"Strong ones, come and fight!"
Mo Wu pointed his sword at Li Yun.
His voice resounded throughout the land, like a loud thunderclap, echoing through the sky.
A strong sword energy burst out from his body, rushing straight into the sky, deafening.
Li Yun seemed to be interested and looked over.
"Yes, you must have been a master of swordsmanship before you were forcibly brought into this city, right? Even though you borrowed someone else's body, you were still able to display such great sword skills. This is beyond my expectation!"
Mo Wu's face changed. He didn't expect that Li Yun knew so much.
He was once a world-famous genius, and was ranked among the top three geniuses in their sect.
After igniting the divine fire, he became a true disciple and ranked first in the sect.
With his skill in swordsmanship, no one in the same realm can match him.
However, he did not expect that during one of his training trips, he was spotted by the notorious demon king of the Black Prison, who kidnapped him in front of the elders of his sect.
Their sect is just a second-rate force, and the patriarch of the sect is only at the level of a God King, and a God King whose lifespan is almost exhausted. He doesn't even dare to fart, so how dare he go and pick a fight with the King of Black Prison?
A genius disciple in the Divine Fire Realm is certainly important, but it is still a far cry from a sect with a history of hundreds of thousands of years!
Thus, he became an orphan and was imprisoned in the Black Prison by the King of Black Prison.
There are many people like him in the Black Prison.
Then one by one they turned into inns, cities, rings, small green bottles, and some were even directly refined into a wisp of thought.
People like him and Ping'an Inn are relatively lucky.
Because they still have a complete soul.
But they are also unable to escape the control of the King of Black Prison. As long as they are conscious, they can only obey the orders of their master.
In this life, they can only have this one master!
At this time, Li Yun's voice sounded again.
"I also have a sword, please appreciate it!"
Mo Wu saw a long sword appear in the hand of the man in the void in front of him, and a trace of blood could be vaguely seen on it.
Then he couldn't see anything.
The sky and the earth turned white, as if he was the only one left.
At this moment, he felt as if he was in the ocean, with strong winds blowing all around, turbulent sea waves, and waves of murderous intent coming towards him.
A crack appeared in front of him, the sky was torn apart, the ocean was split in two, and then expanded towards him.
Sizzle...
The Wudi City standing on the coast of Huaihai was also split into two by this terrifying sword light. Countless residents in the city were also annihilated with the appearance of the sword light.
Once they enter Wudi City, their souls will be taken away by Wudi City. If Wudi City is destroyed, they will die.
Since dying early or late is death anyway, it’s better to die cleanly and neatly!
The knife in Mo Wu's hand fell to the ground.
Then his head also lowered, and an illusory soul appeared beside him.
He was a young man in white clothes, with a long sword on his waist, and an outstanding demeanor.
"This is the sword technique I have always dreamed of. What is the name of this sword? What is the name of this technique?"
The young man looked with reverence at the blade light that still remained between heaven and earth.
"This sword is called the God-Slaying Sword, and this method is called God-Slaying!!"
Li Yun spoke.
He had used all his strength in that strike just now, and the God-Slaying Sword almost couldn't hold on. After that strike, the God-Slaying Sword was almost scrapped. If it wasn't recast, it would probably be eliminated from the stage of history!
And when he used all his strength, there were not many people who could take his blow. Even the previous Purple Star God would most likely not be able to take it!
"God-slaying sword? Slay gods? Not bad, a good name, and a very domineering name? Has this sword ever slain a god?"
"That's right! One hundred thousand years ago, this sword was just an ordinary sword, and it cut off the head of a person in the Divine Fire Perfection Realm with one sword!"
The young man looked surprised.
Can an ordinary sword actually cut off the head of a person who has reached perfection in the Divine Fire Realm?
This is difficult to achieve even at the level of a God!
However, the starry sky is so vast that there is nothing strange.
The person in front of him can kill gods with the holy realm, so what is there to be surprised about?
The young man then glanced at Mo Wu, who had just woken up and regained control of his body.
"At least we worked together. Before I die, I will grant you a chance!"
"All your cultivation is based on Wudi City. It's like a duckweed without roots. If Wudi City is destroyed, your cultivation will also be scattered. How much you can comprehend and how much you can retain depends on your luck!"
The young man pointed at Mo Wu, and a milky white aura was transmitted towards Mo Wu.
Li Yun never interrupted him.
Although the Wu Emperor City has been destroyed, Mo Wu's luck has not diminished at all, and has even increased.
He also gave up the idea of killing him.
He is just a young man who has fallen into a realm and is not even at the Dao realm. If he takes action, it would be a loss of face.
As for letting the tiger return to the mountains, Li Yun doesn't care!
If he had let the tiger go, the tiger would have been able to hurt him, and he deserved this disaster.
After a while, the young man stopped moving and Mo Wu fell into a coma.
The young man turned around and bowed deeply to Li Yun.
"Thank you for not taking action, and thank you for your grace in freeing me!!"
This person didn't make a move just now, and naturally he won't make a move now. It seems that he doesn't intend to kill everyone.
Since he could let Mo Wu go, his inheritance would not be cut off, so he naturally had to thank him!
Although this man killed him, he also rescued him from the control of the King of Black Prison. Under the control of the King of Black Prison, he couldn't commit suicide even if he wanted to, so he naturally had to thank him!
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