon in the world. It was far inferior to Li Muyang's Peach Blossom Sword, and it was impossible for it to be mentioned in the same breath as a King Weapon like the Startling Dragon Bow.
However, when Elder Yu Shu's sword was in the hands of the White Haired Demoness, it was as if it had been revitalized. It flickered with silver light, and there was flowing water on the blade.
True experts could injure people just by plucking flowers and flying leaves.
If an ordinary sword fell into the hands of a true expert, it would immediately become a peerless sword.
Li Muyang sighed softly, knowing that he had met the strongest enemy he had ever met in his life.
The White Haired Demoness held her sword in her hand and continued to smile. She had a relaxed expression on her face and did not look like she was about to duel. Instead, she looked like she was about to perform a sword dance at a banquet.
"There is a sword in the hand, but no sword in the heart," Xiahou Qianbai sighed softly. "This woman is walking the opposite path of sword ancestor Ximen Chuixue — — Ximen Chuixue does not have a sword in his hand, but there is a sword in his heart. No matter which path it is, the two have pushed the way of the sword to the extreme. Muyang most likely won't pass this time. "
"He may be bluffing." Yan Xiangma stared at the White Haired Demoness with an unconvinced look on his face. He really could not compare this excessively young woman with a master of the sword ancestor level.
Moreover, in his heart, he also felt that this woman was far inferior to Li Muyang. When he heard Xiahou Qianbai say that Li Muyang would not pass, he naturally wanted to cheer Li Muyang up.
In fact, it was mainly to cheer himself up.
After all, Li Muyang was facing a master of the Astral projection realm. Li Muyang's heart was heavy. His heart was equally heavy.
If Li Muyang were to fall today, he would not know how to deal with the next situation, let alone how to tell Shinian what happened today.
"Li Shinian — —" Yan Xiangma murmured the name in his mind. "I hope you will always be happy, just like the first time I saw you."
"I hope so." Xie Wuyou's face was calm, looking at Li Muyang's expression as if he was deep in thought.
"Please." Li Muyang held his breath, waiting for the White Haired Demoness to make her move.
The White Haired Demoness raised the sword in her hand to the level of her eyebrows.
The sword had not been released, but the sword intent was everywhere.
Layer upon layer of sword qi emerged in the air, and then swept towards the direction of Li Muyang.
Like layers upon layers of waves, Li Muyang was a youngster standing on the seaside, letting the waves constantly hit and slap him.
The sword qi was not swift and fierce, just like the waves hitting the soles of his feet. However, Li Muyang knew that he had been surrounded by the sword qi, like the waves wrapping around his feet.
He had been accumulating power for a long time, and now he was waiting for the White Haired Demoness to detonate this sword aura.
Just one sword, how could this sword shake the world and make the gods weep?
The long-haired demoness moved.
Her hand that was holding the sword just trembled slightly.
Li Muyang immediately felt that the surrounding air was tightening, and the space was being compressed.
He had a feeling of shortness of breath and suffocation.
The sword qi that was everywhere began to become swift and fierce, turning into a small knife. Those small knives were cutting his skin, making one wound after another on his body.
Some of the bystanders close to Li Muyang began to bleed from their noses, and the weaker ones were bleeding from their seven orifices, looking incomparably miserable.
Qiandu's glass mirror automatically launched a protest against the sword aura, while Yan Xiangma, Xie Wuyou and the others also exerted their internal energy to resist the strong enemy.
Li Muyang still did not move.
He knew that the real attack had not yet come.
Whoosh — —
There was suddenly an additional round of blazing sun in the sky, because only the sun could be so blazing and dazzling.
Because the sun was right above everyone's head, right in front of everyone's eyes. Tens of thousands of rays of light spread out, instantly enveloping everyone in Carefree Palace. Everyone's eyes were instantly blinded, and it was hard to see anything.
Li Muyang was one of those people who were blind and unable to see.
No matter how powerful the White Haired Demoness was, it was impossible for her to kill thousands of people in Carefree Palace at the same time.
Li Muyang knew that the sword was coming for him alone.
Li Muyang had already felt the existence of that sword.
He could not see, nor hear.
But he could feel it.
It was a very strange state.
That sword had always been there, in the golden rays of light that filled the sky.
But there was nowhere to find, nowhere to hide. It was impossible to guard against.
Screech …
That sword was finally slashed out.
When the sword was slashed out, all was silent.
The dense sword qi in the air disappeared, and so did the thousands of rays of light. All the sword qi and light were absorbed and swallowed by that sword, becoming a part of it.
In the world, there was only that sword.
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