It was not Lu Fengxian who spoke.
In a nearby restaurant named "Man Tang Chun", I suddenly saw a handsome man with red lips and white teeth walking out. He looked regal, and there were many maids accompanying him. They were all fair-skinned and beautiful, with different looks and temperaments. They might be holding a Holding incense, holding a lamp, holding a sword, or serving wine, all are equally popular.
As soon as this group of people came out, the men were envious and the women were jealous.
The man has his hair tied up in a jade crown, wearing a snow-white fox fur cloak, and brocade clothes. The pearls and jade ornaments around his waist are worth at least a thousand pieces of gold. Both the fabric and the weaver are of the highest quality in the clothing industry. They are extremely elegant. Just look at it and you will know that it is either rich or noble.
He could actually recognize the palm technique performed by Li Muchan at a glance. His red phoenix eyes first opened and then narrowed, with scorching eyes and unspeakable jealousy. He said word by word: "Heavenly Buddha casts down the devil's palm!"
The peerless martial arts that caused turmoil in the world hundreds of years ago has reappeared in the world.
"Look!"
The crowd suddenly exclaimed.
On the long street, the two sides were fighting to the point of life and death.
Lu Fengxian saw the shadows of palms appearing under the black robe, and the horror in his eyes turned into fierce determination. He moved forward with his right hand, and stretched out three fingers as fast as lightning, the index finger, middle finger and ring finger of his right hand.
In an instant, all the colors on his hand seemed to converge on his three fingers at this moment, bursting out into a strange ocher color, full of energy and blood, as if stained with blood, as if all his energy and spirit had been accumulated. , risking everything.
Lu Fengxian no longer cares about the shadow of the palm, let alone life and death. He looks like crazy. When he faced Shangguan Jinhong in the past, he even lost the courage and confidence to take action. Just because of that woman Lin Xianer, now he stands up after breaking. Faced with these How can a rising star be defeated again?
"Come die!"
In an instant, the fine wrinkles at the corners of his eyes seemed to have disappeared, and he felt that he had returned to the time when he was high-spirited and full of ambition and ambition. He had become younger and returned to his prime.
Then, he lost.
That's right, defeated.
The black robe suddenly rolled up in the wind, as if it was trying to wrap him up in the air.
Lu Fengxian didn't care, because there was blood under his fingers and he had already hit the killing move.
But when he saw clearly the person he killed under his fingers, his pupils quickly shrank and his eyes became even more solidified.
Because what he killed was an old man with white hair and silver beard. His face was full of pain, and he was stabbed in the throat with a finger. There was disbelief in his eyes.
The holder of the Amorous Ring.
This move was truly earth-shattering. The old man's throat bones were shattered. Even Duoqing Huan let out an overwhelmed groan. He was about to be pierced, with three shocking finger pits dented, and he flew away from his hand.
But the person who was supposed to be killed was holding the old man's neck, his eyes full of coldness and ridicule.
But Lu Fengxian had no time to react and no chance to speak out.
A heavy palm pressed directly against the heavenly spirit.
Li Muchan's whole body was filled with a sinister wind, and evil spirits were rising to the sky. He held Lu Fengxian's hand with one palm, and grabbed the holder of the "passionate ring" with the other hand. With one move of his palm, the two figures had already flipped out.
He stretched out his hand to grab it again, and the ink robe floating in the air was wrapped around him again, and the outline of the exposed muscles on his muscular upper body was already densely covered with countless criss-crossing sword wounds. They were long, narrow and dense, exuding a command. The strong masculine aura that made people tremble, everyone who saw it gasped and their scalps were numb.
If the owner of "Excalibur Villa", Xie Wangsun, was here, he would probably be shocked, because the sword wounds on Li Muchan's body were not less than those on Xie Longteng's body, and they were even more.
During those unknown three years, in that dark, dead, dark room, Li Muchan had already fought with him for dozens and hundreds of days and nights. He had broken hundreds of swords, and no one knew he was there. How much blood was shed and how much sweat was shed to get to this point.
Moreover, there were several times when he almost died from Xie Long Teng's sword.
In the end, Li Muchan simply untied Xie Longteng and declared that whoever gets out alive will be the head of the Seven Dragons and the master of the hall.
In that dark room, he greedily and eagerly absorbed all the experience of fighting against the enemy, even Xie Longteng's swordsmanship, skills, martial arts, and even various magical means, and turned them into his own use.
Although Shangguan Xiaoxian has been dormant for many years, she still has a strong foundation in the "Money Gang" and has top masters like Jing Wuming working for her. The same goes for Xie Longteng, whose clan has hidden almost 70% of the world's sword manuals. Coupled with the high expectations he had placed on him since he was a child, and his extraordinary talent, he was destined to be extraordinary.
But Li Muchan had nothing.
Even if he possesses peerless martial arts, he still falls short in the end.
Therefore, he can only make up for the lack of starting point and catch up by sweating more and seeing more blood than others.
In the past three years, he has been longing for strength all the time. Even in his dreams, he has been thinking about swordsmanship, knife skills, and palm skills, and has tried every method.
Until one day, Xie Longteng realized that he could no longer defeat him... and asked for death.
As soon as the black robe swayed, Li Muchan seemed to have returned to his gentle and watery look, with eyes full of life.
He looked back at Lu Fengxian, who was standing with his back to him.
This man can actually still stand.
"It's a pity that you have wasted nearly twenty years and lost all your youth. Although you reappeared in the world, it was too short. I think you haven't had time to return to your prime... You still couldn't leave after all. When you come out, you are half a hundred years old, but your energy and spirit remain in the past, so fall down."
Lu Fengxian's frozen body suddenly shuddered, then he raised his head and spat out a mouthful of blood mist, falling straight to the ground.
"Ahem..." Li Muchan suddenly coughed twice and turned to look at the "Overlord Spear" whose face was as pale as paper. "Well, it seems you can't take my life away."
Just now, Li Muchan and Lu Fengxian fought, but he didn't even react. He only felt a blur in front of his eyes, and a figure drifted past. The holder of the "passionate ring" had been controlled by others and was sent under the iron finger.
too fast.
This weird and unconventional Qinggong alone is probably enough to make everyone laugh proudly.
The long street is silent.
The group of people was as silent as a cicada, no one made a sound, but their hands and feet were trembling.
This person is obviously practicing the secrets of the martial arts that are not taught, but there is no peaceful and upright air in his body. Instead, the evil is powerful. Even the palm technique seems to have changed its flavor. It is not the "God's Palm to Conquer Demons". ” is clearly an evil Buddha and an impermanent one.
Looking at Li Muchan, the well-dressed young man holding the "Overlord Spear" gritted his teeth and strengthened his cold right hand.
Li Muchan dusted off the dust on his body and said casually: "It's a pity that the seven weapons back then each had their own merits, and the holders were all heroes and wizards with outstanding intelligence. Now you and I are reduced to working for the 'Blue Dragon Society'" eagle dog."
The young man was an average-looking man, with a black forehead band on his head. He was also dressed in ordinary clothes, linen clothes and cloth shoes. He looked about thirty, and his eyes were cloudy and uncertain, as if he was struggling whether to take action or not.
Li Muchan smiled and said, "You have already lost."
After he finished speaking, he tilted his head and glanced at the handsome man who revealed the truth about "Buddha falling into the clutches of demons" with a smile. He turned around and walked to the blacksmith shop, leading Peacock, Ye'er, and the goddess of bliss into the night.
The young man holding the gun was ashamed and angry, but he seemed to have breathed a sigh of relief. His back was already wet with a layer of cold sweat, and then he let out an unwilling roar.
"Collecting the bodies!"
Suddenly, Li Muchan's voice floated in the wind, along with pieces of banknotes, mixed with fallen leaves, rolling in the air.
Amidst the exclamations one after another, the people in the world who were still in shock all widened their eyes. You looked at me, I looked at you, and then one by one they pounced, swept, jumped or ran, crowding onto the long street. , reaching out to grab those banknotes, fighting to the death.
"Mine, this is mine!"
"Haha, three thousand taels!"
"Get rich! Get rich!"
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Also on this night, a bloody and cruel fight came to an end in the Dali Diancang Sect.
This one of the "Seven Great Sword Sects" that has long been famous in the world has now been reduced to ruins, with corpses lying everywhere and mutilations everywhere.
The leader, Taoist Master Long Xuan, was holding a broken sword, his hair disheveled, and his body covered in blood as he looked at the demon sect members in front of him. Then he looked at the disciples, disciples, elders and fellow disciples. His single eye was filled with tears and blood, and even more. A towering cold light bloomed, and the remaining sword also had sword light, pointing directly at a figure behind the group of demons.
This man is neither the great elder nor the other three elders, but a tall and tall figure. He is extremely majestic, with only one back, and he looks like a demonic figure.
But this figure from behind not only killed Dian Cang's three elders with one blow, but also cut off Dian Cang's sword that had been handed down from generation to generation, and even destroyed one of his eyes.
"The evildoer must die!"
Taoist Master Longxuan opened his eyes wide and hissed loudly, like a cuckoo weeping blood.
The foundation that had been established for hundreds of years was actually burned to the ground. How could he have the face to face all the leaders of the past generations and risk his life to attack him?
He flew up sideways, and he didn't know whether he was using a man to control the sword or a sword to control a person. His whole body seemed to turn into an unparalleled divine blade, striking directly at the back.
No one stopped him.
In fact, there were not many demon sect members who raided the formation, but seven of them, with less than two cups of tea, had almost wiped out the Dian Cang sect.
But suddenly, Long Xuan suddenly saw a flash of sword light in his eyes, an indescribable flash of sword light. It was unbelievable, like a crescent moon, a shallow blue moon. It only appeared in the sky, and it had a shocking power. , the ability to frighten gods and ghosts.
The flame of extreme hatred in Long Xuan's eyes suddenly went out at this moment, and his vitality also dimmed at this moment.
His flying body suddenly saw a line of blood running across his body from the center of his eyebrows, and the sword in his hand was also cut in half. The remaining force continued unabated, and he fell into the night.
"Leader, do you need to summon the great elders and the others?" Suddenly a demon sect member asked respectfully.
A deep and powerful voice then sounded: "No need, let's go to the Central Plains for a walk first!"
(End of chapter)
