Wen Yinyue stood on the treetops, looking down at the valley, listening intently, but did not notice anything strange. She was thinking, when would she have taken action if she had been in her place?
Was it by the hand of that person who fell asleep, or was it when he was in the deepest sleep before dawn?
While he was thinking, his eyes suddenly flashed, and Li Muchan appeared, holding a round bundle in his left hand and a sword on his shoulder.
"Junior brother?!" Wen Yinyue was surprised and hurriedly floated to him, staring at his left shoulder: "Are you taking action?"
Li Muchan nodded, still coldly, and flicked his left hand, rolling the baggage into the dead leaves, and it was immediately covered with pine needles.
Wen Yinyue smelled a faint fishy smell and frowned: "Junior brother, you are injured!"
She didn't look at the baggage, thinking that the fishy smell was coming from Li Muchan's wound. She kept staring at his shoulder and frowned.
Li Muchan said: "Their swordsmanship is indeed excellent. If you die at their hands, Junior Brother Lu and the others are not unjust!... I guess they are chasing you now, let's go!"
"Your injury——?" Wen Yinyue frowned.
"It doesn't matter, I won't die." Li Muchan said calmly.
Wen Yinyue frowned and said: "Treat the injury first, otherwise it will be very troublesome if you do it again!"
Li Muchan shook his head: "It's too late!"
He stamped his feet, and the baggage covered with pine needles flew up. He held the baggage in his left hand and hugged Wen Yinyue's willow waist with his right hand. He reached the top of the mountain in a flash, and jumped down again.
As soon as he jumped down, three people rowed over like streams of light and appeared on the top of the mountain. Watching them fall, they immediately roared angrily and jumped down.
The three talented people were brave and felt that Li Muchan was not unimaginable. Since he dared to jump, the cliff was not too high or he had other means to rely on.
The strong wind was blowing on her face, and her clothes were like hunting. Li Muchan and Wen Yinyue were like gods. The white gauze on her face turned up, and she simply took it off, revealing a hibiscus-like face.
Li Muchan's heart was cold and silent. Although his eyes were brightened, he remained motionless. His eyes passed over her face, he raised his head and frowned.
The three of them had their arms crossed, their heads touching, and they were falling in the shape of "pin". They were extremely fast, even better than Li Muchan, and they were about to catch up in the blink of an eye.
Wen Yinyue also raised her head, saw three people rushing towards her, and snorted: "I'll do it!"
As soon as she pointed out, she was also proficient in the Canghai Divine Finger. The Miaolian Sutra was mysterious, and her finger power was extremely powerful, only inferior to Li Muchan's Canghai Divine Sword.
The three of them ignored him and hit the person with their fingers, making a crisp sound like a pebble.
Li Muchan shook his head: "Sister, hold me tight, I'll do it!"
Seeing that Wen Yinyue pointed down, the three of them didn't care at all. They sighed in their hearts, nodded, put their arms around Li Muchan's waist, and looked up.
Li Muchan pressed the thumb of his right hand, "Hi——!" Like the sound of tearing cloth, the air only rippled, like a snake walking on water.
The three people suddenly spun like gears, and their fingers collided with the short old man. There was a muffled "bang" sound, as if they were defeated. The three people paused for a moment, stopped spinning, and their falling speed slowed down.
Li Muchan pressed out with another finger, and there was another muffled "bang" sound. No matter how slow the speed of the three of them was, the rotation speed increased.
Li Muchan and Wen Yinyue fell faster, and the distance suddenly widened. Li Muchan frowned and retracted his fingers, not following the next one. He was secretly surprised by the weirdness of the three people's minds and the depth of their internal strength.
It seemed that the Canghai Divine Finger could not break through the body-protecting power of the three of them, so he did not use the Canghai Divine Sword and simply closed his fingers, seemingly giving up.
The strong wind is blowing, and the darkness below is like the open mouth of a monster.
At this time, a bright moon hung in the sky, illuminating the surrounding areas dimly.
Wen Yinyue looked up and saw that the speed of the three old men increased again and they fell like stones. They closed the distance again and were about to catch up in the blink of an eye.
She frowned, knowing that the three of them were practicing a strange mental method, which must be a combination of internal forces, so they produced a body-protecting Qi that was not afraid of finger power.
She flipped her right wrist, and a flying knife appeared, flicking it upward.
The flying knife was like lightning, breaking through the night and reaching in front of the three people. It shot towards the belly of the short old man. Just as it was about to go in, it stopped two inches away from his clothes. It stopped moving forward and fell slumped.
The flying knife fell straight down. When it passed by Wen Yinyue, she stretched out her hand and picked it up again, frowning and staring at the three of them.
Li Muchan said: "Senior sister, give me the knife!"
Wen Yinyue kept holding his waist with her left hand, and subconsciously handed the knife to Li Muchan's right hand, shaking her head and saying, "These three guys are not easy to deal with!"
The cliff was very high, and for a moment, the scenery below was still not visible, only the howling wind, which was a bit louder than before.
Li Muchan smiled faintly, and Wen Yinyue was a little absent-minded. It was the first time he had seen him smile since he cast the Ming Dynasty King's Scripture, although his smile was a bit weird and stiff.
He flashed his hand and said, "Hi!" A flash of lightning flashed, illuminating the surroundings, revealing the faint green stone walls.
Like a thunderbolt coming down from below, the sword hit the thin old man, pierced his stomach, flew straight up, and disappeared into the night sky, never to be seen again.
He lowered his head to look at his stomach, his face full of disbelief. He looked down at Li Muchan, and as soon as he loosened his grip, he immediately left the other two people and fell quickly, passing by Li Muchan and Wen Yinyue, falling straight down like a stone.
"Old - big -!" the burly old man's roar echoed throughout the valley.
"Where's the knife?" Li Muchan asked.
Wen Yinyue turned her wrist, and another flying knife appeared and handed it to Li Muchan.
Li Muchan waved his hand, and the lightning appeared again, shooting at the roaring old man. The old man laughed angrily: "Little brat, I swear I won't be a human being until I cut you into pieces!"
He swung his sword and stabbed, there was a crisp "ding" sound, and the flying knife hit him exactly. He then turned somersault in the air to remove the power of the flying knife.
He suddenly groaned and a ball of blood spattered from his chest.
While Li Muchan was throwing away the sword, he followed up with the Canghai Divine Sword, which was silent and silent. The burly old man was struggling to cope with this sword and was unable to dodge the Canghai Divine Sword.
"Lao Wu!" The short old man turned pale with fright. He kicked his foot and shot out to catch the burly old man.
"Tsk!" The lightning flashed, and the short old man swung his sword into a curtain of light, covering the front of him.
"Ding ding ding ding..." A series of crisp sounds sounded, and the short old man secretly cried out in pain. The invisible force kept hitting the sword body, and the tiger's mouth had burst.
Li Muchan is now in the Great Ming Dynasty Sutra, and has infinite strength. What has increased is his physical strength. His finger strength has been enhanced, but it is not as good as his physical strength. At this time, compared to the power, Huanglong's sword is more powerful than the Canghai Divine Sword.
Wen Yinyue moved her left hand lightly and put the flying knife on his left hand unconsciously. Li Muchan held the baggage in his left hand, and she helped him hold it.
All this was done unconsciously. The old man was too tired to deal with the Canghai Divine Sword in Li Muchan's right hand and was unable to take care of it and did not see it.
Li Muchan moved the five fingers of his right hand together, and the sword energy became stronger and stronger. The old man's arms were numb, he secretly complained, and he had the idea of escape.
Li Muchan's left hand suddenly moved, and a flash of lightning flashed.
"Oh..." As the old man grunted, the sword curtain immediately retreated, and the flying knife penetrated his body, flew straight into the sky and disappeared.
The old man fell straight down and passed by Li Muchan and Wen Yinyue in an instant. After a moment, there was a muffled sound, like a stone falling to the ground.
Li Muchan's left hand was better than his right hand. Very few people knew this secret. He glanced at Wen Yinyue and wondered if his senior sister knew it or if it was some mistake.
"What is this?" Wen Yinyue looked at the baggage in her hand.
Li Muchan took it with his left hand and said calmly: "Human head."
"Huh——?" Wen Yinyue was surprised.
Li Muchan said: "Take this head and go to the mountain to pay homage to Senior Brother Lu and the others!"
Wen Yinyue nodded, looked at Yuan Baobao, and then looked at Li Muchan. The junior brother was really cruel, and he didn't even dare to show his face when he had his head cut off. He couldn't do it.
Li Muchan said: "Senior sister, use the ruthless sleeves, it's almost time to hit the ground!"
"Okay!" Wen Yinyue nodded.
Li Muchan threw Wen Yinyue into the air, and the sinking force was immediately relieved. Not only was the sinking relieved, but there was an invisible force holding her up, like a white cloud.
Li Muchan accelerated his fall. He waved his broad monk robe and fanned a few times. His speed slowed down, like a roc spreading its wings, getting slower and slower.
Finally, the two fell into a forest. Tall trees towered into the sky, stronger and more lush than the trees on the top of the mountain.
The two of them saw three corpses, each lying in different locations. They were already a mess of flesh and blood.
Looking at the corpses of the three people, Wen Yinyue felt lingering fear in her heart. These three old men all had amazing martial arts skills. If the three of them attacked at the same time, he would definitely die, thanks to his junior brother's Great Ming King Scripture.
They had no intention of staying too long, so they plundered out of the woods and headed south along the Huangyun Mountains, intending to return to Canghai Mountain to pay homage to Senior Brother Lu and the others with their heads.
On the way, Wen Yinyue helped him pull out his sword and applied medicine to his wound.
Canghaishan's wound medicine is extremely effective. After applying it, the bleeding immediately stopped. As long as Li Muchan doesn't do anything for two days, it will heal, and after another half month of rest, it will return to normal.
It was already midnight. They used Qinggong to gallop and arrived at a small town. They climbed over the wall and entered the city. They found an inn and rented a small courtyard.
At this time, most of the people in the inn had already gone to bed. The waiter led them to the small courtyard with relaxed eyes, then yawned and left, not paying attention to Li Muchan's baggage.
As soon as the two of them entered the small courtyard, Li Muchan suddenly felt weak and staggered.
Wen Yinyue said hurriedly: "Junior brother, has King Ming passed by?"
Li Muchan smiled bitterly and nodded. His face quickly turned gray and his luster was gone. Wen Yinyue hurriedly reached out to help him and carried him to the main room.
Li Muchan smiled bitterly in his heart. Although he had used the Daming King Sutra before, this was the first time in a long time. Moreover, these five old men all had strong hands and spent a huge amount of power.
He felt extremely uncomfortable at this time, and all the strength in his body was suddenly taken away. He was weak and exhausted, as if he was about to die, and he would die if he couldn't take a breath.
"Senior sister, it seems that I can't go back to Canghai Mountain." Li Muchan lay down on the couch with Wen Yinyue's support and shook his head with a wry smile.
"Don't worry, you can recover first." Wen Yinyue took the pillow and let him lean on it, and the fragrance of her body spread to Li Muchan's nose.
Li Muchan's heart skipped a beat, and he said feebly: "This time, I won't be able to recover within a month... Senior sister, please send the head back first."