(first update)

The Nine Swords of the Canghai are mixed with the sword intention of the Songhe Yannian sword. The combination of the two looks like the Nine Swords of the Canghai, but it is the Songhe Yannian Sword.

Songhe Yannian's sword technique emphasizes intention rather than moves. Li Muchan evolved it with the Canghai Nine Swords, which does not reveal Songhe Yannian's sword technique.

Ordinary disciples cannot see the mystery. The sword intention of Songhe Yannian is similar to the sword intention of the Nine Swords of the Canghai Sword, but it is better. They only feel that it is exquisite and far beyond what they can imagine. They stare at it eagerly and try to understand it carefully.

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The ten women in Cuifeng Pavilion looked at each other and saw the surprise in each other's eyes. They had been immersed in the Nine Swords of the Sea for half their lives, so they could naturally tell the difference at a glance.

"Are these the Nine Swords of the Sea?" A woman shook her head.

"This is the real Nine Swords of the Sea. What a Zhan Ran, and he deserves his reputation!" Another woman shook her head and sighed, then turned around and said, "Everyone, please study hard!"

All the women nodded, knowing that the opportunity was rare and they did not care about anything else. They learned it first and then talked about it. They were deeply touched by the exquisiteness of the Nine Swords in the Sea.

Five people surrounded them. Li Muchan swung his sword like a waterfall, swinging it freely without any embarrassment. The five people were like a violent storm. When they encountered Li Muchan's sword light, they seemed to be assimilated and integrated into the sword light.

Taking advantage of the five people's siege, another person jumped up, wiped his throat, his face became ferocious, and instead of supporting the five people, he rushed towards Master Zhu Zhao.

Master Zhuzhao sneered, held the sword formula with his right hand and pointed it far away, and with a slight whistle, the sword energy of the Canghai Divine Sword came.

Seeing this, the middle-aged man hurriedly moved away and moved one meter away. He was still frightened by Li Muchan's sword energy. His body-protecting magic power was unexpectedly unable to block him, and he almost died, leaving a shadow.

Master Zhuzhao moved his sword finger, the sword energy was flowing horizontally and vertically, and his moves were inseparable from the figure of a middle-aged man. He dodged left and right, staring at her green finger with his eyes.

The round and white fingers were beautiful and dazzling in the sun, exuding a fatal attraction, but he was horrified and stared at them for a moment. The sword energy was colorless and invisible. If he wanted to avoid it, he could only look at the finger pointing. He couldn't rely on feeling. Wait until he felt it.

When it arrives, the sword energy also arrives.

Wen Yinyue suddenly raised her voice and said: "Master, sleeves!"

Master Zhu Zhao turned around and smiled sweetly at her. When she turned back, she raised her left hand and covered her right hand with her sleeve.

"Chi!" There was a slight whistle, and the sleeves suddenly exploded, and pieces of cloth flew in all directions, like a group of butterflies dancing.

"Bang!" Then there was a muffled sound, and the middle-aged man flew out, passing over a dozen steps, as if he was hit by a train from later generations.

"Bang" he landed on his butt, his momentum unabated, and then he leaned up and turned another somersault, one somersault after another, and he rolled down more than ten steps before stopping.

Master Zhuzhao pursed his lips and smiled, covering his fingers with his sleeves so that the direction of his fingers could not be seen. It was really wonderful, no matter how powerful his Qinggong was, he could not avoid the sword energy.

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The middle-aged man lay motionless on the steps. Everyone thought he was finished, but he suddenly jumped up, turned over and jumped into the air, firmly touching the ground.

He stretched out his head and touched his chest, his face twisted, and he rushed forward with an angry roar. Although Master Zhu Zhao's sword energy hit him, it did not cause much damage.

Master Zhuzhao frowned and stared at him. He staggered a little. He was injured, but it was not fatal. Logically speaking, being hit by the sword energy of the Canghai Divine Sword was worse than being hit by a sword. It not only destroyed his muscles but also

Bones, blood, and flesh will be destroyed, causing both external and internal injuries.

The Canghai Divine Sword is indestructible, but it only knocked down this middle-aged man without any external injuries. It is really incredible. This Dongchu man is really weird.

The middle-aged man rushed out halfway and suddenly flew out again. This time he did not go down the mountain, but flew up the mountain. He sprayed a bloody arrow in the air and landed at the feet of Master Zhumei with a "bang".

Master Zhuzhao frowned and stared at him. His middle-aged body shook a few times, and suddenly he kicked his feet. He fell silent and died.

There was blood pouring out of a small hole in his chest. Master Zhuzhao raised his head and glanced at the surrounded Li Muchan. The power of this finger was much greater than his own!

Li Muchan knew that the middle-aged man had magical powers to protect his body, so he deliberately increased his internal strength. This finger was so powerful that he actually killed him.

The other five people were frightened when they saw this, their moves became more and more crazy, and they were wary.

The magical body-protecting skill that they were most proud of could not block his finger power, which shocked them greatly. Without the magical body-protecting skill, they really could not be considered tyrannical.

While the five people were attacking frantically, they already wanted to retreat, but they didn't dare to retreat. No matter how fast their Qinggong was, they couldn't move faster than their sword energy. They could only deal with Li Muchan, and it was either you or me who died.

Thinking of this, they became even more crazy and adopted the trick of "destroying both the stone and the stone". They did not care about their own safety, ignored Li Muchan's sword and just wanted to kill him.

Li Muchan let out a long laugh, and drew his sword more and more slowly. The sword intention was lingering, the sword energy was sharp, and the strands of the sword were entangled, unknowingly like a spider spinning a web.

The five people were entangled by the invisible sword energy. They didn't feel it at first. They just wanted to stab Li Muchan and kill him to escape. As long as they killed him, no one on Canghai Mountain could threaten them.

When they reacted, the net formed by the sword energy had already entangled themselves, getting tighter and tighter. Their movements became slower. Every move had to be done with all their strength, which consumed a lot of internal energy. At first, one move required twice the internal energy, and later it took five

Six times, or even ten times, until it became too much.

The five people suddenly shouted together, and suddenly the five people scattered, as if they exploded, running from five directions, trying to escape at all costs.

Li Muchan laughed, swung the sword with his right hand, and raised his left hand, "Chi! Chi! Chi! Chi! Chi! Chi!" Five sword energies shot through the air.

The five sword energies caught up with the five people respectively. The five people were shaken, and three of them slowly fell to the ground. The other two shuddered and then ran away, like two wisps of smoke going down the steps.

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"Where to go!" A woman from Cuifeng Pavilion floated and wanted to chase her. Li Muchan hurriedly said: "Senior, wait a minute!"

In the past, she would have ignored Li Muchan's words at all. After seeing Li Muchan's martial arts, she stopped and turned to look: "Zhan Ran?"

Li Muchan clasped his fists and said, "Senior, if you have to spare others, please spare their lives."

The middle-aged woman turned to Master Zhumei: "Master, what do you think?"

"Just Yi Zhanran." Master Zhumei said.

"Forget it." The middle-aged woman stepped back and came to the other nine people.

The ten people looked at Li Muchan up and down with surprise on their faces, but they did not say anything in front of the disciples. A woman said: "Master, since it's over, let's leave."

"Yes, thank you for your help, uncles." Master Zhumei cupped her fists and thanked her.

The ten women smiled slightly, nodded to Li Muchan, and drifted away. In the blink of an eye, they disappeared. Cuifeng Pavilion usually does not care about worldly affairs and only takes action at critical moments. This is the tradition of Canghai Mountain.

Master Zhumei waved her hand: "Let's disperse, everyone. Practice hard when you go back. Don't lose the face of Canghaishan!"

"Yes!" Everyone agreed in a loud voice, glanced at Li Muchan, and then left. Li Muchan hurriedly raised his hand.

"What's wrong?" Master Zhumei asked.

Everyone paused and looked at him blankly, waiting for him to speak.

Li Muchan smiled and hugged his fists toward the woods on the right: "The two seniors haven't shown up yet?"

Everyone was silent. They turned their heads and looked over there. The pine forest was lush and green, covering the small courtyard of the disciples. At this time, there was no one there and it was quiet.

Canghai Mountain was silent, except for the strong wind, which passed by the corners of everyone's clothes and made a hunting sound. Other than that, there was no sound.

Li Muchan shook his head: "Senior, why are you acting like a rat? I really don't dare to compliment you, so please show up and see me!"

"Haha, OK! OK!" A loud laugh sounded from the woods, and then two ghostly figures floated out and arrived in front of Li Muchan in the blink of an eye.

They were two dark and thin old men, only reaching Li Muchan's brows. Their stature was quite different, but they stood there in awe-inspiring and inviolable manner, with an astonishing aura.

Momentum is invisible and colorless, but it does exist. When two people stand together, one person will often fall behind unconsciously. High and low will always exist.

The two stood in front of Li Muchan, like two pine trees stuck on the stone steps, tall and hard. They were lean and dark-skinned, and their whole bodies seemed to be made of iron.

Their faces were small and average-looking, with bulging temples that looked like two sarcomas, which were particularly conspicuous. Their eyes were as calm as water, not sharp, only calm.

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Li Muchan clasped his fists: "I haven't asked the two seniors for their names yet."

"I'm here for a sneak attack, you don't need to tell me your name!" The old man with long eyebrows waved his right hand, his left hand behind his back, and looked Li Muchan up and down: "Are you really a member of the Canghai Sword Sect?"

Li Muchan smiled and said: "I am Canghaishan Zhanran!"

"Zhanran, what a Zhanran, your martial arts skills are really unworthy to stay in Dayan. Follow me to Dongchu!" The long-browed old man shook his head.

Li Muchan smiled: "It is said that the martial arts in Dong Chu are prosperous and far superior to ours in Dayan. My martial arts can only protect myself in Dayan. If I go to Dong Chu, wouldn't I be asking for trouble?"

The old man with long eyebrows sneered and shook his head: "How little ambition do you have? You are from Dayan. You went to Dongchu and learned the martial arts of our Dongchu. You will be able to dominate even more when you come back!"

Li Muchan smiled and said: "It is true that martial arts in Eastern Chu is prosperous, but the best master in the world is in Dayan. I don't know whether that is right or wrong?"

"Nangong Si Dao?" the old man hummed.

Li Muchan said: "Senior Nangong is from Dayan, and he also studied Dayan martial arts, but he can conquer all the unique skills of Dong Chu. This shows that it doesn't matter what kind of martial arts you practice."

Li Muchan shook his head secretly. This was really nonsense. Practicing martial arts is the most important thing. No matter how talented you are, if what you learn is not good enough, it will be wasted.

But these two old men were enemies rather than friends, so naturally they couldn't be honest with each other, so they had to overpower them verbally, so as not to lose their momentum.

The two old men sneered at the same time, curling their lips with disdain on their faces.

Li Muchan said with a smile: "Not to mention the distance, there is only one Nangong Sidao in the world, let's just say I am below. Compared with the previous ones, I am not as young as the previous ones, and the martial arts I have learned are not as good, right?"

"You have a sharp tongue!" Another old man sneered and glanced at the disciples disdainfully.

Li Muchan smiled and said: "It's useless to talk more. The two seniors must not be here to chat. What advice can you give me?"

"Boy, how about we make a gesture?" the long-browed old man said with a smile.

Li Muchan nodded: "Please——!"

Master Zhumei frowned but said nothing. Li Muchan is now ranked number one in Canghai Mountain in martial arts, and he has deep internal strength. The battle just now didn't take much effort.

"Okay, let's just play with our bare hands." The long-browed old man said with a smile, and then punched out slowly and calmly.

This posture was obviously intended to challenge Li Muchan head-on and test their respective strengths. Li Muchan did not avoid it, but also punched out flatly.

There was a muffled "bang" sound, and the two of them took a step back at the same time.
To be continued...