The old beggar's face was ashen. He never expected that the one who survived this time was neither him nor the five women, but Li Muchan, a loser who had been ignored by no one from beginning to end.
He moved his lips, wanting to beg for mercy, but when he reached his lips, he found that he had nothing to say and no reason to beg for mercy, and Li Muchan had no reason to let him go.
Looking at Li Muchan's hands again, the old beggar's face turned green, as if his breath was stuck in his throat, and he said in a loud voice: "White Bone Soul Chasing Palm!"
It is said that a person who has been hit by this palm technique will be invaded by corpse poison all over the body and flow into the limbs and bones. It may not kill the person immediately, but it can make the person's flesh and blood rot from the inside out, making life worse than death.
He was breathing heavily, glanced at the heavy rain outside the temple, and couldn't help but ask: "What is the relationship between you and Dao Twelve?"
Li Muchan didn't answer, but walked quickly to the base of the statue, looked at the damaged hidden weapon inside, pushed it away, then groped deep into the soil, and took out a dark weapon. wooden box.
There are many Buddhist scriptures and Sanskrit texts on the wooden box, among which seven small characters full of ancient rhyme are clearly engraved.
"Clavicle Ecstasy Heavenly Buddha Scroll."
The old beggar had been dumbfounded for a long time, but when he looked at the wooden box and saw the words on it, he suddenly seemed to understand something.
The Demonic Cult is rampant in the West, and it is in the middle of the map. In recent years, it has collected many magical skills and secrets from the world.
For example, in the past, the leader of the "Shen Sword Hall" Bai Bai Yu, who was powerful enough to compete with the "Money Gang", studied the "Bai Family Sword Technique"; Swordsmanship; and the untold secret of the "Xingxiu Sea" in the West, the "Esoteric Mahamudra"; there are even rumors that the "Lianhua Treasure Mirror" written by the "Thousand-faced Young Master" Wang Lianhua and the "King of Kyushu" Shen Tianjun All martial arts are acquired by the Demonic Cult.
The old beggar lay down almost groaning, as if he no longer struggled, and murmured in a weak tone: "The peerless magical power left by the 'One-eyed Man' hundreds of years ago turns out to be real... Boy, if you don't die today, in the future, It must be that top person who can turn everything upside down... It's a pity... The Demon Sect won't let you go, Shangguan won't let you go, the Qinglong Society... That's it, just do it, I will watch you and look at you under the underworld. How far can it go?”
But Li Muchan did not get close to take his life. Instead, he stepped back, remained silent for a moment, and said something meaningful: "You should have caught those hidden arrows just now."
The words fell to the ground, and the old beggar's original appearance of being killed had changed drastically, becoming hideous and ugly, with murderous intent in his eyes, which changed in an instant.
He was hit by an arrow in his leg, and flipped up in the air with his palms on the ground, holding several short hidden arrows between his fingers.
The reason why Li Muchan said this was because he had never heard the sound of a hidden arrow piercing his body before.
The blood stains on it were the hidden weapon that had penetrated the old beggar's palm, and he had hidden it in the confusion.
"The boy shall die..."
The old beggar was soaring in the air, his eyes were cracked, as if he wanted to eat Li Muchan alive. He let out a low roar from his throat, veins popped out in his hands, and blood flowed from the arrow mouth. It was a counterattack on the verge of death.
A man like him, who has been frustrated all his life, has never enjoyed power, fame or fortune, and has never even indulged in women. How can he be willing to watch a little person like Li Muchan casually crushed to death have such a shocking adventure and become the last one? winner.
Even if he dies, he must be buried with him.
But he flew up quickly and fell even faster. Before the hidden weapon could be fired, a very inconspicuous black light suddenly disappeared between his eyebrows.
In an instant, the hysterical and hopeless hatred in the old beggar's eyes disappeared, and he fell back heavily.
"Plum Blossom... Needle!"
With an unbelievable look in his eyes, the old beggar's eyes were stained with blood, and he stared at Li Muchan with unblinking eyes. A scarlet blood stain spread quickly between his eyebrows.
Li Muchan put away the plum blossom needle with an expressionless face, without hesitation, just threw the old beggar into the fire, then grabbed the two bodies of Hu Nu and ran towards the wind and rain.
But not long after, he returned and took the remaining three corpses away with him.
Outside the temple, the wind and rain became even worse, with lightning and thunder and strong winds.
I don’t know how much time passed, but a wisp of breeze seemed to blow in. Looking again, I saw a figure standing under the unburned firelight in the temple.
But not one, but two.
A low but penetrating voice sounded from the shadows beyond the reach of Gein's fire: "Well, the blood hasn't cooled down yet. The traitor is dead, and the five of them are also dead. Who is alive?"
The man standing under the firelight stepped forward to the statue, lifted up his clothes, and sat on the mud platform with a golden sword. He was dressed in elegant clothes like a prince from aristocratic families, with a jade crown tied up his hair, a tall and slender figure, and a light hand. Pressing his right knee, one hand was hanging in the air with slender fingers trembling.
This is a young man.
And there is a flying knife between this man's fingers, which is as flexible as a butterfly flying up and down.
The fire flickered and flickered, illuminating the man's face. It turned out to be a dragon-headed mask made of bronze. It was ferocious and strange, yet full of mystery and terrifying.
Under the mask, a pair of young eyes were flickering, with unfathomable depth.
The man's voice was also very young, and he spoke slowly: "The demon sect members in the city have almost been cleared up. Go to the 'Baihua Forest' to eradicate the remaining remnants."
As soon as he finished speaking, ghostly figures were seen in the wind and rain outside the temple, swaying through the firelight one after another, like locusts passing by, heading towards the flower forest.
The voice in the shadows sounded again: "Your substitute is probably dead too."
The young man played with the throwing knife and said disapprovingly: "He died with great value."
It turns out that the hall master is neither the hall master nor one of the seven dragon heads of the so-called "Blue Dragon Society". Some of them are just stand-ins.
A stand-in was able to lure out all the demon sect members in Luoyang City, which was indeed very valuable.
The voice in the shadow couldn't help but marveled: "So, Shangguan Xiaoxian is really pretending to be stupid."
The young man sitting on the mud platform said casually: "There is nothing surprising about this. Back then, the 'Money Gang' was rampant all over the world and made countless enemies. If the descendants of the Shangguan family didn't pretend to be stupid, even if Jing Wuming and the Flying Swordsman would not leave, they would never leave." It's probably hard to keep her safe. Moreover, wasn't it because she was attacked and killed as a child that she took advantage of the situation to hide her clumsiness? She was already so scheming at such a young age that even her own mother was kept in the dark. She really had the blood of Shangguan Jinhong in her bones. Blood."
As the fire slanted, the person in the shadow floated out. It turned out to be a woman dressed in white and snowy, and she also had a grotesque and terrifying dragon-headed mask on her face.
But upon closer inspection, the masks worn by the two are different, with different details and textures, as if traces of distinction were intentionally left when they were cast. The former is evil and awe-inspiring, while the latter is feminine and treacherous.
The woman's eyes shone like the bright moon, her waist was slender, and her skin was as white as jade. She glanced at the old beggar's body that had long since turned into charcoal, and suddenly said, "Do you think she can also acquire Shangguan Jinhong's martial arts?"
The young man paused while playing with the flying knife, raised his voice a little, and said with a cold smile: "That would be even better. The world is turbulent and there are many heroes. Wouldn't it be boring without the 'dragon and phoenix double rings'? Besides, it is said that Xiao Li's flying knife is not good at all." The enemy has the double rings of dragon and phoenix. If Shangguan Jinhong had not been too conceited, she would not have ended up in ruins... If she dared to show off the double rings, I would try a flying knife. Xiao Li's flying knife can defeat it, and so can my flying knife. it."
The woman suddenly changed her subject and said in a cold voice: "You should take care of the situation in Luoyang. The Demon Sect is about to advance eastward, and all forces in the world are rising one after another. If there is a slight mistake, this battle will be doomed."
It was like a warning. After saying this, the woman drifted into the rain and walked away.
"Double rings of dragon and phoenix?"
The young man stood up slowly, the flying knife in his hand disappeared suddenly, and there was an indescribable bright cold light in the rain, which disappeared in an instant.
Just when I regained my composure and looked back, I saw that the temple was empty and no one was there.
