There are four iron ropes, two at the top and two at the bottom, just one for each limb. If you don't have good light skills, you can't pass, and if you don't have the courage, you can't pass. There is a dark and deep stream below the iron ropes. If you fall, you will die or not.
He skimmed over the iron rope like a dragonfly, and rushed towards the platform on the opposite mountain peak. From behind, there were waves of angry shouts, the sound of swords, and the sound of banging and muffled sounds.
Yang Zhong was shocked by the strength of Li Muchan's martial arts. He could not have withstood the blows like a violent storm. The thin old man was also a powerful character. He only suffered a little injury and did not die directly.
He cheered up and swung his sword upside down like a waterfall. A clear light poured down, suppressing the thin old man and preventing him from breathing.
The thin old man was not good at fighting. Although his shoulder was injured, the sword light was still sharp, like a poisonous snake biting a person. Yang Zhong had to cheer up and be careful, and the two of them fought together.
The iron cable was about two hundred meters long. When Li Muchan was walking halfway, a tall and burly old man suddenly emerged from the platform. He had silver hair, a beard, a face like a baby, and bright eyes.
At a glance, Li Muchan realized that this man was somewhat similar to Nie Wangqiu.
"Hey, you little thief, you dare to break into my Wufeng Mountain!" The old man sneered, slowly drew his sword, stepped on the iron rope with his toes, and stood directly on the two iron ropes above.
His figure slid forward quickly, as if there were gears on the soles of his feet, and in an instant he was in front of Li Muchan, and a cold light filled the sky enveloped Li Muchan.
Li Muchan put his feet firmly on his feet and held a sword in each hand. The sword light shone down like stars, and he fought with the old man. "Ding, ding, ding, ding..." The sound of the swords was extremely rapid, more intensive than rain hitting banana trees.
Li Muchan's swords formed two dragons, protecting his whole body as he moved forward like a bulldozer. Even though the sword light was dense, the old man could not break through Li Muchan's defense.
One step forward and one step back, Li Muchan's feet were like suckers, walking steadily forward. The iron rope trembled and kept shaking, but both of them stood firmly.
Li Muchan observed his surroundings as he walked, feeling anxious. If it were a little later, the masters from the other three peaks would come to support him, and there would be no further delay.
He hummed deeply, and the sword light suddenly surged, pouring out like an explosion.
The old man felt the cold light rising sharply, and countless sword lights piercing him. He couldn't help but retreat, and he quickly retreated two feet. When he was about to counterattack, another cold light hit him.
He had no choice but to continue to retreat, and retreat again and again. Li Muchan's offensive was like a furious wave, one wave after another, each wave getting stronger and stronger, constantly forcing the old man to retreat.
Soon the two of them passed the iron rope and reached the platform.
"What a powerful bald donkey, take my sword!" The old man shouted suddenly. Regardless of the power of Li Muchan's sword, the sword light surrounding him suddenly condensed into a sword and struck straight at him.
Li Muchan withdrew his left sword and held it against his chest, but kept swinging his right sword.
"Ding..." With a crisp sound, the Phoenix Sword bounced away and hit his chest, while the Dragon Sword stabbed the old man's shoulder. The two of them took a step back at the same time.
Li Muchan couldn't care less about the pain in his chest. The sword he just struck happened to be on the tip of the opponent's sword. Otherwise, if the sword penetrated his chest, even if he had the indestructible power of the Vajra to protect his body, he would still be injured.
The old man was hit by a sword on his right shoulder. He struck out with his left hand and stabbed with the sword. Like a flash of lightning, he was in front of Li Muchan in an instant, leaving no room for him to dodge.
Li Muchan struck out with his palm, and the "ding" was like gold and iron intersecting. Li Muchan's palm hit the tip of the sword, but it was unharmed, with only a faint white mark on his palm.
He was stunned for a moment, and so was the other person, but he reacted very quickly and pressed on the old man's chest, knocking him away.
Li Muchan secretly sighed, he did not expect that the Dragon Slaying Hand would become so terrifying under the Ming King Sutra. The Vajra Indestructible Magic, the Ming King Sutra, and the Dragon Slaying Hand itself, the three of them overlapped, making the Dragon Slaying Hand invulnerable.
The old man hit the stone wall behind him heavily and slid down slowly. Blood gurgled from the corner of his mouth. It was obvious that he was no longer alive. When the dragon-slaying hand pressed him, the inner energy penetrated directly into his heart and cut off his vitality.
Li Muchan came to the stone wall and stretched out his hand to touch it. Suddenly there was a "rumbling" sound and a hole appeared in the stone wall, about the height of a person.
Two long roars suddenly sounded, and Li Muchan turned his head to look. Two old men in white came flying on the iron rope. Li Muchan didn't care about anything else and got in directly.
There was darkness in front of his eyes. Li Muchan closed his eyes and walked forward along the undulating passage. Although it was dark, the ventilation was good.
Li Muchan had only one idea - to kill Nie Wangqiu, but he ignored the pursuers and wanted to kill Nie Wangqiu.
Under the Eye of the Void, he saw Nie Wangqiu, sitting cross-legged on a stone. In front of him was a smooth stone wall with portraits and words carved on it.
Li Muchan looked at it carefully and saw that the portrait was of a person wielding a sword and assuming various sword postures. There were a total of eighteen pictures, with a few formulas next to them.
Li Muchan multitasked, imprinting these into his mind, and then slowly admiring them. These portraits and words were all carved with someone's finger power. They were so strong and desolate that the writer must be an old man.
The two old men behind him stopped and stood at the entrance of the cave, hesitating and stamping their feet but not daring to step in. Li Muchan immediately understood that the Changbai Sword Sect had rules and no one except the leader was allowed to step in.
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He relaxed immediately and smiled to himself that God had helped him.
He speeded up his body, floated to the stone room where Nie Wangqiu was, like a ghost, and pounced directly on him.
Nie Wangqiu turned around and looked around. Seeing it was him, he seemed surprised and sneered: "What a good boy, you are very capable, you can break in here!"
He swayed, stood up quickly, avoided Li Muchan's right palm, and let out a sword light, turned around and walked away, wanting to leave.
Li Muchan swayed and stood in front of him, swung his sword with his right hand and cast a clear light over him.
"Ding ding ding ding..." The two swords crossed each other.
Nie Wangqiu kept backing away, with a look of shock on his face. After not seeing him for a few days, Li Muchan looked like a different person, with his skill increased several times, and he was actually stronger than himself.
He roared angrily, and the sword's light increased sharply, like a ball growing in size, and the power on the sword doubled.
Li Muchan knew that he had used a secret technique to overdraw the potential. This secret technique was faster than the Ming Dynasty King's Sutra, and it was completed in the blink of an eye.
He was annoyed and snorted, and the scene outside flashed through his mind. Four old men had gathered at the entrance of the cave, stamping their feet anxiously, but they did not dare to come in.
"Ding ding ding..." A series of clear chirps sounded again. At this time, Nie Wangqiu's skill doubled, and he was on par with Li Muchan.
Li Muchan secretly thought about what kind of secret method this was. It seemed that each of the seven sects could not be underestimated. He was anxious and could only come up with strange plans.
So he used the trick of "destroying both the enemy and the stone", ignoring the opponent's sword and just attacking with all his strength.
Dozens of swords passed by, and he suddenly flicked his left hand.
"Chi" whistled softly, and the sword light suddenly disappeared. Nie Wangqiu froze, staring blankly at Li Muchan, then lowered his head to look at the blood hole in his chest, with an expression of disbelief on his face.
Li Muchan's Huanglong Flying Knife was faster than lightning at such a distance, and it was inevitable to avoid it.
He gently moved the sword, stabbed it through the original wound, covering up the traces of the flying knife, then drew the sword, shook it, and returned it to its sheath.
With a flick of his sleeve, the flying knife penetrated into his sleeve from the stone wall.
He turned his head and glanced at the stone wall, smiled slightly, suddenly flew up, smoothed it with his palms, and the stone powder fell down, and the dragon-slaying hand smoothed the stone wall in a blink of an eye, making it as smooth as a mirror.
"Behead Nie Wangqiu here!" He passed his index finger through the air, his sword energy chirping, and wrote six characters, then turned around and left.
His eyes in the void have seen it. Only this stone wall is a treasure, and there is nothing else.
He turned around and left the stone room, rushing towards the exit. Uncle Hua and the others were already entangled outside, and he could only rely on himself to break out.
His body was like electricity, he kept accelerating, getting faster and faster, and rushed straight out, shooting out of the hole like a cannonball and hitting the iron rope.
"That's the good thief!" an old man roared and clapped his hands.
Li Muchan trembled, and sprayed out a blood arrow, but the speed was even faster. He transferred the mighty palm force to his feet, accelerated the speed, and shot to the opposite side like an arrow, with only one click on the iron rope.
The four old men were chasing after them, and from time to time they clapped their hands in the air or threw out their long swords. Li Muchan took advantage of them one by one and sprayed out four bloody arrows in the blink of an eye.
He is very good at converting power, converting almost all the palm force he receives into power, and the damage is sprayed out through the blood arrows, and his body is not injured.
He kept accelerating and passed the iron rope in a blink of an eye. He shouted: "Master, let's go——!"
As he passed by the small courtyard, he saw Yang Zhong rushing out, followed by the thin old man, his sword shining like snow, sharp and cold, chasing Yang Zhong.
Li Muchan moved his index finger in the air, and the Canghai Divine Sword burst out from his finger. It was as dense as a substance. The old man could only stop and wave his sword to resist the Canghai Divine Sword.
The others came out one after another, followed by their tails.
Li Muchan raised his voice and said: "Master, Master, uncle, everyone, leave quickly, I will break up the rear!"
Master Zhuzhao saw Li Muchan waving his ten fingers and blocking the five old men with his sword energy, and hurriedly said: "Listen to Zhanran, let's go!"
They ran down the mountain. At this time, four old men also passed through the small courtyard and chased after them. The number of them changed from five to nine.
Li Muchan had been behind everyone, using his hands to wield the Canghai Divine Sword, and swung it at the nine old men from a distance. The sword energy crisscrossed and formed a dense sword network.
Although Master Zhuzhao and the others were good at light skills, the nine old men behind them were not bad either. They kept chasing after them and refused to give up. If Li Muchan's sword energy hadn't blocked them, they would have surrounded them long ago.
In this way, he ran away and chased him for more than ten miles from the foot of Changbai Sword Peak.
Li Muchan kept using the Canghai Divine Sword, which made the nine people unable to lift their heads and unable to get close. Under the Ming Dynasty King Sutra, the Canghai Divine Sword was even more powerful.
"Everyone, you can't see through a simple trick to lure a tiger away from the mountain, haha..." Li Muchan suddenly laughed and shook his head.
The nine old men behind him were startled, looked at each other, then gritted their teeth and still pursued him, determined to kill Li Muchan.
They realized that using the Canghai Divine Sword consumes a lot of internal energy. Li Muchan is young, and even if his internal energy is deep, how far can he go?