0382. Annoy Him

Li Mu!

saint!

These two words are equivalent.

If when the deputy owner of Guanshan Ranch [Red Fire Demon God] was captured for the first time, some people still had objections to whether Li Mu had become a saint, then with the [Emperor Sword] Yingshan Snow Eagle being beheaded on Yueshan Mountain Next, the entire continent has no objection to this.

After all, Yingshan Snow Eagle once slaughtered Sheng Ah, but was beheaded by Li Mu.

[Xuantian Divine Dragon] Huang Youlong was one of the top five powerful men in the Northern Song Dynasty. He was a semi-saint many years ago. He has improved over the years, but slaughtering a saint? He doesn't seem to be able to do it yet.

Huang Youlong only felt that his face was burning.

Because he was really frightened by the name.

Thinking about what I just said, it was a slap in the face.

Huang Youlong subconsciously looked at Prince Jin next to him.

However, what surprised him was that King Jin's face remained as usual, without any sign of surprise or even a trace of fear.

Huang Youlong was startled.

Could it be that King Jin has some trump card that is more powerful enough to compete with the Great Sage?

impossible.

Even the Qingcheng Sect today doesn’t have such a trump card, right?

But soon, Huang Youlong saw the half-smiling look in Li Mu's eyes, and suddenly realized that it turned out that Li Mu was speaking to him only. With the blessing of the secret technique, the conversation was isolated and no one else heard it... ...Such a method that even a half-saint, like him, didn't even notice?

Li Mu must have become a saint.

Thinking of this, Huang Youlong's heart was already filled with turmoil.

He has determined that he is definitely no match for Li Mu.

Especially when he faced the strange expression of the short-haired young man in white clothes who looked like a smile but not a smile, Huang Youlong's half-saint heart could not maintain calm. A chill erupted from his spine and went straight to the sky, as if it was going to blow his head away. , the wave of fear cannot be contained.

"Sorry to bother you." Huang Youlong cupped his hands.

Then, he turned to the other thirty-five village owners of Liantian Water Village and said, "Let's go."

He was about to leave directly.

At this time, King Jin's expression changed and he said angrily: "Master Huang Village, what do you mean?"

Others also looked at the biggest bandit in the Northern Song Dynasty's waterways with shocked eyes. They didn't understand why the boy in white just smiled, while the bandit couldn't wait to leave, looking in awe... …What exactly is going on?

"Brother, you..." A branch village leader didn't know why and said, "Are we going to leave like this?"

"If you don't want to die, just come with me." Huang Youlong looked sharp.

He sighed, cupped his hands to King Jin, and said: "Your Highness is so kind that I can't repay you, but today's matter is not something I [Lian Tianshui Village] can interfere with. Please take care of yourself and don't act out of anger. "This can be regarded as his last reminder to King Jin.

After saying that, [Xuantian Divine Dragon] Huang Youlong did not hesitate at all. He took the thirty-fifth village master of Lian Tianshui Village and other masters and strong men in the village and left immediately. It seemed that if he left a little later, he would be gone. It's like a catastrophic disaster is coming, and it will disappear into the distant horizon in the blink of an eye.

The atmosphere suddenly became weird.

King Jin is not a fool.

Of course he understood the meaning of Huang Youlong's words.

Could this short-haired boy in white have a terrifying origin?

However, today's wedding was held in front of half of the Northern Song Dynasty's influential people. It was also indispensable in his plan. If it ended hastily like this, he could bear to become a laughing stock for a while. , but it would ruin his entire plan and make his days of dominating the Northern Song Dynasty elusive, which he couldn't bear.

Just now, Huang Youlong asked the young man to report to his master. After that, he didn't know what the young man said. Huang Youlong ran away in panic. Thinking about it, he must be this young man's master. His origin is extremely terrifying, and he should be one of the Nine Ultimate Divine Sects in the world.

But so what, he also has the support of the Qingcheng sect, one of the nine major divine sects, and this young man himself may not be able to represent his divine sect. No matter what, he will marry Princess Huanzhu today, even if he waits until this divine sect in the future. It would not be a bad idea to really raise an army to investigate the crime, and then secretly make compensation and compromise.

Is there anything under the sun that cannot be solved by the exchange of interests?

No matter what, at this moment, at this important moment, you cannot bow your head.

Almost instantly, King Jin made such a decision.

He gestured secretly again.

The most elite sergeants in the Yaowei Army formed a large formation of ten thousand people from afar, gathering the strength of ten thousand people, and the iron-blooded evil energy circulated to guard the main dais, and the heads and powerful men of the major sects also occupied the main dais. The group of guards rose up, and at the same time, at his signal, the leader of the Iron Spear Sect [Gun Henghe Shuo] Du Luji and others slowly approached Wang Shiyu, trying to hold Wang Shiyu hostage.

In this way, even if the short-haired boy in white is extremely powerful, he still has to throw himself into the trap.

Du Luji gritted his teeth and reached out to grab Wang Shiyu's wrist.

Naturally, he could see that Huang Youlong was frightened away by the short-haired boy in white. If even Tianshui Village couldn't offend anyone, he, Iron Gun Sect, couldn't offend him either. But the problem was, King Jin might not be able to do anything to Lian Tianshui Village. Like this, but if his Iron Spear Sect also leaves like Huang Youlong, then the next day, King Jin's army can defeat his Iron Spear Sect.

Du Lvji's martial arts has two unique qualities.

One must be the art of iron spear shooting.

The second is the iron claws and steel wrists.

These two extraordinary powers contributed greatly to his reputation.

His [Iron Claw] had once crushed spiritual weapons with his bare hands, and his power was invincible. However, when his five fingers just pinched Wang Shiyu's wrist, what he felt was not the smoothness of the beautiful woman's wrist as imagined, but... an unbearable force. The power of description came over him, making his fingers numb.

Shocked, he took a closer look and couldn't help but stand on the spot in shock.

It turned out that what he grabbed was the wrist of Princess Huanzhu Wang Shiyu. It was clearly the wrist of the young man in white.

I don't know when, but the young man in white who was still a thousand meters away actually appeared on the main stage like a ghost, standing next to Wang Shiyu.

this……

How did he do that?

Du Luji felt as if he had seen a ghost during the day.

"Is it fun?" The short-haired boy in white looked at him, smiled and flicked his wrist.

Click!

Du Lvji's steel wrists and claws were instantly shattered like clay sculptures by a flash of fire.

He also felt an unstoppable hot force extending along his palms and wrists to his arms and body. Wherever it passed, the bones cracked into powder, no matter how he moved the sky. When people are really angry, joining the association to resist turns out to be of no use.

"Ah..." Du Luji yelled, retreating like crazy, and at the same time shouted regardless of his image: "Young hero, spare your life, I...don't dare anymore." He felt the shadow of death shrouding him, and there was a big threat. Terror is coming.

"Would you like to go back and seal the mountain for a hundred years?" Li Mu asked.

Du Luji nodded like a fool: "Yes, yes, I am willing..."

The next moment, the magnificent red flame that spread to his right shoulder suddenly disappeared.

Du Lvji's right arm was completely disabled, but he managed to save his life.

He was panting heavily, cold sweat falling like rain, his back and front were soaked, and he had a horrified expression on his face as if he had survived the disaster: "Thank you, young hero, for showing mercy... People from the Iron Gun Sect, follow me."

Iron Gun Gate is gone too.

King Jin and others retreated crazily, distanced themselves, and looked at Li Mu with horrified expressions.

The personal guards and powerful men from major sects such as [Shanhe Gang] and [Yipin Tang] all protected King Jin, but they lost the courage to fight again.

A military town of tens of thousands of people and hundreds of masters from various major sects could not stop these young men in white at all.

Some people can see clearly that in fact, at that moment, they only saw the young man's shoulders lowered, and he made a prelude movement like a somersault. In the next moment, he crossed all the formations and obstacles and came to Live on stage.

What kind of cultivation is it at this time?

It can't be stopped at all.

How else to fight?

And it was also at the moment when Du Luji of the Iron Gun Sect saved his life and left that everyone, including King Jin, figured out one thing - before [Xuan Tian Shenlong] Huang Youlong left, I am afraid it was not because of this young man. He was frightened by the teachers behind him, but he was basically frightened away by the young man himself.

These are two concepts.

"Who are you...your Excellency? Why are you going against this king?" King Jin's voice also trembled slightly.

He realized that his previous judgment and choices might be completely wrong.

Li Mu smiled slightly and said: "Infinite Heavenly Lord, Zhang Sanfeng of Wudang Mountain is a poor man."

King Jin was stunned.

The leaders of the major sects such as [Yipitang], [Shanhe Gang], [Fengleitang], and [Tianxinzhai], as well as other distinguished guests, nobles, and envoys from major anti-king factions, were also stunned.

Wudang Mountain?

Zhang Sanfeng?

What is that place? Who is he?

Why have you never heard of it?

Was it this name that frightened [Xuantian Divine Dragon] Huang Youlong away?

Does Huang Youlong know this place?

Questions were popping up in these people's minds like crazy, but there were no answers.

"Pfft..." Wang Shiyu on the side couldn't help but laugh and said: "You Zhang Sanfeng, I'll pay it back to Wang Chongyang." Of course she understood what this joke was about.

Li Mu rolled his eyes helplessly and said, "Be serious, I'm just pretending."

Wang Shiyu: "..."

She felt infinitely relaxed and joyful in her heart.

Because she knew that from this moment on, she was no longer alone on this planet.

And he also knew that the reason why Li Mu in front of him deliberately acted so funny was to ease her mood and make her happy.

This feeling is so good.

She reached out and gently took Li Mu's palm, fearing that this was a dream and everything would disappear as soon as she opened her eyes. Only the warmth from Li Mu's palm convinced her that this was real.

King Jin took a deep breath.

The hero, forcibly calming down the shock in his heart, tried to speak: "I don't know, Princess Huanzhu is an old acquaintance of Zhang Taoist priest, so I am a bit negligent. However, Taoist priest is a monk, why should he get involved in the secular world?" Regarding the matter, this king..."

"Annoy him." Wang Shiyu said.

Li Mu said: "Trouble? Simple, let him disappear."

The words have not yet finished.

Just look at his white figure flashing.

Once blurred, once bright and dim.

Then Li Mu returned to Wang Shiyu.

Everyone felt their eyes blurred, unable to realize what had happened.

"Ho ho..."

Prince Jin looked frightened, his eyes were stiff, and he suddenly covered his neck.

Then, wisps of faint sword intent filled the air.

His head was broken directly from the neck. The incision was neat and smooth as a mirror, with no trace of blood at all. The head fell toward the ground.

Before the head completely fell to the ground, there was a soft bang, and inexplicable power surged. A ball of bright red flames emerged directly from the mouth and nose of King Jin's head, and also broke from the neck of his body. In a ten thousandth of a second, the heads and bodies of the heroes of the Northern Song Dynasty turned into a ball of magnificent and strange fire and dissipated in the air.

King Jin, die!

The air was deathly still.

You can hear the needle drop.

The masters, masters, and guards who were originally protecting King Jin watched all this happen, as if they had been struck by lightning, and fell into a state of complete sluggishness.

Although King Jin rarely has brilliant personal achievements, he is also a master of heaven and man.

In front of Zhang Sanfeng, the young man in white, there was no room for resistance. He was killed instantly like a bug.

To seize the leader of heaven and man among millions of troops is like searching a bag to retrieve something.

Zhang Sanfeng in Wudang Mountain is so terrifying.

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