A thrilling ambush that shook the world was over.
This battle ended with the defeat of the "Blue Dragon Society" and Li Muchan's power in the martial arts world.
Hundreds of lives were lost, and the Yangtze River waterways were stained with blood.
The ears, eyes, and eyes of all forces were scattered in all directions, and they passed the news back as quickly as possible.
They all know and understand that from now on, in this arena and martial arts world, there will be an unparalleled strongman who will rise up to be an unparalleled overlord who is unparalleled and makes people laugh.
If Li Muchan still had flaws and flaws before yesterday, now, he has used his strength to tell the entire world that he is indestructible and unstoppable.
This man is not only ambitious, popular, and powerful, but he also has great strength now.
This is terrible.
For a person without strength, no matter how much he gets or how much he occupies, if he cannot hold on to it, everything will be empty talk after all and will be taken away sooner or later.
Just like the position on the top, it may not be too difficult to sit on it, but the difficult thing is to sit firmly and hold it.
But now, Li Muchan undoubtedly has the confidence to hold his hands tightly.
Anyone who would try to take away what he held would surely think carefully now and think twice about doing so.
The rain stopped.
The wind also dispersed.
The waves rise and fall along the river bank.
The bloodiness also faded, and the people on both sides of the mountains were all scattered.
Some people rushed to report the news, while others continued to chase the boat in the distance.
Some are retreating and some are advancing.
And in this bloody Shura field, at some point, in a hidden and uninhabited corner of the river, an ugly face suddenly emerged from the bottomless blue water.
There was shock, lingering fear, and unbelievable surprise on this face.
He seemed to be unable to believe that he was still alive and took a few sharp breaths.
After all, Li Muchan's unparalleled power is still in front of his eyes, and everyone will be frightened and feel that his life or death is uncertain.
But he is indeed still alive.
He is King Miao, the "King of Ghost Killing Sword".
King Miao Tian didn't dare to surface yet, for fear that all the "Qinglong Society"'s eyes, ears and eyes had not yet left.
And he soon discovered something very unexpected and surprising. The poison in his body had actually been cured.
In just a moment's thought, King Miao Tian already remembered Li Muchan's last heavy palm. With the opponent's shocking palm power, if there was no accident, he should have died with all his internal organs damaged, and without a burial place, but he is still alive and well now.
Needless to say, all this could only be done by Li Muchan.
Not only did this man not kill him, he actually detoxified him...
call!
No matter how deep and sinister Miao Tianwang's thoughts were, he couldn't help but feel a lot of emotion at this moment, and there was also a faint feeling of guilt in his heart, and he felt like he was ashamed of himself.
Although Li Muchan is extremely wealthy, it is undeniable that he is extremely tolerant to his subordinates, and he is never stingy with rewards. He also has his own perseverance, ambition, courage, and ambition. He is an upright and qualified person. He is the perfect boss.
King Miao Tian thought about the Qinglong Society again.
The people of the Qinglong Society actually didn't even care whether he was alive or dead. They seemed to think that he was dead and his body sank to the bottom of the river.
But even if he is really dead, there is no one to collect the body...
The more King Miao Tian thought about it, the more sinister and ferocious his expression became, with murderous intent bursting out of his eyes.
But he soon saw another person, a person who was not dead like him and who also survived from Li Muchan.
Yan Nanfei.
This arrogant young man who became famous at a young age, a leader among the rising stars, now climbed out of the river in a very embarrassed state like Miao Tianwang.
He still held the Rose Sword in his hand, and his handsome face was pale and bloodless. After all, a person was defeated twice in a row, and both at the hands of the same person. It must have been a big blow.
Not to mention that this is a person who thinks very highly of himself and has a very high spirit.
The two of them noticed each other in an instant, and then they showed fierceness in their faces, murderous intent in their eyes, and they were alert to each other.
But after both parties saw each other's miserable and embarrassed looks, they both fell silent again.
Because the two of them are in almost the same situation now.
Li Muchan did not kill them, but also gave them a chance to make a new choice.
The Qinglong Club will definitely not be able to go back.
After all, it is obvious that they must die, but they are still alive. There is no guarantee that they will not be suspected when they go back, and they may even be killed directly. You must know that once the seeds of doubt are planted, they may kill someone at any time.
There are only three choices left.
One is the "Tianxia Alliance", the second is the "Money Gang", and the third is using this battle to fake death, retreat into the mountains and forests, and hide their whereabouts.
However, just as the two of them appeared ashore, they saw a person walking down from the mountains beside the river, a person with a golden mask on his face...
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Jinling City, inside the pavilion in the middle of the lake.
Where Li Muchan stood in the past, there was now another person standing.
It is now the early spring in the south of the Yangtze River, with apricot blossoms and a light rain. The rain outside the pavilion is thick and thick, like a ball of melancholy, which is constantly being cut and cannot be sorted out.
But the green mountains and green waters are pleasant after all.
The people in the pavilion looked at the rain and said softly: "What a great place. You can see all the mountains and rivers. You are unique in the world. You have a great artistic conception of swallowing up the mountains and rivers. Li Muchan is indeed an excellent opponent."
The wind and rain swept in, but strands of white hair like frost and snow were seen rising from the man's temples and spreading out in the pavilion, like clouds, fog, demons and evil spirits.
The man in the pavilion stands with his hands behind his back, his white clothes fluttering and not stained by dust. Although his face is covered with a strange and ferocious dragon-headed mask, which looks evil, but it exudes a convincing aura from the inside out. Calm and elegant, his whole body is filled with an indescribable nobility, which is as ethereal as a noble person in the sky.
He stood for a long time until a light came on by the lake. Under the light, the mask vaguely emits a deep and dark brilliance, which is evil and strange, as if it can capture people's souls.
This person is, of course, Gong Ziyu, the great dragon leader of the "Qinglong Society".
Gong Ziyu looked at the misty rain outside the pavilion and the scenery on the lake, when suddenly a strong wind blew into the pavilion behind him.
The first one of the second dragons walked in, holding the letter sent back from the hidden stake in his hand, and said only one sentence: "The interception of the first three dragons failed."
Gong Ziyu said "Huh", and his eyes under the mask seemed to turn into torches for an instant, shining with a compelling light, but he quickly restrained himself and said softly: "Go on."
The second dragon head then told everything that happened under Baidi City.
When he heard that Li Muchan actually possessed the "Shadowless Divine Art", Gongziyu couldn't help but laugh: "It's so awesome."
And behind him, besides the two dragon heads, there were two other people.
One is of course the "Blissful Goddess" Li Yaoshi, and the middle one is the most notorious killer and the most terrifying swordsman in the world today, Yan Shisan.
"Bai Yujing actually failed to succeed." He sighed.
The second dragon head hesitated and said: "Are you still chasing me?"
Gong Ziyu stretched out a hand to catch the rain from outside the pavilion, and said softly: "Of course I have to chase him. Do you know why Bai Yujing is still alive?"
"Why?" Erlongshou asked.
Gong Ziyu smiled and said: "It's because Li Muchan was injured, or maybe he wasn't strong enough. He broke out one after another. He seemed to have unparalleled momentum, but in fact he was already strong on the outside but weak on the inside."
Li Yaoshi lowered his eyes and lowered his eyebrows, and said softly: "Because there are two people beside him, so he can only capture people and cannot kill people with all his strength. I think he was injured in that battle."
Young Master Yu nodded and said lightly: "Yes, he must be extremely weak at the moment and may fall at any time. He must be eager for help. In this case, Junior Sister, please go and give him a helping hand and see him off on his last journey."
Pharmacist Li nodded, and immediately turned around and left the Huxin Pavilion with a jingling sound of rings, disappearing in the mist and rain.
"Then what should we do next?" Erlongshou asked.
Gong Ziyu pondered for a moment, looked at the clear water and green mountains outside the pavilion, slowly clenched the outstretched hand as if holding the world, and then sighed softly in an unquestionable tone and extremely clear voice: "The time has come. ah."
The time has finally arrived. The "Demon Sect" exists in name only, the "Money Gang" is in a corner, and the "World Alliance" is already in his pocket. Isn't this considered an opportunity?
As for Shenjian Villa and Bai Dao Zhengpai, they are even less worth mentioning. They are nothing but a piece of loose sand.
The wind and rain hit his face, Gong Ziyu stretched out his arms in the wind, as if he was about to ride the wind, his white robe rolled up like clouds, and his white hair looked like flowing clouds. The next moment, he really flew up, with the energy all over his body soaring, as if he was slowly lifted up by a pair of invisible hands, three feet off the ground, and then flew out of the pavilion, onto the lake, into the rain, and traveled around the world.
He finally decided to show his ambition to this world.
Qiu Xiaolou worked hard but failed in the end. Li Muchan was nine years old but fell short. Now it's his turn.
He has been dormant and planning longer than anyone else, and there is absolutely no chance of failure.
This step is the step that every ambitious person must take, and it is also the ultimate goal that they long for throughout their lives.
Like a moth to a flame...
If you lose, you will die. If you win, you will reach the top.
The most terrifying nightmare in the world is finally coming.
(End of chapter)
