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However, in the sudden and rapid snow, the fireman flew up into the sky, and then swooped down. He stared at Li Muchan in front of him like a vulture looking for food. His eyes bulged out and turned into a silent black shadow. He threw himself into Lengxiang Garden.
Feeling the terrifying murderous intention behind him, Li Muchan lifted up and down, and slipped gracefully between the plum trees. A strong wind passed by, and suddenly he saw plum blossoms flying all over the sky, mixed with frost and snow, making it difficult to distinguish them from each other.
Suddenly, he was shocked to feel a piercing murderous intent flying towards the back of his neck. He immediately fell to the ground. When he turned over and stood up, there was a strand of broken hair beside his feet, and a black shadow fell in front of him.
The fire envoy turned around and looked with ghastly eyes, half-smile but not a smile: "Dao Twelve, you are also one of the best among us, and now you are running away without fighting. Hehehe, it is really disappointing."
Li Muchan kept walking, moving sideways, and his steps were neither urgent nor slow. He did not speak, but his eyes turned sinister, and his face became cold and stern. His already pale skin became even whiter, and the evil wind all over his body swelled. .
Different from the secret tricks in the old temple, today he was going to try out the life-and-death fight in this world.
The fire envoy also moved his feet and said with a cold smile: "We have chosen a good place to bury the bones."
Suddenly, Li Muchan stopped. He looked at the fire envoy and said provocatively: "Come in!"
The fire envoy grinned wildly, swung his swords horizontally, and squeezed in like a dragon. Wherever he passed, plum blossoms whirled, frost and snow stirred, and the plum trees trembled in shock, and the branches and leaves swayed.
Li Muchan's eyes suddenly flashed, and two seductive shadows flew straight over. One sword struck his neck, and the other sealed his lower body. The two swords seduced him one after another. As if the seducing spirit was impermanent, the murderous intent was so intense that it made people's hair grow. towering.
His body tilted, his feet touched the ground, and he spun around in the snow like a top. He had already flashed to the side of the fire envoy. In the flying sleeves of his robe, a pale left hand reached his waist and abdomen, with his fingertips as green as black. Ink, blackness lingers in the palm of the hand.
Bone Soul Chasing Palm.
This is a foreign skill. You should take a wisp of yin to cold corpse qi from the heart of the dead body and practice it with both palms. Focus on exercising the Shaoyin lung meridian of the hand on the index finger to refine the lung metal qi and turn it into gold to generate water. That cold and cold energy.
The fire envoy was experienced and saw an opportunity when he saw Li Muchan leaning down with outstretched arms. He immediately sneered and slashed diagonally with his swords like hooks.
Seeing the situation, Li Muchan withdrew his attack, fell backwards, and retreated hastily.
The fire envoy followed closely, raised his arms and flew into the air, making it appear that it was the "Swallow Three Waters" Kung Fu in the world of martial arts; but although the body technique was ordinary, once this person performed it, it was extremely extraordinary.
With one pounce, the person was already four to five feet away, and in a flash he was in front of Li Muchan. Like a yaksha descending from the sky, his swords seduced Li Muchan's bones.
Li Muchan pursed her thin lips tightly. Seeing the two swords flying towards her, she kicked the scabbard on her back with her right foot. The scabbard immediately flew into the air, shook off its straps, and collided with the swords.
The two of them have now moved away.
After the fire envoy stood still, his eyes were already shining, as if they were filled with a little bit of bright red blood. He smiled like a devil, as if he had discovered something interesting, and said solemnly: "Boy, you are really smart, how dare you pretend to be our demon sect." Middle man, say, who are you?"
Sure enough, it was Lao Jianghu, and the clues were revealed in just one confrontation.
Li Muchan held the scabbard with his shoulder, pressed the handle with his left hand, looked at the sword marks on it, and grinned: "I am your father!"
"Hey, hey, hey," the fire user became murderous. He jumped on the ground and flew out like a poisonous dragon. His two swords flew around in the air and turned out two groups of terrifying sword lights. "I'm going to chop you alive!"
Li Muchan felt a chill in his heart, as if he had fallen into an ice cave. He could only feel the two sword lights flickering up and down, back and forth, and they were unpredictable. He didn't know how to defend or attack, as if there were murderous intentions in all directions. Pervasive and suffocating.
The plum blossoms all over the sky were crushed into dust.
Frost and snow hit his face, murderous intent struck, Li Muchan's eyes turned red, and his mouth tasted fishy and sweet. Is this the killing move of a master of martial arts?
He stepped back quickly, but his eyes were flashing. He squinted and suddenly looked behind the fire envoy and shouted: "You still won't do anything?"
The fire envoy's murderous intent was at its peak at this moment. Hearing this, his face turned cold, and his fierce sword power actually slowed down.
But when he slowed down, Li Muchan held the sword in his hand. Instead of retreating, he advanced with a ruthless look on his face. The long sword was sheathed, and he walked around. The moment he got close, he slashed towards the opponent's chest.
"Kaka!"
However, the fire wielder's two swords were like hooks, standing in front of him, and he had already cut off the scabbard without leaning to either side.
The two looked at each other, no more than a foot apart, and snowflakes were falling between them.
The fire envoy's pupils suddenly shrank and his expression changed.
Because Li Muchan finally drew the sword out of its sheath, there was a "crack" sound, and the sound of the sword being unsheathed, which should not have belonged to it, sounded quickly in the snow.
When the handle of the knife was pulled out, a gray short sword was revealed.
His face was twisted, he didn't know whether he was laughing or angry, and he let out a scream full of mockery. He drew out a curved sword in his left hand, and almost at the same time he wanted to block the sword. The scabbard was scraped off and hooked towards Li Muchan's neck.
"Boy, give it to me..."
At this time, the fire envoy's eyes were filled with joy, and his satisfied smile was simply trembling.
But the next moment, the expression on his face suddenly froze, his eyes bulged sharply, with a strong sense of disbelief, and the hair on the top of his head seemed to stand on end.
Because Li Muchan still has his right hand.
His right hand had been hidden for a long time, but he suddenly thrust it out. At the moment of life and death, he caught the opponent's left-hand sword in a flash of lightning and stopped it in mid-air. The short sword suddenly turned into a dark and sharp shadow, and it was sent forward, passing by. The fireman's neck.
Li Muchan succeeded with one move, turned over and jumped forward, covered with snowflakes and plum blossoms, and then stood up.
The fire user was still shocked, and even more angry. He turned around and stared at Li Muchan's right hand, because that hand was no longer flesh and blood, nor was it the evil power of the Ghost Sect, but had become as hard and cold as ice. , clear.
It wasn't some peerless magical skill, but... putting on a glove that was as light and as thin as cold frost.
The fire made his Adam's apple squirm and the veins on his forehead bulge, and he squeezed out four words from his throat like a vague whimper: "Dasou Divine Hand!"
This is the "Great Hand" in the demon sect, which is said to be able to destroy all things and is indestructible.
The moment Li Muchan stood still, the clothes on his back burst open, and a puff of blood sprayed out, revealing a ferocious sword wound that flew diagonally downward from his left shoulder, and the skin was torn open.
If the sword had been moved faster, it would have struck his neck, the sword in the fire envoy's right hand.
"puff!"
Immediately afterwards, the fireman took off his swords, and a line of blood suddenly appeared on his tight and thick neck. He held his throat tightly with both hands, as if he wanted to block back the crazy blood that was overflowing.
Unfortunately, as the blood drained from his fingers, his life also passed away. His legs weakened and he fell to his knees. But even so, he did not forget to stare at Li Muchan.
Feeling the severe pain coming from his back, Li Muchan turned around with a pale face, licked his chapped lips, and said with calm and serious eyes: "You are the first opponent I have truly killed by myself. , even if I reach the top in the future, I will remember you well and this sword wound."
After saying that, his eyes returned to a sinister look, with a wild and wild look. He held the horizontal knife in his hand, walked past the fire envoy, and disappeared into the wind and snow.
The fire user's face was blue and purple, and he was extremely angry. His eyes were bloodshot, his throat was whimpering like a ghost crying, and blood was flowing between his fingers.
He shouldn't have lost, but now...
The firebender slowly lowered his head.
The wind and snow are heavy, and the sobs have stopped.
