Li Muchan had no other choice but to fight against this force, like fighting against a peerless master, even more dangerous, either overwhelming the opponent or being overwhelmed by the opponent.

Mental strength is different from internal strength. If the internal strength is not matched, at most it will be severely injured and there is still a chance of survival. If the spirit is not matched, there is no chance of survival. Even if one does not die, he will become an idiot.

But because there were three Nangong brothers in the hall, he couldn't unleash his power unscrupulously, and he had to restrain them so as not to hurt them, which was quite difficult.

The power contained in the word "Breaking the Sky" is as powerful as a mountain or a sea, and seems to be endless. He has always claimed that he is mentally domineering. Although he dare not say that he is invincible, there are absolutely few people who can match it.

Such tyrannical spiritual power, under the words "Breaking Sky", felt like a small witch, and the vast power poured back in an endless stream, pressing towards him, trying to sweep him up and drown him.

He felt like a small boat in the angry sea, being hit and rolled by the violent storm, and could capsize at any time, but he held on tenaciously.

At this time, it can be seen that the fundamental reason for the purity of his spiritual power is that when he first practiced the magical power of Vajra Indestructibility, his spirit underwent tremendous forging, just like refining a sword, which made his spirit extremely tough.

But this vast force is getting stronger and stronger, and as Li Muchan becomes tenacious, it becomes more and more tyrannical, as if it is determined to destroy Li Muchan.

The three of them leaned against the wall, watching Li Muchan's green shirt tremble. His feet had sunk into the ground, submerging his ankles. The muscles on his face were twisted and slightly ferocious, making him look very scary.

"What's going on?" Nangong Wuwang asked hurriedly.

Nangong Yuanheng frowned and shook his head. He was also puzzled. He followed Li Muchan's eyes and looked over. It was on the cover of the silk album that there was the word "Breaking Sky".

These two words are written with great energy and confusion, and they are indeed very emotional, but there is nothing strange about them. How could Li Zhanran change like this?

He thought for a while, pondered, and then looked at Li Muchan. The muscles on his face were even more twisted, and the veins on his neck were prickly, as if they were squirming like earthworms. He could see that he could no longer hold up.

But his eyes were wide open and the veins on his arms were bulging, but he couldn't move, as if he was resisting an invisible force, which was very difficult.

Nangong Wuwang and Nangong Lizhen also saw that something was wrong. Nangong Wuwang hurriedly said: "Brother, think of a solution quickly. How to do it?"

Nangong Yuanheng frowned and waved his hands, and slowly walked up to Li Muchan. He felt a huge force spread around him, and his heart palpitated suddenly, and his eyesight turned black.

He had an intuition that his life would be in danger if he took another step forward, so he stopped and stared at the sword manual in the box.

But no matter how he looked at it, he couldn't find anything strange. A good sword manual looked very ordinary. Could the word "Pukong" really be so mysterious?

"Brother, think quickly!" Nangong Wuwang urged.

Nangong Yuanheng thought for a moment and slowly drew out his long sword. He believed in his intuition and did not dare to get closer. The only solution now was to interrupt his sight from a distance.

He judged that the source of all this was the sword manual. As long as Li Muchan was not allowed to see the sword manual, he would be able to struggle out of danger.

He drew his sword out of its sheath, threw it fiercely, and shot it towards the wooden box on the table, hoping to fly away the wooden box and take Li Muchan's eyes away from the sword manual.

As soon as the long sword was released, it suddenly spun around and circled around the table, as if it was swept by a tornado, circling endlessly.

The three brothers were stunned. Nangong Yuanheng was even more convinced that what he thought was the cause of the disaster was the Po Kong Sword Book. He was worried and shouted: "Don't look at it, think of a way to move the sword book away!"

Nangong Lizhen and Nangong Wuwang both scratched their heads. Nangong Lizhen took out a dart from his arms and threw it. The silver light flashed, and the dart and the long sword were hovering around the table, rising and falling.

Nangong Wuwang frowned and said, "It's really a wicked sect, it's up to me!"

He rushed toward the table, drew his sword out of its sheath, and held the hilt in both hands. He insisted on a brute force collision, but he wouldn't be able to break it open.

"Bang!" There was a muffled sound, and he fell to the ground, causing the carpet to tremble.

He fell to the ground in an extremely awkward posture, like a dog gnawing at food, as if something was blocking him in front of him, but his strength was suddenly removed and he had no time to withdraw his strength.

Nangong Lizhen laughed, but Nangong Yuanheng had no intention of laughing. He stared at Li Muchan and saw that Li Muchan gradually changed his expression. The original ferocious distortion slowly subsided, as if he had changed into a different person.

At this time, Li Muchan looked solemn and solemn, as if he was offering incense in the temple. He closed his eyes slightly, and Nangong Yuanheng glanced at the sky above Li Muchan, vaguely feeling that there was a huge surge of power above.

He was extremely curious and didn't know what happened, but it seemed that Li Muchan was no longer struggling and there was no need for them to desperately save him.

Nangong Wuwang slowly stood up, unconvinced, he drew his sword and stabbed him. With a muffled "bang", he was thrown out like a stone pill and hit the wall behind him hard.

"Poof" he spat out a bloody arrow, struggled for a moment, and fell to the ground from the wall. There was a mark on the wall, and his body became a mold.

"Third brother, it doesn't matter, right?" Nangong Lizhen laughed.

Nangong Wuwang shook his head angrily, stared at the wooden box on the table, turned around and said, "Brother, what on earth are you doing!"

Nangong Yuanheng shook his head: "I'm not the one causing the trouble, and I don't know what's going on!"

"Others thought it was you who wanted to harm Brother Li!" Nangong Wuwang wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, spit out a mouthful of bloody saliva, and said bitterly: "This ghost is really evil!"

"What's going on?" Nangong Lizhen laughed.

Nangong Wuwang said: "I didn't know that as soon as I stabbed, there would be an invisible force blocking me. I tried my best to survive, but the force suddenly slipped and knocked me down!"

"It's really weird!" Nangong Lizhen shook her head with a smile and looked at Nangong Yuanheng: "Brother, it doesn't matter now, I think Brother Li is not struggling anymore!"

"This sword manual is so weird, father didn't tell me..." Nangong Yuanheng frowned and shook his head.

Nangong Wuwang said: "I guess my father didn't notice this either. Otherwise, he would have told us a long time ago. There are really a lot of strange things in this world!"

Nangong Lizhen smiled and said: "Is it because of those two words?... I don't feel it no matter how I look at it, brother, what about you?"

Nangong Yuanheng shook his head: "There is nothing abnormal,...it may take a certain level of cultivation to feel it."

While the three of them were talking, the air suddenly became tight and they had difficulty breathing. They quickly looked at Li Muchan, but saw that the surrounding areas of Li Muchan's body seemed to have fallen into the extremely clear lake water, like a pebble falling into the water, and ripples spread out in circles.

Go, clearly visible.

"Bang!" The three of them were thrown out violently, hit the wall again, and were embedded in the wall. After a while, they regained their breath, spit out a bloody arrow, and spit out the suffocation, and then looked at Li Muchan.

Li Muchan stood there quietly, closing his eyes slightly, thinking deeply, and the corners of his mouth turned up slightly, as if he was smiling, looking very strange.

The three of them struggled out of the wall, looked at each other, and looked a little embarrassed. They also wanted to laugh at the other two, but when they opened their mouths, their chests hurt slightly.

This shock really shocked them. Although they were not seriously injured, it would take a while to adjust their breathing before they could recover. Now it is difficult to speak loudly.

"Huh..." A long breathing sound sounded, Li Muchan exhaled, and then the secret book in the box turned to a page, which was a formula.

Li Muchan turned around and smiled: "First Young Master, Second Young Master, and Third Young Master, are you okay?"

Nangong Wuwang was extremely anxious, as curious as a cat scratching his head, and said hurriedly: "Brother Li, what's going on?"

Li Muchan smiled and said: "What a mysterious secret book!"

"Is there anything weird about this secret? Father never told me!" Nangong Yuanheng said.

Li Muchan understood the implication of this sentence. He chuckled and said, "Maybe Nangong Daxia didn't trigger the restriction...it's really weird."

"Brother Li, come on, tell me, it's really weird... Look, the weapons of the eldest brother and the second brother can't touch that box!" Nangong Wuwu stretched out his hand and pointed at Tui, who was lying quietly next to the table. With a sword and a dart.

Li Muchan smiled and said: "The person who wrote the sword manual has a very deep cultivation, and the sword energy is contained in these two words. I just triggered the sword energy and fought with him."

"It seems that you have won, Brother Li." Nangong Yuanheng said with a smile.

Li Muchan shook his head and smiled bitterly: "Oh..., what a fluke!"

He was indeed extremely lucky just now. At the critical moment, he had an idea and thought of the Great Ming King Sutra. Coupled with his original multi-tasking ability, the Great Ming King Sutra was activated in time, summoning the power in the void. With the help of this power, he finally blocked this extremely powerful force. Sword intent.

"Brother Li, you seem to be different..." Nangong Lizhen said, looking at Li Muchan up and down with a suspicious or suspicious look on his face.

There is obviously no change, but it feels different. There is a slight difference. It seems to be more peaceful and no longer dazzling.

If Li Muchan like this got into the crowd, he would never be able to attract his attention. However, even if Li Muchan stood in the crowd before, he would stand out like a chicken among the others, extremely conspicuous.

Li Muchan smiled and said, "What's the difference?"

He knew that he would indeed change, but it was a spiritual change. His spirit had undergone earth-shaking changes, and his whole spirit condensed into a round bead, a round tutu, which was so bright that it looked like a luminous pearl or mercury, which was extremely strange.

The relics that were originally formed have been crushed, and under the dual effects of the Great Ming King Sutra and the sword energy, they have re-condensed into this round bead. He doesn't understand what this round bead is, but he knows that his spirit is far better than before.

The four words "Zhizhu" are the best portrayal of him. His mind is clear and free of impurities. His thoughts are clear and fast, like electricity or light, directly illuminating the essence. Everything can be understood as soon as he thinks about it, as if the world has lifted its veil and everything is clear. Under his cave photo.

This feeling was extremely wonderful, but he also knew that it was just an illusion. Wisdom shone brightly, but it was too early to say that it illuminated everything.

"Hmm..." Nangong Lizhen looked him up and down, shook her head, wanted to say but couldn't, and turned to look at Nangong Yuanheng and Nangong Wuwu.

The two of them also looked at Li Muchan, smiled and nodded: "There is indeed a slight change, but I can't explain it clearly. It's really weird."

Nangong Wuxia smiled and said: "You are more like an ordinary person. If you go out like this, people will not believe that you are a top master!"

Li Muchan smiled and shook his head: "What about this!"

After saying that, the ball between his eyebrows turned slightly, and turned clockwise. Suddenly, an invisible and material force emanated from the center of his eyebrows, and the air in the entire hall seemed to be a little heavier.

The three of them felt suffocated, as if a huge mountain was pressing down on them, making it difficult to breathe.

Li Muchan's ball turned again, but in a counter-clockwise direction. The power that had spread out suddenly converged, and returned to the center of his eyebrows, blending into the ball.

There was a sudden silence in the hall, and the three of them took a greedy breath, their faces already turning red.

Nangong Yuanheng said in amazement: "Brother Li, what kind of kung fu is this? To subdue others without fighting is really..."

With such skill, there is no need to fight with others, the opponent can only surrender.

Li Muchan smiled and said: "I learned this from above. It can be regarded as the use of sword intention."

"It's really mysterious, I admire it!" Nangong Yuanheng said in admiration.

Li Muchan smiled and said: "This is nothing. If you can practice martial arts well, you can reach this level."

"It's difficult..." The three of them shook their heads.

They think they have good qualifications, but when compared with anyone, they are naturally better than ordinary people. But compared with their father, they are in the sky and on the earth, and there is no comparison at all.

With my father's qualifications, extraordinary encounters, and so many years of hard training, I have reached such a state. My progress in cultivation is far inferior to that of my father. I wonder if I will be able to achieve it by the time I die.

Li Muchan smiled: "Nangong Daxia has laid a deep foundation for you. The road you have to take is much smoother than his. It can be considered a shortcut. As long as you work hard, you can always reach his level!"

"Really?" Nangong Wuwang asked.
To be continued...