"Hehe..." Zhao Yuanming suddenly sneered. The smile on his face was strange, as if he had changed into a different person. His temperament was sinister, completely different from his original square atmosphere.
Seeing this, Mo Guiyi and the others knew that he had really activated the magic weapon, their hearts sank slightly and their faces were solemn.
Mo Guiyi said in a deep voice: "People named Zhao, come on!"
The sword light suddenly brightened, and the four people surrounding him hurriedly retreated. The others did the same, and the sword light suddenly brightened, forcing them to retreat from the Shenjian Sect disciples who were pestering them.
More than a dozen people gathered together at once and surrounded Zhao Mingyue.
"Brother..." Yi Xiaoru hurriedly turned to look at Li Muchan, and found that Li Muchan's originally pale face had become even paler, with a layer of gold, and his eyes were dim.
She was shocked and exclaimed: "Brother!"
Li Muchan shook his head and said with a bitter smile, "It doesn't matter to me."
"Brother, what's going on?!" Yi Xiaoru hurriedly grabbed his arm and checked his pulse with internal force. He was weak and weak, which was a sign of serious injury.
She turned her head and looked around, and saw more than twenty people surrounding them, more like bodyguards. It was difficult to plot in such a situation.
Besides, it is very rare in the world to be able to plot against your eldest brother.
She looked at Li Muchan in confusion: "Brother, what's going on?"
Li Muchan smiled bitterly and said: "I didn't expect the backlash from the Soul Searching Technique to be so strong, but it's nothing serious. Just get over it and it'll be fine!"
"Brother, let's retreat!" Yi Xiaoru whispered: "Zhao Yuanming used a magic weapon. It's hard to say whether he will win or lose. Let's go first!"
According to her usual temper, she would never run away at this time. It was the most critical moment and she had to fight for it. But Li Muchan was injured and if she stayed, her life would be in danger.
Seeing Li Muchan like this, she couldn't care less about anything. Li Muchan's life was important.
Li Muchan shook his head: "Let's take a look and then talk."
Yi Xiaoru whispered: "Brother, once the magic weapon comes out, it will be invincible. I'm afraid Master Mo and the others..."
Li Muchan frowned: "When it comes, they should have expected that Zhao Yuanming will use the magic weapon, right?"
"I didn't expect that." Yi Xiaoru shook his head and frowned: "I heard from Uncle Tang that Zhao Yuanming can no longer use magic weapons, otherwise, the magic weapons will backfire!"
"What will happen if the magic weapon backfires?" Li Muchan asked hurriedly.
This is the secret of the magic weapon. Most people really don't know. He once asked Liu Biyun. She didn't know either. Others kept it secret.
Yi Xiaoru whispered: "If you are bitten by a magic weapon, you will become a slave to it."
"Weapon slave?" Li Muchan pondered and frowned, "You mean controlled by a magic weapon?"
"Yeah." Yi Xiaoru whispered: "I also heard what the master said. I have never seen it, but I heard that becoming a weapon slave is miserable. Life is worse than death. You can't help but keep killing. In the end, you can't escape death.
, often the last resort is to commit suicide."
Li Muchan frowned: "Sacrificial weapons... Well, magic weapons become stronger by killing..."
He nodded thoughtfully, understanding the mystery.
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Magic weapons are accumulated evil spirits, and evil spirits can only be obtained by killing people. Killing one person will condense the evil spirits on the body. The more people kill, the heavier the evil spirits will be. The evil spirits will eventually return to the magic weapon. The method is for the owner of the magic weapon to commit suicide.
This move was so cruel that it was a sure way to death. Li Muchan now did not believe that anyone could break free from the control of the magic weapon. He had just used his mind power to collide with the evil spirit of the magic weapon and saw the power of the magic weapon.
He knew that if it were him, once the magic weapon invaded, it would be difficult to stop it. He was as spirited as a dragon and extremely tyrannical, but after all, it was just what he had cultivated so far, and the magic weapon was condensed by thousands of years of evil energy. Normally,
Confined within the vessel, once activated, it is truly unstoppable.
So the last time he snatched the Heaven-Destroying Sword from Linhai Pavilion, his intuition kept warning him, so he resisted the temptation and didn't pull out the Heaven-Destroying Sword. Thinking about it now, he was really lucky. If he hadn't resisted, he would have become a sword slave.
He secretly sighed that it was indeed a magic weapon that could block the holy weapon. I don't know who created the method of making this weapon. He was such a genius that he felt inferior to himself. It was also hateful. Such a magic weapon would definitely bring disaster to the world.
The sword control formula is so crucial, it is the only way to control the magic weapon. If there is no other way, if you try to control it by relying on your own tyrannical spiritual cultivation, you will lose but never win.
He had previously used his mind power, and his soul merged with it, and he gained the ability to control magic weapons.
"Hehe" with a sneer, Zhao Yuanming suddenly flashed in front of Mo Guiyi, his sword flashed, and Mo Guiyi retreated quickly: "Zhao Yuanming, how dare you use a magic weapon again!"
"Suffer death!" Zhao Yuanming sneered, and the sword light flashed again.
He seemed to be chasing after Mo Guiyi, but his long sword turned sharply and stabbed an old man next to him. Li Muchan recognized that it was Wenhua of Yuanzong, whose swordsmanship was outstanding.
Wenhua is an elder of Yuanzong. He usually keeps quiet. He has been practicing hard in seclusion in Yuanzong, and he has developed profound skills in swordsmanship.
However, his fighting experience is less, and he can cope with ordinary scenes. At this time, he saw Zhao Yuanming's ferocious expression, and thought of what Tang Tianyu said, Zhao Yuanming can no longer use magic weapons. While he was thinking about it, he didn't expect that Zhao Yuanming was so cunning and his sword was too fast.
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Wen Hua twisted his body forcefully, and the sword stabbing his heart penetrated his left shoulder, causing blood to flow like a column.
He swung the sword with his right hand and his left shoulder caught the sword. Zhao Yuanming's right wrist shook slightly and the sword slipped out of Wenhua's shoulder and stabbed his throat.
Wenhua retreated helplessly, barely able to avoid Zhao Yuanming's sword because it was too fast.
He watched Zhao Yuanming turn around with lingering fear, frowning and said: "He is about to become a demon, everyone has to kill him!"
"Yes, I want to kill him!" Mo Guiyi said in a deep voice.
People not far away shouted: "Let's do it together!"
Mo Guiyi and the others were surrounded. They had to deal with Zhao Yuanming inside and everyone outside. They were in a hurry and someone was soon injured.
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"Brother, what should I do?" Yi Xiaoru stamped her feet anxiously.
Li Muchan frowned and said, "The magic weapon is really powerful!"
Yi Xiaoru tugged at him: "Brother, you can't be brave!... I'll go!"
Li Muchan smiled bitterly: "It's better for you to go than for me to go. You go first and I'll lure Zhao Yuanming away!"
"No." Yi Xiaoru shook her head and held his arm tightly: "Brother, you are injured. You can't do anything anymore. If something happens..."
Li Muchan waved his hand: "Xiaoru, I'm not that delicate. If I don't take action, I'm afraid..."
Yi Xiaoru kept tugging on his sleeve, refusing to let go.
Li Muchan had no choice but to take a deep breath and spit it out suddenly. Suddenly a long roar came out, like a huge wave coming over the mountain.
Those with lower cultivation levels in the field suddenly swayed and fell limply, and the roar was right in front of them, extremely fierce and domineering.
The whistling sound became deeper and deeper, instead of rising to the sky. It only echoed in everyone's ears, causing their blood to surge. It rose and fell like a tide. They wanted to live and die.
Yi Xiaoru's cultivation level was a little worse, but when Li Muchan held her hand, her inner energy surged in. When the whistling sound reached her ears, it didn't stir her blood. She just felt the sound was louder.
Under the roar, even Zhao Yuanming could only use his martial arts to resist it. This was a temporary method that Li Muchan came up with. He could only use this method to deal with magic weapons.
He shook his head and sighed. Now it seems that this method is not working. It cannot break the magic weapon.
Li Muchan thought about it, the power of the magic weapon comes from the evil spirit. When the evil spirit enters the body, the internal strength is enhanced, but it is not endless and not terrible. There are some exquisite secret methods that can activate the potential and achieve the same effect.
The fear of a magic weapon lies in the spirit. Once the magic weapon is used, it is like a swordsman with superb swordsmanship controlling the master of the magic weapon. His swordsmanship is extremely refined.
Li Muchan prides himself on his superb swordsmanship and has a thorough understanding of the secrets of swordsmanship in the world, but when compared with magic weapons, he is still far behind. The last time he was compared with the Heaven-Destroying Sword, he was no match.
Li Muchan thought that his cultivation was better than Zhao Yuanming's, so he used the Buddhist lion's roar to restrain the magic weapon, but judging from Zhao Yuanming's performance, it didn't look like he had restrained himself.
After a long time, the howling stopped.
Li Muchan breathed a sigh of relief, and his face became paler and golden.
"Brother..." Yi Xiaoru looked at him worriedly and whispered: "Let's go first and let Uncle Mo and the others handle it!"
Li Muchan nodded slowly and sighed: "I can't help anymore if I want to, so let's go!"
He fisted Mo Guiyi and others and responded with an apologetic smile: "Uncle Mo, let's go first."
Mo Guiyi and the others were also shaken to the point of blood boiling, and suffered minor internal injuries. Looking at Li Muchan's appearance, he knew that he was seriously injured, so Mo Guiyi said in a deep voice: "Go!"
Li Muchan and Yi Xiaoru stepped back, turning a blind eye to Zhao Yuanming's eager gaze.
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Li Muchan and Yi Xiaoru arrived at the shore. Xiuxiu was standing on the bow of the boat watching. When she saw them coming, she hurriedly pulled the boat over.
Yi Xiaoru helped Li Muchan get on the boat. The boat shook. When Xiuxiu saw Li Muchan like this, her expression suddenly changed and she hurriedly stepped forward to help: "Master, you are injured!"
Li Muchan waved his hand and said: "Okay, don't make a fuss, you won't die!"
Xiuxiu insisted on helping him and said angrily: "Young master, you are too careless. How can you get hurt with your martial arts skills!"
Li Muchan said: "Please stop talking a few words, I want to heal my injuries!"
As he spoke, he entered the cabin and sat cross-legged on the low couch. Yi Xiaoru held one arm, and Xiu Xiu held the other arm, and said hurriedly: "Master, shall we go back?"
Li Muchan shook his head: "Let's wait and see. There is no need to sail."
Xiu Xiu said hurriedly: "Young master, you still want to interfere, and you are so seriously injured!"
Li Muchan waved his hand, closed his eyes directly, and began to perform exercises to heal the injury. This injury was to the soul, and it would be difficult to recover for a while.
When he used the Soul Searching Technique, he looked pale, which was just a disguise, because this technique was too powerful, and if he didn't pretend like this, it would leave a shadow on others.
But later, he used his psychic powers and obtained the instructions for controlling Zhao Yuanming's magic weapon. He was really injured. Before he could withdraw his mind, he was injured by the evil spirit of the magic weapon.
Only then did he realize the power of the magic weapon. Fortunately, he did not pull out the Heaven-Destroying Sword rashly. Otherwise, he would have become possessed by the devil and be controlled by the magic weapon.
While he was casting the Heart Sutra of Infinite Light, he opened his Eyes of Void to look at the situation in the distance and see the battle situation of Mo Guiyi and the others.
Seeing him like this, Xiuxiu and Yi Xiaoru got out of the cabin and each stood on the bow of the boat to protect him, lest anyone come and disturb him.
Li Muchan cast the Heart Sutra of Infinite Light while watching with the Eye of the Void. As time passed, the situation there became more and more tragic. Mo Guiyi and the others were all injured. Fortunately, their martial arts were strong, and they joined forces to deal with Zhao Yuanming. Even if
In this way, it is also in danger.
Mo Guiyi suddenly became powerful and used some secret technique. His sword was as bright as snow and extremely fast. He was able to resist Zhao Yuanming for a moment, and the fight was inextricable.
Li Muchan frowned. This should be a secret method of the Sword Sect. It is extremely taxing on the body and cannot be sustained for a long time. Just as he was thinking about it, the other people then activated the secret method. They were all brave. Several of them joined forces and actually suppressed Zhao Yuanming's attack.
With the strength of his sword, he tried to kill Zhao Yuanming even though he was injured.
Zhao Yuanming was quickly injured and received a sword blow on his left shoulder. Mo Guiyi died with him and both were injured. Mo Guiyi received a sword blow in the chest.
Zhao Yuanming suddenly sneered strangely, turned around and left, completely ignoring the other disciples of the Divine Sword Sect, and disappeared into the night in the blink of an eye.
Seeing this, the rest of the people shook their heads helplessly. The disciples of the Divine Sword Sect dispersed like birds and beasts, fleeing in all directions. The Wan Sheng Sect had no intention of pursuing them and came to see Mo Guiyi.
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Li Muchan suddenly said: "Xiaoru, go and tell them that I can save Master Mo's life, please bring me here quickly!"
"Brother, Uncle Mo...?" Yi Xiaoru hurriedly entered the cabin and asked.
Li Muchan opened his eyes and sighed: "Senior Mo's injury is very serious, they are afraid..., bring him here as soon as possible, I will give it a try."
Yi Xiaoru turned around and was about to leave, but suddenly stopped and turned to look at him hesitantly: "But brother, your injury..."
Li Muchan said: "I can't die, I just need to heal my wounds for a while."
"...Okay." Yi Xiaoru thought for a while, nodded helplessly, and floated away from the boat. Xiuxiu came in and pouted: "Master, why are you so worried? They may not accept your favor.
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Li Muchan said: "You can't just ignore death."
Xiuxiu snorted and said: "I don't think they are good people!... Young Master, does your injury really not matter?"
"Yeah." Li Muchan said.
Xiuxiu said: "Sir, have all the people from the Divine Sword Sect been dealt with?"
"That's almost it. It can't happen this time." Li Muchan nodded.
Xiuxiu exclaimed: "This is really satisfying. Most of the brothels in Jingzhou City are owned by the Divine Sword Sect. It's really bad!"
Li Muchan raised his eyebrows and said proudly: "My five sisters told me this. They are much more familiar with Jingzhou City than I am. I have lived all these years in vain!"
She grew up in Jingzhou City, but when the five people talked about it, she realized that she didn't understand Jingzhou City at all, far from it.
Li Muchan nodded: "You should learn more from them."
Xiuxiu said: "Sir, should we also build a place like this?"
"What do you want to do?" Li Muchan asked.
Xiuxiu pursed her lips and smiled and said: "It's not a problem if you don't have good ears and eyes. Master, let's build a place to collect information. I can also open a restaurant."
Li Muchan pondered for a moment and nodded slowly: "Yeah, okay."
Xiuxiu suddenly smiled brightly: "Sir, do you really agree?"
Li Muchan said: "If you don't mind the trouble, just open a restaurant and find some people secretly to collect information."
Xiuxiu patted her chest and said excitedly: "Don't worry, young master, I will do a good job. I have a lot of experience now!"
Li Muchan smiled and waved his hand, and Yi Xiaoru's voice came from the river bank: "Brother, Uncle Mo is here."
Li Muchan said: "Senior Mo, please come on board!"
Yi Xiaoru and Wen Hua floated onto the boat, Wen Hua hugged Mo Guiyi, and the boat shook a bit.
There were more than twenty people standing on the bank of the river, all of whom were top experts here. However, the boat was too small to accommodate them, so they all stood on the bank and watched.
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