Bite!

Swords and shadows are intertwined.

Li Mu had been watching the battle from the side before, and he already had some understanding of the Qilin clan's sword skills.

The Sky Destroying Knife is indeed the world's first-class sword technique.

But it's not stronger than the Heavenly Sword.

The reason why Qin Kongyu was defeated was that in Ling Yanjun's last extreme move, with the help of the power of the Black Tide, he turned the original unicorn scales into black demon lotus petal scales.

Victory is not martial.

If Li Muruo broke out with all his strength, he was sure to defeat Ling Yanjun within three swords.

But he suppressed the killing intent in his heart, and met the enemy with his own sword path, maintaining a five-five number.

The more Ling Yanjun fought, the more shocked he became.

I thought that after breaking the original Heavenly Sword, the Sky Destroying Sword would be the first in the world.

I didn't expect a guy to appear out of thin air, and the knife path was so amazing.

The sword technique seems to be messy, but in fact it is a self-contained system, proving that the confrontation is not inferior to his own Void Destroying Knife, and it is completely impossible to suppress it.

How so?

The obsession in Ling Yanjun's heart was stimulated.

He finally proved himself, but he was beaten down by others again?

How does this work?

"Kill, and I will defeat you today. ”

Ling Yanjun was ruthless, with inky and black knives in his hands, and the offensive became more and more fierce.

Time goes on.

Sure enough, a moment later, in the depths of the endless black tide, the whispering voice of the ancient demon reappeared: "Enough, you have delayed too much time, you ......"

The voice did not fall.

In Li Mu's hand, the purple gold long knife bloomed with a dazzling look.

The powerful force instantly knocked Ling Yanjun away.

The other swords were one, and one hundred and twenty flying knives accompanied him, instantly turning into a stream of light that could not be forced, and it directly cut through the endless black tide, like an arrow shooting the sun, slashing towards the depths of the black tide.

The target is exactly the direction from which the voice of the ancient demon came from.

This is Li Mu's goal.

From the beginning, he didn't really want to deal with Ling Yanjun.

Ling Yanjun was just a pawn.

Killing him would not be of much benefit to the situation in Nantianmen Outpost Town.

The ancient demon who hides in the shadows and controls everything is the real culprit.

This knife was really the condensation of Li Mu's spirit, and it was also the condensation of all his comprehensions since the battle with the Qin Sky Domain.

Brilliant sword light, dispel the black tide.

Faintly, in the depths of the black mist, a high-crowned robe, like an emperor-like figure, loomed.

The sword gland was pointed directly at this person.

"Hehe......"

A faint mocking smile rang out.

The figure was just a flick of his long sleeves.

A surge of energy.

The void of heaven and earth, at this moment, seemed to shatter.

This is true power.

Li Mulian brought a knife, and immediately smashed with heaven and earth.

The blood mist filled.

The imperial figure chuckled.

However, in the next instant, the void was reversed.

The blood mist regathered into Li Mu's figure, and a knife had already slashed in front of the emperor's figure.

Time reversal.

"Huh?"

The imperial figure had an unconcealable surprise in his tone.

The purple gold long knife slashed at his forehead, breaking a line of blood.

Injury to the skin.

But it was no longer possible to cut it off.

A kind of power that Li Mu had never seen before, erected in this person's body, the purple gold long knife could cut the Immortal Emperor, but it could not cut into his body at all.

"Who are you?"

The emperor's figure was furious.

Rise.

Even though there was only a distance of less than half a meter, Li Mu couldn't see this person's face clearly.

The avenue on the first floor is dense and swirling in its face.

Only the angry eyes were visible, covering Li Mu's whole body.

Li Mu urged the body again.

The figure of the emperor sneered: "Outsider, you don't belong to this era...... Give me death. ”

He threw a punch.

Li Mu only felt that the vision was circulating, and the power of the three thousand avenues seemed to bombard his body all at once.

The vision suddenly distorted.

An unprecedented death crisis looms over the whole body.

His figure was constantly flying upside down by the bombardment, unable to stabilize his figure.

Everything in sight flickered wildly.

He saw that Ling Yanjun led the black demon shadow to rush into the Nantianmen Palace.

Seeing the Heavenly Court soldiers who strangled the entrance of the palace with their flesh and blood, they were robbed of their vitality one by one.

Seeing the old and young in the hall on the first floor, they rushed towards the black shadow like crazy, and then they were slashed and shredded by one......

Seeing the same tragedy, it happened on the second floor.

I also saw that Qin Kongyu, Qin Ling'er and other ten giant spirit bloodline immortal generals were personally shot by the emperor's figure, nailed to death on the wall of the third Zeng, and saw Qin Kezhen and Qin Kexuan and other children, who were also brutally killed in front of Qin Kongyu and others who were not completely dead......

The plaque of Nantianmen was plucked and smashed

The Nantianmen Hall fell.

See the sentry towns destroyed, one by one

The building collapsed in the dust......

The scene in his vision gradually blurred.

Li Mu's figure was still retreating frantically, unable to contain it......

He saw the black tide surging into the sky and sweeping away.

Everything in his sight was weird and distorted, as if he was watching a TV series, as far as his eyes could see, even as if he was fast forwarding, he saw the fall of Tiange Pass, the Giant Spirit Bloodline Clan was fighting wildly, and the general Qin Han also chose to be the same as his son Qin Kongyu, and he did not retreat, and was finally killed by the emperor's figure, and the Giant Spirit Army was completely annihilated......

The regression of the body is getting faster and faster, faster and faster......

Scenes of tragedy continue to appear in front of you.

Li Mu even saw in the distance, in the middle of the Heavenly Court, in the middle of the endless avenue, one by one, the venerable buildings were constantly collapsing......

Four streamers broke through the black tide and flew in different directions.

Until then, this side of the world was overwhelmed by the Black Tide.

He saw that the figure of the emperor, in the endless darkness, turned back sharply, and looked towards him, and the sharp light of his eyes, as if it could shine through the eternity, looked towards him.

A touch of red, between its foreheads.

That's a knife mark.

"We'll see you again. ”

Full of contempt for life and cold voices, it traveled thousands of distances and reached Li Mu's ears.

The next moment-

Rumble!

Li Mu's back slammed into a building.

He opened his mouth and spewed out a bloody arrow.

At the same time, the aura of death that permeated the body gradually dissipated.

Li Mu landed on the ground and turned to look back.

I saw a three-story building hall that was dead and silent in the midst of ashes.

"Is that so?"

After Li Mu was slightly surprised in his heart, he showed a look of course.

This three-story hall is the Nantianmen Palace.

It was the one he first encountered, the one that had been destroyed for countless eras, covered with dry bones and corpses, and the Nantianmen Hall that really existed in reality.

He had just crashed directly into the third floor of the main hall.

He saw the ten bones nailed to the wall.

I saw the broken Nantianmen plaque on the ground, and saw the broken bones of the dead children's corpses......

An unprecedented sadness and anger swept through Li Mu's whole body at once.

Did the living people I saw, come into contact with, and interact with before really die countless years ago?

Is the experience of these days really just an illusion?

Or is it that in the turbulence of time, I, a passerby, participated in a time countless years ago by chance?