"There is nothing wrong with your revenge, but what is wrong is to hurt the innocent. There may be people who owe you, but the world doesn't owe you, this is not a reason for you to take revenge on the world!" Sun Mengxi said.

"Fight, huh?"

Montaigne said: "Truth, truth, whoever wins the battle will be right!"

"That's right, I comprehended the swordsmanship of the world, and turned it into nine moves, called the Nine Swords of Heaven and Man, and I want to knock on the door of Heaven and Man!

"Cihang!"

A sword stabbed out, like the supreme Buddha stabbed a sword, the speed is not fast, the power is not strong, but it can be accompanied by a sword stabbing out.

Montaigne sensed that time was slowing down.

"No, it's not that time becomes slow, but that this sword contains the power of the mind, which affects my perception, and the world in the five senses becomes slow, so time slows down!"

Buzz!

Suddenly, Li Mu felt that the sword in his hand seemed to be unsheathed, as if he had met the supreme king, as if he was going to surrender.

Ten thousand swords return to the sect.

There are many swordsmanship in the world, and the return of ten thousand swords to the sect is the most difficult to cultivate.

Ten thousand swords return to the sect, there is no mysterious killing moves, no strange killing, there is just a sword out, ten thousand swords surrender, and the coercion of swords.

If I hold the sword, the swords will retreat;

If I forsake the sword, there will be no sword in the world.

"That's right, the Ten Thousand Swords of the Consummation Realm have returned to the Sect!" Li Mu nodded.

Buzz!

The fixed lightsaber that was originally smoothly stabbed seems to have been affected, and the attack speed has become a slight deviation.

Poof!

Originally, the assassination was directed to the neck of the sword, but the assassination was on Montaigne's shoulder, and a bloody wound appeared.

Montaigne's body shook slightly, and suddenly his skin became tough, like cowhide, and he trembled slightly, and his shoulders suddenly became slippery. A sword stabbed in the shoulder, but it only left a bloody wound, and there was no room for it, dodging the killing blow.

Whoa!

Drops of sweat came out of my body, and there seemed to be fear and fear.

Just now, Ten Thousand Swords Gui Zong was shocked, and he dodged the killing blow, but he had already lost one move.

"Dugu!"

Another sword assassinated out, this sword seems to be bland to the extreme, it seems to have the ultimate solitude, like an invincible strong man, standing on the top of the mountain, it seems to be to the extreme, there is no way forward, there is no sky, it seems to be taking a step forward, it is a cliff, it is death.

This sword is ordinary to the extreme.

It's like a person who has just learned sword martial arts and assassinated this sword.

It's a simple single sword, but it's impossible to dodge, it seems that all positions are sealed, and there is no way to dodge, only to resist this sword.

It's like a big mountain, falling from the sky, smashing on a swordsman, in the face of such an attack, no matter how many killing moves, no subtle moves, it becomes useless. All calculations, all wisdom, all plans, etc., are useless, and there is only hard resistance.

Bang!

There is not the slightest skill to speak of, there is no fancy collision together, simple and violent, violent and unbreakable.

Bang!

Montaigne vomited blood in his mouth, and flew out,

The tiger's mouth had been broken, just now it was like a mountain crashing together, the lungs and intestines were severely damaged, the veins were broken, the blood vessels were shattered, and the blood stains on the skin seeped out, as if they had become a bloody person.

"Is this the pinnacle sword?"

Montaigne vomited blood from the corners of his mouth, and a dead gray flashed in his eyes.

Suddenly, Montaigne felt that he had taken the wrong path all these years, and he had been thinking about schemes, trying to calculate this and that, and it seemed to be very successful, and countless people were killed by him, and he called him a good brother before he was killed by the pit. And he is also addicted to this kind of calculation, unable to extricate himself, and seems to be lost in this pleasure of calculating others.

But it ignores the increase in strength.

Buzz!

With this kind of enlightenment, the soul is improving, the realm is climbing, breaking the shackles, taking a small step, and becoming a half-step celestial.

It's just a small step, but it's a change.

Fish have the potential to turn into dragons!

"Breaking through in battle, cultivating for improvement, is the template of the son of luck...... I just don't know if I can survive to the next episode!" Li Mu pondered. What about the son of luck, there are too many sons of luck who died halfway.

To a certain extent, because he stood at the peak, he had the identity of the son of luck, not because of the identity of the son of luck, he stood at the peak.

The Son of Luck is a strange animal, the more oppressive, the more powerful the cultivation will be.

It seems that there is also the law of immortality, and it is difficult to kill a child of luck.

In other words, before the peak moment, the son of luck seems to be immortal.

There are exceptions...... For example, if you encounter a child of luck with more powerful luck, your luck and destiny will be suppressed, and you may die.

Montaigne is a son of luck!

Sun Mengxi, luck is even stronger.

"The third move, return to Tibet!"

Another sword stabbed out, and it seemed that there was gossip in it, and it seemed that the gossip was reversed and turned into nothingness.

Buzz!

Montaigne counterattacked, mastering the sword of demon suppression, like a supreme god of war, slashing with a sword, splitting the sky with a sword, and dividing the eternals.

In this sword, there is already a trace of heavenly and human breath, although it is very weak, less than one thousandth, one ten-thousandth, but it is like a seed, constantly improving this breath, constantly accumulating, and will eventually change from quantitative to qualitative.

However, everything is useless.

Under the sword technique of returning to Tibet, everything is nothingness, everything is ruins, and everything is dissipated.

Poof!

A sword stabbed into Montaigne's heart, stirring slightly, and immediately shattering his heart.

Brush!

Putting away his sword and standing, Sun Mengxi was already a hundred steps away.

"What a beautiful sword, but it's a pity that I can't see ......," Montaigne said, falling to the ground, exhausted.

"He's dead!"

Li Mu asked.

"If you die, your heart will be broken, and you will definitely die, even if it is a celestial!" Sun Mengxi said, "According to intelligence, if a celestial person is crushed in his heart, it will also be a certain death, there is no second possibility!"

If you kill your master, then die!

Is it possible to keep him for the New Year?

The enemy who dies is the best enemy.

"It can't be that the heart is biased!" Li Mu asked.

"It doesn't matter if the heart is long...... Because his heart is broken...... Sun Mengxi said.

Finally, Montaigne is dead!

Even if he is a child of luck, even if he is against the sky, but after death, everything will turn into nothingness.

Looking at the corpse, Li Mu was also silent.

Sun Mengxi ignored these, slapped on the ground with a wave of his hand, a big pit appeared, kicked the body inside, buried the soil, and compacted the ...... It's going to be another good spring coming year!

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