"Bravo!"
Li Muchan stood in the middle of the street, looking at the umbrella in the rain and the people under it.
This is the killing array.
These people include all three religions and nine schools, and their methods must be all kinds of strange. Even if they are well-known masters in the world, ten of them will probably die. The hidden knife under the umbrella is enough to kill a person dozens of times in an instant.
He scanned the rooftops on both sides of the long street with the corner of his eye.
It is even more impossible to escape. Now both ends of the long street have been surrounded. Under the siege, most people think of escaping and evacuating. But there is no murderous intention in the secret. If they really want to leap into the air, once their feet leave the ground, What might be coming is a violent storm of hidden weapons, but Li Muchan still remembers Dao Twelve's riddled corpse.
However, he didn't want to escape either.
Now that the leader of the Demon Sect is about to break through, the Qinglong Society must also be making big moves. Shangguan Xiaoxian will naturally not fall behind others and must have a plan.
If he wants to make a difference in this turmoil and catastrophe, it is essential to show some strength; otherwise, he will neither be able to play a decisive role nor be able to control the situation, and will always be dealing with several forces. Time is too restrictive.
It’s time to turn from reactive to proactive and consider making the decision yourself.
Moreover, when necessary, no matter whether it is white, black or evil, you will need some prestige to gain a firm foothold, and prestige comes from strength and can save you a lot of trouble.
As for Xie Longteng actually using people from the "Qinglong Society" to deal with him, Li Muchan couldn't ask for it; now Murong Ying was suspicious of him and had no trust in him, so he just used the lives of these people to dispel his concerns. As for the "Blue Dragon Society", although he is the "Seven Dragon Head", few people know his identity. Apart from the "Big Dragon Head" and the heir of the Sun family, the only one who may know is Shangguan Xiaoxian. .
Because Lu Di and Donghai Yuxiao are the Demon Cult Heavenly Kings, only Shangguan Xiaoxian knows their identities.
Even if there are a few remaining big dragon heads, if they don't know the agreement between him and the "big dragon head" in advance, it will be impossible to guess his identity.
What can two dead heads mean? The life and death behind these masks come and go, changed again and again. Who dares to easily judge whether they are true or false.
However, Shangguan Xiaoxian might be able to do it.
But if she wants to know all this, she needs to secretly join forces with a certain dragon head and learn all the details about the major dragon heads of the "Blue Dragon Society" from his mouth.
If this is the case, it is definitely not difficult to guess with his extraordinary scheming.
Maybe, you already know.
From the scene on the boat, Li Muchan had absolutely reason to believe that the Second Young Master Xie had secretly colluded with the new leader of the "Money Gang".
He suddenly frowned, as if he had thought of some key detail.
"No, these two have already joined forces."
Li Muchan's eyes flashed with light, and all the thoughts in his mind were instantly clear. Since Xie Longteng hid his humiliation and showed it to others, he was kidnapped by Murong Ying on purpose; Shangguan Xiaoxian disguised himself on the boat and ambush secretly...
"Haha," thinking of this, Li Muchan smiled softly. These two people clearly wanted to wait for an opportunity to kill Murong Ying, but unfortunately, his sudden appearance disrupted the plan, "Things seem to be getting interesting."
He had to admire the second young master Xie, he was really ambitious; he looked timid on the outside, but in fact he was not only one of the seven dragon heads of the "Blue Dragon Society", he also colluded with the "Money Gang", and now he was trying to lure the wolf into the house. Could it be that he wanted to Destroyed the "Excalibur Villa", fell out with brother Xie Xiaofeng, and fought in the same room?
Nine times out of ten, you can’t be wrong.
Just imagine, a young master who has been despised and become an outcast in the clan, with no status, has been hiding for many years, has grown in power, and has gained power. How can he not go back and settle accounts with those who have bullied him? I'm afraid I have hated him for countless days and nights, grinding my teeth with hatred.
The wind and rain hit his face, and Li Muchan finally moved.
He held the knife in his hand and moved forward without retreating. He stepped on the stone slabs in the rain and walked forward with light steps.
As for how the two got in touch, it's actually not difficult to imagine. Don't forget that the master of the two swords in the cave is also a member of the Xie clan. He may even be a member of Xie Longteng, and they may have a relationship with each other. Some unknown relationship.
After thinking about everything, Li Muchan had to sigh: "This world is really full of hidden dragons and crouching tigers!"
Not long after walking, he stopped, stamped his feet, and stepped down. Three steps away in front of him were the silent killers holding umbrellas.
Among the blue paper umbrellas, Li Muchan suddenly noticed a somewhat special figure standing calmly at the back, holding a white paper umbrella in his hand and wrapped in a large stand-up collar. The green robe covered her feet and hid her neck. Even her hands were not exposed, and even her face was hidden.
But under the umbrella, Li Muchan could already feel a pair of vicious snake-like eyes staring directly at him.
"kill!"
The gentle words and simple commands revealed monstrous murderous intent in an instant.
Those people were rushing towards him, like the flow of people going to the market, like a tide; in the shadow under the umbrella, daggers, cold knives, and various strange weapons were quietly emitting cold light. .
The mist and rain are like cotton silk, and the cold wind is as old as ever.
There were so many people, but apart from the faint sound of footsteps, there was no other movement on the street.
After saying these words, the man turned and left without looking back, leaving only Li Muchan's retreating figure.
Li Muchan grinned, and his tall figure suddenly dwarfed, disappearing as if out of thin air.
But the next moment, a green shadow was seen flying from the ground in the crowd, like a snake raising its head, suddenly upwards, and then spinning in the air, the light and shadow dragged around, and a fierce and fast knife light was seen in the mist and rain. Hongyi appeared like a green moon.
The sword's power was exhausted, and it lay horizontally in mid-air, with blood pouring out from the blade.
Amidst the exclamations, within three steps of Li Muchan, paper umbrellas were broken at the waist and flipped up in the wind. The people holding the umbrellas underneath were all dumbfounded, with shock on their faces, lips moving, and then Holding the broken umbrella handle with one hand, holding his throat with the other, blood surged between his fingers, and he fell to his knees.
After a pause of not more than half an instant, a group of killers who were originally horrified and moving pounced again, their murderous intentions even more direct. The light and shadow of their swords turned from dark to bright, and they were so fierce that they couldn't even hide.
In an instant, there were swords in all directions, murderous intentions in the sky and on the ground, and the chilling air filled the long street, making people's skin tremble and their hair stand on end.
Li Muchan's face turned cold and pale, and the anger in his eyes skyrocketed. Faced with this inevitable death situation, he took a deep breath, his back hunched, his clothes bulging, and he actually bent down. Turn your back upwards and face the sword directly.
"Ding ding ding!"
Unexpectedly, under the sword, instead of the scene of skin being torn open and flesh and blood flying everywhere, there was the sound of gold and iron clashing.
This is naturally not Li Muchan's skill, but the golden silk armor.
As soon as the sharp edge was avoided, Li Muchan swung his sword, and as the green light trembled, everyone around him either covered his wrists and fell backwards, or fell to the ground holding his throat. Blood spurted out as thin as mist, mixed with mist and rain, and drifted between the sky and the earth, killing him. His white Confucian robe was stained with dark red marks, like fire clouds before the setting sun.
But before the power of the sword was exhausted, a heavy blow suddenly came from his back. There were also grapples, fists and kicks, as well as deadly short soldiers; there was Emei stabbing at his lower body, there was a soft whip that rolled around his right wrist, and there was a long stick that hacked him. On the head, an iron awl hit the back of his heart, and a sword stabbed his neck.
"Um?"
Li Muchan suddenly discovered that there were a few familiar faces among them.
They were actually the people in front of the "Lengxiang Garden" in the battle of Chang'an, Master Wei Ba, "Iron Awl" Han Zhen, Ximen Shisan, and several other named swordsmen.
These masters who became famous all over the world have actually become members of the "Qinglong Club".
The expressions of several people were gloomy, and the corners of their mouths were twitching, showing a mocking smile. The weapons in their hands added another third of strength, making them cruel and compelling.
"ah!"
Li Muchan's eyes widened sharply, he raised his hand, and the tip of the knife pierced into Ximen Thirteen's throat as fast as lightning. When he opened his mouth, he heard a sharp roar that penetrated the clouds and shocked the eardrums.
The whistling sound was like a ghost crying and a god was howling. A strong wind blew by. The bamboo hat on his head was flying, and all his long hair was wildly rolling in the wind and rain. He was full of evil energy, and his eyes seemed to have turned into two rising flowers. Will-o'-the-wisp.
Everyone close by felt as if they had been hit by a sap, their breaths were suffocated, and their hearts were dazzled. However, before they had time to react, they were already surrounded by claws.
When the whistling sound dissipated, Li Muchan was seen with an expressionless face, standing with a pestle and a knife. He raised one hand, and in the palm of his hand was a twitching and squirming heart. He clenched it with five fingers and exploded in the air.
And several people beside him fell to the ground dead with empty chests.
