Wen Hua came into the cabin and saw Li Muchan's face was like gold paper. He said helplessly: "Xiao He, this..."

Looking at Li Muchan's face, he guessed that his life was in danger and he was too seriously injured. It was really embarrassing for him to spend all his energy to save others at this time. If it were him, he would first save his own life.

Li Muchan shook his head: "It's important to save people."

"Alas..." Wenhua shook his head and said helplessly: "It's because we are incompetent!"

Li Muchan asked Mo Guiyi to cross his legs with his back to him, put his palms on Mo Guiyi's vest, and asked in a warm voice: "Senior Wen, can everyone kill Zhao Yuanming?"

"Let him escape!" Wen Hua smiled bitterly.

Li Muchan frowned and said, "It stands to reason that he can't use magic weapons,...is he really possessed by a demon?"

Wen Hua nodded slowly and sighed: "In my opinion, he was possessed by the backlash!"

Li Muchan said: "Is there a way to save it?"

"Alas..." Wen Hua shook his head and sighed: "The magic weapon backfires, and all I can do is die."

Li Muchan frowned and said, "He will kill like crazy before he dies, so everyone needs to kill him quickly!"

Wen Hua shook his head and sighed: "Once possessed, he will become more cunning and insidious, and will not fight us head-on. It will be difficult to stop him!"

Li Muchan said: "Then we can only let him kill people?"

Wen Hua sighed and said helplessly: "No matter how many people he kills, he will eventually die. Apart from this big problem, and the magic weapon is out of control, the Divine Sword Sect has nothing to worry about!"

Li Muchan frowned and pondered for a moment, then suddenly looked straight at Wen Hua: "Senior Wen, this is what Tang Sect Master had in mind, right? He calculated that Zhao Yuanming would go crazy and activate the magic weapon desperately!"

Wen Hua shook his head and said: "Junior Brother Tang wouldn't be like this!... We were originally worried about it. Zhao Yuanming didn't dare to use the magic weapon, but we didn't expect him to be so crazy!"

"He wants to die together." Li Muchan mused: "Maybe he wants to kill us all before we are possessed by the devil, and then commit suicide...or maybe he has a way not to be possessed by the devil?"

"It's impossible not to be possessed by a devil." Wen Hua shook his head and said, "I can see from his appearance that he has become possessed by a devil. The power of the magic weapon cannot be resisted by humans!"

Li Muchan sighed and shook his head helplessly: "It's troublesome!"

"Yes. We sect disciples must be careful." Wen Hua nodded slowly, with a heavy expression.

Being possessed by a demon does not mean that you lose your mind and become a madman, but become a more powerful demon. He is cruel and ruthless, takes pleasure in killing people, and is far more cunning and cunning than ordinary people.

He would kill like crazy. But he would never spare the Wan Sheng Sect. The consequences would be endless. Wen Hua felt chilled just thinking about it. He didn't know how to deal with it. The disciples of the Wan Sheng Sect were by no means Zhao Yuanming's rivals. The disciples who were not on the mountain were all in danger.

Li Muchan said: "Senior Wen, you should send a message to Sect Master Tang first."

"Well, I'll do it right away." Wenhua nodded and said, "I'll leave it to you, Lao Mo."

Li Muchan nodded: "I'll do my best."

"Okay, I'll leave first." Wenhua left in a hurry... Half an hour later, a weak voice came from the cabin: "Xiaoru, come in."

Yi Xiaoru was so worried that she hurriedly got into the cabin. Seeing blood on the corner of Li Muchan's mouth, she immediately said anxiously: "Brother, how's it going?!"

Li Muchan waved his hand: "It doesn't matter to me. Senior Mo is fine. Just send him to rest for a while."

"Brother, is it really okay?" Yi Xiaoru stepped forward and put her hand on his wrist, slowly breathed a sigh of relief and frowned, "Brother, you don't cherish yourself too much!"

Li Muchan smiled: "Okay, send Senior Mo out, I will heal him right away!"

"Okay." Yi Xiaoru wanted to say a few more words. She was upset, but seeing that Li Muchan was haggard and weak, she couldn't bear it anymore, so she could only go out of the cabin to greet people on the shore and come over to help move Mo Guiyi away.

Mo Guiyi was still unconscious, but his face was rosy and his breathing was steady. At a glance, it was clear that he was safe and his life was not in danger.

The two old men boarded the boat and asked Li Muchan with concern. As the other seven sects, they didn't like Li Muchan from the Yin Sect, but seeing him acting like this to save Mo Guiyi, they couldn't help but feel apologetic.

Li Muchan smiled and waited for them to leave. Yi Xiaoru stood outside again to protect him and heal his injuries. Xiu Xiu opened the boat and returned slowly.

The bright moon is as bright as a silver plate, illuminating the sparkling waves. Occasionally, flower boats float by on the river. The lights in the boats are bright, and the sound of silk and bamboo is heard endlessly.

The surroundings were lively, and Li Muchan's boat became increasingly quiet. In silence, they reached the river bank but did not get off the boat.

Li Muchan's voice came out: "Get off the boat."

Yi Xiaoru and Xiu Xiu came over to help him, but he shook his head helplessly and said with a smile: "I'm not at this point yet, no need to use it."

"Brother, hurry up!" Yi Xiaoru said angrily.

Xiuxiu also rolled her eyes at him, complaining that he worked so hard, it was not her fault, so what the hell!

Seeing them like this, Li Muchan smiled helplessly and said nothing more.

The two women helped him out of the boat, floated ashore, and walked towards the small courtyard. The small courtyard was hidden in the formation and could not be seen clearly under the moonlight. They could only see the small courtyard next to them, not theirs.

, as if there was no house there in the first place.

"Hey!" Li Muchan suddenly stopped and his expression suddenly changed.

"Brother?" Yi Xiaoru asked hurriedly.

Li Muchan took out his arm, hugged the two of them back, and said in a deep voice: "Stand back, and you will go in first later!"

"Sir, what's wrong?" Xiuxiu asked curiously.

Li Muchan shook his head and slowly drew the sword. The Yingxue Sword exuded a brilliance like water and shook gently like water ripples. Li Muchan had a solemn expression on his face, stared at one place, and said in a deep voice: "As soon as I make my move, you go first!"

Yi Xiaoru heard his voice was unspeakably solemn and did not dare to say more. She nodded slowly: "Okay... Li Muchan said in a deep voice: "Sect Master Zhao, come out!"

"Hehe..." A cold laughter suddenly came out, and then Zhao Yuanming walked out of the darkness. The moonlight reflected in the river water shone on his face, and he could clearly see the strange smile on his face, which was weird and chilling, and his eyes were cold and cold.

No emotion.

When the two women saw this smile, the hairs on their bodies stood up.

"I really didn't expect..." Li Muchan shook his head: "Sect Master Zhao really thinks highly of me, and he was the first one to come to me!"

Zhao Yuanming laughed coldly: "Hehe. Killing you is worth all of them!"

Li Muchan understood what he was referring to. In terms of the number of murders and the severity of evil spirits, the Wan Sheng Sect was indeed far inferior to him. There were not even a thousand but eight hundred.

However, he has profound Buddhist cultivation, which can dispel hostility and evil spirits. Therefore, ordinary people cannot feel it. Instead, they think he has a gentle temperament, as if he has never killed anyone.

Li Muchan said solemnly: "I see. Then let's do it! ... I wonder what the name of your magic weapon is?"

"Go against your will." Zhao Yuanming sneered, and with a flash of sword light, the tip of the sword reached Li Muchan's chest. Li Muchan took a diagonal step to avoid the sword, and took a step back to the river bank.

Zhao Yuanming followed closely, the sword light was surging, and Li Muchan kept retreating, falling to the disadvantage.

"Miss Yi, let's go in first!" Xiuxiu whispered.

Yi Xiaoru was fascinated by what she saw. Xiu Xiu reminded her that she had regained consciousness, but hesitated. Li Muchan looked at a disadvantage. She wanted to help.

Xiuxiu whispered: "Young Master deliberately lured him away, let's go in quickly, Young Master, it doesn't matter!"

"He was seriously injured..." Yi Xiaoru frowned.

Xiuxiu said: "Even if the young master is seriously injured, we can't help. On the contrary, we will be a burden. Let's talk about it first in the hospital, okay?"

Yi Xiaoru nodded helplessly, what Xiu Xiu said made sense.

The two of them entered the small courtyard in twos and twos and floated to the courtyard wall to watch. Li Muchan's sword light suddenly rose and he fought with Zhao Yuanming, regaining a slight disadvantage.

Yi Xiaoru breathed a sigh of relief, Xiuxiu frowned and said: "This guy is very powerful."

"How powerful can the leader of the Divine Sword Sect be?" Yi Xiaoru sighed: "Besides, he has already become a demon. I'm afraid the eldest brother..."

She shook her head as she spoke, looking worried.

Xiuxiu said: "Then Young Master, he can't beat this guy?"

"Well, he can't be beaten." Yi Xiaoru nodded slightly and said: "He is controlled by a magic weapon. He is very powerful. The eldest brother is injured again... Let's see if the eldest brother can come back later."

"Then what should I do..." Xiuxiu frowned and thought hard.

Yi Xiaoru looked at her frowning face and suddenly felt funny. She shook her head and said, "Brother can escape even if he can't beat her. It doesn't matter."

"Yes!" Xiuxiu suddenly smiled: "Young Master's ability to escape is unmatched... The two of them were talking, "ding, ding, ding, ding..." The sound of the swords clashing together became almost inaudible.

Intermittent, only a sound.

Li Muchan suddenly shouted: "Good swordsmanship!"

"Hehe..." Zhao Yuanming sneered. His swordsmanship suddenly changed and was unpredictable. The sword would often protrude from unimaginable places, making it difficult for people to guard against it.

Yi Xiaoru sighed softly: "What a powerful swordsmanship!"

Xiuxiu also widened her bright eyes and said, "What kind of ghost swordsmanship is this? It's an evil sect!"

She felt cold all over as she looked at this swordsmanship. She felt gloomy and uncomfortable. She wanted to turn away, but she was concerned about Li Muchan's safety.

Li Muchan's swordsmanship changed accordingly. It was clumsy and simple, but he could accurately block unexpected sword moves. The two of them quickly passed a dozen more moves.

"Ding..." "Ding..." It took a long time for the two swords to touch.

After more than a dozen sword strikes, Li Muchan shook his head and said: "Zhao Zongzhu is very skilled in swordsmanship. I admire him. Goodbye!"

After saying this, he flashed and appeared more than ten feet away, fell into the river, floated on the river water, and floated across the river in the blink of an eye.

Zhao Yuanming roared angrily, raised his sword and shot it out like an arrow from the string, with his toes on the river surface, and quickly caught up with Li Muchan, but Li Muchan dodged again and disappeared.

Zhao Yuanming heard a roar in the distance. The roar was like thunder, causing the boats in the river to light up their lights one after another, and people woke up from their sleep.

"Brother!" Yi Xiaoru shouted in surprise.

Li Muchan stood beside the two of them, shook his head and smiled bitterly: "This Zhao Yuanming is so powerful!"
To be continued...