Li Muchan smiled and said: "I was first a disciple of the Mei Mansion, and later became a disciple of the Canghai Sword Sect."
"That's it." Monk Xinjue nodded, and then said in a deep voice: "Even if you are a disciple of the Canghai Sword Sect, if you kill my senior brother, you still have to die!"
Li Muchan laughed and shook his head: "Your Landuo Temple is really overbearing. If I don't kill your senior brother, I will be killed by him. I am forced to have no choice but to defend myself... He is a traitor, and your Landuo Temple must also protect it.
It really deserves to be the largest sect in the world, I admire you! I admire you!"
There was sarcasm in his words.
Monk Xinjue shook his head: "Senior brother, you are good at martial arts. You are no match for your uprightness. It was a conspiracy. Naturally, I want to seek justice."
Li Muchan sneered: "Justice?!... Your senior brother has killed so many innocent people, who will seek justice for them? Your Landa Temple allows traitors to kill innocent people indiscriminately, who will seek justice for them?!"
Monk Xinjue frowned and said in a deep voice: "Our temple has been chasing our senior brother, but he was cunning and hid too deep to find out."
"Is this what your Landa Temple is capable of?" Li Muchan sneered.
Monk Xinjue frowned and said: "The world is so big, even if there are many people in our Landa Temple, it is impossible to search every place."
"I killed your senior brother to do justice for heaven. Instead of being grateful, your Landuo Temple wanted to seek justice for him. It's really ridiculous!" Li Muchan said coldly.
Xinjue said in a deep voice: "Are you really the brother who killed to do justice for heaven?!"
Li Muchan shook his head: "I was just defending myself. You know he is from Landa Temple. How can I, an unknown kid from the world, dare to kill him!"
Li Yujiao said angrily: "You deserve to be killed!"
Li Muchan turned around and showed a smile: "Junior sister Li, this is a matter between me and Landuo Temple. Don't get involved, lest it affect the Holy Snow Peak."
Li Yujiao said: "Senior Brother Zhanran, you have underestimated me, Holy Snow Peak. No one can stand idle when they see something like this!"
Li Muchan shook his head. Although Junior Sister Li was strong in martial arts, she had little experience in the world and did not understand the dangers of the world and how difficult the martial arts world was.
He looked up to the sky and let out a roar, which rumbled out.
Monk Xinjue lowered his eyes slightly and looked at him indifferently, ignoring him. As long as Li Muchan didn't move, he wouldn't move.
After the whistle, two small black dots floated from a distance, very fast, like projectiles jumping on the snow. After a while, they came closer, but they were the two middle-aged women.
"Miss——!" The two women were a little angry and stared at Li Yujiao.
Li Muchan said: "Two seniors, keep an eye on Junior Sister Li. This is Master Xinjue and a disciple of Landa Temple. It is best for Sheng Xuefeng to stay out of the grudge between me and him."
The two middle-aged women were startled, nodded quickly, and stood next to Li Yujiao, holding her between them.
Li Yujiao stamped her feet and said angrily: "Senior Brother Zhanran——!"
Li Muchan shook his head and said: "This is a personal grudge. I want to resolve it alone. Junior sister, please don't get involved, and you can help me."
Li Yujiao said angrily: "Senior Brother Zhanran!"
Li Muchan smiled and said: "Besides, I may not be the opponent of Master Xinjue."
He turned around and said: "Master Xinjue, let's make some gestures today. I want to learn the unique skills of Landa Temple!"
Monk Xinjue nodded: "Okay."
The two of them were at the top of a mountain, surrounded by snow.
Li Muchan slowly stepped forward. There was only a foot away between the two of them, and he felt that the monk had joined in the ceremony: "Little Master Zhanran, please stop!"
Li Muchan stretched out his hand and said with a smile: "Master Xinjue, please go first!"
His palms became as white as jade, and his dragon-slaying hand was where his confidence lay. Even if he felt that the monk had a powerful demon-suppressing fist, he was not afraid.
"Okay!" Monk Xinjue nodded and patted down with a flat palm.
Li Muchan met him with a flat palm, and the two palms met. There was a muffled "bang" sound, and they both took a step back, their bodies steady.
"Okay, little master Zhanran is really good at martial arts, and the Canghai Sword School is really good!" Monk Xinjue nodded and said slowly: "Little monk, don't hold back anymore, be careful!"
Li Muchan smiled slightly: "Please——!"
Monk Xinjue slowly raised his right fist from his chest to the top of his head, then slowly lowered it and struck the center of his left palm. The fists and palms met and then separated, and his fist seemed to have grown in size.
Li Muchan looked solemn and stared at his right fist. He had learned the powerful demon-subduing fist once, and it was so powerful. This time he learned it again, and he was excited.
"Take the fist!" Monk Xinjue shouted, and his fist came out. As fast as a meteor hammer, he was in front of Li Muchan in an instant, giving him no chance to react.
Li Muchan's right palm twirled, not forcefully connecting, but wrapping around his wrist like a snake, pulling back, and there was a muffled "bang" sound, like a rope being broken.
Xin felt that the monk was not moving, and his feet sank three inches deeper than his ankles.
Li Muchan's feet also sank an inch, and neither of them moved, seemingly evenly matched.
"Good Kung Fu!" Monk Xinjue shouted, and punched out again. In an instant, it hit Li Muchan's chest. Li Muchan acted according to the force and used the silk-wrapped hand to pull again.
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This time, Monk Xinjue followed the trend and bumped his fist forward, reaching Li Muchan's chest.
With a muffled "bang" sound, Li Muchan took a step back, spun his feet, and stood firmly.
At some point, his left hand was raised on his chest, just in time to block the punch. It seemed like he was losing strength, but his strength was gone.
Li Yujiao suddenly became anxious and wanted to step forward, but was caught by two middle-aged women.
"Miss, Li Shaoxia is not at a disadvantage, please be patient!"
Li Yujiao said anxiously: "Don't stop me!"
"Miss, Li Shaoxia has already said that he doesn't want you to interfere with this matter, as he will be unhappy." A middle-aged woman said warmly.
Li Yujiao bit her lower lip, stamped her feet angrily, and finally stopped.
Li Muchan and Monk Xinjue were going back and forth, and they had already exchanged more than a dozen moves, and they were evenly matched. He never tried hard, but used tactics to constantly neutralize the power of the powerful demon-subduing fist.
The monk Xinjue seemed to have endless inner strength, each punch was as heavy as the previous one, and each punch was one point heavier than the previous punch, as if the strength was superimposed.
Li Muchan wanted to understand the secret of the powerful demon-subduing fist, and had been resisting the desire to fight hard, using the art of fighting, using skill to cope with clumsiness, and to cope with stress.
After waving for a dozen times, he felt that the monk's fist was really heavy. Li Muchan stopped fighting and suddenly changed his stance and slapped his fist with his palm.
This time he took the initiative to attack. Monk Xinjue's eyes lit up and his fists trembled.
Li Muchan only felt that two powerful forces surged in one after another, superimposing like ocean waves. Before one wave passed, the other arrived, and it was extremely powerful.
Fortunately, Li Muchan has practiced the dragon slaying hand. Without the dragon slaying hand, he would have suffered a big loss this time.
"Bang" the two of them separated. Li Muchan took a few steps back. Monk Xinjue also took a few steps back and stared at Li Muchan in surprise, with a puzzled look on his face.
He didn't expect that he would encounter such a strong rebound, and it was the strength of his own powerful demon-subduing fist, which was really weird!
"Come again!" He was full of pride and rushed forward again.
Li Muchan gave a long laugh, his palms were like jade, and he performed the Eight Dragon Slaying Moves.
"Bang!" There was a muffled sound, and Monk Xinjue flew out. The Eight Dragon Slaying Movements seemed simple, but they were profound, and they hit Monk Xinjue.
He rolled a few times in the snow and stood up, with some blood stains on the corners of his mouth.
The force of the Eight Dragon Slaying Postures is strange. It is a spiral force. Once it enters the body, it burrows in like a drill. Even with the body-protecting Qi, it cannot resist it.
Li Muchan was also surprised. He didn't expect that Monk Xinjue also practiced Hengshen Kung Fu. Although it was not as good as his own Vajra Indestructible Magic Kung Fu, it was still extraordinary.
If it were the eight dragon-slaying postures, this palm would not hurt him at all.
Monk Xinjue wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, and with a slight shock, the snow on his body was blown away.
Li Yujiao clapped her hands hard twice, her palms turned red, and she felt relieved. Senior Brother Zhanran finally gained the upper hand!
Li Muchan smiled and said: "What an amazing horizontal kung fu!"
Monk Xinjue said in a deep voice: "What a powerful palm technique. What kind of martial arts is this?"
"Dragon Slayer." Li Muchan said.
Monk Xinjue frowned: "Have you mastered the Dragon Slayer?!"
Li Muchan nodded and said with a smile: "It's just scratching the surface, it doesn't count as a complete practice."
"Okay, I want to see the power of the dragon slayer before I come again!" Monk Xinjue shouted in a deep voice, suddenly raising his right hand and tapping it lightly.
"Hi——!" came a sharp roar.
Li Muchan's figure suddenly turned sideways, and a small hole appeared behind him.
"Vajra finger power!" Two middle-aged women exclaimed.
The monk Xinjue nodded again, but Li Muchan did not move this time. With a flick of his sleeve, the ruthless sleeve unfolded, and the two forces met in the air.
There was a crisp sound of "pop", and the snow rolled up, as if blown away by the strong wind.
"What kind of martial arts is this?" Monk Xinjue asked, pointing out again and making a hissing sound.
Li Muchan said calmly: "Qingxiu."
The original Wu Qing Sleeve Kung Fu failed to withstand the power of the Vajra Finger, which is said to be indestructible and indestructible. Although the Qing Wu Sleeve is strong, it cannot withstand the incomparably strong finger power.
This time, he used the Dragon Slaying Palm Technique to control the Heartless Sleeves. The internal force was strange, both solid and spinning. When the Vajra finger force came into contact, it was like a chainsaw, and it was immediately cut into several pieces, losing all its power.
Seeing this, Monk Xinjue frowned, and used his right hand to point out another Vajra Finger. He raised his left hand, his parallel palm like a knife, and slowly slashed down with the knife.
Li Muchan hurriedly flicked his hand again.
"Woo..." A scream sounded, and a crack appeared on the ground, spreading from the feet of Monk Xinjue to Li Muchan.
With a muffled "bang" sound, Li Muchan's left sleeve exploded into pieces of cloth and was blown away by the invisible strong wind.
Li Muchan was surprised: "What kind of martial arts is this?"
"Dharma Sword!" Monk Xinjue said in a deep voice.
"Good job, come again!" Li Muchan said with a smile.
Monk Xinjue's palms formed parallel swords, and he slashed with both hands. Two invisible sword energy surged towards him.
Li Muchan pressed the thumb of his left hand, and there was a whistle, and then there was a muffled sound of "bang", and the snowflakes on the ground exploded, and the sky was filled with snowflakes, one after another, as if it was snowing again.
***: The third update is completed. I have been struggling for my life these past few days. I am sorry that I have been ***ing only one chapter.