"Ghost Secret Book?"
A scream finally brought the long street to life, causing several rapid barks and curses that disturbed the sweet dreams.
The one who spoke was clearly Mr. Wei Ba, Wei Tianpeng.
He has a very high seniority in the martial arts world. Back when Shen Lang became famous all over the world, he had already traveled the world with seven sworn brothers. Although he was not well-known at that time and was just an unknown person, he had witnessed the extraordinary demeanor of heroes such as "Shen Lang", "Wang Lianhua", and "Panda'er".
Of course, there is also Bai Feifei, the "Ghost Palace Master".
At that time, the ghosts and ghosts shocked both black and white, and the scene of the world's masters talking about it was still vivid in my mind.
After a brief moment of surprise, Mr. Weiba smiled sinisterly: "Hehehe, just in time, I will turn you from a living ghost into a dead ghost today."
Seeing that the other party acted like a leader, Li Muchan asked calmly and curiously: "With your current status and prestige in the world, how can you be willing to work for the 'Blue Dragon Society'?"
He really didn't have much impression of this person.
Unexpectedly, Mr. Wei Ba's answer was really unexpected. His eyes were dark and his voice was as hoarse as a night owl: "Because my Wei family is originally from the Qinglong Society, and I have an older brother named Wei Tian." eagle."
Li Muchan suddenly remembered that when the "Qinglong Club" did not have the "Seven Dragon Heads", there were only the "Qinglong Boss" and the "Twelve Hall Masters", and one of them seemed to be named "Wei Tian". Eagle" scary figure.
"Oh, Wei Tianpeng, Wei Tianying, I believe you are brothers." He suddenly smiled, and his straight and straight body suddenly twisted like a willow tree and moved sideways in front of Wei Tianpeng, "That day, Leng Xiang Outside the garden, you saw me retreating and being as humble as a dog, how wary are you now?"
"Hehehe, I'm going to crush you to ashes today."
Wei Tianpeng is bald and eagle-nosed, wearing a brocade robe. He has a wooden stick as thick as a bowl in his hand. The two ends of the stick are wrapped with fine iron, shaped like two black lion heads, and the lion's mane is rolled up into edges. , one can tell at a glance that it is extremely heavy.
The moment Li Muchan dodged, an iron awl weighing more than ten kilograms hit him in the chest.
Saying "smash" may be a little inaccurate. It was more like embroidery. He attacked several critical points on Li Muchan's chest. He lifted the ball with ease and was dexterous and versatile. It flew up and down in his hands. The wind and rain broke out during the dance, and the momentum was astonishing.
It was Han Zhen, the "Iron Awl".
Not only this person took action, but several rays of sword light came from all directions to kill him. The sword body trembled, the sword wind rustled, and the cold light rushed towards his vital points.
There are also a group of Qinglonghui killers on the periphery who are watching eagerly, as if they have laid a dragnet to prevent them from escaping.
Li Muchan's eyes were as cold as lightning, and his eyes that were sharper than the edge of a sword were shrinking sharply. He suddenly hooked his toes, and the still warm body of Ximen Thirteen on the ground was lifted into the air, blocking Han Zhen's big body. The iron awl was pierced through the chest.
When Han Zhen saw that she missed a hit, she immediately opened her eyes angrily. She gathered all her strength with both hands and was about to hit Li Muchan with her body. However, before she could change her move, a cold green-black blade suddenly came out of Ximen Thirteen. It emerged from the corpse and sank into his throat without any delay.
The tip of the knife retreated as soon as it was touched, bringing out a few drops of blood. Li Muchan didn't even look at Han Zhen, who was lying limply on the ground. He took the opportunity to slide back with his feet on the ground, and flew away. At the same time, he turned his wrist and turned the knife, and used it. In the "Su Qin Back Sword" style, the sword was horizontally behind, blocking those sword shadows.
The reason why he retreated was because at the moment Han Zhen fell, Wei Tianpeng had already launched an attack.
He pressed his long stick on the ground, and the stone slab under his feet exploded. He picked it up again, and a cloud of smoke and dust was raised from the ground. It was fascinated by Li Muchan's eyes. He roared like a tiger, and his hair and beard spread out, like a furious head. The lion turned his wrist, and the shadow of the stick flew in the rain, knocking and striking, like a thunderbolt.
Passing along the road, I saw the terrifying stick shadow like a demonic dragon making waves, clinging to it. The wind of the stick swept across and howled loudly. The strong wind swept away the rain on the ground like a steel knife, leaving behind a A shocking shallow pit.
Li Muchan frowned secretly, why did this man's stick technique have some shadow of that of boiling soy milk.
Seeing that he couldn't help but retreat hastily, the swordsmen in the arena looked at each other, and in unison, they lunged forward and slashed with their swords, blocking his retreat.
Li Muchan seemed to have eyes behind him, and his body suddenly fell backwards, with his feet touching the ground. The long sword changed its direction, and the dim light in his eyes became brighter. The opponent's right hand holding the sword passed by his wrist.
With a slash of the knife, he pushed his right foot on the ground to use the force, as if he was flying on the ground. The blade of the knife was lifted up. The person in front of him screamed in surprise and was split in half between his legs, and fell to both sides of the long street.
Blood rained down, and his intestines were scattered. Li Muchan was covered in blood, with a fierce light in his eyes. He pressed one palm on the ground, and immediately he leaped into the air like a dragon. He turned around and stabbed with the long knife in his hand. He was not leaning to one side, but he hit it right. Wei Tianpeng pointed the tip of his stick in the air.
"Hey, die!"
Wei Tianpeng shouted like thunder.
However, when the knife and the stick met, just for a moment, the lion's head on the stick was shattered with a "bang", and a flash of green light was like a broken bamboo, breaking from the tip of the stick into the tail of the stick, and disappeared into Wei Tianpeng's wide eyes. heart.
At this time, countless frightening sounds suddenly approached in the rainy night from all directions.
It was an overwhelming hidden weapon, faster than the wind and denser than the rain. Even Li Muchan's expression changed.
The few swordsmen who had survived just now and Wei Tianpeng, who was not yet dead, were also covered in it.
The rule of the Blue Dragon Society: "If you don't succeed, you will die."
These people are clearly abandoned now.
In just a moment, bloody flowers exploded on their bodies, leaving them full of holes. Countless sparks flew out from the ground. The originally green and black stone slabs were now densely covered with nails driven into them. hidden weapon.
And what about Li Muchan?
But he saw that although the hidden weapon was powerful, it couldn't beat his body skills, let alone his sword skills.
Li Muchan suddenly took a strange and mysterious step under his feet. His figure seemed to be moving left and right, but he didn't know if it was because of the dim lights and unclear fire, but several dreamlike shadows appeared as if he was dazzled. Point, point out a few shallow ripples in the rain.
The hidden weapons behind him poured down like a violent storm, unable to catch up with his pace.
The disciples of the "Qinglong Club" who were originally full of fierce eyes and eager to try, saw this situation, and all of them suddenly changed their expressions and became speechless and moved.
The long street is filled with mist and rain, Li Muchan holds a sword in his hand, and his blood-stained clothes are floating in the air.
His steps slowly seemed to be slow, but before each step, his shoulders swayed slightly, and numerous shadows vaguely appeared around him. It was difficult to distinguish the true and false. They were both elegant and blurry in the bloody and evil wind that rose to the sky. The evil aura is strong, coupled with the eyes that are so sinister and like will-o'-the-wisps, they are like seducing ghosts, passing by impermanently.
It wasn't until gusts of evil wind blew in their faces that everyone started to get excited. Then they felt their eyes blurred, and a figure had drifted in. They were frightened and gritted their teeth one after another to take action.
For a moment, he raised his sword and swung his sword, but everything came to nothing. The figure moved around, as if strolling in a courtyard, passing between them, and finally walked to the scabbard.
The green light returns to its sheath, and the paper umbrella opens again.
"I have recorded today's events, and we will have a long time ahead."
After leaving a word, Li Muchan put the knife on his shoulder and walked away with an umbrella.
On the long street, the dozen or so people blocking the road were all looking at each other in bewilderment, but they immediately realized something was wrong, and opened their mouths to exhale urgently. However, as soon as they breathed, a cloud of bright red blood mist suddenly sprayed out from their necks, and they immediately straightened up. fell down.
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At the end of the long street, on the upper floor of a teahouse, several figures were standing, quietly watching this scene through the bead-like curtain of rain in front of them.
"You won't know until you try. You'll be shocked once you try. This coward... When did Mr. Li learn such powerful Qing Kung?"
The speaker was a woman who was as round as a ball, chewing a broken sword in her mouth, with a mouth full of rotten teeth like nails, and a face filled with folds of flesh that was filled with solemn shock. She was none other than Mother Liu.
"He seems to have discovered us... It's getting more and more difficult to see through."
The woman who spoke seemed to have tender eyes and misty eyes, but her thin and delicate body in the wind and rain definitely didn't feel weak at all. Just standing with her hands behind her hands, there was an invisible sense of oppression.
"I am becoming more and more fascinated by him. He seems ordinary, but there seems to be endless mysteries hidden inside, which can always surprise people. A person who is resigned to the situation can actually gain vitality from a dangerous situation, win the chance, and turn things around. The situation; it is obvious that he is the one least likely to survive every time, but the results are always unexpected."
This person is naturally Shangguan Xiaoxian.
In addition to these two people, there is another person standing alone under the rain eaves; the bruises on his cheeks have long since dissipated, and his broad green robe is blowing in the wind. His expression is very calm, as if he has become a different person. .
It was Xie Longteng, the second young master of Shenjian Villa.
Under the teahouse, the corpses of many Xie family members were already lying, including the beautiful middle-aged woman who had just rescued him. They had also been dead for a long time.
Xie Longteng wiped the long sword in his hand and said calmly: "Then Shangguan Gang leader, please be careful. When you are fascinated by something, the side you see may be what he shows to you deliberately, and this disguise is It may be a bottomless quagmire, and by the time you react, you will be deep in it and unable to extricate yourself... By the way, who is he, the leader of the Shangguan Clan?"
When Shangguan Xiaoxian heard this question, a strange flush appeared on her cheeks, and there seemed to be moisture in her eyes. She said softly and shyly: "He is my man!"
