C11 Killing a martial master

When Li Mushen returned from the Yellow Spring Desert with his Cultivation Level as a martial master, he originally thought that he would be able to take revenge with the Archaic inheritance he had obtained. However, he was not a match for Wang Shitu, who was at the peak of the Nine-star Martial Master.

At that time, even though Li Mushen had escaped, he was still injured on the verge of death, and didn't recover until a year later.

And after that, the Wang Family was like the sun in the sky as they rose up from the remote Wanzhou City, becoming a colossus that not even Li Mushen could go against.

Li Mushen did not care about Wang Shitu. What he meant was Wang Zifeng, who was about to return.

The number one genius of the Wang Family!

Wang Zifeng practiced martial arts at the age of three, broke through Wu Xuan at the age of seven, and at the age of twelve, entered the Eastern Wasteland Immortal Academy to cultivate using a martial master's Cultivation Level. Now, three years had passed, and it was the day of Wang Zifeng's first visit to his home.

In his previous life, because he had escaped, although Li Mushen did not know when Wang Zifeng would return, he guessed that it would be in these few days.

At this time, Li Mushen dodged Wang Shitu's blade and thought about his previous life's Wang Zifeng's peerless might.

He was one of the most talented individuals in the Eastern Wastelands. He was far from something that he could fight against in his previous life.

Wang Shitu fought with everything he had, but he did not think that Li Mushen did not care about him at all, even when they were fighting, he was able to split his focus and think about other things.

Seeing that Li Mushen was in a disadvantageous position, Wang Lengyue took the opportunity to strike with her palm.

Li Mushen came back to reality and stabbed Wang Lengyue's arm with his sword.

Wang Lengyue did not dare to sneak attack him, and retreated while hugging her injured arm, and at the same time shouted to the surrounding Wang Clan disciples: "Go together, kill him!"

Under Wang Lengyue's command, the Wang Clan disciples, wielding her weapon, once again rushed forward.

"Go back!"

Wang Shitu shouted.

As a Family Head, couldn't he kill a small Wu Xuan? If they wanted the disciples of the clan to attack together, then what would be the face of a Martial Master?

Li Mushen looked around at the surrounding Wang Clan disciples who had stopped, "Wang Shitu, you alone are not a match for them.

"Arrogant!" Wang Shitu's eyes were bloodshot as he said solemnly: "You forced me to do this."

Wang Shitu's blade had accumulated Spirit Strength, and turned red like fire.

This was Wang Shitu's Psionic Skills, Blood Moon Cut!

The broadsword was terrifying as it rushed forward with an unparalleled aura.

Li Mushen no longer dodged, he clashed with it head on, and waved the sword in his hand, once, twice …

In that instant, he waved it hundreds of times, stirring up the surrounding Spiritual Qi of Heaven and Earth, forming a white barrier made of Ancient spirit strength.

As the blade struck down, the power gushed out like a flood that had burst a dike. Dust flew into the air, blocking out the sunlight.

Several Wang Clan disciples s suffered from the aftermath of the Blood Moon Cut and cried out miserably.

Wang Shitu gasped for breath, a pair of tiger-eye stared fixedly at the churning dust in front of him.

"Even a four star Martial Master would not be able to block this Blood Moon Beheader. I don't believe that he will still be alive!" Wang Shitu thought.

At this moment, a white awn flashed past.

Li Mushen actually broke through the rolling dust, and under Wang Shitu's shocked and panicked expression, his sword pierced through Wang Shitu's head.

Clang!

The blood-red greatsword fell to the ground.

Pulling out his sword, Wang Shitu fell to the ground and died.

His eyes were wide open, and he died with grievance.

"Family Head is dead!"

As the dust flew in the air, Wang Clan disciples, with his sharp eyes, saw Li Mushen kill Family Head and let out a miserable cry.

When the dust settled, the Wang Clan disciples who was covered in dust could not believe that the Family Head was killed by Li Mushen.

Wang Lengyue hugged her injured arm, her pupils contracted as she muttered to herself, "Impossible, how is this possible? My father is dead. "

Tears streamed down's face, and he said with sorrow, "Li Mushen, you killed my Wang Clan disciples! Kill my father! I want you to die! "

Li Mushen said indifferently: "You have done it yourself, but cannot live on. Yesterday, your Wang Family was the first one to do it, today, I will do it for fifteen. I told you before, I will eliminate your Wang Family."

Wang Lengyue opened her mouth, but could not say anything. She looked at Li Mushen, and a pleading look of regret appeared in her eyes.

"It's useless. I will keep my promise."

Wang Clan disciples shouted angrily. She wanted to take revenge for Family Head, so she charged forward with red eyes.

blood-light splattered everywhere, as miserable cries filled the air. Wang Clan disciples who were rushing over were killed mercilessly by Li Mushen.

Corpses were strewn all over the ground, and blood was flowing everywhere.

After over twenty Wang Clan disciples s died, the Wang Clan disciples was finally afraid. Seeing this youth who killed without batting an eye, they fearfully threw away the weapons in their hands and escaped from the Wang Family.

In the end, other than a few disciples from the Wang Family who were not afraid of death being killed by Li Mushen, the rest of the Wang Clan disciples s all escaped.

Wang Lengyue stood there in despair, her entire body trembling, every person Li Mushen killed, would cause her heart to be even more afraid.

Under the scorching hot sun, Li Mushen's entire body was drenched in blood. He stood there calmly with the sword in his hand, his gaze deep and profound.

"Do you know why I didn't kill you last night? Because I want you to see it with your own eyes. "

"Demon!" Demon! You are a demon! "

Wang Lengyue could not take it anymore and screamed.

The sunlight shined on the sword blade and released a bright light, Li Mushen raised his sword and slashed towards Wang Lengyue.

"Li Mushen, you murderous demon, even if you turn into a ghost, I won't let you go."

Wang Lengyue cursed in despair, she was no longer cold, like a mad woman.