Qiu Xiaolou came to kill him.
Instead of retreating, he advanced, hoping to sink the ship.
Now that the demon sect is gone, he can retreat, he can tolerate temporary success or failure, and even retreat completely, but it is absolutely difficult to bear the fact that the foundation of the demon sect is stolen and taken away. If these things were lost, the Demon Sect would cease to exist in name only. He, Qiu Xiaolou, would never be able to turn around again, so how could he be willing to accept it.
Qiu Xiaolou came with great force, followed closely by several dead bodyguards.
And he is not without ideas. If Li Muchan, the culprit, is killed now, these demons will definitely change their minds and follow him and return to the demon sect. There is still room for recovery of the situation.
Like a pack of wolves, the new king versus the old king.
But, can it be killed?
Li Muchan smiled lowly and looked through the flying snow in the sky at the remaining demon sect members.
He was originally thinking about how to recruit all these people, but now it seems that it will save trouble.
With murderous intent ahead of him, Li Muchan did not take action. He just said, "You are too conceited."
Qiu Xiaolou pressed the knife on his waist. The magic knife was about to move, and he said in a hoarse and cold voice: "I lost, and you can't even hope to win."
He seemed confident of killing the enemy with one strike and cutting off the ambition of the person in front of him. Because there are still five dead soldiers and guards beside him, these people have practiced the "blood transformation method", which is a hundred times more terrifying than a hidden weapon, and more vicious than a murder weapon. As long as he gets on the ship, Qiu Xiaolou will have great power. Be sure to deal with Li Muchan.
He could tell that Li Muchan had achieved extremely amazing skills in swordsmanship and swordsmanship, and was almost on the verge of becoming a unique school of his own, but his internal strength still had flaws and was not strong enough.
Closer, closer! ! !
Seeing the building boat getting closer and closer, and Li Muchan getting closer and closer, Qiu Xiaolou was about to make a move, when suddenly, his expression suddenly changed.
Because the five personal guards beside him... are already dead.
Several cruel and vicious poisonous arrows were shot into their backs.
Clusters of arrows pierced through the heart.
The five people were originally full of murderous intent, but at this moment, they all roared unwillingly and fell down into the lake. The expressions of disbelief on their faces solidified in an instant.
"The leader..."
Before one person died, he threw the box in his hand to Qiu Xiaolou.
In fact, the hidden arrows shot not only five personal guards, but also Qiu Xiaolou.
And those who fired the hidden arrows were clearly the demon sect members behind Qiu Xiaolou.
Everyone is strong-willed and aware of current affairs, not to mention that Qiu Xiaolou's opponent is a ghost master whose wealth can lead to the gods. Now that the "Tianxia Alliance" has taken advantage of the situation, it naturally needs manpower. In addition, Li Muchan also intends to recruit them. Smart people definitely know what is good and what is bad.
Now that he was facing all enemies, Qiu Xiaolou didn't take advantage of the chaos to retreat. Instead, he wanted to lead them to fight to the death. Only a fool would fight. Of course, he would switch sides in the face of the battle and hug this big tree tightly.
In fact, some of these people also belonged to Qiu Xiaolou's confidants, but they were all killed in an instant by the hidden knives around them.
Qiu Xiaolou took the box, his ink robe flew up, and he deflected the hidden arrows behind him. His cold expression finally shattered at this moment. With shock, anger and hatred, he roared: "You..."
The words just came out, and he didn't know what to say.
These people have done everything they have done and betrayed them all. He has completely lost.
But he still wanted to draw the sword. The light of the sword flashed, the sword was cold, and the cyan blade was pulled out from the black scabbard.
The crescent-shaped hilt, the crescent-shaped blade, and then a flash of cyan light appeared in the wind and snow.
This sword light was also curved like a hooked crescent moon, but suddenly, everyone was captured by an indescribable murderous aura. The sword light suddenly broke through the sky and turned into a flying rainbow. With the compelling murderous aura, it flew Arriving in front of Li Muchan.
The magic sword cuts with one strike, and the magic sword cuts with one strike.
Pairs of eyes looked over again and again, wanting to see the demon sect leader's last stand.
Li Muchan also felt the sword at close range, and it was indeed powerful.
However, the moment Qiu Xiaolou drew his sword, several figures were already attacking at the same time on and off the boat, and dozens of killing intents fell on the demon sect leader.
Now that the situation has become a reality, many people have bet on the revival of the family and the rise of the sect. How can they let Qiu Xiaolou get his wish, let alone let Li Muchan die, and never let the "Tianxia Alliance" fall? Down.
The light of the sword was close in front of him, but unfortunately two divine blades flew across to block it, and there were also two swords flying like swallows.
Li Muchan didn't move or blink his eyes. He just stood and smiled slightly, looking at Qiu Xiaolou's face full of hatred and anger, eyes wide open like an angry lion, flying closer, and then looked at The opponent retreats.
Qiu Xiaolou was in mid-air, slashed with his sword horizontally, and with the energy of his sword, he drove away all the murderous intentions surrounding him. At the same time, he captured a wooden boat. With everyone looking at him as if he were facing a formidable enemy, he opened the box.
Once the box was opened, the man's hands were as fast as the wind, and he wrapped his sleeves around it, only to see dozens of exquisite weapon fragments flying out of it.
These fragments were large or small, with different shapes, and even colors. However, as Qiu Xiaolou quickly moved his hands and put them together, all the fragments turned into a weapon in an instant.
It turns out that this is the secret of the box.
There are many fragments, or parts, hidden in this box, which can be transformed and assembled according to one's own situation and predicament to create more than a dozen completely different weapons with different effects, and all of them are extremely powerful.
It is not easy to control this box. It requires a pair of extremely dexterous hands, unconstrained ideas, and amazing martial arts. Only in this way can the true power of this box be unleashed.
Seeing how skilled Qiu Xiaolou was, Li Muchan guessed that the other party had been thinking about this box a lot, and couldn't help but shake his head and sigh: "In the face of a life and death battle, you can trust foreign objects."
There was absolutely no mockery in his eyes, not even the joy of victory, only emotion for such a desperate hero.
Li Muchan said without looking back: "In the future, will someone swing a knife at me from behind?"
His voice was very soft, so soft that only the goddess of bliss and the swordsman in black holding two swords could hear it.
Everything has just begun.
The "Tianxia Alliance" has risen, but the ambitions of countless people will also expand with it. Those aristocratic families and forces seem to be attached to him and follow him, but some are sincere and some are fake.
This is internal worry.
Who can be sure whether there is a second Li Muchan among these people, who is as ambitious as him, and who will eventually replace him just like the one in front of him.
The more people standing behind you, the greater the danger.
A hoarse voice sounded, and the swordsman in black said: "This is Jianghu."
He spoke decisively, clearly and forcefully.
But suddenly, the man asked again: "Are you afraid?"
Li Muchan said with a smile: "How can it be possible? Just like Gong Ziyu said, a person cannot be without opponents. I will not be afraid, I will only be eager. I don't even mind giving latecomers a chance to grow up."
Although Li Muchan's expression was still calm, his body now revealed an indescribable and powerful self-confidence, so fierce that it was suffocating.
And Li Muchan's ambition reached its peak at this moment, and he would never mind someone challenging him.
There are too many people in this world. Once their martial arts skills are high and their power becomes greater, they will worry about gains and losses. The more they get, the more afraid they will be of losing. The more they enjoy, the more they will be greedy for life and afraid of death. They will lose all their ambitions and ambitions. Throw it all behind your mind and waste it away.
Li Muchan would never do this.
Confidence needs to be stable, and the ambition to conquer the world needs to be constantly polished. This is the value of the opponent's existence.
He is not afraid of those predecessors who are astonishingly famous, nor is he afraid of the latecomers who are dormant and patient, waiting for danger.
Perhaps it is too early for him to say these words now, because he is not invincible yet, but this does not prevent him from condensing his own fearless and invincible belief.
After that, he sincerely sighed: "Yes, this is Jianghu. What's more, from the moment we jump in, everything is doomed. Fortunately, whether it's right or wrong, good or evil, we don't have to follow the waves. Ups and downs, but turning your hands to make clouds and turning your hands to make rain can stir up wind and waves."
The goddess of bliss didn't say anything. She suddenly summoned up the courage, took a deep breath, raised her left hand, became firm in the hesitation, and calm in the trembling, and then landed on Li Muchan's right shoulder, Brush off the falling snow above.
This was her answer.
She didn't say anything, but she seemed to have said everything.
Li Muchan was silent for a moment, neither refusing nor resisting.
The goddess of bliss smiled, as if she was finally relieved, and completely put her left hand on Qingluo.
Snow falls on the sky and earth, and the lake is covered with wind and frost.
For a moment, it seemed like eternity.
A moment later, the weapon in Qiu Xiaolou's hand suddenly exploded without warning, exploding into a cloud of flying needles, all of which were black poisonous needles.
Qiu Xiaolou's pupils shrank sharply, and without thinking, he raised his knife and chopped off his left arm which was riddled with holes.
He roared angrily and said gloomily: "Don't be proud, my today is your tomorrow."
Li Muchan smiled casually and said: "I didn't say I'd kill you, why are you panicking? How about leaving the 'Magic Sword Kill' secret book and I'll let you go?"
Qiu Xiaolou's face was gloomy, as if it was red due to severe pain, and his eyes were swollen and bloodshot. But after hearing these words, his face was expressionless, and then he chopped off a corner of his robe with a knife and threw it to He picked up Li Muchan, turned around and left.
"Just let him go like that?" Tie Yan and the other two said in disbelief, "Isn't it like letting the tiger go back to the mountain?"
Li Muchan casually took the flying cloth, looked at the small words on it, squinted and said with a smile: "How could the 'Qinglong Society' and the 'Money Gang' let him go? You have forgotten those tens of thousands of demons. These people They left so neatly, and they were most likely heading west."
At this point, he said in a deep voice: "They went to grab theirs, let's fight for ours. The disciples of the Order Alliance immediately swept across the martial arts paths in the seven provinces of Jiangnan. I would like to see that each sect has its own faction, and each party has its own power. Who dares not to bow his head?"
(End of chapter)
