An arrow more than five feet long hovered in front of Li Mu's eyes, and the arrow was golden all over, and fine runes continued to emerge and disappear.

The entire arrow spun rapidly in front of Li Mu's eyes, and the stirring void made a rumbling sound.

"This arrow is interesting!"

Li Mu slowly stretched out his palm and grabbed the arrow.

Before the palm touched the arrow, it was shaken by the spatial ripples stirred by the arrow, and the palm trembled, driving the whole arm to shake, and even the body was trembling.

If it was an ordinary monk, it would definitely be difficult to start in the face of the spatial ripples stirred by the arrow.

But for Li Mu, who is proficient in the way of space, it is nothing.

His palm gently and skillfully passed through the ripples of space, grabbed the body of the arrow, only to feel that the hand was hot, the whole arrow was lost like a living thing, and he couldn't stop struggling and beating in the palm, and the runes on the arrow body couldn't help but burst and burst, and the fried Li Mu's palm was numb and crispy, and even gave birth to pain.

"It's just an arrow, and you still want to run?"

Li Mu shook the arrow in his hand fiercely, and there was a crackling sound in his palm, and the runes on the arrow body exploded one after another, and the arrow cluster suddenly broke away from the arrow shaft and flew into the void.

"Yay?"

Li Mu stretched out his hand and copied the cluster of arrows that flew into the void in his hand: "Do you still want to escape in batches?" ”

The true fire of the sun emerged from his palm, and he burned the arrow cluster fiercely, the light on the arrow cluster flickered, and the runes on the surface surged violently, and after a while, most of them were burned out.

The whole cluster of arrows began to fall silent, as if they were dead.

"My Golden Arrow!"

In the cave world thousands of miles away, the expression of the white-haired man who had just shot an arrow suddenly changed, and Huo Ran got up: "Who is it?" Who caught my golden arrows? ”

The bow and arrow passed down by his family is an ancient magic weapon, the power is amazing, even if it is an immortal Buddha, he does not dare to go straight to the edge, the ancestor of the Huang family carries this bow and arrow, and even the dragon can shoot it.

Now that the powers of the Metaverse have left one after another, the Taoism has declined, and the capable immortals and Buddhas have long since flown to the heavens, not in the world, even if there is occasional potential power, but most of them do not care about the world.

The Huang family's bow and arrow, in this Metaverse land, there are really not many people who have the ability to resist it, let alone intercept it directly halfway and keep it for themselves.

Now the arrow shot was caught by someone, and even erased the divine thoughts attached to him, which shows the power of the person who shot it, that is, the head of the Huang family among the eight great families, and he was also shocked at this time: "Which old thing deliberately embarrassed me?" ”

In this Metaverse, those who have the ability to catch the golden arrow, I'm afraid that only those old things who are cultivating, and ordinary monks will never have such magical powers.

"Fuck, my son was killed, can't I take revenge?"

The white-haired man was furious, stomped his feet, his body rose to the sky, broke through the space, and was about to rush to Yunzhou City.

Suddenly, the golden light flashed, and the runes hooked up the heavens and the earth, blocking the way of the white-haired man, and a golden figure was generated in the void, holding a knife and a shield, and said sharply: "Huang Wencheng!" Now that the three-hundred-year time limit has not yet arrived, you can't leave the Huangjiajie without permission! ”

The white-haired man was furious, and a long sword suddenly appeared in his hand, and he slashed at the golden figure: "Get out!" ”

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Burst!

His sword hit the top of the golden figure's head, snapping in half, and then bursting like a bubble.

Huang Wencheng snorted coldly, and the long sword slashed continuously, cutting out a crack in the void and connecting it to the space outside the small world.

Huang Wencheng was about to dodge out, but he saw the crack suddenly close, and then the golden light in front of him appeared, and more than 30 golden figures appeared, and these more than 30 figures each exerted their magical powers and blasted towards Huang Wencheng: "Huang family master, retreat quickly!" ”

Huang Wencheng held a sword in his hand and roared like thunder: "Retreat, retreat!" Retreat your paralysis! I've had enough! ”

He rushed forward with his sword and fought with these more than thirty golden phantoms: "The four major sects have trapped Lao Tzu for more than a hundred years, and they still have to be sealed, it is bearable, which is unbearable!" ”

Dozens of phantoms turned into monks at the same time, and proclaimed the Buddha's name: "Good and good, if it weren't for the Huang family master who did too much evil in the past, how could the old monk and others block your door?" ”

"Lao Tzu kills people and does evil, it's your business!"

"If you kill more people, it will matter!"

"Fuck you!"

Boom Boom!

Huang Wencheng was like crazy, his sword was cut into the air, and more than a dozen golden phantoms were smashed one after another, and in the end, he couldn't stand the crowd, and he was beaten by dozens of phantoms, and fled back to the Huang family's ancestral house in embarrassment, and couldn't go out.

Let's talk about Li Mu.

After putting away the arrow cluster and shaft, turn your gaze to one side.

The cyan sword light that had been shattered before was condensed again at this time, and it turned into a long sword again, floating and sinking in a corner of the main hall.

Li Mu stretched out his hand and grabbed the green sword into his palm, only to see that the sword was four feet long, the scabbard was inlaid with sun and moon gems, and the hilt was painted with several runes.

Pulling out the sword blade, he saw that the sword blade was as clear as water, and after sensing Li Mu's gaze, the sword body couldn't help but tremble, and there was a faint sound of dragon chanting and tiger roaring.

"Good sword!"

Li Mu looked at it with great eyes: "Good sword!" ”

He thought about it, and the red hairpin stuck in the top of his head suddenly jumped out and turned into a red sword in the air, which complemented the green sword.

"This green sword seems to be a few points more powerful than my red sword!"

Li Mu looked at it for a moment and was very satisfied: "Yun Niang is lacking a good sword, and this green sword is just right for her to defend herself." ”

The flying sword used by Hu Yunniang at this time was personally refined by the dark iron and fire copper she saved, and its power was limited.

If she held Li Mu's red sword and met Huang Tianjiao, she would have her own divine sword to protect the lord, and she would definitely not be captured by him with one move.

Hanging the green sword on his waist, Li Mu was not in a hurry to leave, but looked up at the picture hanging in the main hall again: "If you really say baby, I'm afraid this drawing is the real baby!" ”

When he came to the drawing, he wanted to take it down, but he found that the further he went, the farther away he was from the drawing.

After a while, he suddenly reacted: "It's not that I'm getting farther and farther away from the picture, it's that the closer I get to the picture, the smaller my body becomes!" ”

At this time, look around, you will find that the tribute table in front of it is as big as a mountain, the main hall is like the sky, and the blue square bricks paved in the main hall below are like thousands of acres of fertile land.

"This picture has the power to compress space!"

Li Mu was frightened, and his body quickly retreated, and after a while, he returned to his original position.

When I looked at the picture again, I realized that the painting was still a painting, and I couldn't see anything special about it.

"It seems that this treasure has nothing to do with me for the time being!"

Li Mu looked at the drawing in front of him, with a look of pity: "When Lao Tzu's cultivation realm is reached, come and take it away!" ”

He reluctantly glanced at the picture a few times, turned around and walked out of the main hall, and after a few steps, he broke through the void and came to his own house.

Inside the hospital.

Chen Zuoshan, who was tied up with five flowers, leaned on the old tree in the courtyard, feeling uneasy, hoping that Li Mu would not be able to take away the green sword, and worried that Li Mu would not take away the green sword, and his heart was extremely conflicted.

If Li Mu took away the Qingjian, the Qingjianmen would really not be called the Qingjianmen in the future, but his life might probably be saved.

If Li Mu can't take the green sword, it is estimated that he and a few Taoist friends will not end well.

Just as he was struggling, he saw the light and shadow in the courtyard flickering, and Li Mu's figure suddenly emerged from the void, and a cyan sword was hanging from his waist.