Daqian deposed the crown prince, and the emperor begged him to stop rebelling

Chapter 97: Drinking

In a breath, Chi Kuan expanded and contracted his body, turning himself into a railgun!

The surging internal force instantly sprayed towards Li Mu.

This was something Li Mu could never have imagined.

The third level of martial arts realm is so terrifying!
Li Mu is not good enough in a competition of internal strength.

After all, the third-grade martial arts realm seems to be only one level away from the fifth-grade realm.
But the actual distance is as different as heaven and earth.

There are three levels in the realm of martial arts.

The third and fifth grades are like nine levels of separation!
But fortunately, Li Mu never competes with others in internal strength.

If that were the case, he would not even be able to get close to the Barbarian King Wugutu.

He still has the sword in his hand!
Li Mu sighed in his heart.
immediately,

Swing your sword!

This sword,
Simple and free and easy,
It seems plain and simple, without a trace of ingenuity.

The short and sharp Yuchang sword,
Waved it in his hand,

It's like a conductor leading the orchestra on the stage.

But the moment the sword was swung,
The sword energy surged instantly.

Like a wild and majestic piece of music,
Suddenly blooming in space!

boom! ! !
When two extremely powerful forces suddenly collided,
An explosion occurred that seemed to be able to tear the entire space apart!
The powerful internal energy that Chi Kuan instantly blasted out was instantly stopped by the sword energy!
Like a huge wave hundreds of feet high, suddenly encountering a steep cliff.

The waves broke and splashed everywhere.

bang bang...

The strong energy dissipated, squeezing the air and causing an explosion.

A trace of blood oozed from the corner of Chi Kuan's mouth.

His eyes instantly turned blood red.
It's as if all the evil eyes are broken!

Roar……

He roared.
The palms clapped again.

But at this time, Li Mu also swung his sword again.

laugh……

This sword is faster than the previous one!

But after the sword was swung out, it did not have the majestic sword energy as before.
There is only one sword intent that is pure to the extreme.

Suddenly it flew across the air.

A sword slashed out,
Another sword flew quickly.

A sword is as fast as a sword,
Continuous!

Li Mu stood there, swinging the Yuchang sword in his hand wantonly.

It's like a poet who has drunk to his heart's content, freely writing with his pen in his excited mood.

The simplicity of the sword moves is like a stroke of a brush.
However, the pure and sharp sword intent is like a series of exquisite and meaningful poems.
There was a gleam of light in the space between them.

at the same time,

Li Mu's clear voice resounded throughout the space:
"Have you not seen that the water of the Yellow River comes from the sky, rushes to the sea and never returns?"

"Don't you see the white hair in your parents' mirror? It was black in the morning and turned to white in the evening!"

"When life is good, you should enjoy it to the fullest, and don't let the golden cup face the moon empty."

"I am born with talents that will be useful, and I will come back after all the money I have spent..."

Hee hee hee hee hee...

Chi Kuan used all his strength to blast out his inner energy.
Under these casually wielding pure sword intent,
It quickly fell apart.

Like a piece of white paper, cut and shattered by the hearty brushstrokes!

around,

Those palace masters and ice skaters were all stunned.

Even Yan Jie, who had fallen from the sky, was holding his chest and staring with wide eyes in shock.

Since they came into contact with martial arts, they have heard many fascinating legends and unprecedented brutal battles.

But I have personally witnessed such a strange decisive battle!
As Li Mu brandished his sword, he chanted the poem in a long and gentle voice.
But it made them all feel like an ice spring was pouring down their heads.

The extraordinary atmosphere contained in the poem is like the work of a supernatural being.

It seems to be enough to shock the world and make ghosts and gods cry!

In a blink of an eye,
The pure sword intent completely shattered Chi Kuan's inner energy.

The sharp and fierce sword energy cut into his body.

Several blood lines instantly appeared on Chi Kuan's body!
The thin, straight blood line looks like the ink marks splashed by the immortal poet.

"I will sing a song for you, please listen carefully..."

chi chi...

Two streaks of blood flew out from Chi Kuan's ears.

Two deep sword marks also appeared on his face!
From the center of the eyebrows to the corners of the mouth,

Two streams of blood splashed out like a mountain spring breaking a rock! "Bells, drums, and delicacies are not expensive, I just want to be drunk forever and never wake up!"

Li Mu swung out two more swords.

The two swords crossed and fell in the air.

The interlaced sword marks,
A big "X" character was formed in the air.

It seemed to be the most accurate annotation for Chi Kuan's half-life of loyalty to the Third Prince.

Chi Kuan's chest was torn open in an instant.

The moment the blood fountain flew up,

His body suddenly broke into pieces.

Everyone around was shocked.

At this moment, many eyes were dyed red by the blood splashing from Chi Kuan's body.

His mind seemed to break along with his limbs.

Chi Kuan is dead!

He is at the initial stage of the third level of martial arts!
The commander of the imperial guards, the most powerful martial arts master in the palace!

He was actually beheaded by the deposed crown prince!

This sword technique...

How terrifying!
All the masters in the palace felt their hearts trembling.

His legs were shaking and he almost collapsed.

But Li Mu's sword light appeared in front of them in an instant.

"In the past, King Chen held a banquet in Pingle, and he drank ten thousand cups of wine and had a great time!"

The sword power was as powerful as the ink of poetry, splashing on them.

chi chi...

In an instant, several sword marks appeared on the bodies of several palace masters.

The blood shot out and turned into blood mist in the air!
The bodies of several people were instantly cut into pieces by the sword intent.

"Fight!"

Yan Jie roared,

He jumped up from the ground and rushed towards Li Mu with his fists.

But just as the fist wind burst into the air,
It was cut apart by a sharp sword intent.

"Master, why do you say you don't have enough money? I must buy some wine for you!"

When he finished reciting this sentence, Li Mu swung his sword.

The sword light was like a rainbow, flying diagonally into the sky.

Yan Jie's fist instantly broke in the middle.
The sword mark bloomed from the middle of his fist and instantly reached his chest and forehead.
Draw a flowing and flying stroke on his body.

puff……

A fountain of blood rose into the air above Yan Jie's body.

But Li Mu's figure flashed before his eyes and appeared behind him in an instant.

"A horse with five colors and a fur coat worth thousands of gold..."

chi chi...

Several more sword intentions flew out.

In a flash, several more palace masters fell.

Perhaps their martial arts have already reached the fifth level or above, or even the initial stage of the fourth level close to Yan Jie.

However, no matter how powerful their inner energy is,
Under these pure and sharp sword intentions,

They are like autumn grass under the sickle,

They fell to the ground one after another!

"Hu'er will go out and exchange for good wine!"

Li Mu slashed out with two swords again.

The last two black-clad palace masters fell to the ground under the sword light, with sword marks all over their bodies.

A figure flashed,
Li Mu had already arrived in front of Shen Pingan.

His eyes are as calm as a lake in autumn.

His eyes were clear, as if there was not a single ripple.

But there was a pure sword intent in his eyes.

But it is like a cold spring buried deep in the lake.
Even with the lake thousands of feet away, it can still penetrate deep into your bones!
Shen Ping'an looked at the sword intent in Li Mu's eyes and felt his heart beating wildly as if it was about to jump out of his chest.

But at this time, Li Mu sighed softly.

Sheath the sword,

Back to the sheath!

That sword intent as cold as a spring, along with this sigh,
Like vanishing into thin air!
"Let's share the eternal sorrow together!"

(End of this chapter)