"Wow!"
Vomiting blood in his mouth, Di Qinglin fell heavily to the ground, his eyes instantly covered with bloodshot eyes.
At this time, he still wanted to struggle to stand up. He stretched out one hand towards Li Muchan in the air, his fingers were trembling, his face was distorted, and the veins all over his body seemed to be stretched straight. It was obvious that he had too much unwillingness in his heart. There are still too many murderous intentions that have not had time to be vented.
But the raised head suddenly sank, and the hand fell down, like a broken string, and he refused to rest in peace.
Li Muchan was looking down from a high position with dark eyes. To be safe, he took a big step and kicked the man on the back of his neck.
After doing all this, Li Muchan grabbed the body, picked up the human skin mask on the ground, and jumped into the tomb.
When he came out again, he had transformed into an old man with a bamboo stick and mango shoes.
Opening his mouth and spitting out a mouthful of blood, Li Muchan looked himself up and down.
I originally wanted to use the two demon sect elders to temporarily get rid of the eyes and ears of the "Blue Dragon Society" and the "Money Gang" so that I could do things better, but unexpectedly they hooked such a big fish. Unfortunately, they just didn't know what they were doing.
As people get older, their courage is gone.
In addition to the Blue Mountain Ancient Sword and the Bamboo Staff, he also held a dragon head mask, which belonged to Di Qinglin.
Li Muchan's eyes were dark and dark, but there was a strange smile on his face. In this way, it was equivalent to having the identity of the Four Dragon Heads, and things became interesting.
And he had no other choice. In fact, the eyes and ears of the "Qinglong Society" were already all over the Qinhuai River. Just now he observed and noticed that even many of the heroes who were having the banquet had been secretly replaced by others. Unconsciously, how could Li Muchan not be careful?
It happened that the two demon sect elders were restless, so he had no choice but to take the opportunity to escape.
Li Muchan was confident that those people would never kill him from the beginning. After all, the huge amount of money was all planned by him alone. Anyone who was not jealous wanted to take it for himself, so he had to be the one who got it first.
Moreover, he also deliberately tested it, pretending to be kidnapped, and wanted to see the reaction of the four parties first, but to his surprise, a four-headed dragon, Di Qinglin, appeared.
As for the people on the "Qilin Tower", he was not nervous at all. These people had finally gathered together, but a large force, whether it was the "Money Gang" or the "Blue Dragon Society", would only try their best to appease and win over them.
But he said that just when his mood suddenly changed, there was a sudden sound of a moving figure not far away approaching.
Li Muchan turned over his hands and put away his mask. His originally upright figure had stooped down, and his eyes had dimmed. He exuded an aura of twilight, looking more like an old man than Di Qinglin.
He seemed to have been severely injured and collapsed on the ground, coughing up blood.
Soon, people arrived.
Not one person, but four people, four men with extremely high qinggong skills who could walk on grass as fast as flying.
These four people were averagely dressed, average-looking, average height, short, fat, and thin.
Li Muchan had already remembered that these four people had been Di Qinglin's sedan bearers.
When he stopped coughing, his voice changed, and he said coldly and with no trace of emotion or anger: "Aren't we asking you to act according to the circumstances?"
Panic flashed in the eyes of the four people, and they hurriedly said: "Back to the Marquis, the whole city of Jinling is almost in chaos. Countless wooden boxes have appeared from nowhere, and each one is engraved with 'Clavicle Ecstasy'." Each of the words "Tianfo Scroll" is exactly the same. Nowadays, many people in the world grab the box when they see it and kill everyone they meet. Even the disciples of the Qinglong Society have suffered many casualties, and many altar masters have also... also..."
Li Muchan stood up with his stick and took over the words slowly: "They are not willing to give in, they are ready to make a move."
Money and silk move people's hearts, and so do martial arts secrets.
As for those wooden boxes, of course Li Muchan ordered them to be dispersed in advance. There were only five hundred if not one thousand, which was enough for the disciples of the Qinglong Society to deal with for a while.
He has no confidants, but he can control people's hearts. With so many martial arts masters and black and white figures, even the Green Dragon Society may have to work hard.
Among the four people, the leader suddenly asked cautiously: "Master Marquis, are you injured? Has the ghost master escaped?"
Li Muchan glanced at the other party with a half-smile, and said with a smile, "Go and send a message to the other dragon heads, and tell them that that person has a box in his hand."
The leading man listened blankly, thinking there was something else going on, but after waiting for a while, he finally realized: "Box?"
Li Muchan nodded: "Yes, Box, just say it like this, they will definitely know what it means."
"Okay, my subordinate will go right away."
The four people responded in unison, turned around and scattered in all directions.
Looking at their retreating figures, Li Muchan's calm eyes suddenly rippled, becoming dark and deep, as cold as fire.
He took a deep breath, as if to calm his restless mind, and spit out two words quickly and dryly: "Four."
The four people went in different directions, which showed that there were at least four dragon heads in Jinling City during this battle.
No, there must be more than four, plus Di Qinglin already has five, and the descendant of the Sun family, maybe Dalong has arrived in the capital.
Thinking about the masters like Shangguan Xiaoxian, even though Li Muchan was well prepared, he still felt a headache.
I really think highly of him.
But for some reason, Li Muchan felt that the blood in every blood vessel in his body was beginning to boil. An unprecedented sense of pleasure, or a feeling of joy, was swirling around his chest and abdomen with the hot breath, impacting him. The internal organs, the limbs and the bones were swept away.
Now, no one dares to despise him anymore.
Li Muchan stood up, holding the Blue Mountain Ancient Sword, and returned to his twilight look. He must figure out a way to break the situation as soon as possible before his skin was exposed.
And the way to break the situation...is right in front of us.
"Senior, are you injured?"
Li Muchan suddenly sighed in his heart. He felt that his luck seemed to have changed. He was thinking about whatever he wanted. He was worried about how to break the situation, and there were already a few more people in front of him.
His eyes brightened slightly, and he looked at the few people rushing over from the tomb in front of him.
The first person was none other than Ye Kai.
Next to Ye Kai are Guo Ding, Lu Xiaojia, and Ding Linglin, who no one can despise.
Some of these people are already famous, some are powerful in the world, and some have astonishing teachings, and their influence can affect their whole body.
With such a group of people, I believe many things can be solved easily.
Li Muchan said in his old voice: "It's okay, but it's a pity that he let that person get away."
Lu Xiaojia stared at Li Muchan, or rather at the old man in front of him, and asked with an air of scrutiny: "Why did you run away just now?"
This killer who once made people in the world talk about him was young and handsome. There was a coldness in his handsomeness, a sense of arrogance in his coldness, and kindness hidden deep in his eyes. He looked cold, but was hot inside.
And this person is very powerful, so powerful that few people in the world can compare with him.
Li Muchan looked at the swords and swords on the opponent's waist. Not only did the opponent have the true inheritance of Jing Wuming's swordsmanship, but it was also rumored that he had obtained the "Bai Family Swordsmanship" from Bai Tianyu. I'm afraid any one of these swordsmanship would be enough to be famous. Shocking the world, now that the sword is in hand, how many people can defeat him?
Moreover, as the leader of the "Money Gang" in these years, he has never seen the other party.
Li Muchan said calmly: "I want something from him, but this person is too powerful."
Guo Ding said in a deep voice: "How powerful is it?"
Li Muchan coughed twice: "He has a box in his hand."
Ding Linglin asked curiously: "What box?"
Li Muchan still looked at Guo Ding: "It is rumored to be the last of the seven weapons."
After hearing this sentence, no one asked any more questions. With such a box, everyone would have to stay away.
Li Muchan suddenly asked: "What are you looking for?"
Ye Kai heard the words and was about to answer, but he didn't expect that a group of fireworks suddenly rose into the sky in the distant night sky, and then bloomed in the sky. The flickering sparks quickly turned into a soaring blue dragon, brilliant and dazzling.
"Blue Dragon Club!"
Upon seeing this, a group of people rushed towards the direction of the fireworks.
He just said that he was driving hard all the way, and when they stopped, everyone had arrived in front of a huge lake.
By the lake, two people were fighting fiercely, moving around in the night.
When Li Muchan saw their faces clearly, he couldn't help but frown. One of them had a stick that was so shocking that it could lift thousands of mountains and set off layers of violent winds and waves on the lake, like a demonic dragon crossing the river. It was the heir of the Sun family, Sun Wuer.
The other man has a young appearance, but a good spirit, and the sparkle in his eyes is restrained. He flutters his sleeves and holds his hands, and the wind and waves are calm, and he actually fights well; this man is Li Xunhuan's son, Li Manqing.
"The Tianji Stick has actually reappeared."
Guo Ding's expression changed wildly. He had seen the iron rod before, but he never dared to confirm it. Now that he looked at it again, he couldn't help but sweat.
There are many Qinglonghui disciples around,
Li Muchan suddenly caught a glimpse of a somewhat downcast swordsman on the other side of the lake observing the battle. His eyes were slightly focused, it was the sword of longevity.
Not only this one, but also the six dragon heads.
Moreover, this man looked straight at Ye Kai as soon as he appeared, and his energy was so strong that everyone frowned secretly.
Ye Kai gave a bitter smile, left everyone, and walked aside.
Lu Xiaojia suddenly looked at the fallen swordsman and said casually: "There is another one, who will go?"
Li Muchan said: "No, there are two."
He turned his eyes and suddenly looked towards a forest not far away. In the dark night, a figure stood quietly like a ghost, as if blending into the night, covered in black from head to toe.
This man was wearing a cloak, his face covered with black cloth, and he carried a sword on his back, a sword that was completely black.
Li Muchan's eyes suddenly flashed, because this sword was actually one of the several divine swords collected by the Xie family, and Xie Wangsun had even used it.
The other party seemed to be aware of it, and took a step forward, walking from the darkness into the moonlight.
In an instant, everyone felt their scalps go numb, and they felt an extremely ferocious sword intent spreading in all directions, like a poisonous dragon dormant in the night wind, staring at them coldly.
What a pair of eyes they were, dead and dull, unable to see the slightest trace of life.
But Li Muchan's eyes slowly opened wide at this moment.
This person is...
(End of chapter)
