"In that case, you mean that you don't plan to talk to me anymore."
A purple electric blue frost sword appeared in the hand of this genius, and behind him were various green light sword intentions. These green light sword intentions contained a kind of mournful meaning. With the surge of the ultimate swordsmanship of the mournful scream, the sword chant fell.
, that’s when he was about to take action.
Li Le just glanced at it indifferently, and his eyes automatically fell to where they should be.
And this location happens to be where the Ming Ming Dao Sect is the key to the immortal swordsmanship.
He valued Li Le, the lamentable genius.
But I saw that the genius was dancing, and dragons and snakes were walking under the sword. The sword, which had been refined countless times, was sharp and terrifying. It was swallowing the power of the sword like a giant python in the world, tearing the void and wreaking havoc on the world.
This kind of swordsmanship is so exquisite that even people from the Shushan Sword Sect are bewildered by this kind of swordsmanship and are mesmerized by it.
However, such swordsmanship is still not qualified in front of Li Le.
"I know all about the swordsmanship of the Shushan Sword Sect and have seen it before. Your Taoist sect doesn't have any powerful swordsmanship at all. You just rely on the mortal swordsmanship of the past and want to gain a foothold in the age of myths? It's a wishful thinking."
His swordsmanship comes from the heavenly realm, and he is naturally superior to others. It is like the sword of an emperor, high above, looking down on the world, with a kind of natural domineering, suppressing all those who are not convinced and the sword.
The swordsmanship displayed by Li Le was like the swords of those traffickers and pawns in the rolling world.
"I will use my sword to cut off your tongue so that you will never be able to speak out the arrogant words you said before."
The mournful genius squinted coldly, the black hair on the back of his head danced wildly, and the sword in his hand roared, striking out a sharp whirlwind.
In the core area of the whirlwind, there was an overwhelming sound of wailing sword intent.
Wail, wail, wail.
The whimpering and crying sounds are simply crazy.
Amidst the loud noise, two completely different swordsmanship wills collided together, shaking the sky, and fixing everyone's eyes firmly on the two of them.
"The Ming Ming Tianjiao are the top talents in the entire Ming Ming Taoist sect. Since ancient times, there are very few people who can be worthy of the Ming Ming name. However, all of them are unparalleled geniuses. They are born to uphold the great fortune of the world.
They are born to be good practitioners. Now that these people have practiced to a certain level and want to come out to rule the world and force us to abdicate, they need to study hard and observe."
"This world belongs to young people, but we are not willing to accept it! Why should we go to hell? Why should we die on the beach? Immortality is right in front of us. Let alone young people, the King of Heaven is here.
, anyone who dares to block our road will be killed."
"Yes, the entire world only has such a small amount of resources. Although the previous expansions of the world have enriched the resources of the entire world, if you want to achieve enlightenment, you must dominate this era."
"The one who dictates the times is the emperor."
Many old people from Taoist sects are unwilling to give up their power and status.
This is not only because they cannot let go of their obsessions and do not want to lose the resources that power brings them, but also because they are unwilling to give up immortality and are unwilling to go to the final struggle of destruction.
If the younger generation wants to rise to power, they must embark on a bloody road.
After all, there are only a few seats, and if you sit down, others can’t do it.
This is the case with the current genius.
He came to the Shushan Sword Sect and threatened Li Le, hoping to obtain the resources of the Shushan Sword Sect to supply himself and move towards a more powerful path.
This road is destined to be thorny, but he cannot give up.
Li Le could feel that not only the aliens were peeking at the Shushan Sword Sect, but also many hungry wolves were also peeking at the Shushan Sword Sect.
No one wants to be short of resources.
Just like money.
Have you ever met someone who doesn’t love money?
A penny is worth a penny, but it can stump a heroic man.
Sometimes poor people will be really miserable if they live hard for too long.
In this indifferent world of cultivation, resources are immortality, eternity, and superiority. There are too many interests entangled together, leaving them with no choice and no way out.
If you sail against the current, you will retreat if you don't advance.
Li Le didn't want to die either, so he said, "Please go on your way."
In the next moment, the four-pole swordsmanship in Li Le's hands was unleashed. Four perfect swordsmanships that blended into countless artistic conceptions. They captured souls with every move and killed with every move. The moment he appeared in the world, he killed one person in ten steps and left no trace behind.
OK.
Unparalleled swords and domineering people, when combined together, can naturally achieve miracles that others cannot do.
Li Le, one person, one move, one sword.
Kill the mournful genius.
"Wail!"
A mournful sound came from the nine heavens. With just one move, the mournful genius' head was found in a different place. The blood all over his body flowed out from the wound, like nectar and jade, exuding a kind of spirituality.
As long as the flesh and blood of practitioners practice to the extreme, they have transformed into another kind of life existence.
This kind of life existence is a great supplement to life forms below their level.
Many alien races running on the earth stared greedily at the blood spilled from the sky. As soon as that drop of blood fell in front of them, the beasts roared and started fighting, shaking the mountains and rivers, and making the rivers and mountains tremble.
Li Le didn't care about this small profit, he killed people, grabbed treasures, touched corpses and opened boxes, he was very efficient.
He doesn't think he did anything wrong.
This world is like this, if you don't kill someone, others will kill you.
If Li Le is not as capable as the Ming Tianjiao and is beheaded by the Ming Tianjiao, then his fate will be the same as Li Le's treatment of the Ming Tianjiao.
Good people cannot survive in this cruel dark forest.
Otherwise, there will be no good people, and the good people will not live long, and the disaster will last for thousands of years.
Seeing the body of Ming Tianjiao being taken away by Li Le, many people's demeanor changed. Before, they thought that Ming Tianjiao would bring some trouble to Li Le, or at least make Li Le seriously injured and fall to the ground, losing his fighting ability, giving them a chance to take advantage of him.
opportunity.
"What a pity, what a pity! The genius of the Wailing Taoist Sect is still too weak. If he had been stronger, maybe we would have a chance." The powerful Taoist Sect sighed slightly, shook his head, and said.
"What's a pity? In my opinion, this Li Le has not used all his strength. Although his moves seem to use all his strength, I finally feel that something is wrong." There were also evil heretics looking at Li Le, looking around for a long time, and concluded that
One conclusion: "This sword practice is hiding its clumsiness."
"Shilipo Sword God?"
"The big boss who lives in Novice Village?"
All kinds of terrible speculations appeared in their minds, and they didn't know where their thoughts were led.