Below, [One Knife Soul Breaking] Wu Biao's eyes narrowed.

"Where is Your Excellency sacred?" his voice stirred in the barren mountains and mountains on a moonlit night: "Why are you blocking the way of the lord of this village?"

The top of the pinnacle.

Li Mu, who was incarnated as a burly old man, did not speak.

He gently stomped on the ground with his left foot.

The invisible power of energy turned into a wave of qi and exploded around him.

All the frozen minions of Qingfeng Village, including the six masters who were already dead and could no longer die, all flew out, fell from the stone peak, and fell in mid-air, which could be faintly seen by the moonlight, and in the process of falling, all those bodies were like ears of rice that had been cut by a farmer's sickle, split in two and broke apart.

Under the [Lightning Slash] of the Six Swords of Fengyun, these minions don't know how they died.

"The moon and stars are scarce, and the black magpie flies south ......"

Li Mu only opened his mouth at this time.

He actually saw the bright moon in the sky, and wanted to casually chant an ancient poem on the earth as the opening poem of his incarnation, to create an atmosphere and pretend to be forced by the way.

But when I opened my mouth to say these two sentences, I suddenly felt that the words that followed were not suitable for such an occasion.

After a pause, Li Mu didn't know how to continue to pretend to be forced.

It's embarrassing.

Li Mu paused, so he had to change his words, and changed to another sentence on the earth, standing on the top of the stone peak, looking like a master outside the world, and said: "Wenjun sits in Qingfeng Village, has a supreme sword technique, a knife to break the soul, and a good head, powerful Quartet, I am very yearning, and tonight under the double moon hanging, I want to invite, borrow Jun's good head for use, please don't be stingy." ”

Wu Biao's expression was as cold as winter, and he said: "Are you a person from the Broken Water Sect? There are many people who want to pick off the head of my martial artist, I'm afraid you don't have that ability." The words fell, and a strange whistling came out of his mouth.

The [Jiuding Chrysanthemum Leopard] under his crotch suddenly rushed out, turning into a black lightning bolt, carrying Wu Biao, and rushing towards Shi Feng at a high speed.

Li Mu's eyes shrank.

What a speed!

This black chrysanthemum leopard is really a wilderness alien species, stepping on the snow without a trace, landing silently, a leap is more than ten meters, sprinting, two or three breaths of time, it has already reached the bottom of the stone peak.

I saw that the beast exerted force on all four legs at the same time, jumped up, jumped up more than 20 meters high, grabbed it on the stone wall, like grasping tofu, tore open the cracks, and with the help of the power of the shock, carrying Wu Biao, and jumped up more than 10 meters.

Li Mu's eyes lit up.

"Hahaha, in addition to your head, this big black cat, I want it too. ”

With a slap of his hand, he slapped it on a rock more than a man tall beside him.

Sou!

The huge rock, which had been standing on the pinnacle for thousands of years, was broken by Qi Gen and flew out, carrying the infinite force of impact, smashing towards the man and the leopard below.

The timing angle is as precise and wonderful as the horns of an antelope.

"Hahaha...... Open it for me. ”

Wu Biao shouted, his body was like a big bird, he jumped up on the black panther, and the blood-colored giant blade in his hand slashed his head, and a bloody light shone in the night sky.

Laugh at!

The sound of tissue paper tearing.

The huge rock with a force of tens of thousands of catties was cut in half like a piece of tofu, separated to both sides, rubbing Wu Biao's figure, flying out left and right, and falling off the cliff.

Li Mu gasped.

What a clever knife technique.

He is no longer the hairy boy he was when he first came to another planet, and he has a certain attainment in the martial arts of this world, especially the way of the sword, at a glance, although he seems to understand it or not, and he can't see through the mystery of Wu Biao's knife, but he can feel that the knife is very terrifying.

In the midst of his thoughts, Li Mu held the long-handled Pu knife with his backhand.

The way he held the knife was weird.

The handle of the knife is in front, and the blade is backward, which seems to drag the knife but is not exactly right.

Li Mu stood at his feet, his figure was straight, his breath was inhaling, he was still, and he maintained a strange posture, and an inexplicable meaning flowed out.

At the same time, the panther roared and leaped again.

In mid-air, it accurately caught Wu Biao, whose figure had fallen slightly.

This man and beast cooperated very well, with the help of this connection, Wu Biao's figure jumped up like a harrier again, and instantly leaped to the top of the stone peak, his body was as fast as lightning, directly facing Li Mu, and slashed out again.

"Yellow Springs Diversion and Cutting ...... Kill!"

He shouted like thunder, as if a giant beast was roaring.

The blood-colored sword light poured down, like a river of yellow spring blood and water pouring down.

Li Mu did not move, his feet took root, and he still held the long-handled Pu knife in his backhand, his eyes staring at the blood-colored knife light.

Under the transformation of [Innate Gong], his senses are keen, his eyesight is comparable to that of an eagle falcon, and the blood-colored knife light that cannot capture the trajectory of outsiders can clearly see the blade in his eyes, and even the layers of transparent air waves that the blade cuts through the air and cuts out in the void.

In a thousandth of an instant, Li Mu took out the knife at the same time.

"Draw your sword and slash!"

Li Mu's tongue bloomed with thunder, and he shook the heavens and the earth.

Boom!

Knife-to-knife collision.

Sparks splashed out of the moonlight.

The figures are staggered, and the clothes are hunting.

Like a giant eagle, Wu Biao leaped over Li Mu's head and landed about ten meters behind him.

And Li Mu seemed to be a rock, standing firmly in place, just holding the knife in a posture, from holding the handle of the knife with his backhand facing backwards, to the blade facing outward, rising, like a note of incense.

Quiescence.

Under the moonlight, on the stone peak, the two figures seemed to be frozen.

The mountain breeze blows all over the mountains.

Green trees like waves.

The sound of the mountain is deep and distant, mysterious as the rising tide of the sea.

On the mountain road below, there are still dozens of minions of Qingfeng Village who survived.

They hid behind all kinds of rocks and trees in great fear, looked up, and stared nervously at the top of the mountain, where they could vaguely see the two figures, but they didn't know which one had won.

Especially the second leader who played the role of a military advisor in Qingfeng Village, he saw the opportunity early, hid in advance, and was not killed by Li Mu's arrows before.

At this time, he was carefully hiding behind a mountain rock, looking at the top of the stone peak nervously, whether Wu Biao lived or died, it was too important to him.

The pinnacle of the pinnacle.

Deathly silence.

About five or six breaths later.

Wu Biao put away his knife and turned around slowly.

"What a quick knife technique. He had a look of horror on his face, as if he was recalling the reincarnation of the life-and-death transformation at the moment of the previous confrontation, and said: "I have encountered countless sword masters in my life, even the knife of Zhang Yuning, the fourth of the four small swordsmen in the [Guanshan Ranch] Divine Sect, is not as fast as your sword. ”

The wind blew, and one of Wu Biao's sleeves flew out with the wind.

Li Mu also slowly turned around.

His face turned slightly pale, and a drop of blood appeared from his left shoulder, and then drop after drop of blood poured out.

Blood stained his robes red.

Slowly, a crack opened in the clothes on his body, and a thin knife mark appeared on the skin underneath, and the blood was pouring out of this knife mark.

"Break the soul with a knife...... Sure enough, it's a good knife technique. ”

Li Mu couldn't help but sigh.

Bang Dang!

The long-handled Pu knife in his hand broke from the peak of the blade, and the upper half fell to the ground.

This stainless steel simple knife left in the practice room by the former Taibai County Order is definitely a good product among the finest products, and its sharpness is blowing and breaking hair, but it is not comparable to the blood-colored giant blade in Wu Biao's hand.

However, Li Mu did not care about the gains and losses of a knife.

What he really felt stunned and frustrated was that at the moment when the sword light was staggered, he had clearly captured the trajectory arc of the blood-colored giant blade, and he also used the [Drawing Knife Slash] that he had never shot before, gathering momentum to make a knife, if it was about power, the two knives that had been formed among the six knives of Fengyun, the [Drawing Sword Slash] was more thick and calm than the [Lightning Slash], it belonged to a one-hit killing knife, and under Li Mu's deliberate accumulation, the power was even stronger......

But Li Mu was defeated in a head-to-head duel.

There is no vanity under the fame.

The martial arts powerhouse who has been famous for a long time really has its terrifying features.

This Wu Biao, whose strength is terrifying, is definitely the strongest and most ruthless martial artist Li Mu has encountered since he came to this planet, and the martial arts and sword techniques he has mastered are also the strongest, definitely above the ninth grade, and the eighth grade may even be the secret book of the seventh grade.

This is not a difference in strength.

It's the gap in sword skills.

After all, Li Mu is a martial arts newcomer.

Even with the indoctrination of the old god stick and the assistance of the two immortal techniques of [Innate Skill] and [True Martial Fist], his martial arts experience, martial arts theory and actual combat experience are limited after all, so the sword technique he created cannot truly compete with the sword technique that has been truly tempered in this world and summarized and polished by countless martial arts sages.

But he was not discouraged or discouraged.

Because Li Mu deeply understands that any technical thing must be repeated and experimented at the same time to be inclusive, in order to truly achieve perfection, and Fengyun Six Swords is the first step for him to get out of this kind of experimental training.

The mountain wind is howling, and the moon is cold.

Wu Biao's face was cold, and he held the blood-colored giant blade in his hand, and walked over slowly.

"What a quick knife...... It's just a pity, although your knife is fast, but the background is insufficient, the stamina is shallow, you want to take the route of the road to simplicity? It's a pity that the avenue has always been complicated and vast like a sea of smoke, and it is really simple to be simple, you need to look at the prosperity and profundity, in order to really go from the complex to the simple, the martial arts knife way, it is never possible to enter the simplicity with the simplicity, the avenue is not viewed, how to enter the Tao?"

Li Mu had to admit that he was right.

This is a strong man in the way of the sword, and his perception of the cultivation of the way of the sword is worth understanding.

Li Mu was in awe, arched his hand, and said, "Thank you for your advice, but you said this kind of golden and jade words in front of me, don't you think that you have already won?"

Wu Biao smiled and said, "Killing a master has always been the most enjoyable enjoyment, and killing a sword master like you is undoubtedly the enjoyment of enjoyment...... I was hit by my [Huangquan Diversion Slash], my sternum was cut off, and the knife qi shocked my internal organs, and you absolutely have no power to fight back. ”