Above Taihu Lake.
Under the gaze of everyone, two figures were seen falling from the cliff.
Xiao Siwu had no eyes to accept it, and he was even more unwilling to accept it in his heart. But after being unwilling, there was a deep pain of being inferior to others.
If he had an excuse to find an excuse when he lost aggrievedly the first time, then there is no doubt that he lost completely now.
He was defeated, defeated by someone who had never taken him seriously, or even looked down upon him.
"Ah, I hate it so much!"
This little person, now...
But the thought came to him suddenly. Li Muchan's eyes were cold, his cheeks puffed up, and the golden flying knife in his mouth sank into the center of Xiao Siwu's eyebrows like lightning, killing him with one blow.
Li Muchan had seen the unwillingness in the other party's eyes, and Sun Wuer had the same look before his death.
Therefore, they will lose.
…
boom!
There was a loud explosion, a few sighs, and it was unknown who's fame, fortune and ambition were ruined in the ashes.
The waves were rolling, and in the eyes of a pair of eyes that were wide and wide, they suddenly saw a figure rising from the dangerous cliff outside the dangerous cliff, as if riding on the wind, raising its arms and flying into the air amidst the rising noise, and then stepped on the frost and snow.
And on his shoulders, there were two broken arms, Xiao Siwu's broken arms.
"I'm fine." He said.
The calm and gentle voice spread out and fell into everyone's ears, which was reassuring.
Since the current situation is so dangerous, of course he, the boss, must walk side by side with his brothers, set an example, and boost morale. Even if you could have just taken the opportunity to escape, since you want to become famous and do big things, you still have to have the courage you deserve. You must know that besides gold and silver, you also need loyalty and courage to win people's hearts, so that you can convince the crowd.
Sure enough, as soon as these words were spoken, the morale of the demon sect was high, their spirits were lifted, and they even became more ruthless in their attacks.
Li Muchan lifted the severed arm off his shoulder and his eyes were quickly scanning the situation on the battlefield.
There were corpses everywhere, and the blood was so bloody that it was so tragic that it was unimaginable.
Everywhere you look, there are figures fighting fiercely, and the demon sect has clearly gained the upper hand, with several forces already looking like they are retreating.
It's a pity that they can't retreat.
The three thousand elites together with the twelve dead bodyguards almost cut off their retreat. They were surrounded and attacked from both sides, cutting off all means of survival. They could only fight for their lives and fight against the odds.
Qiu Xiaolou wants this battle. Whether he wins or loses, whoever is in charge will decide in one battle.
Li Muchan looked at the goddess of bliss who was still fighting against the two dragon heads. Seeing that the two sides were fighting back and forth, she immediately cast her gaze down the mountain.
There was also fighting at the foot of the mountain, and the lakeside was dyed red, like a spread of dark red ink. It was a chaotic battle, turning into a pot of porridge.
He was looking for Qiu Xiaolou, the Great Elder, and Shangguan Xiaoxian.
It was just that he saw that the ghost master was not dead, and murderous intentions were coming from all directions.
Fist palms, legs and feet, swords, guns, swords and halberds, all kinds of weapons have been greeted by the flying figures, like a violent wind and rain, penetrating everywhere.
These are the masters of the world recruited by the "Qinglong Society", and the killers they have trained have all kinds of strange methods; there are also hidden weapons, such as darts, flying knives, flying guns, flying rings, and cold shadow meteors flying rapidly in the forest, taking away the weapons. Human life has endless murderous potential.
Li Muchan walked in the forest, following his footsteps, swaying and staggering. Behind him, there were only layers of shadows like a dream, making it difficult to distinguish between true and false, and completely ethereal.
It is the "colorless and formless, thousands of illusions and fragrances", the supreme light skill that combines body and footwork.
"Kill him!" Li Muchan said.
He avoided the oncoming hidden weapons and dodged the light and shadow of swords. With the sword in his hand, he broke into the enemy's formation like a ghost.
As the sword light dragged, a cloud of blood mist bloomed in the air, killing everyone.
The blood enters the mouth, and the fishy and sweet taste enters the throat.
Li Muchan's eyes trembled and rolled wildly in their sockets, watching for murderous intentions from all directions, parrying, counterattacking, and killing.
At this moment, the blood in every blood vessel in his body was boiling. Even though he was injured, he could not hold back his swollen heart. The pain is no longer pain, but has turned into an indescribable stimulation and indescribable pleasure.
This hard-won, hard-earned pleasure can now finally be felt and tasted.
But it's not enough.
Of course it's not enough. The "Money Gang" is at its peak, and the "Blue Dragon Society" dominates the world, becoming the uncrowned king of the martial arts world. How can we be satisfied if we are inferior to these two?
Moreover, both sides are his rivals and enemies. As long as he lives for one day, these two forces will deal with him endlessly.
So, after all, it’s still not satisfying enough.
If you think about it carefully, starting from the ruined temple outside Luoyang City, everything he did was mostly to save himself; although he still had ambitions, even to this day, he, Li Muchan, has made all his plans and schemes. The fundamental purpose is to seek self-protection.
Regardless of strength or power.
He couldn't stop, and he didn't dare to stop. He could only climb up and keep going up. Once he stopped, hell would be under his feet.
So, what’s the point of being happy?
The pleasure that Li Muchan wants is no longer to laugh arrogantly and get drunk with a sword. What he wants is to be unrestrained and lawless. If he wants the world to be overturned, the world will be overturned. With the palm of his hand, he can control wind and rain, change the color of heaven and earth, and even make the world panic.
This is true pleasure.
This road may still be long, and it is just beginning now, but as long as he has gone through this battle, he will have enough strength to deal with the "Blue Dragon Society" and the "Money Gang".
Be fair and aboveboard, fight head-on, no longer need to rely on anyone, no need to rely on anyone, let alone deal with other forces, be cautious and humble to survive.
He has to rely on himself to win this world step by step.
Before we knew it, it was getting late and dusk had fallen.
Suddenly, a sharp energy flew from the distance, passed over the fighting people, and landed on Li Muchan.
murderous look.
In the shadow of the sword, a young and handsome swordsman walked out. He was dressed in brocade and mink fur, carrying a luxurious sword. Even his boots were decorated with bright jewels and stones. He slightly raised his cold eyes and looked straight at him.
It was Yan Nanfei.
"This road is blocked."
Li Muchan burst out laughing when he heard this. He shook his sword and shook off the blood on it: "You want to stop me?"
Yan Nanfei also smiled. There were dots of blood on his lapel, like red plums blooming in the snow. His voice was clear and steady, with a hint of joking: "It's not just me. There are many people in the world who want to settle accounts with you." Qinglonghui'."
Suddenly, several fierce auras appeared behind Yan Nanfei, and he saw five middle-aged swordsmen who were half a century old walking out side by side. They all held swords in their hands, with cold eyes and faces as cold as frost and ice.
These five are all from the Excalibur Villa. They are all dressed in black outfits with white jade belts. The long swords in their hands are the same width and length. Even the hilts, sword quills, and scabbards are exactly the same. Only the swords are the same. The colors of the ears are different, and the materials are also different.
Look carefully, you can see that the sword spike is two feet long. The first one is golden, the second is silver, the third is copper, the fourth is iron, and the fifth is jade with a ring on it. They are intertwined and connected to each other, which is extremely weird.
Li Muchan didn't even look back. While talking and laughing, he suddenly passed the long knife back in his right hand. The tip of the knife quickly sank into a person's throat. He retreated at the first touch, allowing the person to fall down with his throat covered.
"Let's settle old and new scores together."
Seeing Li Muchan, the five old swordsmen of the Xie clan spoke in unison.
Li Muchan just smiled and said one word very simply: "Come in!"
…
Among the trees, Ma Kongqun also met a person, a lame man.
As soon as he saw the cripple, the pupils of his eyes could not help but shrink, his whole body could not help but tremble, and his breath became short.
Fu Hongxue.
In the battle of "Ten Thousand Horses Hall" in the past, he was defeated by Fu Hongxue and many people died. But in the end, Ye Kai forgave him and forgave him because Ye Kai was Bai Tianyu's son and Fu Hongxue was not, so there was no need for revenge. meaning, that's why he didn't die.
But now, Fu Hongxue appeared in front of him again.
The black knife and the pale hand are still as steady as ever.
Fu Hongxue, who had put down his hatred, is now free from restraints, and his sword skills are naturally no longer trapped in the prison of revenge. He can fly high like a trapped bird. No one knows what level his current strength has reached.
Fu Hongxue didn't speak. He just held down the knife, but what he was looking at was the person behind Ma Kongqun.
But suddenly, a violent and murderous intention swept over him, and red clouds descended from the sky.
Looking closely, he saw a thin figure standing in the commotion of the riot. The person who came was none other than the Great Elder.
This man's already bright monk's robes became even brighter red, his whole body was covered in blood, and he had killed an unknown number of people. He looked extremely evil and treacherous, and his eyes were scarlet.
The great elder looked around the field with a cold look.
Ma Kongqun was about to speak when an old and withered right hand suddenly reached towards his heart, silently and hard to guard against.
But at the critical moment, a person behind Ma Kongqun casually pushed him away and gave him a hand.
The man raised his hand and flicked it, and his other hand came out of his sleeve, and a palm was printed on the great elder's chest.
The surging force of his palm swept across, pushing up the frost and snow. In everyone's astonishment, the Great Elder flew out upside down and hit an old tree that was hugged by four or five people.
Ma Kongqun flew back a few feet, his face uncertain, and he said with lingering fear: "Did you succeed?
He knew that his identity was revealed.
"How is that possible," a soft and charming female voice sounded, "Be careful, this person may be more difficult to deal with than the leader."
The bamboo hat was lifted up, and Shangguan Xiaoxian revealed his true face and walked out with his hands behind his back.
"Difficult?" Ma Kongqun looked at the elder who had his head lowered and remained motionless, "How difficult can it be?"
"Hehehehe... The leader of the Money Gang really deserves his reputation." Suddenly, a sinister laugh burst out from between the elder's teeth, and his scarlet eyes scanned the crowd, "I heard that your Shangguan is also a member of the Great Compassionate Endowment. Five unique skills, but unfortunately, what you have learned is only 50% of its power. Today I will show you how earth-shattering the 'Great Soul Searching Hand' is with 100% of its power."
(End of chapter)
