"Surrender?"

This word is very disliked, Li Mu sneered. When does death need to surrender to others? In his mind, the concept is deeply ingrained.

It is the pride that the blood gives him, and no one is allowed to trample on it.

Even if he was just a mortal now, he would definitely not do that dirty thing of licking human fart.

There are some things, even at the cost of life, that cannot be half a step back for the future.

Xiang Yilong is a royal family, but he doesn't seem to have this concept, this is the sad thing that has to be said!

Looking at the other party's attitude, Xiang Yilong sneered, he was just using this to suppress Li Mu, and he didn't really have the idea of letting go of hatred.

"You've missed the best chance to survive and you have a great future. Do you know the identities of the man and woman behind me? They are the geniuses of the Divine Sword Sect. Climbing this layer of relationship, this king Bi will be above the nine heavens. And you'll always be just a stinky toad lying in a dirty well. Hahaha! Li Mu, Li Mu, what do you compare with me. The more Xiang Yilong spoke, the more proud he became, his strength was growing by leaps and bounds at the moment, and the support of the nobles in his heart. made him unable to hold it anymore, infinitely magnifying his ugly face.

"You stopped me, just to say a few words of nonsense?" Li Mu's expression did not move, but his murderous intent towards Xiang Yilong increased. He didn't care, nor did he think that the depressed Xiang Yilong would be so hostile to himself.

In the black and white world of the Grim Reaper, such people have to die. No understanding and no need for attention.

A trace of murderous intent emanated from him, and this was his rare release of his killing intent without concealment.

"What is this cheap servant doing, it has been so long to solve a little martial artist who has passed through the Xuan Realm, and there is a lot of nonsense. ”

In the distance, the pony-tailed girl spoke coldly. She also saw the grievances between the two, but neither of them mattered. She just wanted to leave quickly, there was no need to waste time on an ant.

The young man's expression did not move, and he could not see joy or sorrow. On the contrary, it was the servants who looked impatient.

"Have you been poked by the nest, are you angry?" Xiang Yilong's face was grim, and he tried to calm himself down, "What this king wants to say is that even if you don't use the people of the Divine Sword Sect, you can be beheaded under the sword." Because you don't understand the sword cultivation sword, only the martial artists of the Divine Gate Realm can let me and others exert their due strength. ”

At this moment, although Xiang Yilong was ashamed, what he said was good. After the martial artist opens up the Divine Gate, the spiritual power can be released, and the natal flying sword can be controlled more efficiently.

Caused by thoughts, sent by sharp swords.

Suddenly, a gust of north wind whistled by, and the slightest thunder and lightning between heaven and earth were innocently blown up.

Silver filaments danced wildly, crackling and colliding.

Xiang Yilong's eyes were cold, and the violent killing intent and the sharp sword intent were released in his body at the same time.

"Golden sword, out!"

With a bang, he casually spat out a golden light, dragging a long flame of light, tearing through layers of thunderbolts like cow hair, and shooting out.

It's staggeringly fast.

"To deal with a reptile, you also need to use the natal flying sword. The natives of the small place are really uninformed!"

It was the pony-tailed girl who spoke, her face full of disdain.

Of course, she didn't know Li Mu's strength, nor did she know Xiang Yilong's thoughts, just if the other party was a young man at the peak of Xuanxuan, she could kill him with a raise of her hand, and she didn't need to use killing moves.

But at this time, Xiang Yilong seemed to have regarded Li Mu as the biggest enemy in his life. The latter does not die, and he cannot sleep well.

Shout!

The golden light straightened the sword and hit Li Mu's eyebrows.

In an instant, Li Mu's heart tightened, and under that sword, his calm eyes suddenly rippled.

It was too fast for the sword to react.

Qiang Qiang ······

The sonorous sound of metal grinding tore through the sky.

The thunder and lightning in the sky were swept away.

Thunder and lightning vacuum, the scene is clearer, I saw that on the earth, the young man in Tsing Yi was awe-inspiring, as steady as a rock and lying on the earth, and he was long and healthy, like the green pine standing in the sky.

Slender fingers, clutching a golden sword with a cold light. His arm trembled slightly! At the tiger's mouth, a trace of blood dripped down.

"This ······ Impossible?"

The eyes of the people of the Divine Sword Sect widened, they never expected that things would turn out like this.

Even the young man, who had been silent, changed his face.

"How did he do it when he caught the Natal Flying Sword with his bare hands?!"

After a moment of silence, the pony-tailed girl spoke. At this moment, the fair-skinned melon seeds still had shock on their faces.

In her cognition, it seemed that no one had ever been able to do this, not even a ninety-nine-nine-hundred-bloodline martial artist.

She is a sword cultivator, so she naturally understands the sharpness of the natal flying sword. If it was a bloodline martial artist who caught the natal flying sword with her bare hands, she would feel a little better.

But it's this little indigenous who she looks down on and is in a safe corner. Why is he?

"This sword is too slow, and the natal flying sword is not refined enough. The young man of the Divine Sword Sect returned to normal, and gave such an evaluation lightly, as if he was regretting.

What he said didn't involve Li Mu, but it was obviously saying that if the golden sword was a little faster, it would be sharper. can change the tide of battle.

"You······ How could this be, how could this be?" At this moment, Xiang Yilong's eyes were red, and he couldn't bear this ending. The flying sword that he had worked so hard to temper was suppressed by a fleshy palm, what a blow to him.

"What a sharp sword!"

Li Mu was also a little surprised in his heart, now, with the strength of his physical body, even the toughest low-grade spirit soldiers could not break through his defenses.

Obviously, Xiang Yilong's natal flying sword has completely surpassed the lower grade spirit soldiers.

"Li Mu, this king wants you to die!" Xiang Yilong roared loudly, like madness.

"Buzz~~~"

Zheng!

The golden sword screamed, making a burst of sounds.

It was desperately trying to break free, but to no avail, it couldn't break free from the fateful hand.

"Humph!"

Li Mu snorted coldly, the reason why Fang Cai's sword was able to hurt himself was nothing more than relying on the edge of the sword out of the sheath.

Now that it's in your own hands, how can you let it make a difference?

"No······ Li Mu, if you don't cut you off, this king will be at ease. Xiang Yilong's face was pale, and blood flowed from the corners of his mouth.

He is one with the golden sword, and if the flying sword is injured, he will not feel good.

"Take the blame. ”

Dangdang!

Li Mu grabbed the golden sword in one hand, and bombarded the sword body with the other hand one punch after another.

The golden sword trembled even more, and seemed to be suffering greatly.

"Poof~~~"

Xiang Yilong vomited blood in his mouth, and his momentum plummeted for thousands of miles, and he could no longer raise the slightest sword intent.

"Stop!"

is also a sword cultivator, and the ponytail girl can't stand it anymore. In the eyes of people like them, the Natal Flying Sword is a living being, the best companion, and it cannot be tarnished in the slightest, nor can it be touched.

Li Mu hit the Natal Flying Sword so rudely, as if he was blaspheming the holiest thing in their hearts.

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