The Divine Martial Stars

A few people came to the camp outside Li Mu, and they saw that the old master and other grandfathers were confronting a middle-aged man wearing a Ming Sword.

On the shoulders of the old king's head, the military uniform was cut open, and the shoulder was wounded with a sword. It was deep in the bones and there was blood flowing out.

The middle-aged man in the swordsman robe, the tiger's mouth holding the sword, there is a faint overflow of blood.

"Lee God of War?" The middle-aged man looked at Li Mu, and there was a lot of sarcasm in his eyes. "I am on behalf of the Five Sacred Gods League to post a post. It is best for you to let these old dogs, all rules, don't move." Grumpy mouth, otherwise, if you get rid of the dog's paw, then you can't betray someone else."

The arrogance arrogant, smashed to the extreme.

On the one hand, Song Changlin, Wang Menghu and others are secretly complaining.

These dozens of days, they are at an absolute disadvantage on the Xuantian Mountain, and they have been swallowing their voices.

Li Mu did not pay attention to the provocation of this middle-aged swordsman for the first time.

His first concern was the injury of the old man.

Fortunately, the injury of the head of the head of the old king, healed at the speed visible to the naked eye. In the blink of an eye, the muscles healed, leaving only a red mark. It seems that the old man’s stick is not the physical force. The tyrannical is so simple.

The old gods stick to bring the dozens of grandfathers to the Qinling Mountains, and it is by no means untargeted.

Li Mu put down his heart and looked at the middle-aged swordsman who was so arrogant and arrogant.

In the Lushan world, the three forces of the two mountains and one pavilion, the top-ranking powerhouses, all under the leadership of the Mingxin Jianzong’s head and the sword, came to the Qinling Mountains to prepare for the battle for the ancient gates. This middle-aged swordsman must be one of the top ones.

Sure enough, it was a madness with a strong Ming Sword.

"How, Li Zhan Shen, huh, huh, dare not go, give a sentence." Middle-aged swordsman sword Li Mu did not answer, a little impatient, looking up, sneer.

Li Mu’s hand is a slap.

Snapped!

The middle-aged swordsman only felt that the eyes were a flower, and then the pain in the left half of the face came, and the body could not help but turn like a gyro, and it could not stop at the same place.

He squatted directly.

"This slap is to teach you to respect the old and love the young."

Li Mu finished playing, Shen Sheng.

The middle-aged swordsman was barely stopped.

His left face is already swollen and not adult, his face is broken, and the upper and lower teeth on the left are also broken. Not only that, but the body is already numb, and a kendo is repaired. However, he did not see clearly, just how Li Mu shot.

"You..." Looking at Li Mu’s eyes, the middle-aged swordsman was angry and could not spit out half a word.

This slap has already let him know the huge power gap between himself and Li Mu.

Li Mudao: "Go back and tell the old man of the sword. After an hour, I will perform the contract and go to the Sword Square."

The middle-aged swordsman glanced at Li Mu and glanced at it. When he turned and stepped, his eyes were full of sinister colors. What he thought was that after the plan of the Sword Square was carried out, Li Mu was stunned. .

Li Mu suddenly said: "Wait."

The middle-aged swordsman has a stiff body.

"What?" He looked back at Li Mu.

Li Mudao: "After coming to my Chinese camp, after the triumphant martial arts, just left?"

"You... what do you mean?" The middle-aged swordsman was angry.

Li Mudao: "Which hand you hold the sword and hurt our people, you will leave your hand."

The middle-aged swordsman was shocked and then angry, saying: "Li Mu, don't be too much."

Li Mudao: "Leave your hand, or keep your life, you choose. Three seconds, the opportunity is only once."

The middle-aged swordsman’s heart raised a chill that could not be contained. There were also some regrets. I knew that Li Mu was so overbearing. I shouldn’t have been too provocative, but now, is it really a hand?

There is not much wave of eyes on the ancient well of Li Mu, and he is still afraid.

Grit your teeth and pull the sword.

brush.

The cold flashed.

The right hand of the sword before fell to the ground.

He has a sword in his left hand and his face is pale. He said, "Here, are you satisfied?"

Li Mudao: "I am not particularly satisfied, but I have never been very proud of it. Take your dirty hands and roll it. It is not an example."

The middle-aged swordsman picked up his broken hand and stared at Li Mu with a gaze. "My name is called Qiu Jiu, you remember, it is best not to forget." The tone is fabulous and the face is stunned.

"Further say a word, you should not leave today." Li Mudao.

The middle-aged swordsman immediately shut up, and he did not dare to say a word, but hate and leave.

"What a cat is a dog, dare to scream."

Li Mu looked at the back of the middle-aged swordsman, and the depths of his eyes were already flowing.

These ancient monks, arrogant, do not hurt, will not long remember.

It must be awkward.

"Wang, what do you mean by this?" The stupid dog Husky, who had just disappeared, did not know where to drill it. He was very dissatisfied when he heard Li Mu’s words: "You said that even if you are a cat, why should you bring it? Dog, is there any opinion on our dog?"

"Go."

Li Mu lazy to manage the idiot of this IQ two hundred and five.

"Shepherd, are you really going to talk about the sword square?"

Song Changlin looked a little worried.

"Now than in the past, I heard that the world's strongest practitioners have gathered on the Xuantian Mountain. Many of the strongmen who came out of the famous mountains and Wang Yangzhong, such as the Four Seas Dragon King, the King of the Deep Sea Godzilla, and The gods of Europe and the United States have come. They have formed a coalition of interests. You have gone, and there are so many evils."

The old man named Ouyang Fu also said: "Dr. Song is justified. The ancient monks who came out of the famous mountains and rivers are very repulsive to the secular world. They regard us as ants, killing at will, I heard that some ancient monks practiced. Demon martial arts, send people to the mortal world, catch children and boys, take blood and practice..."

In fact, at this time, the two people are very excited.

When Li Mu didn't come, they swallowed their voices and could be said to have suffered aggrieved.

When Li Mu came, he let the monk of Mingxin Jianzong bow his head and admit his mistake. He injected a shot of invigoration into the entire military camp.

But nowadays the form changes, it is really no more than before, those ‘the gods’ are born, can Li Mu still turn the tide like the same one? In fact, they did not have much confidence in their hearts, and they also care about the safety of Li Mu.

"If this is the case, then I will go even more."

Li Mu’s idea has been fixed.

"Stupid dog, you stay at the camp to see the house."

Li Mu also said to other people: "I will be around the camp, and I will release the law, Grandpa Zhang. You will cooperate with Mr. Ouyang to protect the camp. All of you will stay and protect Dr. Song and collect research data."

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"There is no such thing."

The old man of the sword almost fell the cup in his hand.

"This Li Mu, deceiving people is too much."

As the first ally of the Wuyue God League, the old man of the sword has a kind of 'spring breeze and horseshoe disease, one day to see Changanhua's comfort, so even if his own old wolf mountain world was copied, it still stays in Xuan Tianshan, sit on the Diaoyutai.

But after listening to the return of Qiu Jiujiao and vinegar, he really couldn't help it.

In the long years of cultivation, who dares to rebel against him?

Everything that happened in the Lushan world, he vaguely knows something. Li has long been regarded as a stab in the eyes, but for the big things, there is no time and effort to pay attention to this mortal little person. I did not expect to go to the Qinling Mountains. Still so arrogant.

Qiu has broken his hand for a long time, and the sword old man does not care.

What he cares about is that he was beaten as the face of the first ally of the Five Sacred Gods.

"Go, go to the sword square."

He waved his hand and took his men to rush to the Sword Square.

After a few steps, the old man suddenly remembered something, and told a few confidants around him: "Other things, according to the original plan, in addition, give me the news of Li Mulai on the sword square, let go."

"Follow."

On the central point of Xuan Tianshan, the Jianfang Square is also directly below the core position of the Gate of the Ancients.

An open space that has been smashed by the great supernatural powers, the white ground is as smooth as a mirror, and it is as strong as a gold and iron. The area is about 100 acres. The surrounding area is a rocky platform with a seat. The height is different. It is like an ancient Roman beast. On the field, there are occasional dark black spots on the white ground, irregular traces, which are stained by the blood of the dead strong.

On the Sword Square is a relatively Chinese style, in the middle of Western European and American forces, there are other names here.

I don't know from which day, this open space is regarded as a venue for dispute resolution between different forces and practitioners. In the shortest time, the customary swords are used in competition, and various rules are derived and adhered to.

Even in places where there is confusion, there are certain rules and orders.

Li Mu is wearing a white Li Ning sportswear and sneakers. Like a college student traveling in the mountains, he is not slow or slow. When he comes to the Sword Square, he just goes to Qiujiu for a whole hour. .

Standing at the entrance, Li Mu saw not only on the stone platform around Jiansi Square, but also filled with all kinds of people, even behind his butt, he also followed a large group of people.

Here is the world of practitioners.

The monks who can appear on the Xuantian Mountain, each one is a master.

It seems that time has passed and it has returned to the days of the Tianhu family.

This is the cultivation world of the earth.

Li Mu saw all kinds of monks and races, old and young, male and female, handsome and ugly, ethnic, and demon, and all kinds of strange creatures, different clothes, different skin colors, sitting On the stone platform around the square, like a giant panda, it looks to him.

He also saw two ‘acquaintances’—the sect of the pure yang, the invincible priest, and the aura of the little boy around him, on the first level, toward himself.

"You are Li Mu, it really is a hero."

The old man's face has the same smile as the spring breeze, and he speaks far away.

He stood on the stone steps of the second level in the east, and a large group of people behind him were masters of the Five Sacred God League.

Li Mu slowly walked into the Sword Square, and he was not in a hurry. One person stood in the center, his posture was calm, his expression was calm, and he looked at the old man of the sword. He said: "There is no need to say too much in the hypocritical scene. It is better to see the mountain." One point, look for me in the next post, what do you want to end up?"