Dream Master of Realms

Brother Li, why is this dance music so long? Can we cut into a song? Nie Feng said.

Keep it up, I can't stand this dance, but Fire Qilin can't stand it even more! Li Mu replied.

Stop dancing together, I can kill the fire unicorn. Bu Jingyun said with a dark face.

Brother Yun, beating him to death is different from beating him to death. If you wait a little longer, it will be easier to beat him. We need to be more cautious. Li Mu said, Everyone, please relax. In the future, it will only be spread that we killed Huo Qilin, but There is absolutely no way of knowing how Huo Qilin died...

…

Nie Feng didn't care at all how Huo Qilin died. He held Bu Jingyun with his left hand and Mingyue with his right hand, stepping on it and imitating the little swan happily. Now he felt like he wanted to die.

The same was true for Bu Jingyun. Ever since he started dancing, his face had sunk as deep as the bottom of a pot.

Mingyue is a little better.

Jian Chen hasn't spoken for a long time. He once thought that Li Xiao was his friend and he could accept everything from his friend, but now, he just wants to stay away from this friend.

Everyone can't understand why there are such anti-human magical powers in the world.

There is simply no way for people to survive.

If they weren't indebted to Tianji Sect for their huge favor, even if they were killed, they wouldn't be willing to associate with people from Tianji Sect...

They had imagined the scene of fighting a unicorn on fire countless times, but they never imagined that it would eventually turn into such a weird situation.

Amidst the brisk music, Huo Qilin was clearly crying.

That is a mythical beast that has plagued the martial arts world for hundreds of years!

I was tortured to tears by the people from Tianji Sect!

It's too awful!

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When Li Mu and Mr. Feng appeared, the world was no longer the pure world!

Song, song, song!

Dance, dance, dance!

Different languages, various styles of dance.

Mingyue once told Nie Feng that there might be a huge world hidden behind Tianjimen.

Nie Feng didn't believe it, but now, he believes it!

From the moment he met Li Mu, he hadn't danced a single repetitive dance yet!

Even a sect as large as the Tianxiahui cannot study so many different types of songs and dances...

Looking at Huo Qilin opposite, spinning on his toes with a look of pain, Nie Feng couldn't imagine what the world would be like in the future after the Tianjimen rises!

after all.

Mr. Feng is still young.

Shouldn't it be that when we meet in the future, we won't do martial arts but dance?

When he thought of this, Nie Feng had the urge to retreat into seclusion and never be interested in worldly affairs again.

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Sharing misery and fate.

For people who have never practiced ballet, forced dance is definitely a kind of torture, and the same goes for people who practice martial arts.

not to mention.

Swan Lake is a large-scale ballet with four acts totaling nearly two hours.

They have been dancing for almost an hour!

My endurance is okay, but I can’t hold my toes!

Mr. Feng had tears in his eyes: Brother, it's almost done! My feet hurt a lot.

I'm in pain too! Li Mu was sweating profusely, and his calves felt like they were spinning. No matter how straight you are, I remember that there are still 32 single-leg three-dimensional rotations to be done later. Junior sister, if you want to succeed, You have to be tough on yourself...

The words have not yet finished.

Nie Feng's heart trembled, his face changed drastically, and he hurriedly said: Brother Li, it's almost the same, don't jump anymore, we will try our best to help you keep the Fire Qilin here.

Jian Chen repeatedly echoed: Nie Feng is right, Huo Qilin has lost his fighting spirit. I have a move that is inexplicably sad. I have never been able to understand the state of mind that the master said, and I can't use it. But at this moment, it should be enough, and it can definitely cause serious damage. Fire Qilin...

Mingyue smiled bitterly and said: If we jump anymore, our legs will get cramps!

Bu Jingyun spoke concisely and said in a deep voice: Stop dancing together and we will kill the Fire Qilin!

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to be honest.

The four of them were almost driven crazy by the little swan.

Can dancing cygnets actually improve one's own morale?

This was an unexpected gain. Li Mu glanced at the high-spirited Nie Feng and others, and smiled slightly: Okay! I leave the Fire Qilin to you!

call!

The sound of venting in unison.

I didn’t cry when I dropped my arm, and I didn’t cry when I was dancing, but after Li Mu said these words, Bu Jingyun, the god of death who doesn’t cry, actually felt like crying.

It’s not easy!

Mr. Feng quickly stopped dancing.

The music stopped suddenly.

Plop!

Fire Qilin fell heavily to the ground.

Nie Feng stretched out his hand, sucked up the Xue Drinking Knife, and rushed towards the Fire Qilin without hesitation: Brother Li, leave the Fire Qilin to us, don't dance together anymore!

Bu Jingyun's figure was faster than him, he picked up the Wushuang Sword on the ground like lightning, and rushed into Huo Qilin's side, with a desperate posture, completely ignoring the high temperature damage caused by the scorching flames.

Get the Hero Sword.

A sad sword intention condensed on Jian Chen's body.

The sword move that Jian Chen had never realized was actually used. The sword energy spread horizontally and formed a sword net, covering the fire unicorn.

In order to prevent Mr. Feng from continuing to use Dancing Together, everyone exerted their full strength.

Roar!

The sword net injured Huo Qilin first.

The fire unicorn was still adjusting its limbs, and was completely unprepared when it was hit, causing it to let out a shrill scream.

Immediately afterwards, Xueyin's knife slashed at its neck. Fire Qilin howled miserably again, shook its head suddenly, and sent Xueyin's knife flying out.

Subsequently.

It broke through the sword net and ignored the frenzied bombardment of Nie Feng and the others. It glared at Mr. Feng with its red eyes and stopped breathing flames. It moved its iron hooves and rushed towards her crookedly.

After performing a difficult dance for more than an hour, Fire Qilin's limbs twitched and it felt like none of its four legs belonged to it!

Still, it rushes toward the culprit.

Looking at the posture, it would not be able to pass this hurdle without tearing Mr. Feng into pieces. Unlike humans who were tortured by the dance, Huo Qilin only wanted to take revenge on the spot.

Mr. Feng can always get the maximum hatred value easily.

Seeing Huo Qilin coming over, Mr. Feng's expression suddenly changed, he screamed, and subconsciously took a step back, hiding behind Li Mu.

Li Mu stood in front of Mr. Feng and fired a shield at the fire unicorn. However, it did not affect the revenge-obsessed fire unicorn at all. Only Mr. Feng remained in its eyes.

Senior brother, do you still want to dance? Mr. Feng asked tremblingly.

Don't jump, we can do it! Nie Feng was the best in Qinggong. With a flash of his body, he was already blocking the front of the Fire Qilin. The Snow Drinking Knife condensed the cold air and struck down on the head.

Immediately after, Jian Chen made another move with a sword net composed of inexplicable grief, blocking Fire Qilin.

The most persistent one was Bu Jingyun. He always stayed close to Huo Qilin's side, the injured side.

While Huo Qilin's attention was all on Mr. Feng and was blocked by Nie Feng and Jian Chen, he inserted the Wushuang Sword heavily into Huo Qilin's old wound with quick hands and eyes.

Roar!

Huo Qilin was in pain, let out a shrill scream, turned around and bit Bu Jingyun.

Bu Jingyun ignored it and pushed the Wushuang sword in with both hands.

puff!

Hot Qilin blood spurted out from the wound and showered his arm. It was the left arm that was reattached for him, and the fabric on Bu Jingyun's arm burned instantly.

Senior Brother Yun!

Nie Feng exclaimed and turned into a tornado, knocking away Bu Jingyun who was still insisting on pushing the sword in.