Yang Ruoruo sneered: "How despicable are you Wumiaoshan!"
"We have to do this in order to save a few people from dying. Miss Yang, please forgive me!" the silver-bearded old man chuckled, quite proudly.
Li Muchan smiled and shook his head. There is some truth in what he said. From the enemy's standpoint, what method is effective, what method can achieve the greatest gain with the smallest sacrifice, what method should be used, and not restricting oneself because of morality, is the right way.
Sacrificing more disciples because of moral or other constraints is really not a qualified leader.
Yang Ruoruo sneered: "If you really catch me, you will definitely die, and your Wumiao Mountain will be destroyed. I really don't know how stupid you are!"
"Haha, Miss Yang has such a strong tone!" The silver-bearded old man shook his head and laughed: "Although our Wumiao Mountain is not good, it is not so easy to wipe out the family, right?"
"Just try it if you don't believe it!" Yang Ruoruo squinted at him.
Li Muchan sighed and shook his head helplessly: "I tell you guys, forget it today, I don't want to kill anyone!"
"Hey, young man, you have such a big breath!" The silver-bearded old man laughed: "You two are really a perfect match, one has a bigger breath than the other!"
Li Muchan said: "Everyone, the Yufeng Sect is powerful and one of the most powerful sects in the world. Can your Wumiao Mountain really withstand the wrath of thunder?"
"We at Wumiao Mountain are not vegetarians!" The silver-bearded old man snorted and said coldly: "The Yufeng Sect has such a great reputation, but it is hard to live up to its reputation!"
Li Muchan sighed: "You are wrong. The inheritance of tens of thousands of years will never be wasted. I think you should wake up!"
"Haha, thank you young man!" The silver-bearded old man laughed, shook his head and said, "But we still have to kill you!"
Li Muchan raised his eyebrows and said with a smile, "Why is this?"
The silver-bearded old man frowned. Li Muchan's behavior made him wary. If he smiled when he heard that he was about to be killed, he might be abnormal. Or he might be too confident. Confidence often does not arise out of thin air, and he cannot see through it.
He is shallow and doesn't seem to know how to do martial arts.
"Who are you?!" the silver-bearded old man said in a deep voice.
Li Muchan shook his head and said with a smile: "I am a nobody, not worth mentioning, why do you want to kill me?"
"Because we don't want others to know." The silver-bearded old man took a deep breath and hummed in a deep voice, putting aside the awe in his heart.
Li Muchan smiled and looked at Yang Ruoruo: "Has Miss Yang sent a signal?"
Yang Ruoruo nodded, and the silver-bearded old man's expression changed slightly, and then he laughed and said: "Don't try to deceive me, Miss Yang, don't delay any longer, let's go!"
Yang Ruoruo unsheathed her sword and said coldly: "Stop talking nonsense and come on!"
"Alas..." The silver-bearded old man shook his head and sighed: "I really can't shed tears until I see the coffin. You Yufeng Sect people all have the same temper. Come on, let's do it!"
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Li Muchan also shook his head and sighed: "It's true that I won't shed tears until I see the coffin!"
A cold light flashed around his waist, and screams suddenly broke out. People threw away their swords, covered their right wrists, and groaned in pain. Some rolled to the ground, some squatted on the ground, and some fainted.
Li Muchan's sword had been sheathed, he shook his head and sighed.
Yang Ruoruo stared at Li Muchan with wide bright eyes. She couldn't believe it.
She saw Li Muchan's movements clearly. The tip of the sword passed through everyone's wrist like a stream of light, and then returned to its sheath elegantly, without any smell of fireworks.
This movement is surprisingly fast, but it also feels slow, as if it's done with ease, and yet it feels like it's impossible to dodge.
She knew that Li Muchan's swordsmanship was profound, and she heard that he had mastered the Yuanjian Jue, but she never expected that he could master his swordsmanship to such an extent.
Li Muchan's swordsmanship seemed to open a door in front of her. She never knew what the highest state of swordsmanship was like. It was like it was shrouded in fog and she couldn't see the road ahead clearly.
Seeing Li Muchan's sword, she suddenly realized that this was the highest state of swordsmanship, where lifting a heavy weight was like taking it lightly, turning illness into slowness, turning complexity into simplicity, and all moves turned into a light sword.
Li Muchan looked at the silver-bearded old man with a smile: "Do you still want to kill me?"
"You... who the hell are you!" The smile on the silver-bearded old man's face froze, his expression darkened, he pointed at Li Muchan and snorted coldly.
Li Muchan smiled: "What's wrong with the Sword Sect of the Ten Thousand Saints Sect!"
"All Saints Sect!?" The expression of the silver-bearded old man changed again. He took a deep breath and asked slowly: "The number one sect of evil?"
Li Muchan smiled and shook his head: "People slander our sect, but our Ten Thousand Saints Sect is not an evil sect."
"Are you really a disciple of the Ten Thousand Saints Sect?" the silver-bearded old man said solemnly.
Li Muchan smiled and said: "Who dares to pretend to be a disciple of my sect!?"
"Okay, we made a mistake!" The silver-bearded old man took a deep breath and said solemnly: "That's it, let's forget about today!"
Li Muchan chuckled and said, "Thank you very much!"
The silver-bearded old man took a deep look at Yang Ruoruo: "Then I'll say goodbye!"
After he said that, he turned around and was about to leave. Suddenly, a giggle sounded out, and Yao Jiameng suddenly appeared, wearing a fluttering white shirt, like a fairy arriving in the air.
"Master!" Yang Ruoruo called softly.
Yao Jiameng pursed her lips and smiled softly: "Girl, you know that people's hearts are evil and the world is difficult, right?"
"The ghost of Wumiao Mountain still lingers!" Yang Ruoruo said calmly.
Yao Jiameng chuckled and said: "That's because you are incompetent!... Mr. He, this is ridiculous. Thank you for drawing your sword to help!"
Li Muchan smiled and shook his head: "It doesn't matter whether I take action or not. What can they do against Miss Yang, let alone Sect Leader Yao coming in person?"
Yao Jiameng sighed and shook his head helplessly: "These people are really evil and they only bully us women!"
The silver-bearded old man's face turned red and he stared at Yao Jiameng: "Yao, you are finally here!"
Yao Jiameng said calmly: "What if I come?"
The silver-bearded old man suddenly looked up to the sky and laughed loudly. Yao Jiameng turned around and looked around, and said calmly: "Okay, Hu, show off any other mysteries. I want to see what you are capable of!"
"Pop!" The silver-bearded old man suddenly threw it into the sky, and a cloud of red mist exploded in the sky, turning into a red cloud that hung in the air.
Yao Jiameng frowned, disappeared in a flash, and appeared behind the silver-bearded old man. He pressed his jade palm. When the silver-bearded old man saw her disappearing, he hurriedly took a step out, barely avoiding the jade palm.
Yao Jiameng was afraid that the night would be long and he would have many dreams, and one missed blow would be followed by another. The silver-bearded old man moved with nimble steps and walked under Yao Jiameng's jade palm. There was nothing he could do for a while.
In the blink of an eye, more than a dozen moves passed, footsteps sounded, and soon nearly a hundred men in black swarmed up and surrounded the top of the mountain, making it completely suffocating.
Li Muchan looked at the hundred or so people. They were all good masters, old men, middle-aged men, and no young people. This Wu Miao Mountain was unknown. He didn't expect that the strength was so strong, and that it was far inferior to other sects.
"Hey, Yao, today is the end of you!" The silver-bearded old man sneered proudly, and his movements became more and more agile, like a cloud of fog.
"Then it depends on your ability!" Yao Jiameng pursed his lips and chuckled, not paying attention, as if he didn't notice the nearly a hundred experts around him.
The silver-bearded old man said: "Today, even if I fight to die together, I will kill you to avenge my senior sister!"
"Just because of you Wumiao Mountain?" Yao Jiameng snorted: "I'm still a little short of you if you want to stay!"
Then she suddenly flashed and appeared behind an old man in black. She pressed her palm on the old man's vest and flew out with a "bang", spraying blood mist in the air. Then she landed on the ground with a "bang" and became motionless.
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