The reddish-brown shadow flashed, and Li Muchan was startled. He felt that he was already in front of him and punched out.

Li Muchan spread both swords together, and then used the Qiankun Sword Technique, shrouded in purple light.

"When..." The purple light dimmed, and the long sword in his left hand flew out.

Xin felt like he was punched out again.

"When..." The purple light disappeared, and the long sword in Li Muchan's right hand flew out.

Xinjue punched out again, and Li Muchan met with his right fist, and the two fists collided.

With a muffled "bang" sound, he flew up, flew three to four feet in the air, and landed floating on the ground.

After landing, he staggered back two steps, blood gushed out from the corner of his mouth, and he smiled bitterly.

This is the martial arts of the descendants of Landa Temple!

Xinjue smiled: "This is the powerful demon-subduing fist, how about it?"

"I admire you!" Li Muchan smiled bitterly and shook his head, then took a deep breath and said, "I'll see you next time for some clever advice. Farewell!"

After saying that, there was a muffled "bang" sound, and he turned into several shadows and suddenly appeared at the foot of the steps.

There was a crisp "pop" sound, and a small crater appeared in his footprints.

Xinjue's face turned cold, he swayed, and when he appeared on the steps, he saw that Li Muchan had jumped out of the stone wall, falling straight down like a stone, towards the gloomy pine forest.

Li Muchan was in the air, smiling bitterly to himself. He wanted to jump to Crouching Tiger Mountain and escape for his life. He felt that the monk's murderous intention was well hidden, but he could not hide it from himself.
Chapter completed!