The blade of the Star Sword spins at a high speed, forming a very sharp spiral vortex, as if it can penetrate through. Although the body possesses the power of the divine wall, it is naturally unwilling to try the danger. Swing, dodge the blade with an embarrassment, but the fierce energy produced by the star sword's sharp spin still tears open the divine wall next to Yang Li's cheeks. Although there is only a small gap of one centimeter in length, Yang Li's cheeks have appeared. With blood, this is simply a shame for a god king!
"court death!"
With a sharp cry, he lifted the ice sword and smashed the Star Sword. The whistling wind passed by his ear. Lin Muyu was holding a seemingly inconspicuous dagger in his hand and drew it towards Yang Li's neck. It was a magic sound knife!
Suddenly, Yang Li complained incessantly, and his strength was absolutely superior to Lin Muyu. However, this kid is like a desperate Saburo. There is no way to make moves, but the moves are deadly. Where is he competing? It's almost like fighting, fighting with wild beasts.
"when!"
The bracer on his wrist abruptly blocked the attack of the magic sound knife, and raised his foot to hit Lin Muyu's abdomen with a blow.
One foot is simple, but the wave of God contained in this foot is not simple!
And, fifty-seven waves!
"Boom!"
The speed of the god king was not lost to Lin Muyu at all, this kick was very old.
Lin Muyu vomited blood instantly, but a gourd vine quietly lingered on the other leg of the god king. Lin Muyu and the martial soul were originally one, but the thought passed, the gourd vine quickly pulled back, raising his iron fist and lingering around the flames. The power of the law was a punch to Yang Li's chin, Yang Li was pulled out of balance by the gourd vine, where he could hide, and he took a real punch!
"Boom!"
The golden light splashed, this fierce punch did not penetrate the divine wall, but it also made Yang a sigh of pain, and his chin was almost dislocated. With one left hand, he grabbed Lin Muyu’s arm and formed an elbow stroke with his right hand. Top down is an attack!
With a muffled grunt, Lin Muyu's shoulder blades seemed to have been shattered. Every understatement attack by Yang Li was accompanied by fifty-seven waves. Lin Muyu was naturally uncomfortable, and was knocked down on the frozen stream by an elbow. Among them, his knees smashed the ground into a big pit, and when he looked up, Lin Muyu gathered almost all of his power on his right fist, and punched his sharp abdomen!
Five Lights and Eight Desolations!
Fifth Yao gathered the divine power from all directions at one point. This point was Lin Muyu's fist. When the seven Yao profound energy contained in the fist burst out, Yang Li couldn't help his throat sweetened, and a mouthful of blood was about to come out.
No, hold back!
As a god king, you must never lose this person!
Severely defending his body, his abdomen continued to strike, the god wall had begun to crack, he suddenly opened his hands to grab Lin Muyu's shoulders, and threw it out!
"Boom!"
Lin Muyu's body was heavily embedded in the side of the stone mountain, shaking unceasingly.
"Seven moves! Eight moves! Nine moves! Ten moves!"
Not far away, the upright Huang was also shouting loudly: "Yang Li, Lord God King, you have already passed ten moves, is that kid dead?"
Raising and frowning, looking at the big hole on the mountain wall, even though Lin Muyu was very embarrassed, he could still feel his breath. This kid was just injured and he was not dead enough.
"No, he's fortune-telling!"
Yang Li said with a cold voice, "Let's go, let him go first today."
"Yes!"
A group of celestial gods disappeared in the same place in a blink of an eye.
…
In the deep pit in the mountain wall, Lin Muyu held a cluster of stars in his left hand. The Seven Lunar Star Transformation had already condensed in half. As long as he dared to come, he would directly greet him, but he was slightly disappointed that Yang Li took a group of gods away. It seems that there is no intention to kill himself at all.
After dissipating the power of the stars, he walked out of the gravel pile with the Star Sword in embarrassment. The King Qin armor he was wearing had been beaten to pieces in the fierce battle. It seemed that he should put on another one. His shoulders and abdomen were injured. Now, the fierce fifty-seventh wave is really powerful, and it's really not something ordinary people can bear!
At this moment, the sound of flapping wings came from the sky. It was a blue bird, Qing Yu found it!
Lin Muyu smiled slightly, stretched out her arm to let Qingyu fall on it, and said, "What's wrong?"
Qing Yu twittered and seemed to be very concerned about the safety of the owner.
A few seconds later, a blood-red crack was torn open in front of him. Ouyang Yan shuttled back and forth in a fiery red suit. Seeing Lin Muyu's tragic appearance, she couldn't help being stunned: "How could this happen, who is it?"
"Be strong, do you know?"
"Strong?" Ouyang Yan stepped forward, supporting Lin Muyu's arm, letting him put his arms around her shoulders and frowned, and said with a frown, "This name is familiar, but it doesn't seem to be the god of the Eastern Heaven Realm."
"Well, it is said to belong to the Northern Heaven Realm."
"Northern Heaven?" Ouyang Yan squinted her eyes: "I remember, I saw this man at a god-king contest more than 3,000 years ago, a god-king who could perfectly control the law of frost. At that time, many people looked forward to it. People can definitely cultivate into a master god, and become the ruler of the law of frost!"
"He won't." Lin Muyu grinned miserably.
"Why not?"
"Because I will kill him before he becomes the main god."
"Oh, I've never seen you like this. I've been beaten like this and even blown away. For a supreme god like you, I'm convinced." Ouyang Yan smiled happily.
Lin Muyu glanced at her, feeling a little embarrassed. After spending a long time with herself, it seems that these gods will be affected one by one, and there is no morality. The Qi Yao Devil Emperor is like this, and so is Ouyang Yan. But speaking, these two people were originally. There is no morals.
"Hurry up, go back to heal, I just left you for a little while and it's like this." Ouyang Yan still cares about this new friend.
After returning to the Longdan Camp, Wei Qiu, Situ Sen, Situ Xue and others were all shocked. They sent medicines and so on. The medical officer of the panacea with the army also came to treat him. Although they did not have the medical skills of Chu Yao, they always In terms of medical skills, Lin Muyu is much better than Lin Muyu himself. After all, Lin Muyu is only good at refining medicine, but he almost knows nothing about medical skills.
After applying the medicine and bandaging, basically the next few days must be spent in bed. Situ Xue, the housekeeper, also strictly ordered Lin Muyu not to drink horses without permission, claiming that there is water in the Longdan camp, enough to drink water for a lifetime in the snow. .
The Longdan Camp is stationed in the area of Tongtian City with one hundred thousand people, and they are all elites. The strength is here. Even a god king like this must be afraid of the strength of the Longdan Camp. After all, a god can easily kill A cultivator under the sanctuary, but faced with endless battle formations and sharp arrows, there is still the possibility of being killed. Once the power is exhausted, the only difference between gods and mortals is the cultivation of the state of mind. .
…
The night is quiet, and a little bit of starlight in the Tongtian Gorge is flying in the grass and jungle, and it is fireflies. Tang Xiaoxi was still sitting on the window sill, looking at the fireflies flying up and down in the distance, she couldn't help feeling a little uncomfortable. She seemed to never remember who she was anymore, and... It is said that God King and others went to kill Lin Muyu. Worry for no reason.
"Boom..."
The knock on the door was Feng Ning'er's voice: "Xiao Xi, can I come in?"
"Ok."
Feng Ning'er pushed in, with a mysterious smile on his face, and said: "I've inquired, Lin Muyu is okay, he is only seriously injured, and the King of Strength does not intend to kill him."
"You tell me what to do?" Tang Xiaoxi looked at her faintly, and said, "Lin Muyu is my opponent. I don't care about his life or death. If I really kill him, I will be happy for the Protoss."
"Is it true?"
Feng Ning'er chuckled, gently supported Tang Xiaoxi's snow legs, tilted her head to look at her beautiful face in the moonlight, and smiled: "If it wasn't for caring for him, I'm afraid you would have fallen asleep by then? "
"I… "
Tang Xiaoxi wanted to explain, but all explanations seemed so weak.
Feng Ning'er seemed to see her through and smiled: "Xiao Xi, if you really want to know who you are and want to find yourself, you must face your heart and face your true self bravely."
"I..." Tang Xiaoxi said with faint eyes: "I don't want to know who I am."
"Why?" Feng Ning'er asked in astonishment.
Tang Xiaoxi’s voice was indescribably calm: "I have lost my memory and can't remember everything before, but deep in my consciousness I must obey the saint master, so... the saint master is a person who controls me, since He controls me and must be my enemy, no matter what I intend, I must have hurt many of my dear ones, so I don't want to think about who I am, but rather die here."
Feng Ning'er stood there in shock, Tang Xiaoxi sitting on the windowsill was far wiser than she thought. She might have seen everything already, but she just didn't want to wake up.
"You should be thankful that you didn't kill Lin Muyu." Feng Ning'er murmured.
"Why?"
"Because you were originally as close as lovers."
"Lovers..."
Tang Xiaoxi was silent. After a while, he said, "Ning'er, go back first. I'm tired and I'm going to sleep."
"Well, get a good night's sleep. I'll talk about tomorrow's affairs."
After Feng Ning'er left, Tang Xiaoxi didn't go to bed. How could she sleep in such a night
…
After a long time, a ray of light in the night sky danced spiritually in the mountains and forests, approaching little by little, as if being summoned, and soon, fireflies came to Tang Xiaoxi's window in groups.
"Firefly..." Tang Xiaoxi stared at the entire firefly.
But only to see these fireflies flying in groups, they actually condensed into a human form, and suddenly dispersed, an old man stood in the air, surrounded by divine power, with a smile on his old and stubborn face: "Princess Xi , How are you all these years?"