He whispered: "Senior Brother Zhao, you go first, I will deal with him."
"Junior Brother Zhanran, do you recognize him?" Zhao Jinsheng asked.
Li Muchan shook his head: "I don't know, but the person who comes is not good, and if the good person doesn't come, he must be looking for trouble and trying to block our way."
Zhao Jinsheng nodded: "Well, that makes sense...can you do it alone?"
Li Muchan smiled and said: "If you can't fight, just run away. I won't fight to the death. You go first, so that none of us can escape, and I don't have to worry about anything later."
Zhao Jinsheng shook his head and said with a smile: "Junior Brother Zhanran, it is prudent to consider defeat before fighting, but it is too ambitious for others and destroys his own prestige!"
Zhong Bixuan snorted: "That's right, I see, he is dry and not very powerful!"
Li Muchan waved his hand: "Okay, Senior Brother Zhao, hurry up and don't stop. We'll talk about it when we get to Helian's house!"
Zhao Jinsheng smiled and shook his head: "If you are asked to do such a thing, as a senior brother, I don't have the face to show off to others, so I'll do it!"
Zhong Bixuan laughed sweetly and said: "Senior Brother Zhao, let's go together. There is strength in numbers. We'll knock him down first!"
"This is right!" Zhao Jinsheng smiled and nodded with approval on his face.
Li Muchan put his palm on his forehead and was speechless.
Mei Ruolan said calmly: "Zhan Ran, we are not the Mei Mansion. You don't have to worry about everything. With senior brother and senior sister here, you don't have to worry!"
He secretly complained to himself that his martial arts skills were too poor and he couldn't convince the crowd, so others couldn't listen to what he said, and he couldn't blame others. If it were him, a person with poor martial arts skills and a lower generation would give random orders and wouldn't listen.
The five people moved forward slowly and came to the old man.
This old man was thin, but he was wearing a gray robe, which was empty, as if a robe was hanging on a branch, and the pieces were swaying when a gust of wind blew.
This old man has an oval face, a small nose and small eyes, but his eyes are as bright as lightning, which is breathtaking.
He folded his arms and looked at the five people up and down, and finally landed on Zhao Jinsheng's crowning face: "Are you from the Canghai Sword Sect?"
Zhao Jinsheng cupped his fists and said: "Exactly, I am Zhao Jinsheng of the Canghai Sword Sect. I don't know your senior's surname. What advice can I give you while waiting here?"
He was polite first and then sent troops. Although he felt that the visitor was unkind, he could not lose his etiquette.
"My surname is Li." The old man said slowly. Zhan Zhan's eyes stopped on Li Muchan and said calmly: "You are the dual-sword monk Zhanran, right?"
Li Muchan smiled and said, "That's me."
The old man looked at him and nodded with a smile: "Okay, great, I finally found you!"
"Senior, what do you want from me?" Li Muchan smiled slightly and said, "Senior, is he from the Li family in Fengming City?"
The old man said: "The young monk is really smart. I am the guest of the Li family."
Li Muchan raised his eyebrows and said with a smile: "Senior is so skilled in martial arts, how can he submit to the guest of the Li family?"
"I have a different relationship with the Li family. As for why I came to the Li family, there is no need to say more." The old man waved his hand and said calmly: "I am here today to take your life."
Li Muchan smiled and said: "It turns out it's for me!"
The old man sighed and said: "You killed the heir of the Li family and cut off the incense of the Li family. As a descendant of the Li family, I will have to avenge this revenge. Be careful!"
After saying that, her body swayed, her fingers spread out, and she crossed them straight towards his chest.
Li Muchan swayed his body to dodge, and thrust out the four long swords in unison, surrounding Wei and rescuing Zhao. It was as if four rays of lightning were woven into a cage, covering the old man.
The old man turned his five fingers into claws and waved lightly.
"Ding ding ding ding..." His nails flicked on the four swords respectively.
The four people trembled, their arms went limp, and their swords almost fell out of their hands. The old man's skill was shocking.
Zhao Jinsheng took a step back and sighed secretly, this time was really unlucky. He kept running into top masters and his martial arts skills were useless. It was really depressing.
I have only encountered one such master in the past few years. It would be good to come out this time. It is really unlucky to encounter several at once.
The old man dealt with the four people with one hand and Li Muchan with the other.
Li Muchan's body flashed, avoiding his five fingers, but unexpectedly, his five fingers suddenly grew longer, and his arm suddenly grew several inches as if equipped with a mechanism, making him vulnerable to being caught.
Li Muchan shrank and drew his sword. He made a soft "chi" sound, scratched his fingernails, and a hole appeared in the clothes on his chest. His hair suddenly stood up.
The old man chuckled and said with a smile: "Young monk, what a handsome Qinggong!"
After saying that, he left the four of them behind and covered Li Muchan with his claws.
His nails were long, and there were ten daggers stuck on his fingers. They were frighteningly sharp and harder than gold and iron. Li Muchan's long sword collided with them, causing no harm.
These ten nails were like treasures. Li Muchan thought, they were definitely not the original nails. They must be wearing finger cots. The colors were just weird, as if they were integrated with the hands.
Unwilling to give up, Zhao Jinsheng and the others attacked again with their swords to relieve the pressure on Li Muchan. They could see that Li Muchan was already giving up his life and would soon die.
Zhao Jinsheng saw this and said in a deep voice: "Junior Sister Xu, Junior Sister Zhong, start the sword formation!"
"Yes!" the two women responded, and immediately three silver dragons flew out and rushed towards the old man, forming a circle and trapping him in it, blocking contact with Li Muchan.
"Huh?" the old man said with a surprised look on his face. He moved his ten fingers together and pulled out the three swords one by one with a thoughtful look on his face.
Li Muchan raised his sword to the ground, took a long breath, and stared at the field.
Zhao Jinsheng raised his voice and said: "Junior Brother Zhanran, don't be stunned and leave quickly!"
Li Muchan hesitated for a moment, then pulled out a small bow from his wide sleeves. It was dark and as thick as a thumb. He took out an arrow from under his side and put it on it.
The old man played with his ten fingers continuously, "ding ding ding..." it kept ringing, like playing music.
With a sneer on his face, he looked at Li Muchan lightly.
In the three-person sword formation, Mei Ruolan couldn't get in the way, so she walked behind Li Muchan, put her palms on his vest, and a wave of internal energy surged through him.
Her internal energy was like a tide, one wave after another, each wave was slow, not powerful, and as gentle as a breeze. Li Muchan felt very comfortable.
But as the waves came one after another, the accumulation started from small to large. After a while, Li Muchan only felt that his Dantian was slightly swollen, and he actually felt full.
He performed the Arrow Control Technique, and his internal energy slowly gathered on the small arrow.
The little arrow gradually changed color, first it was dark black, and then it turned faintly golden, as if it had been brushed with a layer of gold powder, which was quite strange.
Li Muchan stared into his eyes, staring at the old man closely, taking in his every expression and movement, and at the same time running his mind.
He can do three things at once. While using his mind power, he is closely watching his every tiny movement. The last focus is on using the Arrow Control Technique.
His mind was running at an unprecedented speed. After a while, he gradually gained a little understanding of the old man's psychology, and seemed to be able to vaguely understand his mind.
Although the old man's martial arts skills are high, his mind has no trace of Buddhism, so Li Muchan's mind can be seen through his mind. It was not clear and fuzzy before, but as time goes by, it has become much clearer.
Slowly, he could faintly glimpse his next movement, but he didn't rush to shoot the arrow. The small arrow had completely turned into a light golden color. It didn't look like it was dyed, but more like the material had turned into light yellow.
Such a different appearance is due to the continuous use of the Arrow Control Technique, which continuously pours internal energy into it, causing it to change color.
Under the ten fingers, Zhao Jinsheng and the others have been struggling to support themselves. If it weren't for the strange mental skills of the sword array and their ability to withstand the power, they would have been knocked away by the old man's long sword.
But now, although the old man's finger strength is amazing and makes his arms numb, the strength contained in his fingers has been removed by invisible forces, and they can support today.
This is the beauty of the formation. This is the small movement formation of the Canghai Sword Sect, which is extremely powerful. There is also a large movement formation, which requires more than ten people and is even more powerful.
Li Muchan held a small pale gold arrow in his hand and remained motionless, squinting at the four people. Behind him, Mei Ruolan kept pouring in her inner energy, her expression solemn and solemn.
Li Muchan's narrowed eyes suddenly widened, and his eyes suddenly lit up, flashing with golden light, and then a golden light broke through the air.
The sound is like the chirping of a crane, soaring into the sky and reaching the sky.
The golden light broke through the air and arrived in front of the old man in an instant. At this moment, the swords of Zhao Jinsheng and three others shot out like lightning, and they all attacked the old man.
This pose is the result of three people's lifelong efforts, and it means that if they don't succeed, they will become benevolent.
The old man was taken aback. He raised his ten fingers and flicked the three swords respectively. "Ding, ding, ding, ding..." the sound was like the sound of rain hitting banana trees, and his figure kept retreating.
He didn't expect that the internal energy of these three little guys was so weird. Although they were not very strong, they were extremely pure and difficult to get rid of when they penetrated the body.
Internal energy kept coming in, and although it couldn't hurt him, it blocked the flow of his internal energy, causing him to feel a little twisted, as if his moves weren't so smooth.
Just at this moment, a small golden arrow came through the air.
He wanted to avoid it, but the swords of the three people were trapped in all directions. He could not avoid it. He shouted angrily and grabbed a person to block him in front of him.
Zhong Bixuan's face turned pale, and he watched helplessly as the golden arrow shot into his chest.
The old man was hit by a sword on his shoulder. He advanced instead of retreating and rushed towards Li Muchan.
Zhao Jinsheng stabbed the old man on the shoulder, but he didn't care about pursuing the victory. He hurriedly supported Zhong Bixuan and said urgently: "Junior Sister Zhong! Junior Sister Zhong!"
Zhao Jinsheng took a deep breath and nodded: "Junior Sister Xu, please, I will leave Junior Sister Zhong to you, and I will avenge Junior Sister Zhong!"
At this time, the light of Li Muchan's sword was like rain, and like mercury pouring down the ground, it was endless. Although the old man had profound skills, he was suppressed for a moment.
Zhao Jinsheng rushed over at this time, his sword was as bright as lightning, and he was extremely fast. He stabbed at his vitals with every move, intending to take his life and avenge Zhong Bixuan.
Li Muchan was so violent because he understood the power of his arrow, and there was no way Junior Sister Zhong could survive.
The old man was in the sword light, fluttering like catkins, and said with a smile: "How does it feel to shoot yourself in the foot, little monk?"
Li Muchan's face turned livid. He had never wanted to kill someone so much. He said coldly: "You are such a despicable act. You are a shameless person!"
The old man smiled and shook his head: "The winner is the king and the loser is the bandit. The young monk is so pedantic!"
His injured left arm suddenly reached out, and his fingers suddenly stretched out to grab Li Muchan's chest.
Li Muchan turned sideways to avoid it, as if he had guessed that he would do this and took half a step in advance. Otherwise, with his speed, it would be impossible to avoid this catch.
As they got closer and fought, his mind became clearer and clearer, and he could clearly understand what he was thinking. It would have been impossible for anyone else to avoid him just now.
Upon seeing this, Zhao Jinsheng felt relieved and felt that Li Muchan would not suffer a loss, so he looked at Xu Jingying.
Xu Jingying frowned slightly, sitting on the ground holding Zhong Bixuan, her face as calm as water, sitting motionless, looking at the ants on the ground.
Seeing her like this, Zhao Jinsheng's heart sank and he hurriedly said: "Junior Sister Xu, Junior Sister Zhong, she...?"
"It hurts my heart." Xu Jingying said lightly.
"Ah——!" Zhao Jinsheng was shocked and his face turned pale.
Mei Ruolan walked over and looked down at Zhong Bixuan. At this time, Zhong Bixuan's face was as pale as paper, his eyes were slightly closed, and his eyelashes looked extra long.
She frowned slightly, as if she was still in pain despite being in a coma, and there was a bloody hole in her chest, which was scary.
Li Muchan understood the power of his arrow best and knew that it would be unjust, but after hearing Xu Jingying's words with his own ears, he finally gave up.
He suddenly stopped the sword and let the old man put his left paw on his shoulder. With a slight tap, his nails pierced in like a sword, deeply embedded in the pipa's bones.
Li Muchan grunted and swept his long sword in an unexpected and extremely fast move.
The old man grabbed Li Muchan's pipa bone. He never thought that the person who was caught with the lute bone would still be able to resist. It was too late to regret it.
He tried his best to retreat, but could not completely avoid it. The tip of the sword slashed across his belly, exposing a section of his intestines. He hurriedly covered it, keeping his feet on his feet, and retreated desperately.
Li Muchan's pipa bone was in severe pain, but he didn't care. His body flashed and he stood in front of the old man, his sword shining like a drill, blocking his way.
The old man before the injury was completely different from the old man after the injury.
"Zhan Ran, leave him alone and come see Senior Sister Zhong first!" Mei Ruolan suddenly shouted.
Li Muchan was startled, and the sword force slowed down a bit. The old man took the opportunity to run away, and a voice came from a distance: "Boy, I will never let you off lightly if you end the hatred of incense!"
Li Muchan sneered and hurriedly came to Mei Ruolan: "How is it? How is it?"
"I don't know, look at your crane control and fueling skills!" Mei Ruolan shook her head.
Li Muchan nodded slowly, came to Zhong Bixuan, squatted down, and looked at her injuries.