When he encountered a sword obstacle, Mu Dingyi shook it over and then slashed at the Lu Mansion's lintel. If his father hadn't taken action in time, the Lu family's gate would have been slashed to the ground. At that time, what face would the Lu family still have in this Tiandu City?

Last time, I was facing a trace of Mu Dingyi's spiritual consciousness and a trace of afterimage.

Now, Li Muyang is facing the real wooden Dingyi.

Before the competition, Li Muyang was so angry that he had no chance of showing mercy. He was shattered by Mu Dingyi with all his might, the Shui Sword, which was known to everyone in China, and the powerful and lethal slashing technique, was cracked by Li Muyang without any harm?

Not only that, he also successfully counterattacked and knocked out the wooden tripod with one punch-

On the Divine Sword Square, only Li Muyang stood proudly alone.

The location where Mu Dingyi just stood was empty and disappeared.

"Good Sheep--" Lu Qingming's eyes were wet, and he felt lucky for his son's escape from death. If Li Muyang had not been able to stop the sword just now, he would probably have been in a different place now.

Lu Xingkong's palm twitched, and the smile on his face could not be hidden, so he simply stopped hiding it. He laughed loudly and said to Chu Xianda, the king of West Wind sitting beside him: "This kid - he doesn't know how to respect the elderly and love the young. Although he has no eyes, he can't use killer moves as soon as he comes up - he still needs to have the spirit of martial arts? He knocked the old god away as soon as he comes up. Where can you let the three thousand disciples of the Zhishui Sword Hall face? Your Majesty, the Shepherd is young, please forgive his ruthless crime."

Chu Xianda was also shocked and said, "Li Muyang - defeated the old god? The young hero is really a hero."

"How is that possible?" The muscles on King Fu's face twitched. He looked at Li Muyang with an incredible face and said, "This kid actually won like this? Where is the old god? Where did the old god go?"

A sneer appeared on the corner of Chu Xun's mouth and said softly: "Yes, this is the real Li Muyang - Li Muyang. When do you want to hide until? I am looking forward to your performance more and more."

silence.

Deadly silence.

Everyone looked at Li Muyang with a look of horror or still in a dull state.

Except for the hurtful cold wind, as well as the depressed breathing and fierce heartbeat of Lanshan, no one spoke.

It took a long time before a sound came from the foot of the mountain.

"What happened?"

"Li Muyang won? How could Li Muyang win the old god?"

"Li Muyang won--"

First, they whispered, and then the noises gathered together to form a torrent of sound.

"Li Muyang——"

"Li Muyang——"

"Li Muyang——"—

From bottom to top, from common people to powerful people.

Countless people shouted Li Muyang's name.

With her immature body, she defeated the starry sky strongman who had become famous for more than a hundred years. Such a young man should be loved and loved by people-

"Third brother, third brother--" On the Zhaixing Tower, the thin girl jumped and jumped in the room, pulling Song Tao's arm and shouting happily: "I knew that Li Muyang would not die, I knew that Mr. Muyang would definitely win--he really won. The gift I deserved can also be given to him--"

Song Tao stood at the window and looked around for a while, sneered, "How could that be so easy?"

Yes, how could that be so easy?

As everyone celebrated that Li Muyang defeated the old immortal Wood Dingyi of Zhishui Sword Hall, a blue water head appeared again in the sky.

Then, the blue water mirror continued to expand and finally turned into a waterfall hanging above the sky.

Crazy-

The waterfall poured downwards with water flowing down, and the dripping water droplets made the ground in Divine Sword Square clatter.

A white figure came out from the waterfall.

White robe, radiant, barefoot.

It was the old immortal Wood Dingyi of Zhishui who was mistakenly thought to have been killed by Li Muyang with one punch.

He stood in the sky without any damage, standing in front of the world, looking at Li Muyang on the Divine Sword Square with a calm expression.

Condescending, it was like a tiger looking at a rabbit in the grass.

Song Chenxi glanced at it a few times, frowned slightly, and murmured: "Why are you alive again? Why are you not dead yet?"

"Chenxi--" Song Tao quickly stopped. If the swordsmen in the Zhishui Sword Hall outside the gate heard this, they would probably cause more trouble.

"I'm just talking casually." Song Chenxi knew that she had said the wrong thing, and smiled at the third brother, looking at the square again.

"Not loyalty." Li Muyang looked at Mu Dingyi who was lofty and sighed softly. "Everyone knows each other, you can cooperate and die to fulfill my reputation. Everyone still thinks that you love talents and cherish talents. How good is it? What's the point of having to live and play a few more rounds?"

"—"Faced with Li Muyang's accusations, Mu Dingyi didn't know how to deal with them.

After thinking for a long time, I thought it would be better to ignore it.

Mu Ding looked at Li Muyang and said, "That punch just now was the Dragon Fist?"

Li Muyang smiled and said, "I don't care what kind of fist this is, I just care whether it can defeat you."

"The Dragon Fist - called Jinglong, but was created by the Dragon Clan ten thousand years ago." Mu Ding's voice was calm, but his eyes cut Li Muyang's body like a sharp blade. "Where did you learn this fist?"
Chapter completed!