Li Muyang's chest was hit again.
This time, even though the cloud robe helped him block most of the sword energy, his body was still seriously injured.
The cloud robe had a huge cut, and two pieces of cloth as thin as a silkworm's wings hung there lifelessly. The white silk was stained with blood, extremely dazzling.
The flesh on his chest was torn open, revealing the two broken pieces of white bone. If the sword energy had gone a little deeper, Li Muyang's body would have been cut in half.
Ximen Zhuzui was far more terrifying than any swordsman Li Muyang had encountered before.
A person who cut off his desires, did not enter the mortal world, and even forgot the swordsmanship of the Sword God's family … but because of this, he understood the true way of the sword.
The unparalleled nameless sword.
In Li Muyang's view, no, even with the black dragon's picky eyes, he thought that Ximen Zhuzui was the man who got close to Sword Ancestor Ximen Chuixue first.
That was a master who was close to a demigod!
Such a person should have been one of the few masters in the starry sky, but he was unknown and willing to be a slave … it was really unimaginable.
The cloud robe seemed to know pain. This time, its recovery speed was extremely slow, and it looked like it was very difficult.
Li Muyang and it were telepathically connected, and he knew that she was working hard to repair herself … but this sword was really too heavy, even the immortal robe could not completely block it.
Moreover, the cloud robe forcibly blocked that sword, which made Li Muyang's heart weep with gratitude.
Thinking of the cloud robe, Li Muyang missed his nine-headed Kaiming Beast even more … he did not know where that old friend was taken by the Divine Palace.
Li Muyang promised to take her to visit famous mountains and rivers, and he did not know if there would be a chance in the future.
Ximen Zhuzui looked down at his injured arm, then sighed softly, and said: "You blocked two of my swords, you can be called the best among the youths in the divine continent. No one else is as good as you. No wonder the master admires you so much. "
"I don't think you're complimenting me," Li Muyang said indifferently.
He activated the Taoist's' Laozi Cow-clearing Mantra 'in order to quickly expel the Sword Qi in his body. This way, the wound on his chest would recover faster.
Although Li Muyang had the body of a human, he had the bones of a dragon. Therefore, his physical fitness was different from ordinary people.
If an ordinary person's chest had been cut like this, they would have died long ago. How could they still be able to chat with others so calmly?
"What? Don't tell me you want to be the strongest person in the universe? " Ximen Zhuizhi looked at Li Muyang with some surprise and asked, "To reach such a realm at such a young age, you can already look down on all living beings … If I had such a temperament when I was young, I wouldn't have … Forget it, the past is the past, let's not talk about it."
"If I can't kill you, it doesn't matter if I'm the number one youth or the number one in the universe." Li Muyang glanced at Ximen Zhuizhuo's arm, which was injured by the peach blossom sword, and said: "Compared to those false reputations, living is the most important. I want to live. "
"That's really regrettable." Ximen Zhuizhi looked at Li Muyang with pity and sympathy. "You really are the most outstanding young man I've ever seen, but since Master wants you to stay … I will make you stay."
Ximen Zhuizhi looked at Li Muyang's chest, where his bones could be seen, and said: "You should know that with your current physical condition, you can't take my third sword …"
"Do these three swords have names?" Li Muyang asked.
"The first sword, I named 'Harmony'. All living things value harmony, harmony has the meaning of peace and ceasing conflict. Harmony is reconciliation. This sword is not about killing, it's about calming the heart and reconciliation. "
"What about the second sword?"
"The second sword, I named 'Qi'. Qi is power, and also emotions. Power and emotions blend together to form this unstoppable sword formation. Without Qi, the sword will lose its vitality and become just a common object. "
"I'm really looking forward to the third sword." Li Muyang said.
He came with the intention of killing, but he met a rare and brilliant opponent.
Being overjoyed at the sight of a skill was a common problem that any cultivator who broke through to the next realm would encounter.
The first master that Li Muyang killed was Cui Zhaoren of the Cui family. He was such a vicious person, but in the end, in order to understand the true meaning of the Tribulation Sword, he died in the morning and in the evening.
Every time he thought about it, Li Muyang was deeply moved. He couldn't understand why a person would be so obsessed and crazy with the pursuit of martial arts.
Only after he had truly entered the door and comprehended the Dao did he realize that the Martial Dao was a path of no return. Either he couldn't find the right way, or once he stepped in, it would be hard for him to let go.
Now, Li Muyang suddenly found that he wasn't in a hurry for time, nor was he in a hurry to kill people.
He wanted to understand the way!
Understand other people's way, and then solve his own confusion!
"The third sword is' Dao '." Ximen Suzuo looked at Li Muyang, as if he hadn't thought about it yet. "Dao is reason, people have to be reasonable, the sword also has to be reasonable. Heaven, earth, and people all have their own reason. Dao is nature, and the natural is oneself. That is how it is. That is how it is. "
"That is how it is, a sword that is natural. This sword should be like this, it should exist in this world. "Li Muyang nodded and said. "This name is very good."
"Isn't it a bit too big?" Ximen Suzuo said embarrassedly. "I'm afraid that the name is too big, and this sword doesn't deserve this name."
"Then let me try it first." Li Muyang said, "If I think it's suitable, then we can call it this name."
Ximen Suzuo sighed again. Today, he sighed a little more than usual.
"If you try, you will die." Ximen Suzuo said reluctantly.
"If I die, your third sword can be named 'Dao'. The Dragon Slaying Swordsmanship was named after this, so no one in China would be able to gossip about it, right? "
Ximen Suzuo pondered for a moment. "But I still want to hear you tell me personally — — whether this sword should be called 'Dao' or not."
Li Muyang's expression flickered. "Then let's do it naturally."
Ximen Suzuo nodded. "Then please try my third sword."
"Don't — —" A weak voice rang out.
Song Chenxi struggled to open her eyes, her voice low and weak: "Don't — — kill — — Gongzi Muyang — —"
"Chenxi — —" Song Gudu was working hard to eliminate the tiny unknown poisonous gas, and seeing that his granddaughter had woken up again, his beautiful eyes were filled with tears. "Chenxi, don't talk, rest in peace — —"
"Grandfather — — you just — — promised — — Chenxi — —" Song Chenxi spoke intermittently, as if she might not be able to persevere at any time. "You said — — don't kill — — don't kill — —"
"Chenxi, don't get agitated." Song Gudu hurriedly comforted. "You can't even protect yourself now, why are you still thinking about that heartless and unjust person? Do you know that the cold poison in your body was planted by him — — "
"Chenxi knows — —" Song Chenxi's eyes were already red from crying. "Chenxi said that if the Song clan is guilty, Chenxi's life will be redeemed — —"
"Chenxi — —" Li Muyang's heart was pained, and he dared not look at Song Chenxi who was lying on the sickbed.
In order to be able to kill Song Gudu, he and Chu Ning plotted to poison Song Chenxi. Song Chenxi was poisoned by the nameless cold poison, and only Song Gudu himself could force the poison out — —
After he removed the poison from Song Chenxi's body, his yuan qi was greatly damaged, and his strength was greatly reduced. Li Muyang had greater confidence to kill him, completely crush the Song clan, and make them suffer what the Lu clan had experienced.
A petty man is not a gentleman, a man is not venomous.
Li Muyang had decided that he would do anything for revenge.
However, when he heard that Song Chenxi insisted that Song Gudu should not kill him even when his life was at stake, Li Muyang still felt guilty and blamed himself.
When others do evil to you, you can do the same to the innocent?
Song Chenxi was Song Gudu's granddaughter. Apart from that, she had done nothing wrong.
However, she was now experiencing the cruelest thing — —
Song Gudu's eyes were kind as he stretched out a hand to cover his granddaughter's eyes.
By the time his palm moved away, Song Chenxi had fallen into a state of unconsciousness again.
Li Muyang must die!
Song Gudu could not agree to her request.
Ximen Zhuzhe looked at Li Muyang, saying, "Only when your heart is as still as water can you exert your real strength. For you, the most important thing is to live. "
"Thank you." Li Muyang said. He began to respect this opponent.
Ximen Zhuzhe's body moved.
This time, he took the initiative to fly out of the room.
His body disappeared from where he was, and there was no silhouette in the air.
However, Li Muyang felt tremendous pressure.
He was not in the sky, nor was he on the ground. But the aura of his existence was everywhere in the sky and on the ground.
He had no sword, and there was not the slightest trace of sword qi leaking out, but everything in the divine continent, a flower, a grass, an insect, a bird, could be his sword.
He had transformed into thousands of clones, fusing with heaven and earth.
Naturally, naturally so.
This sword should exist between heaven and earth, or rather, this sword had long existed between heaven and earth.
It was only waiting for people to comprehend, to worship, or to manipulate.
This was a sword that made people powerless, but also a sword that made people unable to refute and unable to fight back.
Li Muyang's eyes glowed, and his face revealed a joyful smile.
What a wonderful sword, what a good swordsman.
The world was vast, and there would always be some people, some things that would move you.
Li Muyang's body slowly rose, and then suspended in mid-air.
His eyes were closed and his hands were raised high.
Kacha — —
High up in the sky, there was a flash of lightning.
Dark clouds were rolling and heavy rain was pouring down.
The sky that had just been clear and cloudless was suddenly pouring down with torrential rain, as if Li Muyang had torn a huge hole in Tian Du with the lift of his hand.
In the Ninth Heaven, nine white dragons descended from the sky, their heads twisted, rumbling as they swooped down towards the small courtyard of Tiandu.
Nine Dragons Head Bestowment!
The power of punishment of the Dragon King!
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