The Divine Martial Stars

In the eyes of Li Mu, the killing is like a swirl of sea water.

"Stop and let him come back."

Li Mu is a word of authenticity.

The God of War leaves the wild wave for Li Mu's offense, and did not move in the slightest, faintly said: "There are no one who can climb the stage of the fairy tales."

"I said let him down."

Li Mu opened his mouth again.

Like the cold ice, it flows through the entire temple.

The killing is like a blade, and it is almost like a wild wave.

The leaf mad wave slowly stood up and turned to stare at Li Mu, saying: "I can understand you, are you threatening me?"

Li Mu did not back down, word by word: "I don't understand, I am threatening you."

Between the leaves and the brows of the eyebrows, a touch of sharpness flickered, and then suddenly a smile appeared on his face. "You threaten me without any meaning. The number of candidates is determined by the seven forces, and once the name is Written on the fairy scroll, or if you win the battlefield into the ancient battlefield, or if you are a cross-legged platform, there is no other way out."

He pointed to himself and said: "Even if it is me, if you are on the ring, you will never come down."

"So, no matter how you threaten me, there is no objection. Now, you can only rely on himself."

The God of War leaves the wild wave summed up.

Li Mu stared at the leaves of the wild waves, his eyes as sharp as the blade.

In the end, he turned and went back.

"You better pray that Wu will not have an accident."

Li Mu’s voice made the temperature in the entire temple seem like a thousand-year-old ice cave.

The leaves of the wild waves looked at the back of Li Mu, and there was a hint of fineness in the throat. Nothing was said.

A coward who is destined to die, there is no need to spend more time with him.

On the stage.

boom!

The battle has started.

Wu Yue’s opponent is a middle-aged red-faced Taoist priest with three long beards under his jaw. He holds a pair of black and white yin and yang double-stranded swords in his hand. He has a black ghost face and a long scorpion on his head, which gives off a terrible demon atmosphere. It is obviously this black ghost face. Among the long shackles, the terrible demon is imprisoned.

From the beginning of the battle, Wu Yue was at a disadvantage.

He ducked around and dwarfed.

Wu Yue once even sword, and later repaired the knife.

Left and right sword.

In terms of weapons, both sides are both hands-on weapons.

But the middle-aged red-faced Taoist people have black ghost faces and help each other, urging the curse, which rushes out a thick black ink-like fog group, which falls on the ground and turns into a fierce and violent wild animal, four meters high, like The lion, swallowing poisonous mist, rushed straight over.

"This magical power is just like cheating."

"Two hits."

"The fairy named Wu Yue is finished."

"It's a bad luck."

Among the different temples, different voices sounded.

The outcome is at this moment, as if it has been determined in advance.

On the stage.

"Ying Ying, I am sorry."

"I can't let the adults down, even if it's such a battle... Even if I die, the adults will take care of your mother and son."

Wu Yue thought in his heart that the war was getting higher and higher.

He came to Wanxiangfudi about ten days ago.

The people who brought him here are the people of the temples.

They told him that Li Mu needed help and needed help in the battle of Wan Xianfu.

Therefore, Wu Yue took down his newly born son and married his wife. He came to the place of the supreme power of the immortal world. The nature of the heavens and the various cultivation secrets of Wanxianfudi made his heart move, but he really made him go forward without complaints. Regret is that he can play for Li Mu.

Even the immortals of the temples have clearly told him that they have boarded such a platform, or they have either entered the battlefield of Xiangu and never returned, or they died in the ring, and he has nothing to do.

fear.

After the ‘cultivation cultivation’ of the temples, his cultivation was quickly promoted to the peak of Xianjun.

"This is probably the last chance I have worked for an adult."

Wu Yue is fighting and he is in a state of turmoil.

boom!

He was bombarded.

The figure is landing, and the feet draw a shallow trace on the ground.

The swords intersect and cross the chest.

"If that's the case, what are you hesitating?"

He smiled.

boom!

The blazing flame suddenly broke out of his body without warning.

That is a powerful and majestic force.

The phantom of the sword is illusory on the chest, hundreds of meters long.

"With a knife and 30,000 miles, a sword is cold and cold, three thousand government... swords are unparalleled!"

In the crowded platform, Wu Yue issued his own roar for the first time.

call out!

The sword and the sword are shining.

Streaming and flying, dazzling, the brilliance of that moment, obscuring the glory of the sun and the moon.

Hey!

The sword and the sword will break the flame and ignite.

"Oh...hey."

The savage beasts are fierce, and the screams of screams are screaming, and the mist of ink is as if it is ashes.

"what?"

The red-faced middle-aged man was shocked.

My own sneaky, is nothing, is it smashed by this sword?

But before he could wait for any reaction, it was the brilliance of the sword.

puff!

A red-faced head flies up.

The neck of the corpse is like a fountain, with a bleed arrow, six or seven meters.

Light and shadow interlaced.

Wu Yue’s figure is set at 10 meters behind the middle-aged red-faced Taoist.

"what?"

"What is going on...that...what was the magical warfare technique?"

"The light of the sword is terrible."

The strongest of the major halls that had been determined by Wu Yue to be sure of death, all of this moment was shocked.

It's incredible.

The outcome was reversed in an instant.

Life and death are reversed in a flash.

The expression of Li Mu’s face finally stretched out.

But immediately became a doubtful color.

What is the magical warfare?

It is not a practice that he taught to Wu Yue.

The glory of the sword and the sword, the power of that moment, made Li Mu feel dazzling.

That is definitely a trick that is hard to parry.

Unless it is completely crushed on the realm.

However, with Wu Yue’s cultivation, this trick was rushed to a middle-aged red-faced Taoist who was able to kill the power on his own. It should have paid a small price.

Li Mu’s eyes have always been fixed on Wu Yue’s body.

Sure enough, he found Wu Yue's face, some abnormal pale.

The next moment, the silver streamer fell, and Wu Yue picked up and pulled to the waiting area in the distance.

Another battle, with the voice of two strong men, was taken to the stage of Xiangu.

These two strong men are not the people Li Mu knows, and the cultivation within the realm of the Emperor.

About half an hour after the battle, a purple sword singer who played in the town of Xiange won the battle. After paying the price of the broken arm, he killed a fairy representing the temple and successfully entered the waiting area.

At this time, everyone's heart was raised again.

In the first two games of the second round of the three wars, the town of Xianxiang and the temples of the gods won and lost, which means that this third battle is of great significance.

Li Mu’s heart is also a bit nervous.

He is worried about Wu Yue.

If the third temple is lost, then Wu Yue’s ending will only die.

Hey!

Xiangu Long Volume soon announced the true face of the two strong players in the third game.

These two people, Li Mu are no strangers.

On behalf of the town of Xianta, it was the Black Emperor, who participated in the smashing of the demon squad, and now the cultivation has been forcibly elevated to the peak of the Emperor, and one foot is quickly entering the Xiansheng.

The ones who represent the temples are the mid-stream pillars of the demon kings.

Li Mu frowned slightly.

Then I heard the snoring of the little demon ancestors: "What happened, how did the nine-tailed seniors... how would they appear on the ring?"

Obviously, Xiao Yaozu did not know about this matter.

The **** of war leaves mad [.] the wave is sitting in front, motionless, and there is no plan to explain.

Xiao Yaozu's face is very bad.

The tone is also welcome.

But obviously, in the mind of the **** of war, his weight is far less than that of Li Mu, so he is too lazy to explain.

boom!

With the disappearance of the blue barrier on the ring, the nine-tailed king and the black celestial battles were together.

These two people can be said that they are not at home. When the Si Ming Mountain Range was defeated, the black day Xianzun shot and killed countless demon repairs. It was said that the first blood was heavily in debt, and the nine-tailed king was a member of the demon, and he would not want to Black Japanese immortal bed skin meat, today's enemies meet each other, especially the beginning of the most tragic killing.

Nine foxtails, like a nine-way dragon, swept through the shackles and strangled the past.

Black Day Xianzun directly sacrificed the magical powers, and a round of black days was suspended in the void. The sun protection body has a kind of imposing manner, and it firmly resists the foxtail.

"Hey!"

The nine-tailed king directly showed the truth, turned into a cyan giant nine-tailed fox, almost occupied the entire platform, with claws and teeth, with the tail, launched a crazy attack on the black fairy.

He took a mouth and swallowed the black day directly into his mouth.

"Oh, pick up the animals, you are looking for death."

Black Japanese fairy laughs and spurs magical powers.

"what……"

The nine-tailed king's intestines were broken, and the black day was stained with blood and flew out from his abdomen.

The huge demon fox figure has shrunk sharply.

Eventually, it turned into a human figure, standing on the platform with a swaying, a blood hole in the abdomen, pale complexion, a sudden decline in breath, gnashing at the black celestial sacred, spurting a black blood, and finally did not say a word. , fell directly to the ground and died.

The outcome is broken in an incredibly short time.

Li Mu’s face suddenly became cold.

The most worrying thing happened.

This third battle was the loss of the temples.

This means that in the final round of the three rounds of the battle, Wu Yue will have to face the two people, Ziyi Jianxian and Black Day Xianzun. Any one of these two people will even have a broken arm. Jian Xian is not able to resist Wu Yue.

Because it is a big realm.

Li Mu really can't think of it, Wu Yue still has the possibility of living.

The anxiety and roar in his heart will almost erupt in an instant.

If Wu Yue’s battle can be explained by coincidence, then after the emergence of the nine-tailed king, Li Mu deeply understands that this is definitely a conspiracy of the temples, a calculation.

Li Mu can be sure that the Oriental Night Blade does not know this thing.

Otherwise, the last time in the Taoyuan Conference, the Oriental Night Blade will explain.

Li Mu’s gaze fell on the ring.

How to do?

How can I save Wu Yue?

There is one more, maybe it will be late, everyone will go to bed early, get up early tomorrow.