An arrow more than five feet long was hovering in front of Li Mu's eyes. The arrow was golden, with fine runes on it that kept appearing and disappearing.
The entire arrow floated in front of Li Mu's eyes and spun rapidly, stirring the void with wind and making a rumbling sound.
"This arrow is interesting!"
Li Mu slowly stretched out his palm and grabbed the arrow.
Before the palm of his hand touched the arrow, he was shaken by the ripples in the space stirred by the arrow. The palm trembled, causing the whole arm to shake, and even the body was shaking.
If it were an ordinary monk, facing the ripples in space caused by a missing arrow, it would definitely be difficult to do anything.
But for Li Mu, who is proficient in the art of space, it is nothing.
His palm passed through the ripples of space lightly and deftly, and he caught the body of the arrow. He felt hot in his hand. The whole arrow was like a living thing. It kept struggling and beating in his palm, and the runes on the arrow kept emerging.
The explosion made Li Mu's palm numb and even painful.
"It's just an arrow, you still want to run?"
Li Mu grasped the arrow in his hand tightly, and there was a crackling sound in his palm. The runes on the arrow body exploded one after another, and the arrow cluster suddenly separated from the arrow shaft and flew into the void.
"Yeah?"
Li Mu stretched out his hand to fish it out and took the cluster of arrows flying into the void into his hand: "Do you still want to escape in batches?"
The real fire of the sun emerged from his palm, burning the arrow cluster fiercely. The light on the arrow cluster flashed, and the runes on the surface emerged violently. After a while, most of it was burned out.
The entire arrow cluster began to quiet down, as if it was dead.
"My golden arrow!"
In the cave world thousands of miles away, the expression of the white-haired man who had just shot the arrow suddenly changed, and he stood up suddenly: "Who is it? Who caught my golden arrow!"
The bow and arrow passed down by his family are ancient magic weapons with astonishing power. Even immortals and Buddhas would not dare to attack them directly. The ancestors of the Huang family were able to kill even divine dragons with this bow and arrow.
Nowadays, the great powers of the Yuan Realm have left one after another, and Taoism has declined. The capable immortals and Buddhas have long since ascended to heaven and are no longer in the human world. Even if there are occasional great powers, most of them are not concerned with worldly affairs.
Not many people in this Yuanjie land are capable of resisting the Huang family's bows and arrows, let alone directly intercepting them and taking them as their own.
Now the arrow that was shot was captured by someone, and even the spiritual thoughts attached to it were erased. It can be seen that the person who shot it was powerful. Even the head of the Huang family, one of the eight aristocratic families, was also shocked at this time: "Which old man is it?"
Are you deliberately trying to embarrass me?"
In this Yuan Realm, those who have the ability to catch golden arrows are probably only those old cultivators who can do it. Ordinary monks will never have such magical powers.
"Damn it, my son was killed, can't I take revenge?"
The white-haired man's anger surged, he suddenly stamped his feet, rose into the sky, broke through the space, and rushed to Yunzhou City.
Suddenly golden light flashed, and runes connected the world to Wuji, blocking the way of the white-haired man. A golden figure appeared in the void, holding a knife and a shield, and said sternly: "Huang Wencheng! The three hundred years have not yet come, so we can't do it."
Don’t leave Huangjiajie!"
The white-haired man was furious, and a long sword suddenly appeared in his hand, and he slashed at the golden figure: "Get out!"
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Poof!
His sword hit the top of the golden figure's head, splitting it in half immediately, and then bursting like a bubble.
Huang Wencheng snorted coldly and slashed with his long sword, cutting a crack in the void and connecting it to the space outside the small world.
Huang Wencheng was about to duck out, but he saw the crack suddenly closed, and then a golden light burst out in front of his eyes, and more than thirty golden figures emerged. These thirty figures each used their magical powers to blast towards Huang Wencheng: "Huang Family Master, retreat quickly!" Huang Wencheng held a sword and roared like thunder: "Back off, back off! Back off your paralysis! I have had enough!"
He charged forward with his sword and fought with these thirty golden phantoms: "The four major sects have trapped me for more than a hundred years, and they still want to seal them. It is unbearable, but what is unbearable!"
Dozens of phantoms turned into monks at the same time, chanting the Buddha's name: "Good, good, good. If the Huang family master hadn't done too many evil things in the past, how could the old monk and others block your door?"
"I kill people and do evil, it's none of your business!"
"If you kill too many people, it will matter!"
"Fuck you!"
Boom boom boom!
Huang Wencheng was as crazy as crazy, slashing the air with his sword, smashing more than a dozen golden phantoms one after another. In the end, he couldn't stand the crowd, and was beaten with bloody head and face by dozens of phantoms. He fled back to the Huang family's ancestral home in embarrassment, unable to escape. Let’s talk about Li Mu.
After putting away the arrow clusters and arrow shafts, he turned his gaze to one side.
The cyan sword light that was shattered before condensed again at this time, and turned into a long sword again, floating in the corner of the hall.
Li Mu reached out and grasped the green sword in his palm. He saw that the sword was four feet long. The scabbard was inlaid with sun and moon gems, and several runes were painted on the hilt.
Pulling out the sword blade, one could see that the blade was as clear as water. After sensing Li Mu's gaze, the sword could not help but tremble, with the faint sound of dragons roaring and tigers roaring.
"What a sword!"
Li Mu looked at Dawei with envy: "What a sword!"
He thought for a while, and the red hairpin stuck on his head suddenly jumped out and turned into a red sword in the air, complementing the green sword.
"This green sword seems to be a bit more powerful than my red sword!"
Li Mu looked at it for a moment and was very satisfied: "Yun Niang is in need of a good sword, and this green sword is just right for her self-defense."
The flying sword used by Hu Yunniang at this time was made by herself from the black iron and fire copper she saved. Its power is limited. Although it can protect the body and kill the enemy, it is not enough when encountering a strong enemy.
If she had Li Mu's red sword and met Huang Tianjiao, she would have the divine sword to protect her, and she would definitely not be captured by him with one move.
Hanging the green sword on his waist, Li Mu was not in a hurry to leave. Instead, he raised his head and looked at the picture hanging in the main hall: "If we really want to talk about treasures, I'm afraid this picture is the real treasure!"
When he came to the picture, he wanted to take it down, but he found that the further he moved forward, the farther away he was from the picture.
After a moment, I suddenly realized: "It's not that I'm getting farther and farther away from the picture, but that the closer I get to the picture, the smaller and smaller my body becomes!"
Looking around at this time, I found that the tribute table in front of me was as big as a mountain, the main hall was like the sky, and the blue square bricks paved in the main hall below were like vast hectares of fertile land.
"This picture has the ability to compress space!"
In shock, Li Mu used the Xing Zi Jue and retreated quickly. After a while, he returned to his original position.
When I looked at the picture again, I found that it was still a picture, and there was nothing special about it.
"It seems that this treasure has no chance with me for the time being!"
Li Mu looked at the drawing in front of him with a pity expression on his face: "When I reach the realm of cultivation, I will come and take it away!"
He reluctantly looked at the picture for a few times, then turned around and walked out of the hall. After taking a few steps, he broke through the void and came to his own courtyard.
Inside the hospital.
Chen Zuoshan, who was tied up with five flowers, leaned against the old tree in the courtyard, feeling uneasy. He only hoped that Li Mu could not take the green sword, but he was also worried that Li Mu could not take the green sword. He was extremely conflicted.
If Li Mu had taken the Qingjian, the Qingjian Sect would no longer be called the Qingjian Sect in the future, but his life might have been saved.
If Li Mu cannot take the Green Sword, he and several fellow Taoists may end up in a bad situation.
While he was struggling, he saw the light and shadow flashing in the courtyard, and Li Mu's figure suddenly emerged from the void, with a green sword hanging on his waist.
