I want to be innocent, but they don't allow me

Chapter 777 Shameless person.

Floating Life Sword?

No, it should be said that it is the sword intent of floating life!

In the Samsara Sword Sutra, the sword intent is realized in the last reincarnation.

Birth, old age, illness, and death.

Love leads to separation, desire cannot be obtained, hatred meets.

The five elements are burning fiercely.

After nine reincarnations, he finally came to the conclusion that he had seen through the mundane world, as if life was nothing but suffering.

When Li Mu first realized the meaning of the sword, he directly classified the Samsara Sword Sutra into "street literature".

Even so, we have to admit that the sword intent is powerful.

Except for the first two swords, Spring Breeze and Spring Warmth.

After that, Li Mu was unable to use any of the seven swords.

Chen Zhihe is indeed a talented person.

Even a mortal body can get a glimpse of the way of the sword.

To the extent that his first-level strength is enough to defeat gods and humans, he does have the capital to be proud of himself.

It’s a pity that his sword intent in life is a bit biased.

The original meaning of life is the unpredictable changes, just like life itself, which is unpredictable and uncertain.

But he regarded this change as a trick.

It is also about showing weakness to the enemy, and using forbearance and sneak attacks as the purpose of swordsmanship.

This may be the true meaning of the sword of floating life.

Everyone has a different understanding of life and a different comprehension of sword intent.

In fact, Li Mu could have given him some advice, just like he had accidentally given Shanshan some advice.

No matter what!

Li Mu was not a good person.

Besides, I was unhappy with Chen Zhihe, so I could only say sorry.

Li Mu looked down at him, his eyes showing no disdain.

"The sword hides a hidden purpose, showing the enemy weakness and taking advantage of the opportunity to launch a sneak attack?"

"This kind of petty sword intention is really suitable for Master Chen."

Chen Zhihe's face changed and he looked at Li Mu angrily.

"You are more skilled than me, so why do you have to humiliate me?"

Li Mu shrugged his shoulders with a disdainful tone.

"The sword is the gentleman among soldiers. In the name of a gentleman, he does petty thefts. How is he different from a villain?"

Li Mu did not deliberately lower his voice, so many people in the field heard it.

If you really want to be picky, Chen Zhihe's approach is not wrong.

But Li Mu knew how to kill people and destroy their hearts.

"puff!"

Hearing Li Mu's words, Chen Zhihe spat out a mouthful of blood, uttered "you" twice, and then his eyes rolled back and he fainted.

The sword power consumes too much energy for a first-level warrior.

Due to his anger, his injuries were much more serious than if he was really beaten by Li Mu.

In the stands, everyone looked at each other in bewilderment.

It’s because the word “sword intent” is too unfamiliar to the warriors of Kyushu today.

Since when, when warriors practice martial arts, they focus on cultivation rather than the skills.

Everyone is pursuing a higher realm, but no one cares about the original appearance of martial arts.

The emergence of Chen Zhihe seems to have opened up a new way of thinking for many people.

By relying on the sword intent and suppressing the strength to the third level, one can easily defeat a second-level or even first-level opponent.

In the past, this would have been appalling.

Cultivation is everything. It seems natural for high-level warriors to crush low-level warriors, but it loses the flavor of martial arts.

If this is true, then what is the point of fighting and sparring?

It is enough for everyone to show their strength and level.

"Mr. Chen is truly amazing. This has taught me a lesson."

"As expected of a Confucian disciple, I am ashamed, ashamed."

"Mu Li won unfairly to begin with, and even humiliated Master Chen in public. This is a heinous crime!"

"What right does he have! He relies on a sharp weapon to humiliate a person who truly yearns for martial arts. How shameless!"

Everyone sighed, and even Zhao Chuxi couldn't help but look at Li Mu again.

Although Chen Zhihe is annoying, his talent in martial arts is not fake.

And this guy named Mu Li didn't take this fight seriously from the beginning.

This is a great humiliation to the opponent.

"Damn it, I'm going to kill him!"

"Mr. Chen is not even his opponent, what can you do?"

"If you have the guts, don't use the Mohist sword. Does he really think he can defeat Master Chen?"

The crowd was furious, and some elders even planned to ignore the rules of the duel and go on stage to teach Li Mu a lesson.

At this moment, a graceful figure appeared in front of Li Mu.

A stream of water shot out from the gourd on his waist and instantly condensed into a long sword.

Tang Qin held the sword in one hand, with no emotion on her face, and said coldly,

"Tang Qin, the Great Master of Yin-Yang Sect, seeks advice from Master Mu!"

Seeing this, the crowd became excited instantly.

"It's Tang Siming!"

"Tang Siming, don't be so stubborn. Shui Longyin is no small matter. It's obvious that this man has no sympathy for women!"

At the same time, Mo Wuyan stood up and threw the rules in his hand onto the stage.

"Tang girl, go on!"

Someone in the stands had sharp eyes and saw the short ruler clearly. He immediately cried out,

"It's a rule, the fifth rule in the Divine Weapon List!"

However, Tang Qin did not appreciate it. He waved his sleeves and sent the ruler back, saying,

"Thank you for your kindness, Mr. Ju."

"Grandpa, what are you doing!"

Mo Liuying reacted, stood up and glared at Mo Wuyan.

Mo Wuyan's old face turned red and he smiled awkwardly.

Of course he wouldn't say it, he just wanted to see Li Mu get beaten up.

Mo Liuying snorted and ignored him, looking towards Li Mu in the field.

She always felt that Li Mu seemed to have other plans.

"please!"

On the stage, Tang Qin had a blank expression on her face, but her eyes were filled with solemnity.

She knew very well that she was no match for the man in front of her.

But Chuntao and the others haven't arrived yet, so she has no choice but to do so.

She knew very well that the opportunity that Grandma Jiang mentioned to change the reputation of the Yin-Yang family in the eyes of the public was now.

She was amazed at Li Mu's meticulous planning, but also annoyed at her own incompetence.

Now, even though she has made her debut, it is hard to say whether she can win.

If things go wrong, people might look down on the Yin-Yang School.

"Miss Tang, why do you have to do this?"

The corners of Li Mu's lips curled up slightly under the mask, and his tone was very playful.

Tang Qin frowned and opened her mouth, but said nothing. She pointed her sword at Li Mu, intending to strike first.

"Wait a moment!"

Unexpectedly, Li Mu suddenly stopped, looked Tang Qin up and down, and said slowly,

"Miss Tang, how about a bet?"

"No gambling!"

Tang Qin refused immediately and pretended to attack again.

Li Mu's mouth twitched, thinking that this girl was a little rude.

Then he took a step back and said quickly,

"I can suppress you to the same level as you, and fight you using only the Yin-Yang family's methods, but if you lose, you need to agree to one condition of mine."

Tang Qin subconsciously wanted to refuse, but swallowed the words back when they came to her lips.

After a moment's silence, he finally asked in a cold voice,

"What conditions!"

Li Mu thought about it and said,

"I want you to... sit with me at the banquet later and serve me the food and wine."

"Shameless!"

"Tang Siming, don't agree to him! This man is despicable and shameless, and he has bad intentions at first glance."

"I can't stand it anymore. Where's my cane? I'm going to go up on stage and teach him a lesson!"

Before Tang Qin could speak, the crowd in the stands became excited.

Tang Qin's eyes flashed with confusion, and she gritted her teeth and said,

"can!"

"A word is settled!"

Li Mu pretended to be blinded by lust and immediately tied the long sword behind his waist.

Then he clenched his fists, and two balls of red flames wrapped around his fists.

"hiss-----"

"This guy is actually a warlock!"

"When did friendly physique become so worthless?"

In the stands, everyone immediately gasped.