"Ah, Marquis Yinji Wen?"
"Is he Lu Fengxian, who ranked fifth in the 'Weapons Spectrum' back then?"
"This one actually came out of the mountain."
…
There was a sudden commotion on the long street, and there was a big movement.
Exclamations and exclamations came one after another. Countless people crowded in the windows, holding on to the wooden railings, and stared with wide eyes.
For no other reason than that this person, Li Xun Huan and Fei Swordsman were figures of the same era, which is a terrible thing in itself, not to mention that the other person was one of the leaders at the time, which is really hard to imagine.
Now that more than twenty years have passed, this person's level of strength has probably risen to the point of being unfathomable.
Li Muchan's eyes flashed with light. The battle between Shangguan and Xiao Li had affected the entire world. Countless masters in the "Weapons Spectrum" were killed and injured, just because most of them were recruited by Shangguan Jinhong. The few remaining ones were dead and useless. The waste, the retreat.
However, Lu Fengxian suffered a tragic defeat at the hands of Shangguan Jinhong, and later fell into despair and gave up on himself.
During the "Lengxiang Garden" battle in Chang'an, "Lu Di", one of the Four Heavenly Kings of the Demon Sect, was this person's nephew.
Unexpectedly, he actually reappeared in the world.
The casualness on Li Muchan's face has softened a lot, but the sullenness in his eyes is getting more intense, making the two will-o'-the-wisps in his eyes even more intense: "Interesting, is it broken and then established?"
Upon hearing the three words "Weapons Manual", Lu Feng's face was expressionless, but his white robe had already stopped moving, and his beard and hair were all spread out.
This supreme honor in the eyes of others was a shame in his eyes back then, and it will never change now, and he hates it like never before.
The reason why he hates it is because he finally broke through the barrier, got out of the predicament, improved his strength to a higher level, and regained his footing in the world... However, all his opponents and old enemies in the past have retired and died.
Three of the four people in front of the weapon list are dead.
Old Man Tianji, Shangguan Jinhong, and Guo Songyang were all defeated at the hands of others.
Even Li Xunhuan and Flying Swordsman disappeared from the martial arts world.
Looking at the vast rivers and lakes, he naturally resents that his old friends are far away and his opponents have retreated.
At this step, he was twenty years too late.
Lu Fengxian stopped. He was still so noble and arrogant; but this arrogance was no longer as obvious as before. He had experienced ups and downs, and encountered the mentality of gaining again after gains and losses. Finally learned to restrain myself.
What is restrained is the murderous intention, just like a sword in a sheath, it will not come out until it is released. Once it is released, it will kill the enemy under the horse in a thunderous moment.
And his arrogance lies in his eyes. A pair of eyes actually reveals the meaning of a tiger looking at the mountains and a dragon soaring in the nine heavens.
Li Muchan sighed softly: "Old Bones, just retreat simply. This world no longer belongs to you people. Just come out and have a look. Don't be carried back when the time comes."
Lu Fengxian's eyelids trembled and he smiled instead of being angry: "What did you say?"
A cruel smile suddenly appeared on Li Muchan's face: "Get out!"
Lu Fengxian's eyes were slightly focused, his breath was surging in his chest and abdomen, his white clothes suddenly turned silent, his gray hair fell down, and he said lightly: "So crazy, much crazier than I was back then."
After finishing speaking, he suddenly stepped forward with his right foot and strode towards Li Muchan.
As soon as he stepped down, he heard a "click" sound on the stone slab under his feet. When the boots left the ground, the long street suddenly fell into dead silence, but there was a clear footprint on the stone slab, which was only an inch into the stone. The edges are smooth, like rubbings.
Lu Fengxian took another step without stopping. At this step, his hands were already hanging down by his sides. The flesh and blood of his hands were visibly crystal clear, like ice crystals, and he could vaguely see the muscles, bones, and blood vessels.
"Thanks to you for killing my nephew, my Lu family will be extinct from now on. I will eventually have to go to this human battlefield again to compete with the heroes of the world."
And there was another seal under his feet.
"Kill you, I will fight Shangguan again and regain everything I lost."
This person has a calm demeanor, speaks and acts, as if he has seen through the world, neither sad nor happy.
Although this Shangguan is no longer the Shangguan of that time, the current Shangguan is no less generous. Not only does he have Shangguan Jinhong's martial arts and city government, but he also has Lin Xianer's viciousness, cunning, ruthlessness and scheming, even more so.
And only in these days when the "Money Gang" has reappeared and seen the light of day again, many veterans of the Money Gang have responded and joined from all directions. The momentum is soaring, and it is almost at its peak.
Of course, it is impossible for all of these people to be loyal to Shangguan Xiaoxian, but in the face of the rich background of the "Money Gang" and the evil sect's eastward advance, anyone can be a loyal minister.
"It's a pity." Li Muchan suddenly made a very bold move in the eyes of others. He hung the "green willow" in his hand on his waist, gently stretched his fingers, and said quite seriously: "I'm afraid you will go No, it’s no wonder that your name is considered a prominent figure in the world, so I’ll leave your body intact today.”
Lu Fengxian stopped talking. He took another step forward, one step up and down. Li Muchan suddenly noticed that this person's footprints were a little deeper.
"Are you gathering momentum?"
Just like the combined attack of Shangguan Xiaoxian and Jing Wuming, it was like a huge wave, the sky was overturned, and the earth was overturned. Against the enemy, half of them were lost before they could make a move. This person tends to be thick and heavy, with momentum like a mountain falling, like the overlapping waves of the Yangtze River, with each wave overpowering the other.
In a moment, the man had taken seven steps, with seals appearing step by step behind him. Before he reached him, Li Muchan felt an invisible murderous intention shrouding him. There was noise and falling leaves flying around him.
In a trance, the long street disappeared, the spectators disappeared, only Lu Fengxian was coming step by step.
suddenly.
Just in the midst of the hustle and bustle, a right palm blooming with enchanting brilliance suddenly came and hit Li Muchan's chest.
coming.
"Hahaha……"
Li Muchan laughed several times, his eyes were full of ghostly energy, he flicked his sleeves and fluttered his clothes, like a monk folding his sleeves with flowers, then turned his wrist and flicked it towards the extraordinary right hand in front of him.
It seemed like he was flicking his sleeves, but the outline of a palm print quietly appeared in the full and bulging sleeves, and "pop" was placed on that palm.
When the two palms met, Li Muchan seemed unable to resist the earth-shattering force in front of him. He flew back and flew several feet away. He touched the ground with one foot, and in an instant, he flew in and returned to his original position. He opened his sleeves, raised his left hand into a palm, and pushed it out boldly.
Lu Fengxian seemed to be full of confidence. With the remaining strength of his right palm, he snorted coldly and received another fierce palm with eyes full of eyes.
When the two palms faced each other again, the long street was like thunder and thunder. Around the feet of the two of them, dozens of stone slabs floated off the ground and exploded into pieces in the air.
Both sides withdrew their palms at the same time, and Lu Feng flew forward, his hands seemed to have become the most terrifying weapons in the world, capable of breaking iron into pieces and dividing gold into pieces. A ball of strange colors exploded, and all the stone slabs blocking the air were turned into powder.
The strong wind blew against his face, and Li Muchan stretched out his arms, like a Buddha opening his palms, and all the hair on his back flew.
"Huh? What a good guy, he is actually an authentic Buddhist master?"
The cold light in Lu Fengxian's eyes was compelling, and he was surprised and surprised, but he was too lazy to think about it, and he thrust his big hand directly, intending to tear it into pieces on the spot.
Li Muchan lowered his feet, calmly, and waved his sleeve with his left palm.
"Well done!"
Lu Feng was not surprised but overjoyed when he saw it. He shouted loudly and handed it over again with his left hand.
Unexpectedly, Li Muchan greeted him again with his right palm.
The two palms were facing each other. Lu Feng was first in the air and was about to use his energy. Unexpectedly, Li Muchan's body spun like a top and sent him spinning.
The two forces intertwined, and all the fallen leaves around him were stirred, and the noise of dust was stirred up. The onlookers' mouths were already dry, their hearts were pounding, and they all looked at each other in shock.
"Isn't this ghost master practicing the evil skills in the "Ghost Secret Book"? Why does he look a little weird to me?"
"More evil."
…
In the flash of lightning, Li Muchan raised his arms with both hands. Lu Fengxian withdrew his palms, lifted him up three or two feet in the air, and turned around to fight back, like a tiger attacking a sheep or an eagle catching a rabbit.
This kung fu is his own unique skill. In the past, when the silver halberd in his hand could no longer advance, he turned his hands into weapons and formed his own family and sect. Unfortunately, before he could achieve great success, he was defeated miserably by the dragon and phoenix rings. Now he is about to show it off Its power.
Li Muchan stepped on the ground, her black robe fluttering like a cassock, facing the wind. With a wave of her hand, she was already lying between the two of them.
Lu Fengxian was even more murderous. He hung upside down and tried to reach down with both hands.
But suddenly, his eyes widened suddenly, as if he had seen something terrifying, and his eyes were instantly bloodshot.
But in an instant, the outlines of palm prints appeared on the black robe. They were either deep or shallow, or turned into fingers, or twisted into flowers to form seals, or diagonally or horizontally. The changes were endless.
For a moment, Lu Fengxian felt that there were palm shadows in all directions, and the world in front of him was filled with murderous intent.
It is inevitable and death is imminent.
"Ah...this is...the devil's palm descended by the heavenly Buddha!!"
(End of chapter)
