Hearing that loud voice, the diners in the restaurant all looked in the direction of the staircase.

But I saw a fierce middle-aged man walking up, he was wearing a simple linen robe, revealing bronze arms and a half-pulled chest, and his thick arm held a broadsword, the big sword was unsheathed, snow-white and bright, like half a door panel.

It is not difficult to see that this fierce man is a master of playing with swords, his cultivation is very high, the seventh-layer realm of Nirvana, and his momentum is released at will, and his fierce aura shocked many young people present.

It is true that there are many disciples of great forces here, but because everyone is not very old, no one wants to provoke him without knowing the situation. As for what he said about solving the little sword god with one sword, naturally no one was stupid to refute it.

Li Mu just glanced at the big man casually, and then didn't pay much attention to it.

He drank another glass of wine and asked, "Are all these geniuses you talking about, will there be any such exchange meeting this time?"

"Yes!"

Fei Yang nodded and said, "They will come, because this trip to Xianyin Valley is a great opportunity for those younger generation of Tianjiao." ”

"What chance?" Li Mu couldn't help but be curious, when he came, Senior Brother Eighth just told him. Xianyin Valley may have "Nine Secluded Town Requiem", so he must get it, but he didn't mention any chance.

Fei Yang said: "Chance is ······"

At this time, the fierce man glanced at the restaurant, and found that the people here were all full, and there was only one window seat, which was occupied by a lonely young man.

So he strode toward the young man.

"Boy, you are the only one at this table, can the other half of Lao Tzu sit?" The fierce man's voice was very loud, and it also interrupted Fei Yang's words, and everyone looked at the middle-aged man, and Li Mu and the others also stopped talking.

"No, you can't. ”

The arrogant young man looked calm, as if he was talking about a trivial matter.

"This ·····"

The people present were stunned, and they all felt that he was a little ignorant, although the fierce man was very polite, but the latter was a person from the seventh layer of Nirvana after all, he was just a small martial artist of the fifth layer of the Divine Gate, what qualifications did he have to refuse others.

"Hahaha! Interesting boy, do you say it again?" the fierce man laughed instead of anger, and looked at the young man with some pity.

"I said no, do you have hair in your ears?" The voice of the arrogant young man was still very calm, but it was clearly conveyed to everyone's ears.

Hearing his words, the fierce man's face fell, he looked at the arrogant young man calmly, and said word by word: "Then you can get out." ”

"It's you who should get out. The arrogant young man raised his eyebrows, a sharp sword intent flashed between his eyebrows, and he drank a glass of wine after speaking.

The fierce man had a murderous intent, and reprimanded angrily: "Boy, you are bold, get out of Lao Tzu immediately, otherwise Lao Tzu will slash you with a sword." ”

"You can try. The corners of the arrogant young man's mouth rose.

"Then you should die. ”

The fierce man shook the broadsword in his hand, raised the broadsword, and pointed it at the head of the arrogant young man.

Zheng –

The sound of the three-foot Qingfeng sword unsheathed, a sword light suddenly appeared, and the sharp light was dazzling, and the people present couldn't open their eyes. Everyone had the illusion that there seemed to be a sharp sword slashing at their hearts.

"What a fast sword ······"

At that moment, everyone had the illusion that their hearts seemed to pause, as if they were about to suffocate.

Boom!

The sound of the sword unsheathed, and the sound of the previous unsheath, sounded almost at the same time.

"Forehead······ You ······ I ······"

The big man covered his neck with both hands, and the big sword fell to the ground with a thud.

Blood.

It surged out frantically along his fingers, wetting Mai from his chest. His eyes widened as if he had seen something incredible.

Looking at the arrogant young man again, he was still sitting there calmly, and the sword behind his back had long been unsheathed, as if the person who had just shot was not him.

Boom!

The big man fell to the ground on his back, blood flowing down the wound on his neck, and a large pool of blood appeared on the floor. If you look closely, there are white brains in the blood.

For the martial artists of the Nirvana Realm, it would not be fatal to have his throat cut, but this fierce man was not only cut by his throat, but also had his brain shattered by the sword qi, and he was killed.

"Good boy! Sure enough, it only takes a sword. Li Mu sighed!

At this time, he already had a guess about the identity of the arrogant young man, who could kill the martial artist of the seventh layer of Nirvana in one second, and did not use the slightest aura. Among the younger generation, I am afraid that there is only the little sword god Mo Ya of the Divine Sword Gate.

Of course, the fierce man didn't go all out, and he was a little careless. Even if they are careless, the two are separated by a big realm.

"Hum~"

At this time, the talents in the restaurant reacted and discussed fiercely one by one.

"With such a fast sword, he can kill a martial artist of the seventh-layer realm of Nirvana in an instant, who is he?"

"Yes, this is definitely the ultimate genius, whose genius is it?"

"I know him, he is Mo Ya, the little sword god of the Divine Sword Sect. Someone exclaimed, loudly revealing the identity of the arrogant young man, which was consistent with Li Mu's guess.

"Little Sword God, is it him?!" Fei Yang and Huo Qiu glanced at each other, and they both saw surprise in each other's eyes, the strength of the little sword god seemed to be stronger than they imagined.

"Little Sword God, he is the Little Sword God, this is too fucking strong!" Everyone was terrified, and at this time, everyone felt that there was an immeasurable gap between themselves and geniuses.

Syllable!

Mo Ya put down the wine glass, stood up, and slowly walked in front of Li Mu. At this time, his face was slightly solemn, one hand pressed the hilt of the sword behind his back, and then said, "Kill you." How many swords do you need?"

What's going on?

The diners present widened their eyes, and they all sweated for Li Mu. Fei Yang and Huo Qiu couldn't help but jump out of the corners of their eyes, ready to shoot at any time. They never imagined that Mo Ya would suddenly target Li Mu, it seemed that neither of them knew anyone, and there were no grievances to speak of.

Li Mu was very calm, sat steadily, took a sip of wine, and said unhurriedly: "Maybe······ You don't have a chance to draw a sword. ”

"I think it's just a sword. Mo Ya raised his eyebrows and subconsciously shook the hilt of the sword.

"Can you try?"

Li Mu didn't raise his head, picked up the wine jar and continued to pour wine.

The silent confrontation made the atmosphere condense, making the entire restaurant silent, only the sound of Li Mu pouring wine into the glass.

In everyone's opinion, once Mo Ya's sword is unsheathed, Li Mu's head will inevitably be lost. But everyone couldn't figure it out, why could the latter be so calm at this time?