"Peacock Feathers?"
"That's Peacock Feather!"
…
As the golden light fell into the eyes, the flash of swords, the shadows of swords, and the bright and dark arrows collided in the night, creating the most tragic and thrilling music in the world.
The originally quiet inn instantly turned into a Shura purgatory. Fighting continued on all sides. Countless figures were rising and falling, all rushing to the second floor and squeezing towards the guest room where Li Muchan was.
Knives collided with swords, blood and flesh intertwined, and the living lives disappeared in an instant, and the corpses were like cut grass, and they were buried in the bloody whirlpool of fame and fortune.
And the last person, Du Lei, had already turned ashen, as if he had fallen into an ice cave.
He looked intently at Li Muchan lying among the corpses, and met those eyes that were supposed to remain silent.
These eyes were dark and deep, as if they could not see any brilliance, but Du Lei saw a touch of ridicule and contempt in them, as if he was looking down at all living beings from a high place, and there was even a faint weird smile and a sigh of pity. .
"you……"
Du Lei really wanted to yell, yell out Li Muchan's name, yell out that the other party was pretending to be dead, and that "peacock feather" must also be fake.
This person must have been expecting them to take action and waiting for this moment.
But no chance.
Because murderous intentions were coming like a tidal wave, he had to survive first before he could be qualified to confront Li Muchan again.
Moreover, Du Lei didn't understand that Li Muchan obviously didn't wear gold silk armor. Last night during the long street battle with Lu Fengxian, this man even took off his black robe, revealing his body full of scars.
They all saw clearly in the secret, especially since Li Muchan never undressed or slept throughout the whole day and night, let alone had the chance to change into gold silk armor.
There are rumors in the world that if you want to kill the "ghost master", you must first break the "golden silk armor".
This treasured armor that shakes the world is invulnerable to fire and water. If they want to take action, they naturally have to ensure that nothing goes wrong.
At this time, Du Lei suddenly understood, and his whole heart was trembling. In the battle last night, Li Muchan did that on purpose.
What about gold armor?
Li Muchan was lying on the ground, watching all this with very calm eyes.
He is fine, how can he be fine?
He also understood why these people were shocked before they died.
Because these people are all Central Plains masters won over by the great elder of the Demon Sect, including Gongsun Tu and Du Lei.
It's a pity that he doesn't trust and has never believed it.
Humans, being made of flesh and blood, will always die if struck with a sword.
So as long as he deliberately exposes some flaws, those who want to kill him will definitely be tempted.
Li Muchan even stayed up all night and never took off his clothes. All of this naturally fell into the eyes of these people, giving them reason to believe that they could kill him.
Sure enough, he still took action.
He gave Shangguan Xiaoxian the "Dasou Magic Hand", but he never took off the gold silk armor, it was always on his body, sewn together with the black robe.
Li Muchan didn't move, just lying quietly, watching the bloody battle in front of him, watching these people fight for the fake peacock feather.
The world seems to have gone completely crazy.
Pools of blood flowed, corpses almost covered the corridor, and the originally spacious guest rooms became crowded, and everyone who entered the inn was unable to get in or out.
As time passes little by little.
The sounds of killing upstairs and downstairs gradually faded away.
After half an hour of tea, half a cup of tea, and smelling the strong smell of blood, Li Muchan stood up again.
When he stood up, he swayed and took a wrong step. He had already combined the body and steps of "colorless and formless, a thousand illusions and fragrances" together, and landed lightly among the corpses, like a black butterfly flying up and down. The elegance and vulgarity also contained the strangeness of ghosts and evil spirits. He walked as if he were strolling in the courtyard, swept out of the guest room and entered the corridor.
Then, Li Muchan stopped.
Among the corpses on the ground, a man in black was covered in blood, breathing heavily, holding a fine knife embedded with gems in his hand.
This man had sinister eyebrows, scarlet pupils, a cold face, his clothes were in tatters, and he exuded an unusual and fierce murderous aura.
This is Du Lei, who "moves wind and thunder with one sword".
Seeing Li Muchan, Du Lei's murderous aura like a broken candle suddenly surged, his eyes widened like an evil tiger, vaguely emitting a captivating red light.
Li Muchan glanced at the end of the corridor and saw that the last door was intact and there were no signs of fighting. Then he smiled at Du Lei and said, "I'll give you a chance, get out!"
The war was about to begin, and he didn't want to waste even a single bit of energy on this man.
Du Lei choked out a few mouthfuls of blood, then suddenly turned to the guest room on the other side and retreated.
Li Muchan no longer hesitated, jumped up, flew across the corridor and flew down the wooden stairs like the wind.
Under the bright moonlight, I saw corpses lying on the ground inside and outside.
In the backyard, a few remaining lights were still on.
Ye Kai and Fu Hongxue have disappeared, but a few others are still in a stalemate.
One of them is a tall man with a long face, wearing apricot clothes, with a black whip in his hand, cold eyes slightly lowered, over fifty years old, with slightly white temples, it is the "Snake Whip" Ximen Rou.
Beside him were the two swordsmen holding swords just now. Their bodies were red, their eyes were cold, but there was still a trace of lingering fear on their faces, as well as rising pride.
To be able to walk from upstairs to downstairs and from the hall to the backyard alive requires not only strong strength, but also great luck.
And the two of them undoubtedly have both. As long as they don't die today, they are destined to become famous all over the world.
Confronting them were Yan Nanfei and the maid in green disguised as the "Second Dragon Head" beside him, as well as the holder of the "Overlord Gun" and Du Lei who happened to jump down from the upstairs.
In addition, on the stone steps to the side, Shangguan Xian'er was huddled on the ground, her hair was disheveled, her cheeks were stained with blood, her clothes on her right shoulder were torn, revealing a section of her smooth and delicate shoulder that defied frost and snow. They look like jade carvings, and they look like they were kneaded from snow-white dough.
This person huddled under the lamp, surrounded by pairs of cold gazes, like a lamb surrounded by wolves. He was extremely weak and delicate, and his pitiful eyes hid panic, fear, and hostility towards these people. , and a hint of shyness.
She carefully arranged her purple clothes, trying to cover her exposed snowy shoulders, and bent her knees. Her exquisite body was still trembling, and her bright eyes were filled with tears.
Both sides of the confrontation looked at her and did not approach her. Shangguan Xianer held a scimitar in her right hand, and the blade was pressed against her neck, which was as white as jade. She thought she was too nervous, and bright red blood was oozing from the tip of the knife.
Shangguan Xian'er said tremblingly: "You... don't force me."
Yan Nanfei said with great pity, "Okay, if we don't go there, please hand over the peacock feathers. Not only will I let you go, but I will also ensure that you get out alive."
"Second Miss," one of the two swordsmen suddenly said coldly, "Don't be so angry. The gang leader is still waiting for you to come back. Come with us."
Shangguan Xian'er's body trembled, and the tip of the knife also trembled. A line of blood immediately flowed down his neck, and the eyes of several people who looked at him suddenly changed.
"Okay, we won't force you."
"Be careful, that knife is very sharp."
…
"Hahaha!"
A burst of laughter suddenly floated from the hall, and everyone felt that the lights in the four corners trembled, a wisp of wind blew by, and there was one more person in the backyard.
Li Muchan held a sword at his waist, put his hands in his sleeves, and acted independently. He greeted Shangguan Xian'er with a smile: "Don't be afraid, my brother-in-law is here. Why don't you come with me and I'll guarantee you the hot and spicy food."
"Leave?" Yan Nanfei sneered, "You should take care of yourself first."
Li Muchan narrowed his eyes slightly and glanced at several people. But when he looked at Du Lei, not only was there no coldness on his face, but his gaze stayed for a brief moment.
But no matter how obscure it is, it can be seen extremely clearly at this moment.
And such actions will make a big difference in the eyes of others.
There were countless casualties upstairs. Since Li Muchan was alive, how could Du Lei survive?
With just this small movement, Du Lei's face froze at first, and then became livid, and the veins on his forehead were already popping up. He especially noticed that Yan Nanfei tightened the Rose Sword in his hand, and the Qi secretly pointed at him, and every blood vessel in his body The hot blood in his body seemed to have cooled down.
Du Lei's eyes struggled for a moment, his lips moved, and he opened his mouth to speak, but suddenly he sighed as if he had resigned himself to his fate, and looked at Li Muchan with a very complicated expression: "Is it too late for me to regret it now?"
Li Muchan's eyes flickered, and he pursed his lips and smiled: "I told you to leave just now, but you still want to come back to join in the fun. Fortunately, I have a broad mind. Don't worry, as long as you stand by my side now, what happened before I can pretend it never happened, and I can even use you again, and I will never break my promise."
Du Lei took a deep breath and walked to Li Muchan's side under Yan Nanfei's cold eyes.
Li Muchan drew his sword.
"In a roundabout way, it's our three-way decisive battle again."
(End of chapter)
