The Immortal Sword is the second sharpest sword in this world, and it is more powerful than many magic weapons in the world, to some extent, this is a quasi-holy weapon, except for the saint's magic weapon, I am afraid that no other magic weapon can resist.

Not to mention victory.

Mr. Mu's previous picture scroll was of good grade, and it was also a very good magic weapon, but when facing the Immortal Sword, it was still vulnerable, and it was lightly pierced by the Immortal Sword.

There isn't even a way to do it.

There are really not many monks in this world who can have such cultivation as Mr. Mu, and there are not many magic weapons that can have such a good picture scroll.

The Xunxian Sword and the spear intersected, and a burst of sparks splashed down, and they did not go out after falling to the ground, and the sparks all over the ground looked really spectacular, and Chen Tianen stood in the distance, frowning all the time, not paying attention to the situation here.

The fire man is Mr. Mu's secret method, and there is no real power in the Spring and Autumn Realm, in front of the Immortal Sword, it seems that it will not last long, and it seems that it will be defeated in the next moment.

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The Immortal Sword traveled through the body of the fire man, and countless sword qi were sprinkled, making it troublesome for the fire man to deal with.

The two swords of Sword Nineteen and Cao Wanqing had already left a lot of wounds on Mr. Mu's body, making Mr. Mu look very miserable, but this academy monk had no expression, he just looked at Li Fuyao with a strange light in his eyes.

Li Fuyao pressed the green silk, looked at Mr. Mu, and said sorry.

"You and I are standing on both sides of the riverbank, we are not all the way, you want to kill me, I want to kill you, it is understandable, don't be sorry, but I never thought that you could kill me so easily. ”

Mr. Mu looked at him with a little sigh, he looked at Li Fuyao, as if he was looking at a junior he admired very much, and his eyes were full of warmth.

"You have a fairy sword, you have so many swords, and you have taken a path that others can't think of, but I heard that the way of the sword, you still have to have a sword in hand, heaven and earth can go, you have so many swords, how is your state of mind?"

Mr. Mu looked at Li Fuyao and asked.

Li Fuyao was silent for a moment, and then said: "All kinds of swords in the world have the same end, and Mr. Lao Mu is not worried. ”

Mr. Mu smiled, "Now like the most brilliant young swordsman today, it is nothing more than to choose one of you Li Fuyao and Wu Shanhe, Wu Shanhe is already the head of the Sword Mountain, and his mood is already different, he can be said to be a character who has already stood on the mountain peak, what about you, with such a sword, and even a fairy sword among them, compared to your senior brother, do you dare to say that you can win now?"

Li Fuyao listened to these words, and didn't say much, but still didn't say a word that Mr. Lao was worried about.

Just as he was chatting with Mr. Mu, the Immortal Seeking Sword had already penetrated the fire man, and after slaying him, it swept through the air, and now it was hovering in front of Li Fuyao, exuding sword aura.

The fairy sword full of cracks on this sword exudes a fierce sword aura in this house, and even flashes with white light, after those lights converge into a fire man, and then are pierced by the sword of the fairy sword, the fire man is gone, and the lights are naturally gone, in the dark, the fairy sword is the only light.

Mr. Mu looked at the Xunxian Sword and said calmly: "Back then, a character like Xin Jianxian had to honestly accept the baptism of heaven and earth before he could leave the world, so it seems that a sword immortal like Chao Qingqiu is the biggest outlier in the past six thousand years, and he is enough to leave the world, but he is unwilling to leave, but he has to do something like a sword to open the sky, you swordsmen, you don't have any reverence for heaven and earth, and today's fate can be regarded as retribution." ”

After saying these words, Mr. Mu straightened up, looked at Li Fuyao very seriously, and asked, "What are you waiting for?"

Q: So, what are you waiting for?

Why didn't you kill me?

Sometimes, some straightforward words actually sound good.

Li Fu shook his hand and pressed the green silk, and those sword qi were entrenched around him, like wisps of green silk, and like small snakes, anyway, these sword qi looked extremely dangerous.

Li Fuyao was wrapped in sword qi, and his black hair was windless.

Everyone doesn't want to die, and so does Mr. Mu.

The monks were very desperate for their lives, and it was difficult to say that they would let the other party kill them.

So Li Fuyao was extremely cautious.

Around him, Sword Nineteen trembled slightly, but the grass was gradually green but was "silent" but after a pause, the Immortal Sword swept out without receiving any instructions.

According to the sharpness of the Xunxian Sword, this Xianjian had already arrived in front of Mr. Mu in just a moment, Li Fuyao originally thought that Mr. Mu would make a move, but he didn't expect that Mr. Mu just watched Xunxian pass through his chest.

The sword passed through the heart, bringing up a wisp of blood, but there was a blood line connecting the immortal seeking sword, like a rope, holding this extremely strong immortal sword.

There was blood flowing from the corner of Mr. Mu's mouth, but after a while, he still smiled and said, "Look at your sword, is it really your sword?"

Li Fuyao frowned and said nothing, the Immortal Sword is the eternal Xin Sword Immortal sword, that Xin Sword Immortal is an invincible figure in the world, a peerless Sword Immortal, but this Sword Immortal, the person he has killed in his life, I am afraid that there will not be a few, this Immortal Sword has drunk the blood of I don't know how many big demons, and I don't know how many saints' flesh and blood have been contaminated, and the killing intent is stronger than the sword intent.

Li Fuyao had already felt this when he first surrendered this sword, but he never thought that when this immortal sword was first taken out to kill, the thing he was most worried about had already appeared.

This fairy sword may really not be something he can control.

At least, for now, there should be such a trend.

Mr. Mu's vitality began to fade, but the blood line was still there.

One end of the blood line was the Immortal Sword, and the other end, somehow, floated out of Mr. Mu's body and disappeared into the darkness.

No trace is missing.

Li Fuyao looked at the dark night, thought of many things, and felt very uneasy.

Under that bridge, the old sword cultivator was holding the wine jar and singing a ballad that he and the child knew, not noticing that there was a blood line through the bridge hole, to the distance, to somewhere.

And in the house, the old man standing in the dark night suddenly burst into tears and cried.

But Li Fuyao felt a chill.

Between heaven and earth, in this small garden city, snow began to fall.

When a snowflake fell into the river, the surface of the river froze, and countless blood gases filled the river, and it was supposed that the swimming fish died in the river.

Between heaven and earth, there is a vast coercion coming!