Chapter 823, artifact?

"Bold, I dare to go to the temple of Yunguang."
"court death."
"kill."
On the stone platform around the Sword Square, many monks suddenly violently anger at this moment, directly shot, and attacked Li Muwei.
Obviously, the status is very high.
"Hey, a bunch of flatterers."
Li Mu went out to fight.
Around the six or seven strong men also besieged Li Mu.
boom!
The reincarnation knife slammed a shot, and the figure was dodged, but the back was still in the middle of a hammer, and the pain came, Li Mu suddenly stepped on his feet.
Different powers in the air confront each other.
The law of martial arts strikes between energy and energy.
"These people are very strong."
Li Mu was shocked.
The seven or eight people who shot, the strength is still above Cain and the Ice God.
Is the cultivation above the king's situation?
This is the upper kingdom in the old stick?
Li Mu felt the pressure of the stage.
"Hey, the little mud in the mortal world, do you want to turn the sky?" A horse-faced priest dressed in a bright yellow robe with three yellow beards under his jaw, laughing with a smile, hands and a three-pointed knife like a meteor shower The same, headed for Li Mufei.
Hey.
Li Mu slashed his knife.
The knife is like a snowflake, and the flying knife is flying.
puff!
Li Mu’s shoulders had a bunch of blood flowers.
The blue gun blade, like a viper, rubbed Li Mu’s shoulder and shot at his neck.
The gun was a huge figure that was covered in golden armor and could not be seen.
"roll!"
Li Mu took the blue rifle's gunpoint with his left hand and violently slammed the rifle together with the golden armor giant. He danced like a wind, and the other purple crown young man who rushed to counterattack the attack and flew directly together. .
Everyone around them is discolored.
This Li Mu’s physical strength is really tyrannical, simply humanoid and ferocious, too overbearing.
But at the same time, Li Mu’s back was hammered again.
"puff……"
Li Mu’s footsteps and spills in his mouth.
"Haha, even if it is a iron, I can also become a discus, not to mention your flesh and blood." Holding a sledgehammer, it is a red-red long hair, a bright red armor, the face is cold, With the meaning of chilling.
Li Mu has refused to fight back.
Because there are attacks.
His situation is extremely passive.
Because there are attacks.
This war can be said to be the most sinister battle since Li Mu’s confrontation with the six ancestors, and the seven or eight people who besieged him, and cultivated into the realm, all in the royal world, must be higher than him, suppressing in the infuriating Li Mu, and in the recruitment of warfare techniques and weapons, they are not weak as descendants of God.
puff!
Li Mu had a sword tip on his left shoulder.
He drank, his muscles tightened and he suddenly lost.
Ding!
The long sword was directly broken by him, and the half of the blade remained on the shoulder.
A backhand punch.
boom!
A red woman holding a short sword was beaten with blood and flew out.
At the same time, Li Mu’s waist, with three or four clusters of blood flowers, was hit by several creations.
"It won't work like this..." The eternal priest stood up and just wanted to say something, but he was dragged by the little boy next to him.
"Brothers?" Do not look to the children.
The little boy shook his head and said: "Look."
Do not destroy the Taoist priest: "But..."
"Look." The little boy repeated it again.
Just in the tone, there is another unquestionable tone.
The priests did not stop and slowly sat back.
At this time, in the field, Li Mu is already in the blood.
The monks who were besieging his descendants of the gods were also wounded and the weapons were damaged.
They did not expect that it would be a shame to join forces to besieged Li Mu, but it was still a shame for so long, and Li Mu was wounded and bloody. It looked like a miserable, but the blood was so strong that Wang Yang, the power did not see the slightest weakness, and the fighting spirit was even worse. Strong.
The face of Yunguang's saint is also embarrassing.
"It’s a bunch of waste. For so long, you can’t get a mortal.

She looked at the other people next to her and said coldly: "What are you doing?"
The voice has not fallen.
A series of exclamations and screams suddenly sounded in the field.
The change in the field suddenly occurred.
Just look at the of the bright red armor holding the long-handled warhammer. The warhammer has been smashed into two pieces, and one arm has been cut off. It is impossible to recover at any time. There is a strange golden luster, like gold powder. Applying to the wound, it is very strange.
In addition, the gold price of the gun is also broken, and one hand is broken.
Others exclaimed, and even retreated, they did not dare to approach Li Mu.
In a twinkling of an eye, the situation reversed, and the individuals who besieged Li Mu were injured one by one and retreated in horror. They did not dare to compete with Li Mu. In the twinkling of an eye, two others were injured, and immediately after an injury, they were immediately like ordinary people. Long blood flow, physical strength dissipated, not to mention recovery, actually lost the combat power quickly.
what happened?
Everyone stared at it, but did not know when, Li Mu’s left hand, holding a very strange four-bladed knife, pale gold, flashing with gold awning, waving between, there is a Vatican rune, it is indestructible The strong men of the Imperial Court, in front of this strange blade, are like mud sculptures, they hurt on the shackles, they will break when they touch...
"What weapon is that?"
The priests are not destroyed, their eyes are wide.
The other monks around the Sword Square are also boiling.
treasure?
Artifact?
A pair of eyes, all of a sudden, are concentrated on the four-blade knife that Li Mu holds in his hand.
The perfect face of the cloud-light saint has always been indifferent, but also revealed a trace of wrong color.
"kill!"
In the shortest time, Li Mu defeated the person who besieged himself. He did not waste time to kill him. Instead, he used to fight for the first time, and turned into a streamer. People were like dragons, and their swords were like rainbows.
Shooting people first shoot the horse, and the thief first smashes the king.
This woman is the culprit.
Between the waves, the sound of the screaming of the sacred voice, there is an inexplicable power.
He was also in a hurry. He took this strange weapon he got from the big Buddha in the north and south of Dunhuang Mogao Grottoes to meet the enemy. Who knows, between the ones, the hammer will be crushed as if it were a blow. Broken a mess of sand.
Li Mu immediately realized that the power is far beyond his imagination.
"Give me death."
In Li Mu’s heart, there is a huge killing, and the strange blade points directly to the Yunguang Holy Lady.
"Oh, stupid."
At the foot of Yunguang Shengnv, a petal flowed and floated up. When it was said that it was too late, it turned into a circular shield and blocked it in front of it.
boom!
The round shield is broken instantly.
The power of the power is obviously far beyond her imagination.
"actually……"
Her face changed slightly, her fingerprints were pointed out, her index finger was as delicate as jade, her white hair was tender, and she pointed at the top.
boom!
The loud noises flowed.
Li Mu only felt that there was a distance from the Pei, and the figure was shaken back again.
"Uh……"
The glory of Yunguang is also a sigh.
The tip of the right finger, a drop of golden blood, slowly dripping.
There was an incredible sorrow in her face.
"how come?"
Yunguang Shengn looked at Li Mu’s hand and said, "What weapon are you?"
Li Mu did not speak, the strange blade in the hand, pointed to the cloud light saint, sharply killing, like a tangible airflow, bursting open, silent expression, the direction of the knife in the hand, has explained everything.
"Don't think that with a broken copper and iron, you can challenge me." Yunguang Shengdi faintly smiled, palms down, and the golden blood that fell on the ground was taken back and integrated into the fingertips. "Today, you are dead."
She slowly floated forward and said: "Poor worm, this seat personally shot, let you know, what is Tianwei irresistible, hit your soul and fly, nail your body, under the Qinling Mountain, let all the mortals in this world Know, pick the end of Xianmen."
The stamens under the feet are flowing, silky, and smashed.
The other monks around have also retreated, and it is difficult to bear the horrible pressure from the Cloud Lady. The power of this woman is beyond imagination.
Li Mu is also shocked.
Is this the upper kingdom?
Or to say... on the top of the emperor?
The pressure that this woman brought to him was still above the six major ancestors.
Are the elites of the descendants of God already strong enough?
It is a pity that the strength is so strong, but people are unreasonable. Like cold-blooded animals, they also have great hostility towards the mortal. This kind of person, in the Xuanhuang tribe of the year, is rebellious? Still a warrior?
Li Mu’s warfare burned up.
There is a hole in his hand, but there is no need to display it all at the moment.
Where is the power limit, Li Mu wants to try it on this woman.
The sword is arrogant.
A thousand miles.
Suddenly, a voice came from the side.
"There is no shortage of Buddhas. If there are two tigers fighting together, there will be a wound. Since they are all descendants of Xuanhuang, it is better to stop here. It is better to turn them into jade."
An aerated little boy, actually ignoring the gas field of the two strong men, slowly walked into the square.
"Well? The immortal person of pure Yang?" Yunguang's figure stopped, slightly frowning, said: "Why, are you going to be a mortal mortal mortal?"
The little boy didn't die and smiled a little. He said: "The path is willing to say peace, and the two are better than a smile and enmity. They are all heroes in the world. Why do you have to fight and kill?"
"Oh, your sword of Zhenzong, a pure Yang, was snatched away by the old fish. Now he spoke for his descendants? The pure temperament of the year was not so good for you?"
Yunguang saint sneer.
Li Mu can see that although this woman is rude, she treats the little Taoist child with a slight enthusiasm and a little taboo.
He immediately understood that he had read it wrong before.
It turned out that this Taoist priest, whose status is not dead, is still above the Taoist priests.
"The temper will change." The undead boy smiled and said: "The fairy can't help Li Mu today, why not stop it?"
"Can't I help him?" Yunguang Shengqi sneered: "Between the three moves, I can let him fly away."
Undead children: "The temple of Yunguang, the world is unparalleled, can be broken stars, naturally power is endless, but the saint of the saint can be seen, the four-edged knife in the hands of Li Mu, what is the origin?"
"A sharp, broken copper and iron, can stop me?" Yunguang Holy Lady coldly said.
The little boy smiled: "That's not a sharp bit of broken iron. I don't know if you have heard of the wounded knife under your Highness?"
"Of course I have heard that, that artifact... ah? What do you mean?" Halfway up the Yunguang Holy Proverb, the first time the face appeared a shocking color: "Is the wounded knife in his hand?"