Among the green mountains and green forests, Li Muchan was about to escape the danger. He didn't expect to hear a buzzing and trembling sound behind him, and felt a strong wind behind his head. He immediately felt bad, it must be Shangguan Xiaoxian who took action.
The first move is a fatal move, fast, accurate and ruthless.
The golden ring was killing him, and he originally wanted to dodge it, but the buzzing sound that hit his ears could make his breath stagnate, disturb his mind, and his hands and feet seemed to become numb and lose consciousness.
With a moment's delay, Li Muchan lost the opportunity to evade.
But his reaction was also very timely. He quickly grabbed the sword in his hand, and the spine of the sword trembled. The moment before the flying ring fell, the sword body was already diagonally across his back, and the tip of the sword collapsed outwards, colliding with it. Together.
"boom!"
With a loud explosion, Li Muchan felt the sword in his hand shatter into pieces, and an unimaginable force fell on his back.
"puff!"
A wisp of fishy sweetness immediately surged up from his mouthpiece, but the coldness in his eyes did not change. Instead, he used this force to rush towards the foot of the mountain like an arrow from a string.
Not only did he have golden armor, he also had a knife hidden behind his back, the Daxia Dragon Bird.
With one move, the golden ring flew back, but was caught mid-air by a delicate right hand.
Shangguan Xiaoxian chased after him. When he saw Li Muchan acting like nothing happened, his fair eyebrows slowly furrowed and he stopped chasing.
But Li Muchan's speed was even faster, because a figure on the stone steps wearing a bamboo hat and holding a sword at his waist was already going down the mountain.
Fast, unimaginably fast. I couldn't tell what kind of movement skills he had, but he was already several feet away with one step. He shuttled like electricity and his momentum was like a sword.
The deadly swordsman, Jing Wuming.
This man's dead gray eyes seemed to light up, which was extremely rare.
"Draw your sword!"
Gu Mo's low and hoarse voice penetrated Li Muchan's ears like an ice pick. These two simple words, dozens of strokes, already made his hair stand on end.
This superb swordsman who has been famous for decades actually wants to try his sword?
Li Muchan responded with a hoarse voice: "Xie Xiaofeng is so talented, and Xie Wangsun is even more impressive. Why don't you go find them?"
Jing Wuming did not speak, but his feet moved faster, and his left hand was already on the hilt of the sword, as if he would never waver at the thought of it. He must let Li Muchan draw the sword.
Li Muchan's eyes changed sharply. Being stared at by such a person, he didn't know whether to cry or laugh.
Feeling that the popularity opportunity was getting closer and closer, his hair stood on end, and he simply became heartbroken and sneered: "It's useless to bully the small ones. If you have the skills, give me ten years, and we can show off."
Hearing this, Jing Wuming really felt relieved, but it was not because of him, but because...
"clatter!"
On the stone steps, there was a sudden muffled sound.
Following the sound, I saw a person leaning on a large bluestone next to the stone steps. He was standing a little lazily and looked particularly eye-catching among the corpses on the ground.
There was something unusual in this man's arms, which was a rod, a black iron rod nearly six feet long.
With such a length, it is not bad to call it a stick, but the difference between sticks is not only the length, but also the difference in the body of the stick.
The body of the stick is round and changeable. The iron rod in this person's hand is not round, but square. The two ends are square, with blood stains on the four edges and corners, while the middle rod is round and the whole body is It is jet black, carved with pine grain, and its surface is mottled and old, with hidden traces of rust. It glows with a dark ocher color under the moonlight.
It is said that the sky is round and the place is round. This rod takes the intention to control the power of heaven and earth. The rod hides the secrets of heaven and is unpredictable.
The man who caught the stick looked like a farmer. He held the stick in his arms, punched the ground with one end, carried it on his shoulder, pressed the stick with one hand, and twisted a peanut with the other. He removed the shell of the peanut and threw it into his mouth. , and said in passing: "Jing Wuming?"
Jing Wuming's eyes seemed to be brighter, his eyes trembled, and he kept walking: "Who are you, Old Man Tianji?"
He and the Sun family have been feuding ever since that year. Unfortunately, after Old Man Tianji, there are few people in the Sun family who can get on the stage. The only one, Sun Xiaohong, and Li Xunhuan have withdrawn from the world, and the Sun family has become even more withered.
The farmer didn't answer, he just stood up.
Jing Wuming glanced at the black iron rod and said calmly: "I remember, wasn't the Tianji Rod buried by Sun Xiaohong and Old Tianji's body together?"
The peasant man's cheeks were thin and sunken, and his skin was as yellow as copper. Just chewing, the muscles of the entire face seemed to be affected, and his eyes became brighter and brighter. It was like a thunder god coming to the world, opening his mouth and spitting out a slightly sharp voice: "This It’s my secret stick.”
The implication is that this stick is not that stick.
"Tianji stick?" Shangguan Xiaoxian's voice followed closely, sticking his head out from behind Jing Wuming and exclaiming, "With the addition of Ye Kai, this world is getting more and more lively."
Now that Xie Longteng lost and Xie Wangsun still kept it secret, she had no intention of continuing to stay.
Jing Wuming looked at the seemingly ordinary but arrogant farmer in front of him, and said in a calm tone: "Unfortunately, my sword has not changed, the 'Dragon and Phoenix Double Ring' has not changed, but the 'Tianji Rod' has changed."
The smile on the farmer's face turned cold: "How can anything remain unchanged in this world? It doesn't matter if things change, as long as the 'god' is still there."
In his eyes, Jing Wuming was walking down the steps step by step, never stopping, but the speed had indeed slowed down a lot.
But precisely because of this slowness, his pace has changed dramatically. Originally, he was walking like clouds in the sky, silently, but now he takes one step at a time, like an old tree taking root, and like thunder and drums, sonorous and powerful, invisibly happening. There was an inexplicable rhythm.
Especially when Shangguan Xiaoxian arrived, this rhythm was in line with his pace and dominated by it. In an instant, the wind and clouds suddenly moved, and the peasants felt as if there were invisible waves in front of them, and the water from the river was rolling in, and their heads were burnt. His hair stood up out of nowhere and flew wildly.
Shangguan Xiaoxian was originally from behind, but within a few steps she was already standing on the same level as Jing Wuming. But if you wanted to take a closer look, she was even further forward, half a step further.
"Send your name!"
The farmer bared his teeth and laughed wildly, "Sun Wuer!"
After saying that, just when Jing Wuming was about to squeeze in three feet in front of him, Sun Wuming flew back at two o'clock, put the stick on his shoulder, and ran towards the foot of the mountain with long strides, and actually ran away.
Shangguan Xiaoxian curled his lips and did not pursue. Instead, he turned his gaze to the lake at the foot of the mountain. A black shadow had taken advantage of the situation and moved away. It was Li Muchan.
She narrowed her phoenix eyes slightly and said in deep thought: "This person is very clever, and his sword skills are extremely rare. Fortunately, his skills are still shallow, and he has not yet matured. I don't know who he is? I really don't know where he recruited that big dragon head from. These strange people came and ruined my good deeds."
"Miss," Liu's mother said from behind, "should we still go find Xie Longteng?"
Shangguan Xiaoxian shook his head: "This man is very smart. Now he has been abandoned by the 'Sword Villa' and has become a traitor of the 'Qinglong Society'. He only knows how to hide and has no value in cooperation. Whether he lives or dies, he has nothing to do with it." We have nothing to do..."
"etc!"
Suddenly, a soft cry sounded from behind the three of them.
A playful smile suddenly appeared on Shangguan Xiaoxian's face. He turned around and saw that the person who came was none other than the owner of "Excalibur Villa", Xie Wangsun.
"Master Xie, is there something wrong?" she asked.
Xie Wangsun's eyes were deep: "The leader of the Shangguan Gang is already here, how about we take a step to talk about it?"
…
Two flowers bloom, one on each side.
Just talking about Li Muchan, he did not go with Sun Wuer, nor did he meet with the people of the "Demon Cult". He did not even return to Jinling City. Instead, he found a ruined temple on the outskirts of the city and got into it. .
The moment he stepped into the ruined temple and couldn't wait to take off his mask, he choked out a mouthful of blood. His originally steady steps suddenly became shaky and shaky, and he collapsed to the ground.
Shangguan Xiaoxian's blow was so powerful that he felt as if all his internal organs had shifted. Cold sweat broke out on his painful forehead, and his whole body curled up into a ball, trembling non-stop.
The sky outside the temple was dark, with wind blowing from time to time and thunder, as if heavy rain was coming.
Li Muchan lay on the ground and adjusted his breathing for a while. When he opened his eyes again, it was raining heavily outside and electricity was shining in the sky.
The pale cold electricity illuminated his pale face. Thinking back to the dangers of this night, Li Muchan let out a deep breath.
His face remained calm, but the hand holding the knife was trembling slightly, his joints turned white, and his muscles and bones were exposed.
No matter how much you know, no matter how much you see, it will never be as enjoyable as experiencing it yourself, as experiencing life and death, and coming and going.
Thinking back to the scene of swords and swords, blood and bones intertwined, he never thought that he would have such a day, especially when he fought against a world-famous figure like Xie Xiaofeng and caused a stir in front of everyone.
This feeling was completely different from the feeling of being attacked and ambushed that night. Although those people made him feel pressing and oppressive, they did not make him feel happy.
At this moment, Li Muchan felt unprecedentedly happy, or rather carefree, as well as feeling relieved.
Because those people were not enough to make him feel the changes in himself, but these people today, these famous masters and world-famous figures, have made Li Muchan see himself and them clearly.
He closed his eyes and took a deep breath. After a while, he smiled faintly. He looked at the wind and rain outside the temple and the dark sky, as if he saw the fluttering of wings: "Haha, it turns out, it's nothing more than that!"
