The boat moves slowly.
"Cough cough cough..."
Suddenly, a few coughs shattered the calmness on the river.
Even the boat that was heading forward slowed down and almost stopped.
Fortunately, the coughing man quickly took two quick breaths, stabilized his breathing, and stabilized the boat.
Li Muchan sat cross-legged at the stern of the boat, his chest rising and falling slightly, his face as pale as gold paper, but his eyes were always calm.
But his straight back seemed to be no longer straight. Under the bright moonlight, it looked particularly thin and slim, as if he had lost the unrivaled strength at the foot of Baidi Mountain.
Everyone could see he was hurt.
And it was seriously injured.
But no one dared to despise him or laugh at him.
Being able to escape from the Blue Dragon Society's ambush is an extraordinary thing in itself. And this person also broke the ambush, thwarted the encirclement and assassination of several masters, and escaped with his body intact. His power was unbelievable.
This person looked like he would fall down at any time, but he just couldn't.
Everyone felt a tenacious vitality that they had never seen before from this figure, as well as strong perseverance, which seemed to be impossible to defeat and difficult to destroy.
Some people didn't believe that Li Muchan could hold on, so they suddenly got angry and jumped up from the river bank, hoping to take advantage of him to take advantage of his serious injury.
Unfortunately, it rises quickly and falls quickly, just like a fool who commits suicide by throwing himself into a river. He draws a moon-like trajectory in the air and plunges into the river, dying without a place to bury himself.
Finally, after losing several lives one after another, these people had thought of a way, that is, they must not let Li Muchan breathe, and decided to attack with arrows from a distance.
Even if it can't kill him or hurt him, it can drain his energy and internal strength, and wait until he is really exhausted before taking action.
What's more, there are two encumbrances on the ship, which naturally become the main targets of attack.
However, these people only shot one arrow. Suddenly, murderous intent erupted by the riverside.
An ancient iron sword came out of its sheath with a "choking bang". The moment it left its sheath, it was like a bright flying rainbow passing under the moon.
Qingyue's sword chant rose and fell suddenly, and everyone had no time to react. They could only see a sword light shining directly several feet away, then turning back, being held by a big hand in the air, and returned to the sheath with a "crack". .
Fast, indescribably fast.
The rise and fall of the sword was like a flash in the pan. Everyone saw only the light of the sword, only heard the sound of the sword, but did not see the shadow of the sword. Only the sound of the sword being sheathed was heard.
Looking closely, in front of the river bank, a tall man in black clothes stood under the moon with a sword in his hand, as if he had been waiting for a long time.
This man has a serious face and an unsmiling look. He wears black shoes and socks, a black scarf and a black robe. He seems to blend in with the night. He has a black-sheathed iron sword slung across his back. He is tall and thin. He looks at strangers and keeps them away, but his eyes are stern. He is also arrogant and unrestrained.
It turned out to be Guo Ding, the "Songyang Iron Sword".
How could this person take action?
Although Guo Ding had not fought with Li Muchan before in Baoding City, he was trapped by love and rarely showed up in the battle at Taihu Lake. Now he reappeared and actually drew his sword to help.
And after a moment, in the direction where the sword light just went, five figures had fallen down with their throats in their hands, their eyes still showing unbelievable shock, and blood seeping between their fingers.
Guo Ding looked at Li Muchan, and Li Muchan looked at Guo Ding.
Guo Ding frowned, but Li Muchan saw the fighting spirit in his opponent's eyes, the unusual sharpness, and the sharp sword intent that soared into the sky, like a sword that had been washed away of lead and rust.
This man...has enlightened! ! !
"Guo Ding, you are looking for death!"
Those who pursued Li Muchan were both disciples of the "Qinglonghui" and disciples of the "Tangmen" in Shuzhong.
Upon seeing this, they all looked at each other angrily and looked over coldly.
Nowadays, the Qinglong Society is about to sweep the martial arts world, and its power is even greater than that of Qingtian. Not to mention Guo Ding, even if Guo Songyang comes back from the dead and returns to the world, he will still be unlucky.
"kill!"
Seeing that they were enemies and not friends, both sides couldn't help but argue, and both got into trouble.
On top of the sword, there is a hidden weapon greeting.
Among them, several of the Tang clan disciples took action together, shaking their hands and raising their sleeves, and hundreds of hidden weapons were directed towards Guo Ding like a rain of flowers.
But what was unexpected was that Guo Ding did not make a move. He was shaken, and the iron sword behind his back screamed for no reason, and he pulled it out of its sheath on its own.
He didn't pick it up with his hands. His deep eyes suddenly lit up with two balls of light, and there was a cold murderous intention all over his body.
What is even more surprising is that the iron sword did not fall to the ground after being unsheathed, but flew up. In the dazzling sword light, Guo Ding turned his waist, and there seemed to be a soft and watery sword outside his body. The energy circulates back and forth, like invisible threads, wrapping the iron sword.
Good guy.
Just this one hand has caused everyone to scream in surprise under the moon.
Li Muchan raised his eyebrows, this swordsmanship was somewhat unusual.
More than ordinary, simply beyond imagination.
Guo Ding's body moved swiftly, and he used his hands to control his energy. The iron sword was pulled immediately, and with the help of his energy, it bloomed with a terrifying sword light, and walked around, like a dragon circling, forming a blur of sword shadows.
Then he saw sparks flying under the moon, the sound of gold and iron clashing, and all the hidden weapons being rolled down by the shadow of the sword.
The light of the sword moved back and forth, and the frightened faces on the sword's bright and cold body alternated rapidly.
"bass!"
Suddenly, the iron sword was sheathed again.
I saw that the chasing enemies under the moon were all frozen on the spot, lifeless.
What a fast sword, what a weird and mysterious sword technique.
The figures under the moon fell to the ground one by one. Guo Ding looked at Li Muchan again and said, "It seems that your situation is not good."
Li Muchan looked curious: "Where did you learn this swordsmanship?"
Guo Ding followed the boat slowly along the river bank. It took a long time before he uttered four words in silence: "Xiao Li's flying knife!"
Li Muchan's eyes suddenly narrowed. Now he was really surprised and shocked.
Of course, these four words cannot refer to Ye Kai, let alone Li Manqing.
It can only be that martial arts legend who has no voice in the world.
"Is he still in the Central Plains?" Li Muchan asked.
"Not here."
Suddenly, Guo Ding leaped across the river like a sharp sword and landed on the boat.
He sat down cross-legged, took off two dark red wine gourds from his waist, and placed them in front of Li Muchan: "Outside Baoding City, you treated me to a jar of wine. Today I will treat you to one too. It's incomparable." I brewed your fine wine myself."
Li Muchan glanced at the other party's cold face and couldn't help but grinned: "Are you here to see me off? It's really ridiculous. I didn't expect that today, the person who is willing to drink with me, Li Muchan, is actually mine. opponent."
Guo Ding looked at the person in front of him, looking at the ghost master who was about to be forced into a desperate situation, and felt a little touched in his heart.
He also heard the conversation between Li Muchan and Flying Swordsman in that pavilion that day.
But in the final analysis, it can only be said that circumstances are unpredictable and things are impermanent.
Shangguan Xiaoxian is like this.
The same goes for Li Muchan.
In the world of martial arts, there are too many things that people cannot help themselves.
Guo Ding took a sip of wine: "Then do you regret it now?"
Li Muchan took a wine gourd, took a sip, and immediately laughed loudly, laughing wildly and wildly: "Regret? The reason why people regret is because they realize they have done something wrong, and when a person begins to doubt and deny By himself, he is not far from failure."
He came closer and smiled, with a kind of contempt in his eyes: "Even if there is no end to the world, and everyone in the world is an enemy, and they are all against me, Li Muchan, you don't want me to say even half a word of 'regret'."
Guo Ding seemed to have guessed this answer a long time ago.
But he was still shocked by the unparalleled arrogance exuded by this terminal hero.
This man's behavior is getting more and more terrifying.
Just like Shangguan Jinhong back then, when he was in full momentum, when he encountered an enemy, he would often just squint his eyes and stare, which would invisibly capture the soul and make the enemy sweat, lose their mind and spirit, and lose their fighting spirit.
Guo Ding said calmly: "I learned this swordsmanship at the Guo family's old house."
As the other party changed the topic, Li Muchan suddenly returned to his previous calmness. He drank wine, the strong liquor went into his throat, dispelling the fatigue all over his body, and asked curiously: "Old house?"
Guo Ding said: "In front of Guo Songyang's tomb."
Li Muchan understood: "Is this what Li Tanhua left behind?"
"Yes," Guo Ding himself felt a little unbelievable. "Maybe it's not a swordsmanship, but a strange skill. It seems to have some connection with Xiao Li's flying knife."
Li Muchan smiled and said: "I didn't expect this person to be proficient in swordsmanship."
Guo Ding glanced at him: "Li Tanhua's inheritance is mysterious. It is said that a strange person taught him his skills. In addition to 'Little Li Flying Sword', his swordsmanship and light skills are also unparalleled in the world."
This is not true.
Ye Kai's Qinggong is unique in the martial arts world, and he claims that no one can match him in the past eighty years. If his apprentices are so good, the master will only be more astonishing.
As for swordsmanship, since Ye Kai could recognize Gong Ziyu's method, he had certainly seen it before.
A smile appeared on Li Muchan's pale face: "What do you want to do by saying this?"
Guo Ding drank the wine in the gourd in one breath and said word by word: "I want to resume the unfinished war."
Li Muchan sighed: "Now?"
Guo Ding suddenly flew away again, riding on the waves and chasing the water. He was already on the river bank a few times, and walked away with his sword in his hand without looking back.
The person left, but the words remained.
"Stay alive..."
Li Muchan pursed her lips and smiled, glanced at the two bodyguards who were still sleeping soundly on the boat, tasted the medicinal flavor in the wine, sighed, shook the gourd and muttered: "It tastes good, but it's bitter. point!"
Controlling the Sword with Qi comes from the famous sword style Feng Liu.
(End of chapter)
