1646. The Outcome Is Decided

A hint of coldness flashed across Li Mu's eyes.

The ultimate move?

The two swords roared.

Zhanyuan Heavenly Sword·Zhanyuan!

The forbidden moves among the most powerful swordsmanship of the giant spirit clan also surged out.

boom!

The brilliance of the sword's light and the sword's light.

The collision between the path of the sword and the path of the sword.

Ling Yanjun's eyes suddenly flashed with uncontrollable shock.

because--

The sword intent that came towards his face instantly crushed the power of his new Sky-killing Sword, and the power of annihilation enveloped him, completing all the defenses around him.

"how come?"

He was shocked and quickly retreated, trying to escape from the battlefield.

However, in the next moment, he was overwhelmed by Li Mu's sword intent.

Annihilation.

Li Mu put away his sword and stood up.

In the void, strands of black mist circulated.

Under the stone bridge, roars sounded.

A huge black unicorn rushed up crazily from the depths of the Demonic Abyss.

Wherever its feet stepped, black flowers of magic flame bloomed in the void.

Qilin transformed into the form of Ling Yanjun.

"How come you have this power?"

Ling Yanjun landed on the stone bridge and stared at Li Mu.

Why does this young man, who is only at the elementary level of the Emperor Realm, master such an amazing sword technique?

All of his new Sky-killing Knives were easily cracked by him?

Moreover, what was being used was the secret of the original Zhan Yuan Tian Sword.

Could it be that after countless years of enlightenment, the new Sky-Destroying Sword that I obtained was not as good as the original-slashing Heavenly Sword of the giant spirit lineage?

No.

It shouldn't be like this.

"You are not the only one in this world who masters the two most powerful swordsmanship."

Li Mu said.

Li Mu didn't feel it was a pity that he failed to kill Ling Yanjun with one blow.

This Qilin King had already taken refuge with the Demon Ancestor a long time ago and obtained immortality. His blood regeneration skills were far superior to those of ordinary Immortal Emperors. As long as the black tide did not end, he could remain immortal.

Before, he had used his sword intent to completely drive away the black tide within a hundred miles.

Unexpectedly, he ignored the demonic energy in the demonic abyss under the stone bridge.

"Yes, I understand."

Ling Yanjun reacted suddenly.

Back then, Li Mu used a different kind of sword technique.

A way of sword that he had never seen before.

In the blink of an eye, he defeated himself.

Although this young man is only at the beginning of the Imperial realm, his understanding of the art of swords has surpassed his own countless years ago.

His realm has not grown, so during these long years, he has been comprehending the way of the sword?

That's why he has such terrifying sword fighting power.

Ling Yanjun thought for a while and felt that he had completely thought it through.

"In that case, let me show you the real new Sky-killing Sword."

Ling Yanjun's expression became sinister and treacherous.

His whole body exuded wisps of black demonic energy.

It is completely different from the previous Qilin clan power.

It's the breath of demons.

This black power, swirling and flickering, seemed to be a huge black flame, wrapping Ling Yanjun's body, causing the skin around him to gradually turn black, and pieces of black unicorn scales grew out from under the skin. Even the face is no exception.

The creatures that have taken refuge in the Demon Ancestor are naturally completely demonized.

Li Mu sneered.

"Back then, you only came into contact with the power of demons for only a few hundred Qin Kongyu. Today, when everything you have learned through your own cultivation has turned into pale and feeble clouds, what you can think of and what you can bring out are still others. The power, haha, with a mind like yours, how can you talk about the art of swordsmanship?"

Li Mu sneered.

Ling Yanjun laughed loudly: "In a fool's opinion, power is only strong and weak, and there is no distinction between yourself and others. As long as you can defeat your opponent, any power can be used for your own use."

The knife in his hand also flashed with a dark light.

Those are demon scales.

The Kirin's scales and the Demon's scales finally merged completely.

Compared to the endless years ago, Ling Yanjun's strongest power was the complete use of magic scales, which was obviously a level more advanced.

"Now, how do you defeat me?"

Ling Yanjun was like a demon god coming out of the devil's abyss, with overwhelming pressure.

Li Mu didn't answer.

He took out the broken Nantianmen plaque, pieced it together piece by piece, and then erected it on the stone bridge.

"Today, I will chop off your dog's head in front of this old friend's property."

Li Mu held the golden knife in both hands.

Once again release the realm of his sword intention.

Shining like silver, burning like gold.

The sparse shadows are slanting across the clear and shallow water, and the faint fragrance is floating in the moonlight at dusk.

It was as if the sun and the silver moon were rising in the sky at the same time.

Although he didn't have Ling Yanjun's unparalleled domineering and world-powerful violence, he had an unparalleled ethereal spirit and immortal will, like the Immortal King Ling Jiutian.

Ling Yanjun's eyes narrowed, and the domineering fighting spirit in his heart reached its peak.

"kill."

The most pinnacle of extreme moves poured out.

Li Mu's eyes were also filled with gold and silver light.

A vertical eye is opened between the eyebrows, allowing insight, peeping, and foreseeing all things.

"kill."

The field of sword intention also poured out.

boom!

This is the final collision between the two most powerful swordsmen in the world.

For an instant, it seemed as if a Haotian sun was rising above the stone bridge.

The dazzling light shines on the entire demon court.

Layer after layer of apertures radiate, flowing in all directions.

The whole process was so long that it seemed like countless moments had passed.

But this process was short, as if it was a fleeting moment.

When the bright light dissipates.

The stone bridge is already covered with cracks.

The figures of Li Mu and Ling Yanjun were both standing on the bridge.

The air flow formed by the aftermath of the turbulent energy flow stirred Li Mu's long hair, making the strands fly.

The two swords in his hands were no longer there.

Opposite him, Ling Yanjun, the dark king of the Qilin tribe, had no scars on his body. The magic scale swords in his hands were intact. His eyes were filled with radiant divine energy as he stared at Li Mu and said slowly: " Good knife.”

boom!

The black scales on his body were shattered.

The magic scale swords in his hands shattered and turned into black smoke.

Poof~!

He opened his mouth and spurted out a stream of black blood.

The blood mist sprayed into the void and instantly turned into black demonic energy and dispersed.

Sizzle!

Ling Yanjun's whole body sprayed black blood mist.

It was as if the blood in the body was being oppressed by a terrifying force and couldn't wait to spurt out from every pore.

boom!

He fell down.

Li Mu walked over.

He grabbed Ling Yanjun's hair and dragged him to the broken [Southern Gate] sign.

Ling Yanjun was extremely weak and unable to struggle.

When he saw this monument, he knew that his defeat was not unfair at all.

Such a crazy last blow cracked the stone bridge blessed by the Demon Ancestor under his feet, and annihilated the demon army hundreds of miles away. However, this temporary piece of stone tablet was intact. Lossless.

This shows what?

It shows that Li Mu didn't try his best at all.

When crushing his strongest move, he was still able to use his remaining strength to protect the monument without any damage... The comparison between the two people made the difference.