This knife was too sudden.
It was precisely the time when Li Muchan put all his heart into fighting to meet the enemies.
The dangers are still rising one after another, and there is no time for him to take care of them.
The knife stabbed directly at the vital point, it was extremely cruel and poisonous.
The one who took action was of course the person behind him, the woman he was protecting behind him.
It can only be this person.
Pharmacist Li.
Li Yaoshi stabbed him in the back of the heart with a knife. The knife was still glowing with a strange blue color, which made people's faces change.
The Four Fiends of the Tang Sect and Yang Wuji seemed to have expected this. Some looked at them with half-smiles, some looked on with cold eyes, and some seemed to sigh silently.
Li Muchan's expression didn't change much. He just frowned and stared, his pale face became a little whiter, and the blood line at the corner of his mouth became thicker.
"ah!"
He took a long breath, as if he was deflated again. A faint white breath mixed with blood flowed out from between his lips and teeth.
This breath also took away the life in his eyes.
The short sword retreated, and a bloody hole was revealed from his back to his chest.
Pharmacist Li tilted his head slightly, blinked his eyes, and showed a cute and cunning smile. There were a few drops of blood on his as white as jade cheeks.
Li Muchan didn't go crazy, didn't yell, and didn't even feel pain. She just frowned and asked hoarsely: "Is this your choice?"
Li Yaoshi said softly, and his laughter was like a silver bell: "I don't want to stand behind you all the time. Moreover, I am not only the cave master of the thirty-sixth cave, I am also Gongziyu's junior sister. Just did what I had to do.”
Li Muchan groaned.
As if he realized it later, he finally felt pain.
Medicine Master Li also had tears in his eyes, whether it was from distress or pity.
"Hahaha, what kind of hero, with peerless martial arts skills, was defeated by a woman in the end? He is just like Bai Tianyu back then, he is a fool."
The fat man sneered, with both cruelty and pleasure in his eyes.
The blood hole in Li Muchan's chest was leaking blood. It was clearly visible and shocking.
What a cruel blow.
Li Yaoshi succeeded with one strike and immediately withdrew, retreating very quickly.
Everyone looked at this dying hero, as if waiting for the end of his life.
But no one dared to attack with force.
The closer a person is to death, the more dangerous he is, let alone an unparalleled strongman like Li Muchan. I am afraid that the counterattack before death will be a shocking blow that will move the gods and ghosts.
Moreover, this stab through the heart would have killed anyone else on the spot, but it was amazing that Li Muchan could still speak, stand, and remain erect.
Of course, Li Muchan would not just wait to die. He rolled up his clothes and sleeves, and the surging wind swept in all directions. The din of the dust was filled with the light of swords, shadows of swords, and the power of palms. The frenzied offensive shocked everyone. He couldn't help but change his color and dodge again and again. Who dared to challenge him?
But these people were also in ecstasy, just like a person's reflection before death. The more Li Muchan was like this, the more it showed that he was at the end of his rope and was about to die.
Suddenly, a sharp shadow emerged from the hustle and bustle, dragging a line of blood and heading straight into the distance.
"Chase!"
The expressions of a group of people all changed drastically, and they followed closely.
Li Muchan must not be allowed to escape.
They have all shown their faces and identities. If they cannot kill him, once this person escapes and still breathes, they will have to be on guard all the time and have trouble sleeping at night.
They were not the only ones who came to besiege and kill them.
In the surrounding mountains and fields, many people from the "Qinglong Society" had gathered around them without realizing it, and they were led by twelve altar masters.
Compared with several big dragon heads, these altar masters are actually hidden deeper. Some are hidden in various sects and sects, and some are hidden in all parties and forces, and they will not be moved easily. However, they have only one purpose of existence, which is to carry out the act of "green dragon changing the world".
Some people spend their whole lives dormant, just like the first opponent Li Muchan met back then, the old beggar. He was such a person, dormant in the Demon Cult, but unwilling to endure the fate of the chess pieces, and finally defected to the Money Gang. , died in that ruined temple.
Among these people, there are indispensable big names who are famous, and there are also some ruthless figures who play an important role in various forces, and there is no shortage of small people in the market. They are a mixture of good and bad, including three religions and nine streams, black and white, good and evil, and even people in temples and officials.
After many years of dormancy, these originally unknown people have different experiences and identities.
And under these layers of disguise, they are all waiting for the "Qinglong Reincarnation" to live back to themselves.
The three hundred and sixty-five altar masters are all extraordinary. They each have their own unique skills, and they are also good at dormant, hiding their strength and biding their time. Over time, most of them are no less silent than King Miao.
This is the true foundation of the Qinglong Society, and it is also the confidence that Gong Ziyu can firmly occupy the position of "Big Dragon Head".
Twelve altar masters, plus more than twenty disciples of the "Qinglong Society", all came to kill Li Muchan.
Never let it escape.
Gong Ziyu made up his mind to kill Li Muchan.
Because only after Li Muchan died, he would be willing to take action without any worries and carry out the act of "green dragon changing the world".
This is respect for an opponent and fear of Li Muchan.
Li Muchan's face was very pale, his eyes were even more gloomy, and he raised his arms into the sky like a bird.
Suddenly, several Qinglonghui disciples were seen flying out of the forest from all directions, holding large nets in their hands to block his retreat.
Twelve altar masters also took action at the same time. These people were all hiding their heads and tails, wearing masks, and holding all kinds of strange weapons. It was difficult to judge the origin of each other. They must have been sharpening their swords in secret, just to make a splash.
Several people behind him also rushed after him. They were shocked at first when they saw this situation, and then they were overjoyed: "Li Muchan, your death has come."
Seeing these twelve altar masters, Li Muchan's face turned even paler, his chest kept rising and falling, and every time he took a breath, blood seemed to spread out from the wound, mixed with heartbreaking pain.
But his eyes were still cold, still arrogant, and there was a tragic look of being forced into a desperate situation, as well as a nerve-wracking viciousness, and a fierce light.
The war begins.
He clasped his two swords and merged them into a sword. He held the sword in one hand and pushed the palm with the other.
The blood stain on the palm of the hand was wrapped by the majestic palm power, and instantly turned into an unparalleled domineering palm force, like a rolling mass of blood mist, sweeping out like a hurricane.
Several people who were setting up the net suffered broken muscles and fractures in an instant and died on the spot.
After a moment's delay, the pursuers arrived, and so did the ambush.
More than twenty experts in the arena have now launched a series of fast attacks.
Li Muchan was attacked from the front and back, and his lone sword screamed. The sword shook, and he suddenly saw the sharp sword shadow rolling towards everyone. During the parry and blockade, he saw someone fall to the ground with his throat covered.
There were also several blood stains on his body, all of which were directed towards the wound on his chest, which was inevitable.
An unimaginable bloody battle broke out.
A group of people were jumping up and down, walking back and forth, taking turns, hitting with hidden weapons, chopping with swords, fists, palms, and poisons, not giving Li Muchan a chance to breathe.
The figures chasing each other under the moon are just like a pack of wolves devouring a tiger, extremely cruel.
Despite this, Li Muchan kept fighting and fought bloody battles for several miles, killing the enemy one after another with his sword and palm.
Soon, two of the Tang Sect's four evil men fell down, five of the twelve altar masters of the Qinglong Club died, Yang Wuji was seriously injured and fell to the ground, and all the remaining disciples of the Qinglong Club were lying on their bodies.
Roaring, roaring, screaming, laughing, all kinds of sounds are particularly clear in the light and shadow of the sword.
Wherever there was a fight, the mountains were stained with blood.
Suddenly, a strange fragrance blew in the wind. Li Muchan, who was originally extremely vicious, suddenly seemed to be drunk. His body swayed and staggered, and blood flowed from his mouth and eyes.
Poison.
The goddess of bliss laughed again and again. She followed the crowd and never made a direct move. It was not until she saw that Li Muchan was about to run out of strength that she saw the right moment and succeeded with one move.
Li Muchan staggered back with his sword in hand. Unknowingly, he had chosen a dead end for himself. Behind him was a steep cliff of unknown depth.
The night wind is biting and the bright moon is high.
When he retreated, he seemed to be standing in the middle of the moon.
Opposite him, a group of people were vomiting blood and were injured. Their eyes could not hide the fear, lingering fear, and even stronger murderous intent.
The goddess of bliss walked out, twisted her slender waist, and walked toward Li Muchan like the wind.
Li Muchan's eyes were red, there was blood in his eyes, he was coughing blood in his mouth, and there was blood everywhere on his body.
Tragic.
But suddenly, as Li Yaoshi approached, Li Muchan's eyes suddenly burst into flames like a resurgence of ashes, causing everyone to turn pale with fright, gasping for air, and all flew back.
The smile on Medicine Master Li's face suddenly froze, and Gein suddenly grabbed her neck with a big hand.
The hot breath hit his face. Looking at Li Muchan's face so close to him and facing those shining eyes, Medicine Master Li struggled a little, his eyes swayed, and then he smiled, as if he was being slaughtered. Closed his eyes.
Li Muchan's face was expressionless, but his breath trembled, and his clenched right hand relaxed a little.
At this moment, a figure suddenly approached from Li Yaoshi's side. The ups and downs of his steps seemed slow, but one step closer. He stretched out his hand and held the knife. The knife in Li Yaoshi's hand was stabbed into Li Mu's body again. Cicada's chest.
This time, it was the left chest that was stabbed.
The remaining many masters also had their eyelids twitching wildly, and they discovered that there was such a terrifying master among these twelve altar masters.
This man was tall and tall, with a calm demeanor in his movements, and his eyes under the mask were bright and bright.
"Junior sister, do you like him? I allow you to collect his bones for him. Based on the strength he has shown, he deserves such treatment, and he is completely worthy of you."
A soft voice sounded from under the mask, and the identity of the visitor was revealed.
It is Gong Ziyu, the great dragon head of the "Qinglong Society".
Since you are determined to kill someone, of course you can only feel at ease if you take action in person and watch the person fall with your own eyes.
Under the distracted gaze of the Paradise Goddess, Li Muchan's standing body finally fell down, falling towards the thousand-foot cliff and bottomless abyss behind him.
Gong Ziyu also exhaled a long breath. If Li Muchan was not dead, he would feel like there was a lump in his throat and a light on his back. He couldn't help but feel unhappy.
Especially knowing that this person has made great progress in martial arts and has achieved great success, it is even more difficult to let him breathe and live.
Now that this person is dead, the people of the Tianxia Alliance will of course have nothing to stick to. Whether they are loyal or unloyal, they will all be used by him.
This person must die.
He looked at the moon and roared, finally letting it out.
Once these powerful enemies are eliminated, only Shangguan Xiaoxian's "money gang" will remain.
But what he sees now seems to be more than just the entire Jianghu...
"Go back, this world is still waiting for us!"
Merry Christmas, dear ones! ! !
(End of chapter)
