Seeing this scene, the old beggar seemed to have seen a ghost, and his eyes almost popped out of his head.
This person is actually Li Muchan?
How could this person be Li Muchan?
"You...can actually...know martial arts?"
Li Muchan looked nervous, his face was cold and pale, and his temples were sweating. Although he acted decisively, it was really uncomfortable for him to kill someone for the first time.
He also understood that with just this move, he would be entering this turbulent, treacherous and treacherous world from now on.
Senran's sharp eyes trembled slightly, and immediately became stable, more stable than ever before; but in those calm eyes, a faint green fire was rising, as if even the eye sockets were dyed blue, cold and green, The eyes are still filled with scarlet blood, which makes people shudder.
Screaming together, the remaining three women reacted immediately.
"You deserve to die!"
The two whip shadows stood like wild snakes, as dexterous as living creatures, bypassing the two orchids, and rolled towards Li Muchan amidst the angry shouts.
As if Li Muchan had anticipated this scene, she raised her arms, pulled back her hands, and retreated without any hesitation.
The gray shirt he was wearing had broad sleeves. It fluttered at this moment, like two crane wings rising in the wind. They spread and turned, and two pale and bloody palms spit out from the sleeves in an instant, with blue veins exposed. The Qi and blood flowing under the skin seemed to have thick ink overflowing, instantly staining the hands with a frightening blue-black color.
With a flip of his palm, he repelled a sharp whip shadow that swept across his face.
Everything happened in a flash of lightning, and the brief encounter was full of surprise and suspicion.
The two women reversed their attack, and the old beggar was able to breathe. He quickly swallowed a mouthful of blood, broke away from the soft whip wrapped around his neck, stumbled, stared at the ghostly Li Muchan and said in shock: "Ah, the ghost door? What are you doing? Did you learn the evil skills of the Ghost Sect?"
The cold fire in Li Muchan's eyes became more intense, and he said softly: "Old ghost, don't get me wrong, I'm not saving you, because I feel that since I want to avenge others, I should do it myself, otherwise you will die a thousand times. Even if I try it ten thousand times, I won’t feel happy.”
He wanted to kill the old guy with his own hands.
"You cut me so many times and let me die like this. It's too easy for you." Li Muchan leaned against the statue, his hands hanging naturally by his side, his fingers stretched out, and his eyes moved as he looked at the five women. , "Besides, the Yin Qi in them is extremely strong, stronger than the more than forty corpses in the flower forest. I...I want to kill them too."
"Revenge?" The old beggar was stunned when he heard this, "You mean Dao Twelve? Are you and him..."
At this point, the old beggar suddenly stopped talking.
He suddenly discovered that the coward in his eyes was not only not coward, but was actually extremely sophisticated and scheming.
He looked at Li Muchan's hands again, with a look of fear in his eyes.
This is a poison palm, which uses corpse poison as its strength.
Fortunately, the weather was still shallow, otherwise Li Muchan wouldn't have waited until now to secretly use his secret move. He was obviously not sure; and the move just now was still clumsy, and even his movement skills were not up to par.
But these hands... The old beggar's eyes showed greed. He was already sure that Li Muchan's practice time must be very short, but it was amazing that he could parry the soft whip that broke stone and divided gold in just a few days.
The two Hu Ji were seriously injured in one move, and now they were lying in the arms of the other three women. They had too much air coming out and not enough air coming in. They were dead within a few moments.
There was still a hint of black energy permeating the wound, and the blood veins and tendons were like ink lines, clearly infected by corpse poison.
The old beggar's eyes suddenly brightened, and he saw Li Muchan's right hand trembling slightly at his side. It turned out that he was still defeated, and he sneered: "Boy, you are far from perfect for a beginner!"
As he spoke, the sound of piercing the air suddenly rose, but seeing the three women's phoenix eyes filled with evil, they took action again.
What came out this time was not a soft whip. With a shake of his hand, dozens of small embroidery needles were seen swishing towards Li Muchan and the old beggar in his sleeves.
The old beggar spat blood foam, his eyes were gloomy, he reached out and took off his brocade clothes, lifted it up with one hand, and the brocade clothes spun around, catching all the needle rain from the sky.
He shook his clothes with his hands to stop the needle, and kept sweeping with his feet. The ignited pile of firewood suddenly scattered into a rain of fire. At the same time, he shook the brocade clothes in front of him, and the flying needles he held flew upside down. And back.
The three women snorted coldly, and without even thinking about it, they quickly rolled up their whips and rolled up the corpses of the two Hu women in front of them.
The old beggar took the needle and shook his clothes in one go, and even Li Muchan was covered in it.
Li Muchan's reaction shocked everyone. When the needle rain came, he tapped his toes on the ground, stretched his arms by his sides, and fell straight down.
It was about to touch the ground, but just a few inches away. Instead, it was hovering in mid-air, supported only by its toes. Its body was slanted and straight, and it looked like it was hanging in the air, like a stiff corpse.
The old beggar's eyes suddenly hardened, and he shouted strangely: "What a good boy, you have even learned the 'Shadowless Zombie Step'."
But Li Muchan didn't hover for a moment before he fell to the ground, causing the old beggar to laugh strangely: "I'm not good at studying... kill this cunning boy first."
The three women seemed to hate Li Muchan very much. The shadow of the whip turned sharply and struck directly.
The old beggar cringed and squeezed in, turning his elbows and wrists at the same time. In just a few steps, his hands had transformed into more than a dozen famous close-quarter killing moves and grappling stunts. For a moment, the firelight was filled with layers of fire. Claw shadow.
Li Muchan didn't panic, and simply rolled on the spot, and he had already rolled behind the statue.
"Come die!"
The old beggar ran around in pursuit.
The red-haired barbarian girl had a sinister look in her eyes, and she swung her whip around for several times. Then she shook the long whip with all her strength, stretching out like a python. The whip was shaken straight upright, and then she whipped it out in the air with a frightening wind, like a knife. The ax is coming with great force.
The methods of the other two women were almost the same as the former, with three long whips intertwining like a big net in mid-air.
These three whips not only covered the old beggar and Li Muchan, but also the statue of the god.
There was lightning and thunder outside the temple, and three lightning bolts were seen inside the temple.
with no doubt.
"boom!"
There was an explosion, and the clay statue exploded on the spot, disintegrating inch by inch.
But in the commotion of the riot, the Yi girl who was the first to take action was seen staggering back, her charming face covered with short arrows and hidden arrows, her eyes filled with disbelief, and she could only take a few steps back. , he died and fell to the ground.
The old beggar limped backwards, his face full of pain. Not to mention there were several bloody holes on his fleshy palms, and a hidden arrow pierced his thigh. He also hissed in disbelief: "Ah, this is Where did the hidden weapon come from? Who made the hidden weapon?"
The remaining two women were not much better. They had several blood holes all over their bodies and were vomiting blood constantly.
When the dust and smoke dissipated, everyone suddenly realized that there was a murderous intention hidden in the void under the statue. They were all hidden weapons.
"You...you..." the old beggar kept wailing, looking at Li Muchan who was getting up in disgrace, and it took him a long time to say a complete sentence, "Have you already laid an ambush?
Naturally, this hidden weapon was not buried by Li Muchan, but by Dao Twelve.
One of the two women was a Han woman, and the other was a Hu woman outside the Great Wall. At this moment, she was seriously injured and knew that she had no chance of winning. She didn't care about anything else, so she turned around and ran away.
Wind and rain rush in.
Li Muchan's hair was flying, and her shoulders, hands, and knees hadn't moved, her arms hadn't been raised, and her feet hadn't been raised. But under the old beggar's wide-eyed gaze, the other person had slid out straight, his feet The toes touched the ground, leaving two shallow marks on the ground, causing gusts of cold wind to follow the two women into the rain.
The old beggar's cheeks were trembling, and he struggled to get up quickly, trying to escape.
But before he could stand firm, a flash of lightning flashed outside the temple, and a cloud of wind and rain suddenly poured in.
The sparks were about to extinguish, and the old beggar fell to the ground again, squinting his eyes to take a quick look, and soon his scalp became numb.
But under the lightning and thunder, in the pouring rain, a thin figure stood at the door, holding a lifeless and limp corpse in his hands, one on the left and one on the right. His eyes were like ghost fire, and his eyes were full of ghostly aura.
Li Muchan walked into the rain and said softly: "How do you want to die?"
