Li Muchan reacted extremely quickly. When Chu Shaoqing raised the sword, he was reminded by his intuition and had already used the art of transformation, which saved his life. Otherwise, he would have been hit by the sword in the chest.

"Good swordsmanship!" Li Muchan praised.

Chu Shaoqing seemed to be a different person, with an expressionless face and empty eyes, as if he was staring blankly into the distance, but his figure drifted like the wind, no different from a ghost, and the distance of two feet was only a moment, and he was there in an instant.

Li Muchan continued to use the form of disembodiment, not daring to pause for even a moment, otherwise he would die. He was secretly shocked by the strangeness of this technique, which was really like a ghost.

Li Muchan vaguely guessed that this technique was vaguely similar to his own Daming King Sutra. It seemed to be possessed by ghosts and gods. It greatly increased the skill, but it had to activate the potential and could not last long.

But with such a miraculous skill, if there is another person, there is no intuitive reminder, there is no such wonderful skill as changing one's body, one sword can't stand it, and the person is already dead, so there is no need to use it for too long.

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Li Muchan suddenly stopped and struck out with his palm, "Ding..." The palms and swords met.

Li Muchan immediately grunted, and Chu Shaoqing's sword had already stabbed his shoulder. Li Muchan hurriedly retreated, but he didn't expect to be hit by the sword in the end.

The sword strike just now was really weird. After the swords met, the sword would normally bounce back, but her sword was strange. Not only did it not bounce back, it instead stabbed him on the shoulder.

Li Muchan felt a cold breath instantly penetrate into his shoulders, then go up along the meridians and towards his heart, like a cold snake.

Li Muchan hurriedly retreated, using his internal energy to expel it while dodging the continuous sword light. Her sword light came in a torrent, preventing him from using his skills to resist the cold air in his body.

Although Li Muchan's body skills were wonderful, they were not as good as her sword light. He could only keep retreating, changing shape, and dodging, while the sword light kept chasing.

The two of them fought from outside the forest into the forest, and the sword light smashed the leaves and branches into powder. Wherever Li Muchan passed, the sword light destroyed them, and even the tree trunks were cut in half by the sword light.

Li Muchan was able to do two things at once, performing the transformation and dispelling the cold air at the same time. Although her internal strength was pure, it was inferior to the two old eunuchs of Tianwu Hall, so it was not difficult to dispel the cold air.

After retreating for a mile, Li Muchan expelled his inner strength and slapped it with a light palm. There was a crisp sound of "ding..." and the palms and swords met.

This time the two cold forces intersect and cancel each other out.

Li Muchan channeled the forced internal energy into his palms and faced the cold sword. The cold air on the sword collided with the cold air in his palm, and the spears of one attacked the shields of the other.

If it were her own internal strength, Li Muchan would not be afraid. Even if her sword was strange and contained pure cold air, like it was picked from a cold place or from under the Nine Netherworld, he could melt it away.

But at this time, she turned into another person, with a strange mind, equipped with a strange long sword, and the internal power generated by the combination of the two was also very strange, which made him spend a lot of effort to get rid of it.

"Ding ding ding ding..." Li Muchan kept slapping his palms to meet the continuous sword light. The two of them immediately came to a stalemate, and Li Muchan found a way to resist.

He simply gave up on body and footwork, and used clumsiness to match skill. No matter whether her sword was strong or weak, she just struck out with one palm, and relying on the speed of the palm strike, he could always hit the long sword.

Chu Shaoqing's eyes were hollow, and he drew his sword tirelessly. The sword was shining brightly, and Li Muchan was surrounded by nothing. The leaves and branches were all turned into powder.

Li Muchan also gritted his teeth. He wanted to see how long this beauty could hold on.

More than five hundred moves passed in the blink of an eye. Chu Shaoqing seemed to be tireless, and the sword light was still lingering. Li Muchan had the void air entrainment technique, and his internal energy was not lacking. He had been resisting the cold sword energy, but his internal energy became more and more active. It seemed that he was attracted by her.

Inspired by the cold air.

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"Ding..." There was a crisp sound, and the swords met again.

Chu Shaoqing suddenly dodged and swung backwards. He was more than thirty feet away, and Li Muchan hurriedly chased after him.

The two of them turned around, one chasing the other. The one who was being chased became the one who was chasing the other person. He wanted to see what Chu Shaoqing would do after all his strength was exhausted.

Chu Shaoqing saw that his speed was slowly slowing down, and Li Muchan was getting closer and closer to her. He suddenly accelerated and was behind her, reaching out to grab her shoulder, trying to seal her acupuncture points.

At this moment, he became alert, staggered his toes, changed from forward to backward, and rolled back violently, as if he was being pulled violently backward by a long rope.

"Zheng..." The sword light suddenly flashed, and there seemed to be a dragon's roar.

A bright sword light caught up with Li Muchan from a distance and penetrated his body. The sword light disappeared into the woods behind him. Li Muchan fluttered to the ground and let out a long breath.

He was hit by the sword and suddenly disappeared, but it was an phantom. His movement was too fast, and the phantom didn't disappear until he appeared.

He had been prepared to make a desperate move against her, but he didn't expect the power to be so powerful, even comparable to his own Huang Long sword. Fortunately, he was prepared, otherwise he would have been stabbed to death this time.

He floated to Chu Shaoqing. At this time, Chu Shaoqing was pale, sitting cross-legged on the ground, making seals with his hands, looking at him motionlessly, his eyes calm and calm.

Li Muchan smiled: "What technique did the girl use just now?"

Chu Shaoqing smiled faintly: "Flying Goddess Skill."

"The Flying Goddess Kung Fu, what a powerful Flying Goddess Kung Fu!" Li Muchan clapped his hands in admiration and looked at her: "Young lady, aren't you afraid that I will kill you?"

"If you want to kill, then kill. There is no joy in life and no fear in death." Chu Shaoqing said calmly.

Li Muchan smiled and said: "You are indeed worthy of having cultivated your mind. Well, today is just a fate. I won't kill you. I'll see you another day!"

He flashed into the distance and disappeared into the depths of the woods. A sword light slowly floated to Chu Shaoqing. She reached out and took it. A cold feeling ran straight into her heart, and a feeling of familiarity and strangeness surged up.

She raised her head and looked in the distance in the direction where Li Muchan disappeared, and frowned, wondering why he let her go. Was it because he cared for her?

She shook her head. It couldn't be that simple. Or was it related to her master's sect, or was she not interested in killing Concubine Xue?

She cultivates her mind and is most sensitive to murderous intent. She has always wondered why he didn't have murderous intent that night. Now that she thinks about it, it's really strange. He didn't have murderous intent towards her either.

Her body was limp, and all her internal energy had been completely consumed by what she had just done. Now that the thief was gone, she had no energy left. If someone came over, she would have no power to resist.

She was about to stand up when footsteps sounded, but two middle-aged men came over. When they saw her sitting on the ground, they were startled and looked at each other.

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These two middle-aged men, one short and fat, the other tall and strong, were both wearing coarse cloth clothes and short shirts, showing their strong muscles. In such a cold weather, they did not feel cold at all.

Chu Shaoqing frowned and saw that these two people had considerable internal strength, their eyes were shining fiercely, and their bodies were full of evil aura. It was obvious that they had killed many people and were not good people.

She saw the light shining in the eyes of the two people, knowing that they had no good intentions, and her heart sank. It was like a tiger falling on the plain and being bullied by a dog. Now she was weak and weak. She had spent a lot of effort to pick up the sword just now. She wanted to lift it.

It's even more difficult to kill with a sword. These two people are not ordinary people who can't help but frail. I'm afraid I won't be able to kill them.

She sat motionless, steady, with calm eyes, scanning the two of them lightly, then closed her eyes, meditating and adjusting her breath.

The consequences of the Flying Goddess Kung Fu are that you have to rest quietly for a month, which overdraws the potential of the whole body and dissipates the internal strength. It is the same as losing the martial arts. If you want to recover, you need to practice again.

She is no different now than she doesn't know martial arts. She has no internal energy at all and has completely dissipated. Only her sword skills are still there, but without the support of her internal energy, no matter how exquisite her sword skills are, their power is limited.

The two middle-aged men looked plain, even a bit ugly. Their eyes were shining. They looked at each other and said, short and fat, "Brother Ping, what's going on with this little beauty?"

"I'm injured," the tall middle-aged man said.

"Hehe, God is really wise. Such a beautiful girl has been sent to us. Do you think...?"

"Well, let's take it down first. I'll have some soup." The tall middle-aged man's eyes shone brightly and he stared at his companion.

The short, fat middle-aged man shook his head: "No, no, you drank the soup last time, it's my turn this time!"

"Last time doesn't count!"

"Why don't you count it? Ping, please don't lie. You clearly agreed that next time it will be my head soup!" the short, fat middle-aged man shouted in disbelief.

"Did I say that?" The tall middle-aged man frowned, thought about it seriously, and shook his head: "Why don't I remember? You must have remembered it wrong!"

"Ping, you want to cheat!" The chubby middle-aged man suddenly changed his expression, pulled out the long knife from his waist, and roared angrily: "I promise, but my knife won't promise!"

"Okay, just rely on your three-legged cat's sword skills, don't show off in front of me!" The tall middle-aged man waved his hand, shook his head and said: "Why do we brothers have to fight for a woman?"

The short, fat middle-aged man snorted bitterly: "It's you who doesn't obey the rules, you can't blame me!... Don't think that you want to drink the first soup when you meet a beautiful one!"

"That's it, let's castrate him!" the tall, middle-aged man said with a smile.

"No, she should be mine!" The short, fat middle-aged man shook his head.

The tall, middle-aged man frowned and said, "Old Fan, I have done my best to be kind. If you continue to act nonsense, don't blame me for being rude!"

"Hey, your true face is finally revealed!" Lao Fan sneered, clenching the long knife in his hand: "Come on, I want to see how you can be rude, isn't it the Silver Snake Sword Technique!"

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"Ding..." With a soft groan, the tall and strong middle-aged man drew out his long sword. The sword trembled, but it was a soft sword that stretched and stretched like a silver snake twisting and twisting.

He shook his long sword and sighed: "Old Fan, don't blame me, it's just that this little girl is so beautiful that she forced our brothers to fall out!"

"Stop talking nonsense, men live just for beauties, come on!" The short, fat middle-aged man shook his sword and shouted proudly.

"Ding..." The swords clashed, and the two of them fought together.

The long knife is like water, swallowing up the tall and strong middle-aged man in a steady stream. The long sword is like a snake, and it is unconventional. From time to time, it breaks and stabs the short and fat middle-aged man. If it doesn't move, it will stop. If it moves, it will be like a poisonous snake coming out of its hole.

The two men were fighting fiercely with swords, as if fighting to the death. They showed no mercy because they were friends, and both wanted to kill each other with one move.

Chu Shaoqing closed his eyes slightly, his heart was still, and he quietly gathered his inner strength, hoping to gather some inner strength before the two of them could tell the result.

As long as there is a trace of inner strength, he can save himself with one blow. Otherwise, depending on the two people's cultivation, even if he has exquisite swordsmanship, he will not be able to escape the poisonous hands.

"Ding ding ding ding..." The light of swords and swords mingled together, becoming more and more intense.

"Uh..." With a muffled sound, the two men's movements stopped abruptly. The short, fat middle-aged man held a long sword in his right hand and stabbed his opponent's chest with a short sword in his left hand.

The tall middle-aged man widened his eyes unwillingly: "You...you..."

The short, fat middle-aged man sneered: "Ping, you didn't expect it. I have been hiding it just for this day. No matter how arrogant you are!"

He laughed loudly: "I have been putting up with you, and I have been waiting for this moment. The arrogant guy will die!"

"What a deep scheming..." The tall, middle-aged man smiled bitterly, and suddenly the long sword flashed, and he suddenly exerted force. He wanted to strike again before death, and die together.

The short, fat middle-aged man drew his sword and retreated, barely avoiding it, and laughed loudly: "You're a little too young to do this with me, haha, go to hell!"
To be continued...