I Am the Emperor

Li Mushen didn't need to think about it, he knew that Yan Ting Sheng and several people were sent by Leng Qiutian.

Unexpectedly, this Leng Qiutian is so eager to get rid of him!

Yan Tingsheng looked at Li Mushen with a sneer, "Although you are lucky to come out of Tongling Mountain, we have been waiting here for a long time. Are you going to kill yourself, or let us help you?"

The remaining four Jiaolong disciples also looked at Li Mushen with malicious intent, with killing intent in their eyes.

"Self-break." Li Mushen shook his head and said lightly, "You should help me."

"Okay!"

Yan Tingsheng made a move, and with a clanging sound, a long sword was pulled out.

His eyes were ruthless, and he said, "A cripple, death is your best destination."

After the words were finished, a sword was cut out, directly taking Li Mushen's life.

Li Mushen still stood indifferently, his expression was calm, and he didn't seem to care about this sword from Yan Ting Shengzhan!

Seeing this, the other Jiaolong disciples sneered, this Li Mushen was still as arrogant as ever!

Looking at Li Mushen, they seemed to have seen the scene of Li Mushen's head being chopped to the ground, blood spurting between his necks.

However, the final result was far beyond their expectations.

When the long sword came and was only three inches away from Li Mushen, Li Mushen moved.

He still held the silver-spine dragon's tail with his left hand, stretched out his right hand, and flicked his index finger!

Click!

With a crisp sound, the long sword was flicked by Li Mushen's index finger, and it snapped in half!

An irresistible force poured into the body of Yan Tingsheng through the broken sword.

Yan Tingsheng's face suddenly changed greatly, the whole person flew out, smashed heavily on the ground, groaned, and a mouthful of blood spurted out!

One move, hit hard!

"Senior Brother Tingsheng!"

"Damn trash, how dare you injure Senior Brother Tingsheng!"

The four Jiaolong disciples who were present shouted angrily.

At the same time, their hearts were also full of shock. Isn't this Li Mushen a cripple?

Why does he have such a powerful strength, how is this possible? !

Li Mushen looked at them with indifferent eyes.

Under his gaze, the four Flood Dragon disciples kept their mouths shut and did not dare to speak. They only felt that the whole body fell into the ice cave, and their whole body was frozen, with a creepy feeling!

Li Mushen withdrew his gaze, grabbed the silver-backed dragon's tail with his left hand, and slowly walked towards Yan Tingsheng.

chi chi chi...

The sound of the huge body being dragged sounded, and the fierce power came, and the huge body of the silver-spine dragon was revealed in front of everyone.

The Jiaolong disciples who were present saw this scene, and they stepped back in panic, their eyes widened, their eyes were full of disbelief, and even their faces became extremely pale at this moment!

"This is... is..."

How terrifying is the ferocious power emanating from the silver-spine dragon, the relict from the beginning!

It's astounding!

The few Flood Dragon disciples present were unable to say a word now!

Didn't this Li Mushen lose his spiritual blood, his cultivation base was abolished, and he was completely reduced to a crippled person? !

How did this corpse of the primordial seed come from? !

What made them even more astonished was that this primordial relic was like a hill, how could ordinary warriors be able to drag it?

Even Yan Tingsheng, who was seriously injured and fell to the ground, was pale and frightened at this time.

Is this still the trash Li Mushen?

Tapping. . .

Li Mushen walked very slowly, and he came to Yan Tingsheng.

Yan Tingsheng was frightened in his eyes, and his voice trembled in fear.

"You...what do you want to do?"

Yan Tingsheng wanted to step back, but he was severely injured and fell to the ground, unable to move at all!

Looking at Li Mushen in fear, his body couldn't help shaking.

"As a disciple of the Asura Holy Land, but taking action against the same door, you deserve to die." Li Mushen said lightly.

"No...no...don't...Yan Tingsheng shook his head quickly, begging for mercy from Li Mushen.

"Li Mushen, this... It's none of my business, this is what Senior Brother Leng asked me to do, no matter my business."

Li Mushen didn't speak, but slowly stretched out his hand and pinched his throat under the look of Sage Yanting's panic and begging for mercy.

click —

A crisp voice sounded, Yan Tingsheng's begging for mercy stopped abruptly, and the whole body seemed to have lost all strength and was powerless to hang down.

The remaining four Jiaolong disciples who were present saw this scene, their bodies were shaking, and there was no blood on their pale faces!

You must know that although Saint Yan Ting's cultivation is only in the realm of opening the pulse, the power of the flesh has reached the power of two tigers!

But in the hands of Li Mushen, there is no ability to resist!

Then, how can they resist the attack of Li Mushen?

Without any hesitation, the four Jiaolong disciples turned around and fled!

However, how could Li Mushen let the four Jiaolong disciples escape from his eyes?

"Since you're here, let's all stay." Li Mushen said lightly.

After speaking, four streamers have been ejected.

call out! call out! call out! call out!

Desperate screams sounded, and the bodies of the four Flood Dragon disciples who escaped could not be avoided at all.

Hit by the four streams of light, fierce and tyrannical power poured into their bodies.

In an instant, the four Flood Dragon disciples died on the spot!

After killing the five disciples of the Shura Holy Land, Li Mushen's eyes did not change, and he dragged the corpse of the silver-spine dragon away from the place.