Li Muchan is usually calm and reserved, gentle and calm, not aggressive enough, and has a somewhat passive temperament. The fundamental reason is that he is indifferent to worldly matters. Except for family and friends, he does not get angry with others. Even if he scolds him a few times, he does not bother to pay attention.
Su Yunyun was an exception. As soon as he saw Su Yunyun, who was cold and indifferent, like a fairy, he couldn't help but want to tease her. It's human nature to provoke fairies to indulge in secular thoughts.
Facing his ridicule, Su Yun's clear blue eyes flashed like sparkling waves, but she just looked at him calmly and calmly.
Her expression remained unmoved, but her heart was not at peace. She had thought that if she had used a little trick and the heroes of Eastern Chu were besieging him, he would most likely not be able to survive, and even if he could survive, he would definitely have internal injuries.
Take advantage of his illness to make him sick, and take action at this time, there is no chance of failure.
At this time, he was full of energy and energy, had no internal injuries, and the development of the situation was beyond his control.
In this case, I can only do it forcefully. Fortunately, I have made complete preparations and called in the experts from Yuhan Palace.
She sighed secretly and waved her hands: "Grandma Wang, kill without mercy!"
"Yes, Young Palace Master!" A gloomy old woman nodded.
As soon as she finished speaking, a white shadow flashed past. She was already in front of Li Muchan, staring at him gloomily. The other seven old women moved to surround Li Muchan.
The eight people stood in the Bagua position, slowly drew out their swords, and a cold air came out.
Li Muchan took a look and saw that this old woman was dressed in white, with her hair pulled high. She had no wrinkles on her face. She looked like she was in her forties. However, her eyebrows were covered with a layer of white frost, giving off an air of old age. At a glance, she could tell that she was over fifty years old.
There was a gloomy and cold look on her brows, which was chilling.
Li Muchan glanced at it, turned around and said with a smile: "Everyone Su, why is this? With our friendship, why do we have to shout and kill? We can just discuss everything slowly."
Su Yunyun said calmly: "Can we discuss taking your life?"
Li Muchan touched his nose: "Why do you want to take my life?"
"Don't pretend to be confused!" Su Yunyun sighed.
Li Muchan shook his head and sighed: "Ah..., is it a sin to be kind and soft-hearted? I didn't commit any crime in Chu Qiu, nor was I in trouble. The Su family didn't care about the love of incense at all?"
Su Yunyun looked at him deeply and waved her hand: "Grandma Wang, spare his life!"
"Yes!" The old woman in white nodded, and then shouted: "Start the formation!"
"One sword shines brightly across thousands of mountains and cold mountains!" Everyone shouted together, and the sword light suddenly surged, and the snow-white light filled the space around them, like a pool of cold water.
Li Muchan and Chi Ying were swallowed up by the snow-white light, and their figures could not be seen.
"Ding ding ding ding ding..." the crisp sound sounded continuously, faster than the rain hitting the banana trees.
A silver sword circled around Li Muchan, guarding him like a silver dragon. All the intruding sword lights were defeated by it, and none of them escaped the net.
The red shadow lightly scratched the ground, snorted, and looked around sideways with disdain.
Su Yunyun pursed her red lips tightly and her eyes flashed.
The round-faced middle-aged woman whispered: "Miss, this monk Mingkong is really capable. Grandma Wang and the others...?"
Another woman with an oval face smiled and said: "Senior Sister Li, don't worry, the Eight Extremes Sword Formation has never failed!"
The round-faced woman hesitated to speak, shaking her head in silence.
Su Yunyun didn't look back, and kept staring at Li Muchan, her eyebrows gradually becoming serious.
Li Muchan swung the sword slowly and calmly, with a smile on his face. The long sword used clumsiness to overcome skill and slowness to overcome speed. Even though the eight old women's swords were as bright as lightning, they still could not break through his defense.
He has mastered the essence of Duanyue Sword Technique, and his defensive ability is astonishing. The sword technique of the Eight Old Women is so powerful that it strikes like thunder and lightning, but Li Muchan is as immovable as a mountain.
The essence of Duan Yue Sword Technique is the method of the mind. Many people are useless to Duan Yue Sword Technique. Li Muchan can understand this essence because of his ruthless sleeves.
He has a strong spirit, is observant of every detail, can see inside and control his internal power in an extremely subtle way, which is far better than anyone else in the world. Therefore, he can practice his ruthless skills to perfection and transcend the original barriers.
He is extremely proficient in the method of harnessing energy, and the essence of Yue Yue Sword Technique is all in this method of harnessing energy. If it were another person, without his inner vision skills and subtle manipulation of internal forces, it would take at least twenty or thirty years.
Only then can you succeed.
The first move of the Duanyue Sword Technique is a powerful and unforged killing move. The inner strength is transformed into the most powerful and powerful force, which can overcome anything. With one strike of the sword, even a mountain will be split open.
The second move of the Duan Yue Knife Technique is a defensive move with a strange mental technique. The inner force is strong and soft, like a yin and yang fish, which rotates endlessly. When it encounters hardness, it becomes soft, and when it encounters softness, it becomes hard. The hardness and softness interchange to maintain the balance of yin and yang.
, absorb the opponent's power and turn it into your own.
This mental technique alone is exquisite and far superior to many superb mental techniques. It is no fluke that Duanyue Sword is so famous in Xi Zhao.
With this mentality, no matter how many attacks are encountered, as long as the moves are fast enough, there is no need to worry about lack of internal strength, and you can withstand it.
If it had been another person, he might have been overwhelmed by the stormy blows of the eight women. Their sword moves were too fast, but Li Muchan was extremely powerful and extremely fast, and he just blocked it.
In this way, he was able to defend himself. No matter how fiercely the eight women attacked him, he remained as still as a mountain, but appeared calm and composed.
He still had time to turn around and look at Su Yunyun.
Su Yunyun's face was covered with white gauze, and her only pair of sea-like eyes were exposed. She met his smiling eyes, and her red lips were vaguely biting.
"Miss, let's go up too?" said the round-faced middle-aged woman.
Su Yunyun shook his head: "Aunt Li, forget it, I'll do it myself!"
The two women nodded silently, and it would be best for the young lady to do it herself.
She stretched out her hand, and the round-faced middle-aged woman held up a sword with both hands. The scabbard was made of green shark skin. It looked simple and inconspicuous at first glance, but the more she looked at it, the more luxurious and solemn it became.
There was no decoration on the scabbard, and the hilt was two inches longer than the ordinary hilt. She stretched out her right hand, put it on the hilt, and with a soft groan, she unsheathed the sword.
Suddenly a clear light shone, and the long sword in her hand was like a stream of autumn water, shimmering, as if it had life and spirituality, and was struggling hard to break free from her jade hand and rush out.
Su Yunyun held the sword in front of his chest, pinched the sword formula with his left hand, and stared at the field motionless.
With the long sword in hand, Su Yunyun's temperament changed, from a frail and graceful woman to a snowy mountain filled with cold air and covered with snow.
His temperament is like a mountain, calm and vast, exuding heavy majesty and pressure.
Li Muchan's senses were sharp, and the eight wives' sword skills were mysterious and the pressure was huge, but they were far inferior to Su Yunyun. At this moment, Su Yunyun became extremely terrifying.
The hairs all over his body suddenly stood up and stood on end. Warning signs surged in his heart like a tidal wave, and he had the urge to run away.
He trusted his intuition, made a prompt decision, and used the Lantern Technique. His inner energy burned fiercely, and his whole body felt like he was floating.
He suddenly raised his head and roared angrily.
The roar was like thunder, and there was a boom in everyone's ears. Their eyes were shaking, and their movements could not help but stagnate as their energy and blood surged.
Red Shadow let out a long hiss like a dragon's roar, turned into a red light and shot out. It had been waiting for this moment, and his hissing was filled with joy.
Li Muchan's internal energy is poured into its body, and the whistling does not affect it.
"Ding, ding, ding, ding..." In the clear echo, Li Muchan slashed dozens of times on his horse in one breath. The light of the sword turned into a cold light that filled the sky, and he rushed out with him wrapped in his arms.
The eight wives had strong internal strength and exquisite sword moves, but they did not expect that with Li Muchan's move, a whistling sound suddenly hit her body, and her blood and energy stagnated for a moment. In just a moment, Li Muchan's sword came.
When the Yue Duan Dao fell, their new strength had not yet been generated, and their old strength had just left, and it was difficult to stop it. The cold light from the sky quickly disappeared, and they were unable to stop Li Muchan.
Li Muchan lay on Chi Ying's back, and one man and one horse rushed towards Su Yunyun who was standing quietly with a sword.
There was only one way back to Dayan, so he could only rush over. Li Muchan's mighty internal energy was burning brightly, and his jade-colored monk's robes were fluttering. It was like standing on the top of a mountain, and the air around him seemed to be distorted.
Su Yunyun's sword must be no small matter. He has never had such a strong sense of foreboding. He is definitely no match for him. It's a pity that he didn't have time to transport the Ming Dynasty King's Sutra.
The best way is to temporarily avoid the edge and find an opportunity to use the Ming Dynasty King's Scripture. Unfortunately, she moved her sword style and could not retreat, so she could only move forward.
The tip of Su Yunyun's sword pointed at Li Muchan in the distance, his eyes were as calm as the sea, and the aura around him became more and more solid, like substance, and the two middle-aged women were pushed aside.
If he closed his eyes, Li Muchan would think that there was a snow peak standing in front of him.
Li Muchan secretly regretted trusting him. He didn't expect that Su Yunyun was hiding so deeply. When he first restrained her, although he felt that her mind was strange and her internal strength was profound, she was no better than him and had the upper hand.
"Zheng..." There was a clear roar like a dragon's roar, and Li Muchan felt his eyes light up. The snowy sky filled his field of vision, and there was nothing else.
He frowned and swung his sword, and the sword light filled the sky to greet him.
"Ding ding ding ding..." In the countless sounds of gold and iron, the red shadow passed through the snow light, shot into the canyon, and disappeared in the blink of an eye.
The sword light disappeared, and Su Yunyun staggered back two steps, leaning on the ground with his sword, and covering his right shoulder with his hand.
A gust of wind blew, and the white gauze on Su Yunyun's face tore into pieces and drifted away with the wind, revealing a pale and beautiful face.
She stared at the canyon and watched Li Muchan and Chi Ying leave.
"Miss, do you want to chase me?" The round-faced woman hurriedly stepped forward to help her.
Su Yunyun pushed her hand away and shook his head: "He will die soon, there is no need to chase him..."
Her voice was hoarse and unusual. The round-faced woman looked at her worriedly: "Miss, you...?"
"It doesn't matter." Su Yunyun shook his head, tapped his right shoulder with his left hand several times, then took a deep breath, stood up slowly, and sheathed the sword with difficulty.
The white shirt on her right shoulder is a ball of red, bright and eye-catching.
The round-faced woman kept her arms open, ready to guard against Su Yunyun falling down at any time.
Su Yunyun stared at the canyon without saying a word.
The round-faced woman shook her head and sighed: "Miss, he was so old and had such martial arts skills, so it is a pity to kill him like this..."
The other woman nodded: "Yes, if you can rely on us, it will be a big help."
Eight old women came slowly and stood behind Su Yunyun. Their faces were covered with frost. They were surrounded by eight people but were rushed out. Their faces were shameless.