The Divine Martial Stars

Sunrise East.

A round of rising sun rises from the distant horizon. Among the entire Tiandao Mountains, the highest Jianfeng Chaoyang Peak is the first mountain peak that is dyed with bright red luster in the morning sun. It seems to be a blood-stained sword in the early morning. Among the hustle and bustle, it reflects the bright light of the flirtatious.

Beyond the west of Chaoyang Peak, the strongest of the five major sects of the Confucianism, black pressure, like the Kuroshio, are to watch the battle.

And the east of the Chaoyang Peak, there are dozens of people represented by Lu Chuan, to Li Yu.

The two sides of the war have not yet arrived.

But the tense atmosphere has already filled.

The first battle of righteousness and evil in the past few hundred years will determine the trend of the martial arts in the Fengyun Continental, determine the fate of many people, and the personal interests of everyone present, and may even be the life of the family.

Things have reached this level, and all the top executives of the five major Protoss alliances did not think of it at first.

Why are you still not here?

This is the idea of ​​everyone in the camps of both sides of the battle.

A golden sun rises through the clouds of the sky, like a sword, piercing the void, and shining on the small bamboo peak of the Tiandao Zonghou Mountain.

Li Mu, who was sitting on a cliff in a white plate, slowly opened his eyes.

"Master." Fang Mei and Fang Yuan are standing on one side, respectful, deep in the eyes, slightly nervous.

Li Mu smiled and stood up and said: "At noon today, I want to drink the flowers, eat the noodles, and do well in advance."

Fang Mei nodded and said, "Master is assured, you will be satisfied."

The tension in Fang Yuan’s heart also dissipated.

No matter what, Master’s heart, consistent self-confidence, is a good thing.

Eleven years have passed, and the two of them have also changed from the children who were not valued in Tiandao Zong to the Tianjiao in the northern part of the earthquake. Because they were born in Fangjia Village, they are not clan, so they can be counted. It’s a childhood, two little guesses. A year ago, it was already mastered by Master. The two became married and have a deep affection. They can have everything today because they are masters, just like reborn parents.

Even if they are confident in the performance of Master, they are inevitably worried and worried.

Here is care and chaos.

Li Mu looked at the two and smiled.

At this time, in the direction of the rising sun, there was a clear and fierce voice: "Li Zhiyuan, the time has come, not showing up."

......

On the peak of Chaoyang.

The mysterious to high-powered person who was called by the five major sects of the Confucianism called 'Zhen Gu Shuo Jin, Invincible Power', finally appeared, is a middle-aged man who is not surprisingly handsome, round face, not tall and not thin, looks Ordinary to even if you look at him carefully, but as long as you throw into the crowd, you can never find the extent.

This makes the masters of the parties, some disappointed and questioned.

Middle-aged, ordinary, these two words, once linked, completely lost persuasiveness, not as good as a white-haired old man, more convincing.

Under the gaze of countless eyes, this person spoke.

"Li Zhiyuan, time has arrived, still not showing up."

When the sound first heard, I didn’t feel it, but it quickly became like an echo in the sky. It was louder and louder, and more and more loud. In the end, it’s like a thousand gods and goddess whispering a whisper. Everyone has an impulse to kneel down and worship at once.

very scary.

This time, many of the martial arts masters are discolored.

This person is really terrible.

This sound alone is enough to stand out from the past and the present.

The faces of the five major sects of the gods are unpredictable and appear to be excited and expectant.

The face expressions of Lu Chuan and others remain unchanged, but the mind is already secretly worried. When the experts take a shot, they know if there is such a normal middle-aged person with a round face. The strength is unfathomable. I don’t know Li Shidi. he……

call out!

At this moment, a knife was cut out from the gates of Tiandao Zongshan.

This knife is not so fast, not how sharp, like the reflection of the mirror in the air, the sky is like the **** of the gods, the singer of the singer, and disappears instantly.

At the same time, the round-faced middle-aged man standing at the top of the Chaoyang Peak changed his face and his body shape rose to the sky, avoiding this knife light.

The 6180-meter-high Chaoyang Peak was flashed by the knife.

After a little silence, the top 60 meters of the mountain suddenly began to slide down silently and fell into the abyss on both sides. During the whole process, there was not even a piece of gravel and dust, a diagonal of 25 degrees. The cut surface, smooth as a mirror, appears in the eyes of everyone.

The peaks of the entire mountain were all smashed by this knife.

Everyone was stunned and looked incredulously at the scene.

A knife light, smashing half of the mountain.

This is simply a matter of myths and legends. It is not something that the world's warriors can do. Especially, the cut surface is as smooth as a mirror. It shows how fast and mysterious this knife is. Otherwise, Lushan is not a tofu. Do you do this?

Bang!

The 60-meter-high mountain fell to the bottom of a few kilometers of high ground, and the roar and shock of the sounds awakened everyone from sluggishness.

When I look again, a white man is like a snow, a black hair is like a waterfall, and a beautiful man like a jade god, I don’t know when it has stood on the cutting surface of the mountain.

Li Zhiyuan.

[天道修罗] Li Zhiyuan.

He finally appeared.

The hunting mountain peaks blow his white clothes, the clothes are swaying, the black hair is tassels, and the fluttering is like a fairy. It is really a stranger like a jade, the son of the world is unparalleled, and any beautiful words placed on this person are not excessive. It is the people in the five major Shenzong alliances. After seeing Li Zhiyuan’s true body, they are all bright, and they can't help but sigh.

Those who have never seen Li Zhiyuan’s true face before, especially some female warriors, are even more frustrated in their hearts. There is even a kind of man who is like a temperamental man in the world. 'How can such a perfect person be an extraterritorial demon? ', 'Maybe we really yelled at him' and so on, the thoughts came out uncontrollably.

Another contrast, look at the ordinary round-faced middle-aged man who represents the five major gods' alliances, and Li Zhiyuan's comparison with the 'public son's unparalleled'. It is simply a heaven and a ground, which makes people think that this round face is a big villain. same.

The value of the face is justice.

In a lot of spatial planes, there is a certain truth.

A knife is like a world.

The white man Li Zhiyuan.

At this moment, the figure of [Tian Dao Shulu] is firmly imprinted in the hearts of countless martial arts powers in this world, and will never be erased. No matter what the final result of today’s World War I, no one can forget the broken mountain, the white appearance of Li Zhiyuan.

......

"Report it."

Li Mu stood above the 25-degree sloping face, his hands on his body, staring at the round-faced middle-aged man who fell under the slope.

"Old man Song Wei."

The middle-aged man with a round face is open and old-fashioned.

Li Mudao: "Song Song? You are the one who respects it. It can be seen that the air knot of the five roads of the Tiandao Zongshan Mountain is also a bit of a skill, but it is also the price of paying hundreds of thousands of lives. Oh, it’s a means of arrogance. In order to break the line, I deliberately let those innocent warriors kill themselves under the Tiandao Mountain."

Song Wei’s face is unchanged, and he is faintly succinct: “The tongue is like a spring, and it’s the right and wrong. They are the heroes of the continent, and they die in the hands of your evil deities. It’s you who have to pay the price.”

“British heroes?” Li Mu sneered and said: “It’s just a tool that you use. Spreading rumors, provoke disputes, let the souls bleed, and let the sects die. It’s your usual means. When you deal with the East, you deal with me today. Heavenly sects, too, you, and the forces behind you, are just the parasites that are battling and absorbing blood on the mainland."

"The demon confuses the public." Song Yan changed his face and said: "Reversing black and white, playing with right and wrong, [天道修罗] Li Zhiyuan, known as a brilliant wizard, but in my opinion, it is just a long tongue."

Li Mu sneered and said: "I am just, let those idiots who are ruthless, know why they die... Well, without so much nonsense, you are not going to fight me? Let's go."

Song Yi smiled and said: "Well, let me see. Ten years ago, it was famous in the world." Today, today, there is a bit of improvement... Pick me up, [Lei Long Town] !"

His hands are up and down, his palms are facing each other, his lower body is still moving, his upper body is twisted like a dragon, and his palms are swung left and right. A giant aura flows under his feet, and a strange light array emerges. He is shrouded in him, his hands suddenly A quote in the sky.

Bang!

Thunder gathering.

A tens of meters long purple dragon appeared from the sky, swooping down and stalking Li Mu.

"what?"

"God, what is this exercise?"

"Xuanqiu is a dragon?"

The spectators on both sides of Chaoyang Peak were shocked.

Such a scene has already surpassed the scope of martial arts. It is clearly a means of immortality. When a middle-aged man with a round face is shot, it is like a stone-shattering. It transcends everyone's understanding of the martial arts. It is terrible.

It’s not a shock to the ancients, but the battle is unparalleled.

"Glyphs are small."

Li Mu hung a knife in his waist. He didn't even have a knife. He just pressed his right hand on the handle, and a white knife lighted out of the scabbard. He rushed to the sky and slammed into the dragon.

The broache is passing through, and the thunderous dragon is like a quicksand in the wind. It is instantly cut off, dissipated, and the aftermath overflows.

"If you only have these means of bluffing, then my second knife will take your life directly." Li Mu sounds cold, and there is some disappointment in his tone.

"Are you actually in the legendary realm of 'one knife breaking the law?'" Song Yuyuan's face appeared amazed, and immediately laughed: "Ha ha ha, good, great, it is a heavenly demon, finally have a can let I am interested in the opponent, Li Zhiyuan, don't let me down."

He was shaped like a bow, and the whole person was covered with thunder and light, and he was directly turned into a dragon. He was wrapped in a sky of lightning and killed by Li Mu.