0937. Two Saints of Swords

Li Mu reacted belatedly.

"Brother Mu..." A smile appeared on Wang Shiyu's face, and a tear that was as crystal clear as her diamond soul fell from the corner of her eyes. "Can you forgive me now?"

Li Mu's heart suddenly seemed to be seized by some force.

He knew that what she was talking about was that on the Shenzhou Continent planet, she finally chose the inheritance of the Mingguang Immortal Emperor and secretly slaughtered many martial arts sects. Although they were all evil sects, the methods she adopted were indeed ruthless. Li Mu actually investigated the inside story at that time. Although he didn't say anything, many people could feel Wang Shiyu's alienation.

Later, before Li Mu left to return to Earth, he hoped that Wang Shiyu could put aside the grudges in the martial arts world and return to Earth. This was somewhat of a way of letting things go, which was regarded as another chance given to Wang Shiyu by Li Mu deep in his heart.

But Wang Shiyu rejected the invitation.

After witnessing the powerful power of warriors, especially when he was able to practice initially and gain superhuman strength, Wang Shiyu was intoxicated with this process of growing stronger and decided to stay in the Chinese continent.

This choice disappointed Li Mu.

Later, Li Mu never saw Wang Shiyu again.

The two people were obviously childhood sweethearts, and Li Mu also treated Wang Shiyu's parents as his own parents, but there was always a barrier between the two. Even if they didn't meet, they knew each other well.

The last time I heard about Wang Shiyu was that she cultivated to the realm of Broken Void on the Shenzhou Continent planet, and finally broke through the void and soared into the galaxy. Since then, there has been no news about Wang Shiyu.

And just after Wang Shiyu disappeared, Wang Yanyi appeared.

The time points completely coincide.

Think about the cold and ruthless sword god Wang Yanyi on the home planet of the White Fox Clan. He stayed away from everyone else, but he helped him again and again. Then think about the past since he met Wang Yanyi, Li Mu In my heart, I don’t know what it feels like.

The former school beauty, the woman whom he despised, had always been secretly guarding him, and this was still the case during this trip to the Immortal Palace.

She could have left, but in order to guard the door of the hall, she chose to fight like a moth to a flame, facing an enemy that was impossible to defeat.

Ding dong!

The rusty sword flew back and landed in Wang Shiyu's hand.

A shocking blow consumed all the energy inside, and it turned back into rust, dull and dull like tatters picked out of a garbage dump.

"Xiaoyu, Xiaoyu, hold on." Li Mu's heart was as sharp as a knife.

Wang Shiyu did not shake the rusty sword next to her.

She raised her hand with difficulty to touch Li Mu's cheek.

There once was a chance, she chose the sword and gave up Li Mu, but this time, she has understood what the most precious thing in life is, and will not make the wrong choice again.

"Mu...Brother Mu...you, please forgive Xiao Yu, okay?" Wang Shiyu's eyes were shining with the last light of his life.

Li Mu finally couldn't help crying.

He reached out and held Wang Shiyu's little hand, which was as cold as a lifeless stone. He gently pressed his cheek against the palm of his little hand and said, "It's my turn to say this, Xiaoyu, can you forgive me?" ."

Wang Shiyu's smile bloomed like a flower after the rain on the face that had lost its luster.

"I want to go home," she murmured.

Li Mubei came from it.

He has clearly felt that his life force is flowing away at an irreversible speed like sand in an hourglass. The secret technique he used before completely consumed Wang Shiyu's originally extremely powerful life. In order to protect this door, the girl did not hesitate at all. , completely betting everything on himself.

"Okay, I'll take you home."

Li Mu held this girl with a wandering fate tightly in his arms, fearing that if he let go, she would disappear like a bubble in his life.

Under the steps of the main hall, Song Yu and Cangou stood quietly.

Song Yu rubbed her nose: "You're a fucking dog, why are you crying?"

Tears were shining in the stupid dog's eyes: "You're a fucking enemy who is chasing Li Mu. Your eyes are red. If you talk nonsense, I'll bite you to death."

call--!

The wind rotates, and the space seems to be filled with clouds and smoke.

Li Mu looked up.

The man in white who was stabbed into thousands of pieces by the rusty sword appeared again in the gathering of space elements.

This time, his figure was no longer blurry, but became extremely clear.

The Emperor of the Void.

Of course he didn't die.

How could the emperor, who had inherited the destiny of heaven and earth, fall like this?

Song Yu and Silly Gou were startled, one person and one dog, with horrified expressions on their faces.

Especially Song Yu, even he didn't notice it. At this moment, he suddenly hoped that it would be better if the Void Emperor had not been resurrected.

Li Mu immediately noticed the appearance of the Void Emperor.

But he didn't even look at this aloof martial arts master.

Li Mu raised his hand to cover Wang Shiyu's eyes to prevent her from seeing them. Li Mu smiled and said, "Let's go, Xiaoyu, let's go home right now..."

The smile on Wang Shiyu's face gradually stiffened, and then her little hands hung down weakly.

The breath of soul and life completely dissipated in her body.

Li Mu hugged her and stood there blankly.

This moment of despair seemed like the most important thing in life was lost forever and could never be found again.

The bright light from outside shone in from the temple gate and fell on Li Mu. Behind him, a long shadow was outlined, and then the shadow was swallowed up by the darkness deep in the temple. Such a scene seemed like a scene. A color sketch with a black and white frame, the still Li Mu and Wang Shiyu in his arms are the protagonists in the painting.

The Void Emperor stood at the door of the temple.

He glanced at Li Mu and then at Wang Shiyu. The focus of his eyes was still on the rusty long sword.

The power of the void gathered and circulated, rolling towards the rusty sword.

The rusty sword abandoned by Wang Shiyu seemed to have lost its life, without any fluctuations. It was lifted by the power of the void and came to the front of the Emperor of the Void.

The Void Emperor stretched out his hand and grabbed the rusty sword.

Buzz!

The rusty sword shook slightly.

An invisible force shook the Void Emperor's hand away.

It's a real shock.

Even if the power of the Void flows in the Emperor's palm, no matter how the Emperor of the Void holds it, he cannot control this rusty sword that has been thrown into the trash without being picked up.

The look of disbelief was revealed in the eyes of the Void Emperor.

This kind of surprise was even worse than when his projection was chopped into millions of pieces by a sword.

"This sword does not belong to you."

A voice comes across thousands of time and space.

The Emperor of the Void suddenly raised his head, his gaze was like a divine sword. Suddenly, wherever he looked, the void was flowing like smoke and ash. Unknown how many space barriers folded and penetrated, but what he saw in his eyes was, and nothingness in time.

Not belonging to this world plane?

The Void Emperor suddenly became extremely vigilant.

He felt a hint of danger.

At this time, in the void, a projection flowed down, and a figure in green clothes appeared, with the phantom of a rusty sword and a magic sword behind him. He was young and handsome, with sword-like eyebrows and starry eyes, and an extremely chic temperament.

"Two Saints of Swords and Swords, I am the only one who is supreme. I have cultivated great catastrophes and proven my magical powers."

The eyes of the young man in green were startled, and the great pressure made the Void Emperor almost breathless.