1367. Realm, Combat Power
Swords clash.
The sky is filled with flashes of swords and shadows.
The figures shuttled back and forth, like streams of light, constantly flashing.
"So fast."
Li Mu was surprised.
He mastered somersault clouds, had sword control skills, and was blessed by the secret of time. In terms of speed, he was never weaker than others, but compared to the faceless immortal holy sword cultivator in front of him, he was still slightly inferior.
Not only that, even the power that he was always proud of was suppressed.
"When I was in the Immortal Lord, I could fight against the Immortal Emperor. When I was in the initial stage of the Immortal Emperor, I could compete with the Immortal Emperor at the peak. According to the time when I reach the peak of the Immortal Emperor, I should be able to steadily suppress the Immortal Saint in the early stage. If you are of the right level, you will actually fall into a disadvantage. It seems that the great gap between the Immortal Emperor and the Immortal Saint is not as easy to cross as imagined."
While fighting, Li Mu reflected in his heart.
Fortunately, in his body, the power of the Golden Lotus Pill and the power of the earth's water are constantly intertwined with each other, deriving endless power of immortal true energy. It is endless. Li Mu is like a perpetual motion machine, not worrying at all about the truth. The problem of element exhaustion can continue to be output.
Boom boom!
Swords clash.
The sword skills of the Faceless Immortal Holy Sword are astonishing. Their magical powers are endless. When used, they all contain great murderous intent. Under the operation of the laws of swordsmanship, an endless sword realm seems to be formed between heaven and earth. A wisp of air can instantly turn into a slash. The Immortal Sword is extremely powerful.
Li Mu is like a dancer walking on the blade, constantly turning over the sword of life and death.
His sword technique, after being tempered by the copy space of the ten stone pillars in front, has returned to its original nature, and all methods have been unified. It is different from the previous fancy ones. It can often be used to explore the gameplay and chop into thousands of pieces with just one strike of the knife. Combat skills.
call out!
The sword flashed.
The last one arrived first and chopped up the sword shadows all over the sky.
Every time Li Mu swung his sword, he seemed to be slow and slow, but he could always get in front of the endless lightning-like sword shadow and protect himself.
Ding ding ding!
The sound of metal clashing, as subtle as the collision of needles, was continuous.
Layers of rings visible to the naked eye continued to burst out where the swords struck each other.
Li Mu's figure kept flickering and retreating.
The force of the counter-shock when the swords struck each other made half of his arms numb, and he had the illusion that his skin and flesh were shattered and his muscles and bones were shattered.
opposite.
The Faceless Immortal Saint Sword Cultivator in white was like an indifferent piece of ten thousand years of mysterious ice. From the beginning to the end, he never made the slightest sound, nor did he have any mood swings. He just kept drawing out his sword and attacking.
"The Blood-Transforming Divine Sword."
Li Mu shouted.
A bright red long and narrow chopping knife appeared in Li Mu's right hand.
Double sword.
Double sword flow.
Li Mu held knives in his left and right hands and parried frantically.
He was doing two things at once, splitting his mind into two parts: the Immortal Killing Sword in his right hand and the Blood-Transforming Magic Sword in his left hand, and he managed to completely block the opponent's attack.
Yes.
It can only be sealed.
At this point in the battle, the white-clothed faceless immortal holy sword cultivator's magical powers and cultivation were obviously pushed to the extreme. His whole body was like a grand silver moon, and his attacks were like a silver moon emptied into the sky and mercury pouring down the ground, reaching its peak.
Li Mu felt like a small sampan on a stormy sea, struggling, rising and falling, as if he would be swallowed up at any moment.
Must go all out.
Any loss of concentration or negligence will be fatal with one strike from the sword.
Li Mu's whole body was steaming with immortal energy, and the true energy in his body was boiling under the violent agitation, constantly erupting and venting. Under the stimulation of external forces, his whole person entered an extremely magical state. Between his eyebrows, The Eye of Flaw and the Eye of Omen were opened at the same time, reaching their peak.
The sword roared.
Li Mu was like a piece of iron, and every attack from the white-clothed Faceless Immortal Holy Sword Cultivator hit the swords in Li Mu's left and right hands like a hammer, hammering out the impurities in the iron piece.
time flies.
I don’t know how long it took.
boom!
There was a roar.
The Faceless Immortal Saint Sword Cultivator in white used the power of the intersection of swords to jump back. In mid-air, he suddenly turned into a piece of flying ash without any warning, and slowly dissipated like ashes.
gone?
died?
Li Mu, who lost the external pressure, suddenly came back to his senses.
He couldn't retract the sword in time. The light of the sword broke through the void and fell to the ground. With a roar, a crack thousands of meters long was opened directly on the ruined earth. It was bottomless and filled with faint black gas. , all the stone statues, stone walls and buildings were divided into two.
"Huhu..."
Li Mu leaned on the ground with both knives and gasped for air.
As soon as the fighting stopped, Li Mu felt endless exhaustion sweeping over him.
The body was sore, numb, and swollen, as if someone who hadn't exercised for a long time suddenly ran a half-marathon. He was almost paralyzed by exhaustion, and the exhaustion of his soul and spirit swept over him like a tide.
Whoosh!
The Zhuxian Sword turned into one hundred and twenty purple-gold flying knives, flying and circling in the surrounding void, forming a sword array, and the secret flow of time protected Li Mu within it.
Li Mu sat cross-legged in the void and couldn't wait to start adjusting his breath and recovering.
The power of true energy in the body is still expanding and growing infinitely. It is really like the Big Bang of the universe, extending and growing infinitely.
After a while.
Li Mu completely recovered.
All fatigue and discomfort disappeared.
He stood up, holding the Blood-Transforming Divine Sword in his hand, and looked around with fighting intent.
Still need to fight.
There is still a need for catharsis.
One hundred and twenty flying knives flew back, landed in his right hand, and turned into a long sword to kill the immortal.
Li Mu's figure flickered and floated high in the sky.
call out!
A sword light arrived as expected.
The faceless swordsman in white clothes appeared again. Without saying a word, his sword shot out like lightning and he attacked Li Mu crazily.
Ding!
Parry, counterattack.
Li Mu waved his sword to meet him.
"Huh? Is this true?"
At the moment of the fight, Li Mu keenly felt that the opponent's strength seemed to have... declined?
In previous fights, he could only passively block and parry.
There is no way to fight back.
And at this moment, sealing the sword, counterattacking, the body's instinct came into effect in one go.
A tie?
Fight against each other.
Li Mu attacked with two swords, and he was on a par with the white-clothed Faceless Immortal Holy Sword Cultivator.
This battle was like the tip of a needle against a awn of wheat, or a copper pot touching an iron brush.
You meet your opponent in chess.
You will meet good talents.
After a full moment of burning incense, Li Mu determined one thing.
It’s not that the opponent has become weaker.
But he became stronger.
From being suppressed by the Faceless Immortal Saint Sword Cultivator in white in the first fight, to now facing a tough opponent and not losing at all, this change made Li Mu feel faintly excited.
He can fight against the Immortal Saint.
Although this faceless immortal saint in white clothes is probably only the first level of immortal saint.
However, his strength has truly improved.
Can fight against the Immortal Saint.
Such strength is enough to be proud of.
From being suppressed to being equally matched, it only took Li Mu less than a day.
Terrible progress.
If word spread, it would be enough to make those peak immortal emperors and half-step immortal saints jealous to the point of psychological distortion.
But after Li Mu calmed down, something very strange happened.
He was not promoted.
His realm still maintains the perfection of the Tao Immortal Emperor.
Compared with when I just entered this space copy, there is no improvement at all.
"Strange."
Li Mu was surprised.
If the realm has not improved, then the increase in combat power comes from the physical body? experience? Sword skills? And combat awareness?
He experienced it carefully and observed constantly.
call out!
Cut it out with one knife.
boom!
The holy sword of the Faceless Immortal in white was cultivated in mid-air. He and his sword were chopped into ashes by this sword.
This time, Li Mu was able to hold back the knife.
There was no joy on his face.
"At the moment of the last slash, the opponent seemed to suddenly become weaker. It seemed that the power in the body disappeared in an instant. Could it be... exhaustion?"
Li Mu was doubtful.
He seemed to have consumed an Immortal Saint-level sword cultivator to death while he was still alive?
So, in the first fight, the faceless swordsman in white suddenly turned into flying ashes and flew away. It was not because he wanted to stop, but because he was consumed?
This time, too?
Li Mu understood somewhat.
After all, this is the trial space of the eleventh stone pillar, which is different from the real world.
Just like in the ancient battlefield in the space of ten stone pillars, those strong men who were fighting madly were killed by Li Mu, and Hua Xiangrong went in for the trial again, and they would still appear. In this space, there were only the faceless immortal saints in white. Jianxiu sat alone.
This person is the BOSS of this trial space.
He was brushed twice in a row by Li Mu.
But it should be that the conditions for a certain strategy copy have not been met, so he keeps reappearing after disappearing.
"Perhaps, in order to truly pass the level, we must kill this white-clothed Faceless Immortal Holy Sword Cultivator in a direct battle, rather than consuming all his energy before killing him?"
Li Mu was thoughtful.
He stood in the air and breathed to recover for a moment.
The power of true energy in the body is still increasing crazily, with an endless supply.
After about one stick of incense time.
In the void, a fairy light flashed.
As expected, the Faceless Immortal Saint Sword Cultivator in white appeared again.
"Looks like I have to defeat the BOSS again...kill it!"
Li Mu took the initiative to swing his sword forward.
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Mie Wuyu looked at Dongfang Yeren with some surprise.
The taste of soaking in the bitter spring is enough to drive some Immortal Emperor-level experts crazy.
Once you experience that kind of pain, no one will ever be willing to try it a second time.
All living beings suffer.
Soaked in suffering, life is worse than death.
Mie Wuyu feels that he is a person who has survived from the ashes of his heart. His heart is full of obsession with revenge on the Immortal Town Tower. He can endure all suffering. No matter what price he pays, he can accept it, so he can endure it. The torment of the bitter waters.
But what about the Eastern Night Blade?
What is his obsession?
Why did this Immortal Lord, who was in charge of the Immortal Court of Dongshengzhou, immerse himself in the bitter spring?
Mie Wuyu had been soaked in the bitter spring for eleven days. He had reached the limit of endurance and had to walk out of the bitter spring. However, Dongfang Yeren, who entered the bitter spring at the same time as him, was still immersed in the water. In the bitter spring water, he was motionless, as if he was dead.
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