Li Muchan chuckled: "With the eminent monks of your temple sitting in charge, people on the road must not dare to act rashly, so these women and children can be saved."
"Well, not bad." Xinjue said calmly.
"In that case, I'll take my leave!" Li Muchan smiled and turned around to leave.
He had just taken two steps when he suddenly moved a foot sideways, and there was a crisp "pop" sound, and a small hole appeared in the ground.
Xinjue stretched out his hand and said lightly: "Where to go?"
Li Muchan slowly turned around, frowned and said, "What do you want?"
"You really killed Brother Xinwu?" Xinjue raised his eyes to look at him and asked calmly.
Li Muchan nodded: "Not bad."
Xinjue said lazily: "Senior Brother Xinwu's martial arts is not top-notch, but it's not bad either. If you can kill him, it's pretty good."
Li Muchan frowned and said, "You want to compete with me?"
"Come on." Xinjue waved his hand and said lazily: "Let me see your Kung Fu."
Li Muchan looked at him and knew that he would not succeed unless he took action. He frowned and said, "What do you want to compete with?"
Xinjue glanced at the two swords at his waist and said calmly: "Swordsmanship."
"Okay!" Li Muchan nodded, drew his sword out of its sheath, and said in a deep voice: "I have admired the unique skills of Landuo Temple for a long time. Please teach me!"
Although he knew he was outmatched, he still wanted to experience the martial arts of Landa Temple, and he knew it well.
He knew that this monk was ruthless and ruthless, and he would not dare to take this risk without the magical power of Vajra Indestructibility. But now he was confident and if it really didn't work, he would just run away.
If you can't fight, then run is the best policy.
This person felt that the power of his fingering skills was huge, more powerful than that of the bald gangster, but he chose swordsmanship without taking himself seriously at all. This was a rare arrogance.
Xinjue glanced around and said calmly: "If you have the courage, just run!"
As soon as he finished speaking, the two big men turned around and ran away. They were smart enough to hear the words between Li Muchan and Xinjue, and knew Xinjue's murderous intention.
"Boom!" "Boom!" A bloody flower spattered from behind the two of them, bright and bright.
The two ran another four or five steps, then slowly fell to the ground, no longer moving, already dead.
Xinjue's expression remained motionless, his calm eyes swept over everyone, and he suddenly smiled.
Everyone's hearts skipped a beat, and they were trembling with fear.
They looked at each other, communicated with each other, kept squinting, and tried to think of ways to escape, but no one dared to run anymore. They felt that they could take people's lives silently and there was no way they could escape.
Xinjue smiled disdainfully, turned to Li Muchan, and waved: "Come on!"
Li Muchan shook his head and approached slowly with his long sword in hand.
He felt that he was ruthless and never merciless in killing people, but this was nothing compared to Xin Jue, who not only killed people, but also scared people.
"Tsk!" A ray of sword light pierced out, the move was mediocre, just a forward thrust, but the word "quick" was more important than anything else, and it instantly came to Xinjue's eyes.
Xinjue turned his head slightly and dodged it. Li Muchan then slashed his sword flatly at his neck. Xinjue lowered his body and dodged it again. Li Muchan made a diagonal slash with his wrist. Xinjue moved sideways and dodged it again.
Li Muchan's sword style is continuous, using the Twelve Plum Blossom Swords, which are simple, quick, clean and neat. In his hands, it has the effect of turning decay into magic.
But the sword was always a few inches away from the heart, unable to close the distance. His body movements were mysterious, and he was often about to hit him right away, but he didn't know how, and he missed the target again and again.
Li Muchan concentrated on moving the sword, purely using his sword skills, and was distracted by recording his footwork. He wanted to remember it and study it carefully when he went back. He was an unknown master. Only by taking the strengths of each school could he become the best master in the world.
After a while, Li Muchan had already used hundreds of moves, his mind only moved around the area, his hands were folded in his sleeves, and he did not return a single move, purely defensive.
Li Muchan sighed secretly in his heart and shook his head. He originally thought that the Twelve Plum Blossom Swords were enough. As long as he could draw his sword faster, he would be the only martial arts expert in the world who could not defeat the sword.
Now it seems that I was wrong.
His swordsmanship suddenly changed, and layers of sword light swayed, covering his mind.
"That's interesting!" Xinjue smiled and stretched out a dagger from his sleeve, as long as his forearm. The sword's light was like a stream of autumn water, clear and moving.
"Ding ding ding ding..." A series of clear chirps sounded.
The two were going fast against each other, and the sound of their clashes was louder than raindrops. A flash of purple energy flashed across Li Muchan's face, and his speed became faster, and the clear and crisp sounds of their clashes became more and more rapid.
Xinjue pursed his lips tightly and had a sullen face. The sword light in front of him was like a round shield. It collided with Li Muchan's sword light, which was layer upon layer and mountainous, making a clear sound.
He raised his sword eyebrows from time to time, surprised by Li Muchan's inner strength.
He secretly thought that from this point of view, it was not impossible for Senior Brother Xinwu to die in his hands. Such deep inner strength was really rare at his age.
As for myself, I am younger and have deeper internal strength, but among the seven sects in the world, Landa Temple ranks first. No matter what, my sect is always stronger than the other one.
Li Muchan's sword light gradually changed, and the bright light was mixed with a hint of purple. Later, the purple became thicker and thicker, as if it was wrapped in a layer of purple mist.
He secretly used the arrow control technique to attach strong internal force to the sword, which made it faster.
He felt as if he was not aware of it, not paying attention to the internal strength of his sword. The sword was like electricity, without any sluggishness.
Li Muchan frowned, unless he used the last move, he would definitely not be able to win. This feeling was really powerful, his sword skills were unpredictable, and he couldn't tell how clever he was, but he blocked himself. Obviously, he didn't try his best at all.
He drew the sword with his left hand, and the two sword lights merged together as if they were one. It was a sword technique that he had secretly learned. He didn't know the name of it, so he called it Qiankun Sword Technique.
He memorized this set of swordsmanship after fighting against the two priests of the Li family. However, due to time constraints, he has been taking time to practice hard and has only learned two moves so far.
"Okay, it's more interesting!" Xinjue nodded and smiled.
With this sword move, Li Muchan was surrounded by a purple light shield, perfect and without any flaws.
He felt the dagger slow down and stab it out slowly. Li Muchan repeatedly used this move without caring.
"Ding..." There was a crisp sound, melodious and lingering for a long time.
Li Muchan's mask of light remained unchanged, still covering his whole body with a dense purple aura, which was truly magnificent.
Xinjue frowned and stabbed out another sword.
"Ding..." The crisp sound sounded again, and his dagger was bounced away, but it still could not penetrate the purple light shield.
Xinjue took a step back and suddenly pointed out.
"Ding..." There was a crisp sound, but the purple light remained the same.
Li Muchan laughed. He did not expect that the Qiankun Sword Technique was so magical that it could block the invisible force of fingers. He suddenly felt confident.
Xinjue laughed and suddenly pointed his finger.
"Uh..." A big man was running towards the mountain path. He was about ten feet away and just about to step onto the bluestone steps. He suddenly stopped and a ball of blood spattered behind him, and he slowly fell down.
Xinjue turned his head and ignored it, frowning and looking at Li Muchan.
Li Muchan's sword light changed again and suddenly grew bigger. At the same time, he rushed towards Xinjue and enveloped him.
Xinjue swung his sword to form a light shield, resisting Li Muchan's double swords. With a "ding, ding, ding, ding," he suddenly spun around, walked around behind Li Muchan, and pointed out.
"Ding! Ding!" There were two crisp sounds, the purple light suddenly dispersed, Li Muchan's arms were sore and numb, and the sword almost fell out of his hands.
He felt a smile in his heart, then suddenly drew back his fingers and thrust out the dagger.
"Ding..." In the crisp sound, the purple light dimmed and then lit up again. He thrust out his sword again, and the purple light dimmed and lit up again.
This situation is like an oil lamp in the wind. When a gust of wind blows, the oil lamp immediately dims and is about to be extinguished at any time, but as soon as the wind stops, the light immediately becomes brighter.
Li Muchan secretly complained, this move was called clumsy over skill.
Feeling that his inner strength was deeper, he stabbed out with a sword, which contained a thousand pounds of power. With his own divine power, his arms were so numb that it was almost impossible to relieve them.
The purple pill rotates, and the internal energy is quick, which quickly eliminates the soreness and numbness.
However, Xin Jue only recognized this move, and concentrated on drawing out his sword, stabbing him with one sword after another, neither slowly nor urgently. Whenever Li Muchan wanted to change his move, he would stab him with one thrust.
In the blink of an eye, he had thrust out more than a dozen swords. Li Muchan's purple light shield dimmed and lit up a dozen times, but it still remained unbroken.
Li Muchan secretly felt funny. He felt like he had turned into a hedgehog, but in his mind he had become a tiger. He wanted to bite, but he had nowhere to go and could only use brute force.
With a smile on his face, Xinjue stabbed out one sword attentively, one sword after another, focusing on each sword strike.
In this way, the two of them changed from sword fighting to inner strength.
Although Li Muchan's internal strength was not as deep as his, he used his natural divine power to block it forcefully and was momentarily stalemate. He knew in his heart that this was due to his arrogance. Otherwise, he would not be able to block it at all if the sword and finger force were used together.
He let out a long sigh, and suddenly felt bored. He stopped his sword and stepped back, waving his hands and saying: "Forget it, this is the way to fight, it doesn't matter if you don't fight, I'm willing to lose!"
Xinjue looked at him and smiled slightly: "You are very good!"
"Thank you for the compliment!" Li Muchan said angrily.
Xinjue said calmly: "You are the strongest among the masters I have met since I left the temple!"
Xinjue retracted his short sleeves, put his hands behind his back and said, "I always use only one move to kill people, but I need ten moves to kill you!"
Li Muchan raised his eyebrows and laughed: "Can you kill me in ten moves?"
"Want to try?" I felt like I was smiling but not smiling.
Li Muchan compared his swords: "Please——!"
"Chi!" There was a slight whistle, and Li Muchan took a step diagonally, barely avoiding the finger.
The reddish-brown shadow flashed, and Li Muchan was startled. He felt that he was already in front of him and punched out.
Li Muchan spread both swords together, and then used the Qiankun Sword Technique, shrouded in purple light.
"When..." The purple light dimmed, and the long sword in his left hand flew out.
Xin felt like he was punched out again.
"When..." The purple light disappeared, and the long sword in Li Muchan's right hand flew out.
Xinjue punched out again, and Li Muchan met with his right fist, and the two fists collided.
With a muffled "bang" sound, he flew up, flew three to four feet in the air, and landed floating on the ground.
After landing, he staggered back two steps, blood gushed out from the corner of his mouth, and he smiled bitterly.
This is the martial arts of the descendants of Landa Temple!
Xinjue smiled: "This is the powerful demon-subduing fist, how about it?"
"I admire you!" Li Muchan smiled bitterly and shook his head, then took a deep breath and said, "I'll see you next time for some clever advice. Farewell!"
After saying that, there was a muffled "bang" sound, and he turned into several shadows and suddenly appeared at the foot of the steps.
There was a crisp "pop" sound, and a small crater appeared in his footprints.
Xinjue's face turned cold, he swayed, and when he appeared on the steps, he saw that Li Muchan had jumped out of the stone wall, falling straight down like a stone, towards the gloomy pine forest.
Li Muchan was in the air, smiling bitterly to himself. He wanted to jump to Crouching Tiger Mountain and escape for his life. He felt that the monk's murderous intention was well hidden, but he could not hide it from himself.
The powerful demon-subduing fist can actually amplify the internal force and increase its power several times. It is indeed worthy of the unique skills of Landa Temple!