The Divine Martial Stars

The sword fights for the glory.

The sky is full of swords and swords.

The figure shuttles like a streamer, constantly flashing.

"So fast."

Li Mu was surprised.

He masters the muscles of the clouds, and has the sword, the time is upright, and in terms of speed, he is never weaker than the human, but this faceless sword is not vaguely still inferior.

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

"When I was in Xianjun, I could fight the Emperor. When I was at the first stage of the Emperor, I could compete with the Emperor Peak. According to the arrival, when the Emperor’s Peak is perfect, it should be able to stabilize and stabilize the Xiansheng. The order is right, it will fall into the wind. It seems that the big gap between Xianhuang and Xiansheng is not as easy to cross as imagined."

Li Mu rethinks while fighting.

Fortunately in his body, the power of Jin Lian Dan and the power of the water of the earth's veins are constantly intertwined with each other, and the endless power of the immortal Tao Yuan is endless. Li Mu is like a perpetual motion machine, without worrying about the truth. The problem of meta-depletion can be continuously output.

Bang!

The sword hits.

The faceless sacred sword is amazed, the magical power is endless, and the expansion is carried out, all of which contain a big murder. Under the law of kendo, the heavens and the earth seem to form an endless sword field, and the air can be transformed into an instant. The sword of the immortal, strong to the extreme.

Li Muru, a dancer who walks on the blade, is constantly flipping over the sword of life and death.

His knives, after the tempering of the copy space of the top ten stone pillars, have reached the point of returning to the truth, and the way of returning to the law. Unlike the previous whistle, it is often a knife, and you can smash the game and smash it. Combat skills.

call out!

The knife flashed.

After the first arrival, the shadow of the sword will be broken.

Li Mu slashed every knife, seemingly not ill, but he can always grab the sword before the endless flash of light and current.

Hey!

The sound of metal symphony like a needle strike is endless.

A layer of visible apertures is constantly spurting out where the swords are struck.

Li Mu’s figure is constantly flashing and retreating.

The anti-shock force that came from the sword and the sword made him half his arm numb, and there was a illusion that the flesh was shattered and the bones were broken.

opposite.

White no-faced fairy sword repair, as if it is a cold, Wannian Xuan Bing, from beginning to end, did not make the slightest sound, there is no mood swing, just keep out the sword, attack.

"The blood knife."

Li Mu is drinking.

A bright red narrow sickle appeared in the right hand of Li Mu.

Double knife.

Double knife flow.

Li Mu left and right hands to hold the knife, frantically parry.

He used one heart and two, distracted into two, the right hand 诛 诛 knife, left hand blood knife, only barely attacked the opponent, completely sealed.

Yes.

Can only be sealed.

At this time of the battle, the white sacred sacred sword repair, a supernatural power and repair, is also motivated to the extreme, the whole person is like a grand silver moon, attack like a silver moon, empty, mercury and diarrhea in general, to the peak of the peak.

Li Mu feels that he is like a small seesaw in the stormy sea, struggling, ups and downs, as if he will be swallowed by hand.

Must go all out.

Any loss of the gods and negligence, the sword in the middle, is the death of the body.

Li Mu's body is scented, and the real element in the body is under intense turbulence. It is like a boiling, constantly erupting, and the whole person is excited by external force and enters a state of incomparable magic. At the same time, the flaws and the omen of the omen were opened, and the peak was reached.

The sword roared.

Li Mu is like an iron billet, and every attack of the white-faced sacred sword is smashed on the knife of Li Mu's left and right hands, just like a hammer, constantly smashing the impurities in the iron billet.

time flies.

I don't know how long it has been.

boom!

A roar.

The white-faced sacred sacred sword repaired with the help of swords and swords, and the figure jumped backwards. In the midair, suddenly there was no sign of a fly ash, as if it was ashes, slowly dissipating.

gone?

died?

Li Mu, who lost his external pressure, slammed back.

He caught the knife, the knife and light broke through the void, landed on the ground, and the sound of the bang, directly on the broken wall, opened a crack of several kilometers long, deep bottomless, faintly black gas, along the way All stone statues, stone walls and buildings are divided into two.

"Wh..."

Li Mu doubled his knees and gasped.

When the battle stopped, Li Mu felt the endless exhaustion sweeping.

The body is sore and swollen, as if a person who has not exercised for a long time suddenly ran a half-horse, almost cumbersome, and the exhaustion of the gods and spirits swept like a flood.

Hey!

The 诛 刀 knife was turned into a hundred and twenty-handle purple gold flying knives, flying around in the void of the surrounding, forming a knife array, time and righteousness, and Li Mu was protected.

Li Mu sat in the void and couldn't wait to start the recovery.

The power of the real yuan in the body is still expanding indefinitely, growing indefinitely, really like the big bang of the universe, growing in infinite growth.

After a while.

Li Mu was completely restored.

All the fatigue and discomfort disappeared.

He grew up, holding a **** knife, looking around and fighting.

Still need to fight.

There is also a need for catharsis.

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

Li Mu is flashing and floating in the air.

call out!

A sword mans, as scheduled.

The white-faced sacred sword repair appeared again, and did not say a word. The sword was out of power and madly attacked Li Mu.

Ding!

Parry, counterattack.

Li Mu slashed his knife.

"Well? Is this true?"

At the moment of fighting, Li Mu felt sharply that the strength of the other side seemed to be... falling?

Before he played against him, he could only passively block the files and passively parry.

No counterattack.

And this moment, the sword, counterattack, the body's instinct in one go.

Flat?

The court resisted.

Li Mu doubled the knife and killed it. It was actually a sacred sword with the white face, and stood a good match.

This battle is like a needle tip to the awning, and the copper pot touches the iron brush.

Chess opponents.

Will encounter good talent.

After a full fragrant time, Li Mu determined one thing.

Not the opponent has weakened.

But I am stronger.

From the first time he was beaten by the white-faced sacred sword, and now it is hard and regretful, and it does not fall into the wind. Such changes have made Li Mu’s heart faintly excited.

He can fight against the fairy.

Although this white dress has no face, it is probably only the first step of Xiansheng.

However, his strength is a real improvement.

Can fight the fairy.

This strength is enough to be proud.

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

Terrible progress.

If it is spread out, it will be enough to let those peaks and emperors and half-step sages all have psychological distortions.

But Li Mu, who calmed down, had another very strange thing.

He is not promoted.

His realm still maintains the great conclusion of the Emperor's Peak.

Compared with the time when I entered this space copy, there is no slight improvement.

"Strange."

Li Mu was amazed.

There is no improvement in the realm, and the growth of the combat power comes from the flesh? experience? Knife method? And fighting awareness?

He carefully understood and kept watching.

call out!

A knife is thrown out.

boom!

The white-faced sacred sword was repaired in the middle of the air, and even the man with the sword was extremely smashed by this knife.

This time, Li Mu was able to accept the knife.

There is no joy on his face.

"In the last moment of the knife, the opponent seems to suddenly weaken. It seems to be the power in the body. It disappeared in an instant. Is it... exhausted?"

Li Mu will be suspicious.

He seems to be living a sacred sword, to kill it?

In this way, when the first fight, the white-faced sacred sword repair suddenly turned into a fly ash, not a good heart, but because it was consumed?

This time, too?

Li Mu is somewhat clear.

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

It’s like the ancient battlefields in the previous ten pillar spaces. Those who are crazy and killed are killed by Li Mu, and they want to go back to trial. They will still appear. In this space, there is only a white faceless fairy. Jian Xiu sits alone in the town.

This person is the boss of this trial space.

Li Mo was brushed twice in a row.

But it should be a condition that a certain copy of the Raiders has not yet been reached, so he will continue to appear repeatedly after disappearing.

"Maybe, if you really want to pass the customs, you must kill the white sacred sacred sword in the frontal battle, instead of killing it after a burst of energy?"

Li Mu thinks thoughtfully.

He stood in the air and adjusted his interest to recover.

The power of the real yuan in the body is still increasing frantically, and the source is endless.

After about a musk time.

In the void, the fairy light flashed.

The white-faced sacred sword repair has reappeared.

"It seems that I have to brush the boss again... kill!"

Li Mu took the initiative to swing the knife.

......

......

Unexpectedly, I looked at the oriental night blade with some surprise.

The taste of soaking in the bitter spring is enough to make some of the elites of the immortal level crazy.

That kind of pain, as long as it has been experienced once, no one will ever want to try it a second time.

Everyone is suffering.

Soaked in bitterness, life is better than death.

I don’t want to feel that I am a person who lives from the heart, and my heart is filled with the obsession of revenge for the town’s Xianta. I can endure all suffering. He can accept it at any cost, so he can bear it. The torture of the water of the bitter spring.

But what about the Oriental Blade?

What is his obsession?

Why do you want to immerse yourself in the bitter springs of this lord who is in charge of the power of Xiansheng in Xianshengzhou?

I have no desire to soak in the bitter spring for eleven days. I have reached the limit of endurance. I have to walk out of the bitter spring water, but at the same time he enters the oriental night blade of the bitter spring, but at this time, I still immerse the whole person. In the bitter spring water, it doesn't move as if it is dead.

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