Swords and swords.

The sky is full of swords and swords.

The figure shuttles, like a streamer, constantly flickering.

"So fast. ”

Li Mu was surprised in his heart.

He has mastered the somersault cloud, and he has the sword control technique, the blessing of time mystery, and in terms of speed, he has never been weaker than others, but compared to the faceless immortal saint sword cultivation in front of him, he is still vaguely inferior.

Not only that, but even the power that has always been proud of it has been suppressed.

"When I was in the Immortal Monarch, I could fight the Immortal Emperor, and when I was at the beginning of the Immortal Emperor, I could compete with the peak of the Immortal Emperor, according to the arrival, when I reached the peak of the Immortal Emperor, I should be able to steadily suppress the first level of the Immortal Saint, but I would fall into a disadvantage, it seems that the big gap between the Immortal Emperor and the Immortal Saint is by no means as easy to cross as imagined. ”

While fighting, Li Mu reflected in his heart.

Fortunately, in his body, the power of the Golden Lotus Pill and the power of the water of the leylines are constantly entangled with each other, deriving endless Immortal Dao True Yuan power, endless, Li Mu is like a perpetual motion machine, not worrying about the problem of True Yuan exhaustion, and can continue to output.

Boom!

Sword strike.

The Faceless Immortal Holy Sword Cultivation Sword Technique is amazing, the magic power is endless, and it is unleashed, all of which contain great killing power, under the operation of the sword law, it seems that an endless sword domain has been formed between heaven and earth, and a wisp of air can be turned into a sword that slashes immortals in an instant, and it is extremely strong.

Li Mu is like a dancer walking on the blade, constantly flipping the sword of life and death.

His knife path, after the tempering of the copy space of the previous ten stone pillars, has reached the point of returning to the basics and returning to the point of oneness, unlike the previous bells and whistles, it is often a single slash, which can break through the gameplay and smash thousands of combat skills.

Shout!

The knife flashed.

The last to come first, smashing the sword shadow in the sky.

Li Mu swung out every sword, seemingly unhurried, but he could always protect himself before the endless lightning-like sword shadow.

Ding Ding Ding!

The subtle sound of metal colliding like pins colliding is endless.

Layers of light visible to the naked eye burst out continuously at the place where the swords collided.

Li Mu's figure kept flickering and retreating.

The force of the shock from the sword collision made half of his arms almost numb, and he had the illusion that his skin and flesh were shattered, and his muscles and bones were broken.

Opposite side.

The white-clothed Faceless Immortal Saint Sword Cultivator, as if it was an indifferent piece of 10,000-year-old Xuan Ice, never made the slightest sound from beginning to end, nor did he have any emotional fluctuations, but just kept attacking with his sword.

"Blood Divine Knife. ”

Li Mu drank.

A bright red narrow chopping knife appeared in Li Mu's right hand.

Double Blade.

Dual knife flow.

Li Mu held a knife in his left and right hands, and parried frantically.

He was single-minded and dual-minded, distracting himself into two, killing the Immortal Knife in his right hand and turning the Blood Divine Knife in his left hand, so that he could barely block the opponent's attack completely.

Yes.

It can only be sealed.

At this point in the battle, the white-clothed faceless immortal holy sword cultivator, with a body of supernatural powers and cultivation, was obviously also urged to the extreme, and the whole person was like a grand silver moon, and the attack was like a silver moon in the air, and the mercury was pouring into the ground, reaching the peak to the extreme.

Li Mu felt like a small sampan on the stormy sea, struggling, rising and falling, as if it would be swallowed up at any time.

It has to be all in one.

Any loss of consciousness and negligence, a sword, is a death.

Li Mu's whole body was steaming, and the true yuan in his body was boiling under the violent agitation, constantly erupting and venting, and the whole person entered an incomparably magical state under the stimulation of external forces.

The sword roared.

Li Mu was like a piece of iron billet, and every attack of the white-clothed Faceless Immortal Saint Sword Cultivator hit the knife in Li Mu's left and right hands, just like that

The hammer, constantly and very properly, smashed out the impurities in the iron billet.

Time passes.

I don't know how long it took.

Rumble!

There was a roar.

With the help of the power of the intersection of swords, the white-clothed Faceless Immortal Saint Sword Cultivator's body jumped backwards, and in mid-air, it suddenly turned into a piece of flying ash without warning, as if it was ashes, and slowly dissipated.

Let's go?

He's dead?

Li Mu, who had lost the external pressure, suddenly came back to his senses.

He couldn't put away his sword, the sword light broke through the void, fell to the ground, and in the rumbling sound, directly on the ruined ground, split a crack thousands of meters long, bottomless, faintly bubbling with black gas, along the way, all the stone statues, stone walls and buildings, were divided into two.

"Whirring ......"

Li Mu stabbed on the ground with both knives and gasped for air.

As soon as the battle stopped, Li Mu felt endless exhaustion sweeping over him.

The body was sore, numb and swollen, as if a person who had not exercised for a long time had suddenly run a half marathon, almost paralyzed from exhaustion, and the exhaustion of the spirit and spirit was also swept in like a tide.

Woohoo!

The Zhuxian Knife turned into one hundred and twenty purple-gold flying knives, flying and swirling in the surrounding void, forming a knife array, and the mysteries of time flowed, protecting Li Mu in it.

Li Mu sat cross-legged in the void and couldn't wait to start pranayama recovery.

The power of the True Yuan in the body is still expanding infinitely, growing indefinitely, really like the Big Bang, extending and growing indefinitely.

A moment later.

Li Mu completely recovered.

All the tiredness and discomfort is gone.

He stood up, holding the Blood Transformation Divine Knife in his hand, and looked around, bursting with battle intent.

There is also a need to fight.

Catharsis is also needed.

One hundred and twenty flying knives flew back and landed in his right hand, turning into a long knife for the immortals.

Li Mu's figure flickered, floating high in the air.

Shout!

A sword light came as scheduled.

The white-clothed Faceless Immortal Saint Sword Cultivator reappeared, and without saying a word, the sword came out like lightning, and frantically attacked Li Mu.

Bite!

Parry, counterattack.

Li Mu waved his knife to meet him.

"Huh, is this really going on?"

At the moment of the fight, Li Mu keenly felt that the strength of the other party seemed to be ...... Dropped?

In the previous fight, he could only passively block the file and passively parry.

There is no power to fight back.

And at this moment, the sword was sealed, the counterattack was counterattacked, and the instinct of the body was done in one go.

Draw?

Fight against each other.

Li Mu's double sword attack was actually on a par with this white-clothed faceless immortal saint sword cultivator.

This battle was like the tip of a needle against a wheat, and the copper pot touched the iron brush.

Chess against opponents.

Find one's match.

After a full stick of incense, Li Mu determined one thing.

It's not that the opponent has weakened.

It's that I've become stronger.

From being suppressed by the white-clothed Faceless Immortal Saint Sword Cultivator in the first fight, to now having a hard face and not falling behind at all, such a change made Li Mu's heart faintly excited.

He can fight against the Immortal Saint.

Although this white-clothed faceless immortal saint is probably only the first level of the immortal saint.

However, his strength has really improved.

Can fight the Immortal Saint.

Such strength is enough to be proud of.

From being suppressed to being equal, Li Mu only took less than a day.

can

Fear of progress.

If it spreads, it will be enough to make those peak Immortal Emperors and half-step Immortal Saints jealous to the point of psychological distortion.

But Li Mu, who calmed down, had a very strange thing happening again.

He was not promoted.

His realm still maintains the peak of the Dao Immortal Emperor's Great Perfection.

Compared to when I first entered this space dungeon, there was no improvement in the slightest.

"It's weird. ”

Li Mu was surprised.

The realm has not been improved, and the increase in combat power comes from the physical body, experience, sword technique, and combat awareness?

He carefully experienced and kept observing.

Shout!

Slash out.

Rumble!

The white-clothed Faceless Immortal Holy Sword was cultivated in mid-air, and even the person with the sword was extremely cut into ashes by this sword.

This time, Li Mu was able to put away the knife.

There was no joy on his face.

"At the moment of the last sword, the opponent seemed to suddenly weaken, and it seemed that the strength in the body disappeared in an instant, is it ...... Exhausted?"

Li Mu was skeptical.

He seems to have consumed an immortal saint-level sword cultivator alive?

In this way, the first time they fought, this white-clothed Faceless Immortal Saint Sword Cultivator suddenly turned into ashes and scattered, not because he was willing to stop, but because he was consumed?

This time, too?

Li Mu was somewhat clear.

After all, this is the trial space of the eleventh stone pillar, which is not the same as the real world.

It's like in the ancient battlefield in the space of the ten stone pillars before, those powerhouses who fought wildly, after being killed by Li Mu, Hua Xiangrong went in to try again, they would still appear, in this space, only the white-clothed Faceless Immortal Saint Sword Cultivator was in charge.

This person is the boss of this trial space.

was brushed twice in a row by Li Mu.

But it should be that the conditions for a certain strategy dungeon have not been met, so he will continue to reappear after disappearing.

"Perhaps, if you really want to clear the level, you must kill this white-clothed Faceless Immortal Saint Sword Cultivator in a head-on battle, instead of killing it after a burst of energy is consumed?"

Li Mu was thoughtful.

He stood in the air, pranayama recovering for a moment.

The power of the true element in the body is still increasing crazily, and it is endless.

About a stick of incense after the time.

In the void, the fairy light flashed.

The white-clothed Faceless Immortal Saint Sword Cultivator really reappeared.

"Looks like we're going to have to brush the boss again...... Kill!"

Li Mu took the initiative to swing his knife.

......

......

Extinguishing Desirelessness looked at the Eastern Night Blade with some surprise.

The taste of soaking in the bitter spring was enough to make some immortal emperor-level powerhouses go crazy.

That kind of pain, as long as you experience it once, no one will want to try it a second time.

All beings are suffering.

Soaking in bitterness, life is worse than death.

Destroying no desire feels that he is a person who has come back from his heart like ashes, and his heart is full of the obsession of revenge on the Zhenxian Tower, and he can endure all the suffering, no matter what the price is, he can accept it, so he can endure the torture of the bitter spring water.

But what about the Eastern NightEdge?

What is his obsession?

This immortal lord who is in charge of the immortal court of the Eastern Holy Continent, why did he immerse himself in the bitter spring?

After soaking in the bitter spring for eleven days, he had reached the limit of his endurance and had to come out of the bitter spring water, but the Eastern Night Blade, who entered the bitter spring at the same time as him, still immersed his whole body in the bitter spring water at this time, motionless, as if he was already dead.

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