Li Muchan has gone far.
He walked out of the city, walked under the sunset, and strolled through the maple forest.
The frost and snow have melted, and the setting sun is like blood.
Li Muchan walked very slowly. Although his expression was calm, the fighting spirit in his heart was constantly burning, surging in his lungs, flowing through his limbs and bones, turning into a raging fire light, which appeared in his eyes.
He clasped his hands behind his back and watched the scenery along the way as if he were strolling in a garden. He was extremely clear-headed and would never feel complacent about killing Sun Wu'er. He felt that he could stand alone in the martial arts world and laugh arrogantly.
There are too many people in this world who are greedy for power and love power. Once they gain power, they tend to compare themselves with others and forget about others. In the end, they become lawless. Their hearts are corrupted by power and gain. They forget their beliefs, abandon their ambitions, and become unscrupulous. Mad as a devil.
Such people, from the day they become famous and powerful, are doomed to a tragic end and a tragic fall.
But he won't.
He knew what he wanted from the beginning, and power and benefit were just means to achieve his goal. If he really wanted to describe it, then he wanted to be the one who controlled "power" and "benefit". He wanted to be scornful. He wants to be famous in the world, instead of becoming a slave of power.
But this does not mean that he will despise other people's life and death. On the contrary, Li Muchan loves life very much, so he is full of interest in many things and can delve into them, thus cultivating his skills.
Then, he saw someone.
A man in purple.
This man stood under a few maple leaves that were redder than blood and brighter than fire, with a parting hook hanging around his waist, looking at him quietly.
Li Muchan smiled and said: "I don't have time to deal with you today, let's do it another day."
The man in purple had a green face and a serious smile. He seemed to have really understood these words. He glanced at the end of the maple forest path, turned around and disappeared.
Li Muchan took a deep look at the man's back and continued walking, but not far away, he saw another person.
This time it was a stranger, a little old man wearing a sheepskin coat, with messy hair and dirty body. He was carrying a bundle of firewood on his back and a copper smoking pole in his hand. Squirming, he sucked the cigarette holder, and a ball of sparks suddenly lit up in the cigarette pot.
As the sun set, the old man walked past Li Muchan with heavy steps.
Li Muchan glanced at the other party, but just as he was passing by, he suddenly stopped and looked back. There was nothing behind him. There was no old man. His eyes immediately turned cold: "There are so many people joining in the fun, my master." Give you three breaths and retreat quickly, otherwise, you will all die."
"Young Master Ghost has such a loud tone, I..."
Someone in the maple forest on all sides immediately responded unconvinced, but before the words were finished, there was nothing more to say.
In an instant, a series of rapid and unusual sounds were heard from all directions in the forest, like birds flying in fright, like beasts running, and figures scattered and fled away, escaping in the blink of an eye.
Now, except for "Li Yuan", all the heads of the major families in Baoding City have either surrendered, been bribed by him, or fled. These Jianghu people rushing to help dare to enter the city, they can only stay outside, and they heard that Guo Ding As soon as he made an appointment to fight, he became interested.
It's a pity that there is no intention and no courage.
Li Muchan walked forward for a short distance until he reached the path, and then he stopped.
In front of you is an octagonal pavilion.
There was someone in the pavilion, a thin young man, tall and tall with black clothes and a black sword.
It is the contemporary walk of "Songyang Iron Sword" by Guo Ding.
This man's face was also dark, but his dark eyes were shining.
Because Li Muchan is here.
Guo Ding originally thought that people like Li Muchan would never put themselves in danger, or even go to appointments.
A warm smile appeared on Li Muchan's pale face: "Don't worry, it has always been my long-cherished wish to compete with the world's masters."
Guo Ding said: "Thank you very much!"
People are cold, swords are cold, and words are even colder.
But Li Muchan suddenly noticed the haggardness, fatigue, and drunkenness flashing in the other person's eyes.
This man actually drank?
He frowned and stared, turning around to exit the pavilion.
Guo Ding's voice deepened, his eyes widened, full of murderous intent: "Are you humiliating me?"
Li Muchan said calmly: "I'm not interested in people who want to die."
Guo Ding's breath tightened, and for a moment he felt that he was being looked at completely by Li Muchan's eyes that understood the world, and his dark face was pale and bloodless.
He looked at Li Muchan coldly and said in a loud voice: "You are also injured. I will never believe that you were unscathed."
Li Muchan looked back at him: "Ding Linglin?"
Guo Ding's hand holding the sword was blue at the joints, his lips were pursed tightly, and his teeth were clenched.
Li Muchan guessed right. This person actually fell in love with Ding Linglin. Unfortunately, Ding Linglin already had Ye Kai and would only like Ye Kai. Although this girl was very kind, she was destined to have no results.
"Do you want to defeat me so that she can look at you differently? Or do you want to risk your life and fight to eradicate me as a great harm to the Central Plains martial arts world?" he asked.
Guo Ding's pupils were shrinking, and the light in his eyes was like a rootless fire, teetering on the verge of going out.
Li Muchan sighed, stopped, and looked at the pavilion: "Is this the same pavilion back then?"
Guo Ding sat back in despair, picked up the wine bottle on the ground, took a sip, the wine soaked his hair, and said hoarsely: "Yes, here are the old Tianji old man Sun Baifa, and the Dragon and Phoenix Double Ring Shangguan The place where the three top masters, Jin Hong and 'Little Li Feidao' Li Tanhua, meet and compete."
At that time, Shangguan Jinhong had been dormant for several years. Later, he rose up and recruited seventeen masters of "Weapons Manual". He also reappeared in the world because of "Lianhua Baojian". It was here that he led Jing Wuming to fight against Li Tanhua took action, but was frightened away by Sun Baifa with a few words.
Li Muchan suddenly changed his mind and did not leave. Instead, he sat down and greeted, "Wine!"
Then, in the blink of an eye, a breeze seemed to pass by, and there were two jars of fine wine outside the pavilion.
Li Muchan was about to take a sip, but suddenly, the dusk wind suddenly blew up, filling his clothes, and maple leaves were flying all over the ground, as if sharp edges appeared out of thin air, filled with a terrifying murderous intention.
This is sword energy.
The unimaginable sharpness seemed to turn Shuo Feng into a sword, causing pain on the person's face.
Guo Ding was shocked, his expression changed instantly, he pressed his sword and stared, all the emotions in his eyes were gone, leaving only a hint of undisguised horror and horror.
Li Muchan narrowed his eyes slightly, glanced sideways at the path deep in the maple forest, and said with a leisurely smile: "You can leave now."
He said this to Guo Ding, and immediately slapped the mud seal of the wine jar with his big hand, raised his head and drank half a jar of strong wine, and laughed loudly: "Good wine! Good wine!"
On the path he came from, Li Muchan had already seen a person, a lonely middle-aged swordsman.
This man has a straight back, thick eyebrows, big eyes, and thin lips like sharp edges. His body is covered in dust and his eyes are full of vicissitudes of life, but his whole person is colder than Guo Ding. His indifferent face is like a cold stone that has not changed for thousands of years, and the coarse cloth Mai's eyebrows were stern, as if they were made of iron.
Not only did Guo Ding's pupils shrink, but his heart tightened: "Flying Swordsman?"
Li Muchan wiped the drink from the corner of her mouth and looked at the other person with direct eyes: "You want to see me?"
The middle-aged swordsman looked at him coldly: "Are you waiting for me?"
Li Muchan fell silent. He looked at the opponent's waist and saw that there was no sword.
The expression of the middle-aged swordsman also changed slightly, because at the same time as he appeared, two figures walked out of the pavilion.
One person carries two swords on his back, wears a golden mask on his face, and his ink robe faces the wind. He stands on the tree crown in the air, like a feather riding the wind, with an ethereal air. Another person, with his hands behind his back, strode out of the wind maple forest. He also wore a golden mask and a silk robe. His whereabouts were unknown and his true appearance was unknown.
Li Muchan walked out of the pavilion with a calm expression and responded: "Yes, I'm waiting for you."
The middle-aged swordsman nodded: "Okay, then I'll see you."
In an instant, a strong wind suddenly rose in the forest, and the three qi forces intertwined together to fight against the unparalleled enemy in front of them.
(End of chapter)
