. She frowned and looked at them. Every time she walked nearby, her heart beat a little faster. These dozen men in black had profound cultivation. Although they had not reached the level of masters, once they were entangled, it would be difficult to escape.

She squeezed her red face and returned to Chun, secretly angry. The An family had gone too far to bully others. After returning, she must settle the accounts with the An family. She had to say this!

She turned to look at Li Muchan, her eyes closed, her smile faded, her expression was solemn and solemn, and she had a faint aura of unrage and majesty.

She shook her head. Such an aura was definitely not ordinary. Unfortunately, she didn't know his origins or what his secrets were. It must be a big secret.

She became more and more curious, but she had to suppress her curiosity, otherwise she would lose him. This was her intuition, and it might not be accurate, but she didn't dare to take the risk.

After watching quietly for a while, she shook her head and sighed. He was such a mysterious man. It seemed that he was always shrouded in a layer of mist, and he couldn't see clearly!

In her gaze, time continued to pass. Li Muchan opened his eyes suddenly. Before she could withdraw her gaze, their eyes collided. She was a little panicked for some reason, as if she had been caught stealing something, and she felt inexplicably guilty. , hurriedly looked elsewhere.

"Are you ready?" She preemptively struck.

Li Muchan smiled: "It's no big deal, they finally left."

"Yes." Song Huishu Huihua nodded lightly and said, "Let's leave quickly!"

"Okay." Li Muchan stood up proudly, stretched, turned around and made a loud sound, like fried beans, crisp and continuous.

Song Huishu Huihua also stood up and stepped away from the roots of the big tree. Li Muchan picked up the formation talismans one by one, put them in his arms and set off.

The two of them floated over the treetops and reached the foot of the mountain. The mountain peak was as straight as a sword. The two of them swayed upward, like two white clouds slowly rising up. They occasionally touched the mountain wall in the air, and continued to rise with the help of their strength, and soon floated to the top of the mountain. .

The two people were protected by their strong energy, and when the hunting force came close, they were immediately separated, like running water meeting a stone. Their clothes and hair did not move. When they stood there and took a look, Li Muchan's face changed slightly.

Song Huishu Huihua seemed to be looking at the scenery, but in fact she had been paying attention to him. Seeing that his face had a strange color, she turned to look at him. Li Muchan gave a bitter smile and shook his head.

"What's wrong?" Song Huishu asked back to Huahua.

Li Muchan sighed: "They are really amazing!"

Song Huishu Huihua frowned and glanced at him. She didn't ask any more questions, but followed his gaze. Eighteen men in black were standing there quietly, looking at them coldly.

Li Muchan looked around, trying to see clearly where they were hiding, and what kind of formation they were hiding in. It must be an extremely mysterious formation that could actually cover his Eyes of the Void.

Regarding the Eye of the Void, Li Muchan felt that there was still room for improvement. If the formation could cover it, it might be because the Eye of the Void was not strong enough. If it could be stronger, it would be able to see through the formation.

This was just his intuition, which he firmly believed in, but he was at a loss as to how to break through, and he had no idea how to recover.

The original Eye of the Void was due to his cultivation of the Observation of Heaven and the Divine Illumination Sutra. He has been practicing it, but he doesn't know how to break through to the current level.

Eighteen middle-aged men in black walked slowly and surrounded them in a fan shape. Li Muchan and Song Huishu Huihua did not move, watching them quietly.

There are many of them, but after all, they have not reached the level of a master, so it is difficult to pose a real threat. Song Huishu returned to China and thought about how to take down them in one fell swoop and prevent them from sending out a signal.

Li Muchan was looking around, looking down with his eyes in the void to see if there was any ambush. He intuitively felt that a tiger was waiting around and would pounce out at any time.

He finally looked at one place, frowned and thought for a while, then suddenly twirled his toes, and a small pebble whizzed away and shot back towards an old pine tree with a crooked neck on the edge of the cliff.

"Tsk!" The pebble passed through the old pine tree and disappeared without any hindrance.

"Pah! Pah!" Amidst the claps, a young man in white suddenly appeared, standing there as if breaking through the void, his white clothes fluttering, stroking his hands and laughing loudly: "Haha..., it is indeed amazing, you are worthy of being a disciple of the Song family!"

His clothes are as white as snow, his face is like a crown, and he has a long sword tied to his waist. He is elegant and elegant like a good young master, not like a warrior, but more like a scholar. His whole body is clean, without blood or murderous intent.

"An Xiangnan!" Song Huishu Huihua's face changed slightly and she hummed slowly.

The young man in white clasped his fists and cupped his hands with a graceful movement, and laughed loudly: "Miss Song, long time no see, your style is even better than before!"

Song Huishu Huihua said coldly: "You, the An family, really think highly of me, so you sent a genius like you here!"

"Alas..." The young man in white shook his head and sighed: "It's God's will. I didn't expect that we would reach this point!"

Song Huishu Huihua sneered: "You wish you could do this!"

The young man in white shook his head and sighed: "Why did Miss Song say these hurtful words? How do I feel? Miss Song still doesn't understand?!"

Li Muchan narrowed his eyes slightly and looked at the young man in white. A trace of cold air rose from his tail, passed over his spine, and went up to his pillow. He turned around and couldn't help but shudder.

His whole body was filled with coldness, as if he had fallen into an ice cellar. The young man in white in front of him was extremely dangerous, and his instincts kept warning him to leave immediately, and hide as far away as possible!

Song Huishu Huihua sneered: "Stop talking nonsense, how do you feel about it?"

"The master of the family has issued a death order, and the girl must be killed." The young man in white shook his head pitifully, and said with a bitter smile: "The master of the family has treated me with great kindness, and I cannot violate it."

"So, you have to kill me?" Song Huishu Huihua said coldly.

The young man in white nodded slowly, looking sad.

Song Huishu Huihua sneered: "You're so hypocritical, stop being so pretentious, it's disgusting!"

The young man in white sighed: "Girl also understands that even if I disobey the master's order, the master will send others. The girl will die anyway. It is better to die in my hands. It will be more pleasant and will never be painful!"

Song Huishu Huihua said lightly: "If that's the case, then what are you waiting for? Come on!"

The young man in white said: "Miss, if you still have any unfulfilled wishes, An will definitely fulfill them for you!"

"I don't want to talk to you. If you want to do something, do it!" Song Hui Shu Hui Hua said coldly.

Li Muchan suddenly said: "Sister Hui, this young master is...?"

Song Huishu turned around and said, "An Xiangnan, a peerless genius who comes out of the An family every century!"

Li Muchan frowned and lowered his face: "A genius who appears once in a century?"

Song Huishu returned to Hua and said: "Wuji, we can't defeat him. I'm afraid I'm going to die today. It's a pity that you..."

Li Muchan waved his hand and said calmly: "Why do you say such things, Miss Hui! Whether you can beat him or not, you have to fight to know! ... But Mr. An's formation is extremely wonderful!"

An Xiangnan looked over with a smile: "As for the formation, I know a little bit about it, it's funny!"

Li Muchan said: "I wonder what formation Mr. An used?"

"Well, Ziwei is too sexy." An Xiangnan said with a smile: "This young master is...?"

He had a kind expression and no murderous intent at all. He seemed to be chatting with an old friend, not like he was here to kill someone, which gave people a very strange feeling.

Li Muchan's behavior was also strange. He didn't look angry at all. Instead, he asked him for advice on the formation. Song Hui Shu Hui Hua saw that her eyebrows were furrowed and she was very impatient.

She was despairing, but she was very calm. She looked at Li Muchan apologetically. She really didn't expect that the An family would send this peerless genius to kill her. He had always admired her, and the entire Beiye Province knew that the head of the An family dared to send him here!

Li Muchan nodded solemnly: "Ziwei Taiyin Formation, what a great formation!"

"It's just a little bit of a deception, it's nothing." An Xiangnan said modestly: "But I still have a vague ability to calculate, so I can wait for Miss Song here."

Li Muchan asked curiously: "Conjecture?"

An Xiangnan said: "It's a fluke. I don't have enough cultivation, so I can only roughly sense Miss Song's existence. It's really a fluke!"

Li Muchan nodded slowly, becoming more curious about the formation method, but this kind of induction amplified his intuition, and he could do it without the formation method.

He glanced at An Xiangnan, thinking that he must have obtained Song Huishu's personal belongings when she returned to China, otherwise it would be difficult to sense that everything was the same, and that was exactly what he sensed.

In this way, the Song family must have the elite of the An family, but this is common in aristocratic families, so it is not surprising. The Song family has the elite of the An family, and the An family may not have the elite of the Song family.

"What is this brother's name?" An Xiangnan asked with a gentle smile and clasped his fists.

Song Huishu returned to Hua and said coldly: "Li Wuji!"

"It turns out that he is not the direct descendant of the Song family, what a pity!" An Xiangnan nodded slowly and said with a smile, "Brother Li is also proficient in formations, right?"

Li Muchan smiled: "Having a brief knowledge of a thing or two is not considered a master."

"I wonder if you would like to come and settle down with me?" An Xiangnan said with a smile: "My An family also accepts talents from all over the world, no less than the Song family!"

Li Muchan smiled and shook his head: "Thank you Mr. An for your kindness."

"Alas... It's a pity that I don't want to kill Miss Song, and I don't want to kill Brother Li either. But nine times out of ten things in this world are not what I want, how can I have everything go my way!" An Xiangnan sighed looking up to the sky, shook his head, and raised his right hand. Slowly put the handle on the knife, and slowly draw the knife out of the sheath.

A bit of cold air slowly spread, penetrating into people's hearts. When Li Muchan turned around, he felt even colder.

He took a deep breath, and his inner energy surged to drive away the chill in his heart. He frowned and looked at him: "Is Mr. An a great master?"

"I have little talent and little knowledge, and I have not been able to advance to the Grand Master." An Xiangnan shook his head and took out the long sword from its sheath. It was a sword like autumn water, gently trembling back and forth like water.

Li Muchan turned to look at Song Huishu Huihua and said in his mind: "This An Xiangnan is so powerful that he can only use his special moves!"

Song Huishu Huihua also said in her mind: "Well, he is known as the number one young man with profound cultivation. We are afraid that we will have to fight here today. If you have any secret skills, please use them quickly. This guy looks soft and soft. Strike harder than anyone else!"

Li Muchan frowned and nodded slowly. His instinct kept warning him that his life was in danger.

He formed a seal with his hands, and the sky suddenly darkened, as if dark clouds were pressing over him. The air around him was depressing, gloomy, and he could not breathe smoothly.

But this was only a moment. If you didn't pay attention, it would just be an illusion. However, Li Muchan had already used the Daming King Sutra and was ready to fight.

Song Huishu Huaxiu's face was as white as a yu, getting more and more radiant and white, as if it were carved from a white yu. Her cold temperament was a bit elegant, like a fairy with a yu piercing the sky.

An Xiangnan stared at the long knife without moving. His whole person's aura slowly changed. An invisible aura spread out and seemed to merge with the heaven and earth. His whole person disappeared, leaving only a long knife lying in the air.

Li Muchan frowned. This An Xiangnan was really powerful. He seemed to have gathered all his energy and spirit into the sword. The sword seemed to be constantly strengthening, like a giant beast that was growing up slowly, and like it was gradually growing. The soul is getting stronger and stronger, and the cold air it exudes is getting stronger and stronger.

Song Huishu Huihua's palms like white jade were placed across her chest, which was exactly the starting position of the star-catching hand. Her eyes were fixed on the long knife, and the aura gradually became stronger.

"Ding..." An Xiangnan suddenly raised his head and smiled, flicked the back of the knife with his middle finger, and made a clear sound, accompanied by his loud smile: "Miss Song, let me give you a ride!"

The long sword turned into a silver bolt and struck down in the air, heading towards Huishu Huihua of the Song Dynasty. It slowly fell like a white cloud, but it carried an indomitable momentum that split the sky and covered the earth, and there was no room for dodge.

Just as Song Huishu Huihua was about to make a move, her eyes flashed, and Li Muchan was already standing in front of her. She slapped her right palm upwards, and with a crisp sound of "ding...", the long knife fell diagonally, landing right against Li Muchan's right shoulder. , a slight difference.

Li Muchan took a step back, his face changed slightly. The internal energy contained in the sword was pure and fierce, like a mountain, and it could not be shaken.

Song Huishu returned to Hua and said angrily: "I'll come!"
To be continued...