"The first sword technique is called 'Butterfly Loves Flower', the second sword technique is called 'Happy Meeting', then is the third sword technique called 'West River Moon'?" Li Muyang's lips curved in a mocking smile. They were clearly demons from the Abyss, but they liked to recite poems like the human students, pretending to be cultured and arrogant.
Who do you think you are? How can you compare with us dragons?
Our Dragon Clan likes the talents of the Human Clan because we are indeed talented and knowledgeable.
Our Dragon Clan likes to recite poems because the poems we recite can also be passed down through the ages. Many wonderful poems were written by the dragon race, but because the identity of the dragon race was too sensitive, a dragon scholar changed his name to 'Nameless'.
Unexpectedly, the brain of the dragon race was too simple, and all the poems written by the dragon race were published under the name 'Nameless'.
As a result, Nameless became the most famous' mysterious author 'in the divine continent.
The dragon race had a heritage, what did the abyssal demon from the barbarian land have?
Only foot odor and disgusting saliva!
"The third sword is called 'Breaking the Formation'." The priest glanced at Li Muyang and said: "Tens of thousands of years have passed, life is too long. When there is nothing to do, I will read the ancient poems written by the scholars of the divine continent in the palace, and it is really beneficial. So the three dragon slaying sword moves that I have comprehended are all named after poems … Watching the sword by the lamp when drunk, blowing the horn in a dream. Eight hundred miles away, the sound of fifty strings turning over the wall, the soldiers on the battlefield in autumn. Because I like Xin Qiji's' Breaking the Formation 'the most, I like the fierce and domineering meaning in this poem, so the third sword was named after his poem. "
"The poem is good, the name is also good, but I don't know how the swordsmanship is." Li Muyang really couldn't stand an abyssal demon discussing the poems of the human race with him. He always felt that the people there were all barbarians.
"Do you know why the abyssal demon always wants to break the Yin Yang World and invade the divine continent?" The priest asked.
"Isn't it to occupy the fertile land of the divine continent?"
"That's only one of the reasons. If you can escape from the abyss and walk out of the dark world where you can't see the light of day and walk into the land with the sun, moon, and stars, that's naturally what everyone wants. "Priest Evil Moon said aloud:" But, that's not all. All things have a spirit, whether it is the human race, the dragon race or the abyssal race, they are all creatures of the heaven and earth, people of the gods … Why is the dragon race a demigod race from birth? Why can the human race read and write and leave their names in history? What does the abyssal race lack compared to you? "
"The abyssal race has a tenacious vitality, an almost immortal lifespan, and a strong ability to learn and devour. If they become the abyssal race, the abyssal race will be the abyssal race. The Abyssal Race walked on the streets wearing long robes. The Abyssal Race ran the restaurants, the Abyssal Race ran the medical centers, and the Abyssal Race ran the schools. The students were all Abyssal Race children. The next civilization would be created by the Abyssal Race. Think about this scene, think about this golden age … Isn't this what every ambitious Abyssal Race wants to lead their people to? "
Towards the end, the Evil Moon Priest's emotions actually became agitated. It was clear that such ideals and goals were deeply ingrained in the minds of every Abyss Race leader.
Walk out!
Walk out of the abyss!
To the human world!
Become the new master of China!
Li Muyang was inexplicably touched when he heard this. Soon, he felt that he was really too inexplicable.
"Have you ever thought of such a problem?" Li Muyang asked.
"What?"
"The Abyss Race, your people … Will they not be able to adapt to the human world?"
"…"
"Don't be angry." Li Muyang comforted, "Think about it, in the long river of history, how many creatures have disappeared with the changes of the climate and environment … Seahorses that can live in the water and soar in the sky, dinosaurs that look like dragons but can never be shown in public, and countless birds and beasts … They have all disappeared. Your people have already gotten used to the Abyss and the darkness. If you suddenly bring them to the Divine Prefecture … they won't be able to adapt to the environment. What if they all die? "
The Evil Moon Priest opened his mouth to speak but found that he didn't know how to refute Li Muyang's words.
Deep in his mind, he even subconsciously felt that what this guy said was really f * cking reasonable …
But he still felt that something was wrong.
What was wrong?
When the Evil Moon Priest figured out the answer to the question, his face instantly became cold and deep.
"The races that you speak of … are either birds or beasts …"
"Is there a problem?" Li Muyang asked.
"The Abyss Race is a high-level race … an intelligent race that coexists with the human race …"
"Look at you, it's very unwise to say this." Li Muyang sneered. "When did the human race treat the Abyss Demons as an intelligent race? As for the dragon race … Except for the dragon race, all other races are dust. In their eyes, how can other races exist? "
"Li Muyang …"
"Good advice is unpleasant to the ear. As an Abyss Priest, you should plan for your race … Persuade them to give up attacking the Yin Yang Boundary Stone, stay in the abyss and don't come out … And you, leave Qiandu to me, you can do what you want to do. "
"Li Muyang, you really don't know what's good for you. The human race has bullied and humiliated you, but you still regard them as your comrades. I am sincere to you and even want to share China with you, but you fall out with me because of a few pieces of trash on the ground … Then take my 'Happy Meeting' sword first. "
As he spoke, the Evil Moon Priest's body had already turned into a black tornado.
The tornado shrouded in Li Muyang's direction, as if it wanted to touch him, get close to him, and become one with him.
The tornado was soft and gentle. It didn't look like it was going to cause any harm.
However, Li Muyang knew very well that although this sword was called 'Happy Meeting', if he really met it, it would definitely not be pleasant …
Li Muyang's body transformed into a beam of white light, the white brilliance stretched out, like a white dragon to avoid the shroud and attack of the black tornado.
The Evil Moon Priest was black, and Li Muyang was white.
One black and one white intertwined in the sky, chasing each other, fusing and tearing, tearing and fusing again.
Black light flashed in the black tornado, and rays of sword light suddenly rose from the black wind, slashing at the white dragon beside him.
The white dragon was not to be outdone. It bared its fangs and brandished its claws, and roared at the black tornado again and again …
It was not until this time that Li Muyang really understood that the so-called 'Happy Meeting' was not a sword, but a big sword composed of countless small swords.
Every sword was extremely sharp, and every sword rose out of thin air.
The tornado was the sword, and the sword was hidden in the tornado. It was sudden and unpredictable.
Even with Li Muyang's cultivation after transforming into a dragon, it was extremely difficult to guard against these countless small swords. The dragon horns, back, abdomen, and limbs were all cut by the sharp swords …
Some were light, some were heavy, and they left wounds of different depths.
Fortunately, the dragon scales were the best shields in the world, and ordinary physical and magical attacks had no effect on them.
Of course, if it was a world-renowned Starry Sky powerhouse, their attacks would still be extremely terrifying. One sword could stop a river, and one sword could break a mountain. Such strength could already be called the power of a demigod.
This was still very dangerous for the Dragon race, which was also a demigod race.
What's more, the Peacock imperial court was the richest dynasty in the world. As the only little princess of the Peacock imperial court, Qiandu naturally used the best weapons — —
Whether it was the Peach Blossom sword that she had given to Li Muyang, or the Shocking Centipede sword that she was using at this time, they were all the best swords in the world. Any one of them would cause a stir in the divine continent, but for Qiandu — — it was just a sword that was convenient to use. It was not much different from the three thousand swords hanging in the Peacock sword pavilion.
Therefore, when the Evil Moon priest occupied Qiandu's body, he also occupied everything that Qiandu had.
Li Muyang was reluctant to attack Qiandu, because he was afraid that Qiandu would be damaged — — If the Evil Moon priest sensed danger and wanted to change to another body, and Li Muyang punched out, wouldn't Qiandu, who was still in a state of coma, die?
Even if Li Muyang wanted to attack Qiandu, he couldn't, because Qiandu's body was equipped with countless defensive artifacts. Not to mention the others, just the glass mirror, which was ranked on the [Treasured Weapon List], could greatly reduce one's attack power.
A heavy hit would injure Qiandu, a light hit would be offset by the glass mirror — — Li Muyang only felt that this fight was extremely stifling.
The Evil Moon priest did not have such scruples. If Li Muyang was willing to surrender to him, he would be extremely happy.
The supreme Dragon race of the demigod race was his slave, which was a very prestigious thing to say. At least, he felt that he was much more powerful than the Lord of the Abyss Race — — Where there were people, there would be fights, and where there was power, there would be comparisons.
Therefore, when the Evil Moon priest used Qiandu's Shocking Centipede sword to display his [Happy Meeting], and slashed Li Muyang again and again, Li Muyang roared in his heart, "Ying Qiandu, every time you slash me, you will leave a scar on my body — — Don't despise me in the future."
Some things still needed to be made clear, such as who wiped the buttocks and who took responsibility.
The black tornado grew bigger and bigger. Soon, it enveloped Li Muyang's white dragon, wrapping it up.
The white dragon disappeared, leaving only the black tornado flying high in the sky.
Li Muyang was wrapped up by the Evil Moon priest, or rather, imprisoned.
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