He raised his little finger, which was covered by his big sleeve so that no one else could see it.
The finger force produced by the little finger is extremely soft and silent, just like a breeze blowing by. Others will not notice that it is finger force, so it is best used for plotting.
Although this move is wonderful, it is not invincible.
Most of the top masters have come through countless bloody battles and have developed inexplicable intuition. When danger comes, the hairs on the hair will stand up, the whole body will become tense, and the blood around the body will surge.
The finger force exerted by the little finger is enough to avoid an extremely skilled person.
If he used this finger power to plot against Head Nie, he would be unlikely to succeed, but it would be easy to plot against Nie Xuefeng.
This finger power was silent, colorless and invisible. It was not a plot against him. Head Nie could not sense the danger, so he could not detect it.
Nie Xuefeng was desperately activating his mental skills to fight against the sword light coming from all directions. He was secretly complaining. He didn't expect Wang Xiaoyao to be so crazy.
Wang Xiaoyao is indeed crazy now. He attacks with every move without any defense. He looks like he is going to be destroyed.
Feixian's swordsmanship was exquisite. He could see the flaw and attack, but the opponent didn't care. He just attacked and exchanged his life for his life. His moves were wonderful and Wang Xiaoyao's sword was fast. The two of them would definitely perish together.
Nie Xuefeng secretly cursed the madman and complained at the same time. Even if Feixian's swordsmanship is exquisite, he can only deal with such a madman with his tricks.
Nie Xuefeng didn't live long enough, and he didn't want to die together with Wang Xiaoyao, so he could only try to deal with it at the drop of a hat.
Suddenly, an internal force was injected into his body, causing his Qi to become chaotic, and his moves slowed down a bit. With just this move, he was hit by two swords in his body.
Wang Xiaoyao stepped back and returned the sword to its sheath: "I accept the concession!"
"Bang!" There was a muffled sound, the sword fell off, and Nie Xuefeng lowered his hands.
Blood gushed out from both shoulders at the same time, gurgling like a spring, dripping along his arms onto the lavender carpet, soaking a large area of the carpet.
"Junior brother!" Nie Yinxia hurriedly stepped forward, quickly clicked a few fingers, took out a porcelain bottle from his arms, sprinkled some powder on it, and quickly stopped the bleeding.
Nie Xuefeng lowered his head and his face turned red, like a cooked crab.
Head Nie looked at him with a gloomy face and bright eyes, then turned to Wang Xiaoyao.
Wang Xiaoyao cupped his fists and said: "Headmaster Nie will never break his promise, I will win!"
"What a young talent!" Head Nie smiled slightly and nodded slowly: "I will never break my promise, Miss He can go with you!"
"Thank you, Master Nie!" Wang Xiaoyao clasped his fists and breathed a sigh of relief.
He arrived in front of He Fengxia in a few steps and shouted excitedly: "Fengxia!"
He Fengxia's face turned red and she whispered: "Brother, are you not injured?"
"No!" Wang Xiaoyao hurriedly shook his head and stared at her: "Fengxia, you can go back with me, okay?"
He Fengxia blushed and lowered her head.
"Fengxia?!" Wang Xiaoyao's heart tightened.
He Fengxia nodded lightly: "Yes."
Wang Xiaoyao suddenly beamed with joy, started to fuck, and couldn't help but want to laugh out loud.
"Young Pavilion Master, you have done a good job!" Elder He came over, snorted coldly, shook his head and looked at He Fengxia: "Xia'er, you..., beauty is such a curse!"
"Dad..." He Fengxia lowered her head.
Wang Xiaoyao said: "Uncle He, I won. If master punishes me, I will bear it fully and I will not let Fengxia be wronged!"
"You, you, you have caused a big disaster!" Elder He shook his head and sighed, turned around and clasped his fists: "Head Nie, I am incompetent, I am ashamed!"
Head Nie waved his hand: "That's all, it's because our two families don't have the same fate as one family. It's useless to force it. Let's make it happen for both of them!"
"Thank you so much, Master Nie!" Elder He smiled bitterly.
Head Nie turned to look at Li Muchan and sneered: "Master Zhanran has great skills, I admire him!"
Li Muchan raised his eyebrows and said with a smile: "Why did Master Nie say this? Do you blame me for blocking the plot against Wang Shaoxia?"
"Plot? If it weren't for you, how could Feng'er be defeated!?" Head Nie shook his head and sighed.
Li Muchan shook his head and said with a smile: "Master Nie, it is not the behavior of a leader to express his anger to others... Instead of Master Nie having to lower his face to frame others and make random excuses, it would be better for Master Nie to go back and practice his swordsmanship, right?
no?!"
"So, Master Zhanran's swordsmanship is outstanding?" Head Nie stroked his beard and smiled.
Li Muchan smiled and said: "Master Nie wants to give some advice to the juniors?"
Saying "Junior" is tantamount to mocking Head Nie for bullying the young.
Head Nie shook his head: "Why do I need to take action personally? Yin Xia, you can compete with Master Zhanran to see what the master's abilities are."
"Yes, Master." Nie Yinxia said respectfully, clasping his fists.
He turned around, cupped his fists and said in a deep voice: "Master Zhanran, I'm here to teach you some great tricks!"
Li Muchan smiled and said: "I want to find out first. Head Nie has agreed not to pursue Wang Shaoxia's case any more. Could he just hunt him down afterwards?"
Head Nie smiled: "Master Zhanran, why should you judge a gentleman with a villain's heart? I promise not to pursue it anymore, and I will never pursue it again!"
Li Muchan smiled and said: "Then I can rest assured. Although Wang Shaoxia's martial arts is strong, if Head Nie sends a bunch of masters to chase him, he will not be able to escape the poisonous hands. It would be a pity to die for such a passionate person!"
Head Nie smiled and said, "I don't even bother to do such a despicable thing!"
Li Muchan smiled and said: "That's good, Nie Shaoxia, please stop!"
He stood up, twirled the Buddhist beads with his left hand, walked slowly in front of Nie Yinxia, and stopped a few feet away: "I wonder if Nie Shaoxia is comparing his sword skills or palm skills?"
"Swordsmanship!" Nie Yinxia said.
Li Muchan smiled and said: "I am wielding two swords, don't blame me for bullying the few with more!"
"Please advise." Nie Yinxia bent down and picked up the long sword on the carpet. He shook it gently, and there was a soft "buzz" sound, and the sword trembled as if it was alive.
An expert will know if it is there as soon as he makes a move, and with just one flick, he will know that he has a lot of skill with the sword.
Li Muchan turned around and said, "Senior sister, please lend me your sword."
Wen Yinyue gave him a white look, put her right hand on the scabbard, and the Fengming sword made a soft sound, trembling like water, and she threw it to Li Muchan.
Li Muchan took it with his left hand, unsheathed the sword with his right hand, and let out a dragon roar. The sword body was as bright as water, and the two swords reflected each other.
Everyone's eyes shone brightly, these two swords were rare swords!
The long sword in Nie Yinxia's hand is also a sword. It is bright and cold, and seems to be made of ice.
"Please——!" Li Muchan crossed his swords and said in a deep voice.
Nie Yinxia's sword shook, and after a buzzing sound, there was a muffled "bang" sound, and the whole person disappeared from the place and appeared in front of Li Muchan in an instant.
The long sword turned into a bit of cold light and stabbed Li Muchan's chest.
Li Muchan retreated suddenly, as if his feet were equipped with a machine. He stepped back a foot flatly, barely able to avoid the sword. The cold air on the tip of the sword was like substance.
Everyone was shocked. They didn't expect that Nie Yinxia was so fast. If it were him, he would never be able to dodge this sword. The Double Sword Monk is indeed well-deserved!
"Bang!" There was another muffled sound, and Nie Yinxia disappeared again, and appeared in front of Li Muchan again, with the tip of his sword almost piercing Li Muchan's chest.
Li Muchan gave a long laugh, and suddenly swung his swords to shed a clear light, the sword light was as clear as water.
"Ding..." Nie Yinxia froze and staggered back, a look of shock on his face.
Li Muchan sheathed his sword and stood up, smiling and saying: "What a ruthless sword technique, one hit is sure to hit. It is purely a killing sword. Nie Shaoxia, do you know the name of this sword technique?"
"Seven Killing Swords!" Nie Yinxia said in a deep voice.
Li Muchan nodded: "When you hear this name, you feel murderous. What a Seven Kill Sword. Come again!"
Nie Yinxia shook his head: "No need, I am no match for you."
He turned around and said: "Master, I have fulfilled my duty."
Head Nie's face was as dark as water, and he nodded lightly: "I can't blame you, so just step back."
Nie Yinxia was his trump card, but now he was forced to reveal it, but it failed to achieve any miraculous results. He was extremely angry because he didn't expect Zhanran to be so difficult to deal with.
He could see that Nie Yinxia was defeated not by his swordsmanship, but by his skill. When the swords met, Nie Yinxia almost lost his sword. It was really far behind.
He turned around and looked around. The eyes of the people around him were sparkling and excited. They were gloating about his misfortune.
"Master, I'm gesticulating with Master Zhanran." A middle-aged man stood up in the distance, wearing a moon-white gown, and his body was spotless.
His eyebrows are dark, but his hair is gray. He looks a bit strange, as if he is old and yet young, but he has a clean and refreshing aura.
"Junior Brother Feng..." Head Nie frowned and remained silent.
The middle-aged man had already stepped over and stood in front of Li Muchan: "Master Zhanran is really good at martial arts. No wonder he can defeat Master Xinjue."
Li Muchan smiled: "Senior, you are wrong. Master Xinjue and I haven't decided the winner yet. We will try again in a while."
"Haha, that's it." The middle-aged man nodded.
Li Muchan raised his brows and shook his head secretly. How could the Changbai Sword Sect be such a person, with sharp words and hidden dangers everywhere? It might be related to Head Nie.
When he met with Head Nie before, they had a lot of tactful exchanges and exchanges of words. He was not disgusted at first, but found it interesting.
But this time the assassination plot went too far, deliberately causing the Canghai Sword Sect to provoke public anger, and using clumsy methods. Especially when Nie Xuefeng plotted against Li Yujiao, he felt disgusted.
These few words from the middle-aged man were used to sow discord in an understatement and were extremely destructive.
Head Nie said in a deep voice: "Junior brother Feng, be careful."
The middle-aged man nodded and said with a smile: "Okay, I will also learn Master Zhanran's sword skills."
The Canghai Sword Sect obtained a dragon slayer, and I heard that Zhan Ran had already mastered it. When Li Muchan competed with Monk Xinjue, they used fist and kick skills. People were very afraid, so naturally they did not dare to choose fist or kick.
"Please—!" Li Muchan smiled slightly and crossed his swords in front of him.
"Ugh..." He held the sword fiercely with both hands, his eyes were angry, like the angry eyes of a diamond, and a sword light struck down like a bolt of lightning.
Li Muchan swung his sword into a clear light, and with a crisp sound of "ding...", the middle-aged man let go of his long sword, and he flew out, landing heavily ten feet away.
Li Muchan shook his head and pointed his swords at Li Muchan: "Master Nie, why don't you teach me personally!"