Li Muchan was hugged around the waist by Master Zhuzhao, and he was being carried forward, like an adult holding a disobedient child. However, Master Zhuzhao was slender and a head shorter than him, and she looked more like a child holding an adult.
Li Muchan ignored his appearance and concentrated on the Canghai Divine Sword. The five elders had deep inner strength and superb swordsmanship. If he relaxed even a little, he would let the tiger out of the woods.
He could see that the five elders had all used secret techniques that stretched their physical strength, and they would not be strong for long. As long as they could withstand this period of violent attacks, they would collapse without a fight.
Li Muchan suddenly closed his eyes, moved his ten fingers, and moved his sword energy vertically and horizontally, forming a sparse sword net that tightly entangled the five people.
He suddenly said: "Master, go up the mountain."
Master Zhuzhao nodded: "Okay!"
Wen Yinyue and her had the same mind at this moment, and the two of them suddenly turned around and headed towards the vast mountain to the east. This mountain was majestic and tall, as steep as a sword.
The five elders were chasing after him, their faces flushed as red as drunkenness, half due to the secret technique and the other half due to holding their breath. They wished they could scream to the sky and crush Li Muchan to pieces.
The mountain is steep and steep, and the path two people wide is spiraling up. On one side is the mountain wall, on the other side is the abyss. Master Zhuzhao and Wen Yinyue are slim, and they can barely walk with Li Muchan in their arms.
But the five people at the back couldn't do it. Even if they had extremely light skills, they couldn't line up side by side. They could only sit in front and back. The two of them stood side by side, forming three rows.
In this way, Li Muchan could only deal with two people.
Master Zhuzhao exclaimed in admiration: "You brat is so good at taking advantage of the terrain, but we can't stay on this mountain forever, right?"
Li Muchan smiled and said, "You might as well run slower."
Master Zhuzhao and Wen Yinyue slowed down. Under the pressure of the Canghai Divine Sword, the five people behind them could not get closer, so they were forced to slow down, feeling depressed and crazy.
"Ah..." An old man looked up to the sky and roared, the sound stopping the moving clouds.
Li Muchan laughed, his voice clear and bright, overwhelming.
Master Zhuzhao and Wen Yinyue pursed their lips and smiled. With such a favorable location, five top experts were restrained and their strength was reduced by half. It was really satisfying.
The two of them realized the wonder of Li Muchan's magical power, turning everything into strength and relying on it as help. They could defeat the many with less, and the weak with the strong.
Li Muchan suddenly shouted: "Master, stop! Turn around and walk back!"
Master Zhuzhao was startled, then turned around and faced Wu Lao. After hesitating for a moment, Li Muchan turned around and shrank behind the two women.
"Come up and greet me!" Li Muchan smiled.
Master Zhuzhao and Wen Yinyue hesitated for a moment, then gritted their teeth and rushed forward.
Li Muchan moved his ten commands, and dense sword energy criss-crossed, covering the two old men in front.
His sword energy is activated by the dragon-slaying hand technique, which is even better than the Canghai Divine Art. It is as solid as the substance and is no different from the Qingfeng Sword, and the power it contains is extremely powerful.
The closer you get, the stronger and more agile the sword energy becomes.
The two old men blushed and their eyes were as bright as lightning. They persisted and danced their swords into a ball of light, protecting them like a light shield in front of them.
The two women no longer hesitated and moved forward slowly, getting closer and closer to the five elders.
"Hmph!" An old man groaned as his long sword stalled, and the light shield disappeared. Then three balls of blood burst out from his shoulders and chest, and he fell backwards.
"Old Feng!" An old man behind him saw that something was not going well. He grabbed his belt and swung it back. The two of them switched places and he swung his sword into a light shield in front of him.
Li Muchan whispered: "Slower."
Master Zhuzhao and Wen Yinyue slowed down their pace, but still got closer and closer. They were only about twenty meters apart, and the hair on the faces of the five old men was clearly visible.
Master Zhuzhao suddenly said: "Zhanran, they are almost exhausted!"
Li Muchan smiled and said: "Master knows everything clearly!"
Wen Yinyue suddenly said: "Master, let's go up and let our junior brother support us!"
"What a great idea!" Master Zhuzhao's eyes lit up and he shouted: "Come on!"
The two of them suddenly accelerated, still holding their hands, and floated lightly to the two old men. The sword light turned into little bits of cold light and they rushed towards them.
The two old men sneered and waved their swords to meet him. The two old men behind them were busy rescuing people.
"Ding ding ding ding..." The four people's swords crossed each other. Master Zhuzhao and Wen Yinyue's inner strength overlapped, their skills doubled, and the power of their swords also increased greatly.
Moreover, the two of them have recently studied the Feixian Sword Sutra and gained great insights. Their swordsmanship is sharp and clever, and they are vaguely restrained in the Changbai Sword Sect's swordsmanship.
The two old men had deep internal strength and exquisite swordsmanship, but when they encountered Wen Yinyue's Feixian swordsmanship, they were immediately restrained and awkward, and the power of their exquisite swordsmanship was completely lost.
Master Zhu Zhao is so smart that he and Wen Yinyue studied sword skills together, and are also familiar with this set of Flying Immortal Sword Techniques. After watching Wen Yinyue perform it, and adding his own understanding, he created another set of Flying Immortal Sword Techniques.
law forming.
The two of them joined forces and actually suppressed the two elders. Li Muchan stopped and took time to watch. The two elders became the whetstone for Feixian's swordsmanship.
"Old Feng is dead!" The two old men stood up, eyes burning with fire, and stared at Li Muchan.
An old man said in a deep voice: "Let's take care of him!"
"Come on!" The two men jumped up suddenly and passed by the four fighting people.
"Chi chi chi chi..." The dense sword energy pressed down overwhelmingly, completely covering the four of them.
"Ding, ding, ding, ding..." The sword light formed a curtain of light that enveloped the whole body, making a sound of gold and iron. The two of them were forced to fall, and they had to step on the sword light below.
Being too close, the Canghai Divine Sword was so powerful that the two of them could not bear it.
Li Muchan suddenly stretched out his little finger, lightly and silently.
"Hmph!" The old man who was fighting Master Zhuzhao suddenly trembled, his movements stagnated, and then a cold light passed through his throat, and he fell directly to the sky.
"Old Song!" the old man next to him shouted angrily.
Master Zhuzhao and Wen Yinyue combined their swords, and their power surged, swallowing up the remaining old man in an instant. The other two old men were being forced to fall slowly. They were shocked when they saw this situation, and they quickly fell to their original positions, and one person helped them.
, the other person looked down at his companion's injury.
After a while, Master Zhuzhao and Wen Yinyue joined forces to win. The old man was hit by a sword on the shoulder and was no longer able to fight. The old man who helped him was also fighting alone.
"Old Ma, help me quickly!" he shouted, waving his sword desperately.
The old man who looked down at his companion's injuries hurriedly stood up, took a step forward, waved his sword, and joined hands with his companion. The other injured old man backed away holding his shoulder.
He was injured on his right shoulder and could barely hold the sword. His face was pale and his eyes were as bright as torches.
"Old Zhang, you take a step first and go back to report the news!" The two old men said in a deep voice while facing Master Zhuzhao and Wen Yinyue.
The injured old man shook his head: "Forget it, I can't leave even if I want to, so why don't we fight!"
The other two old men remained silent, clasped their lips and waved their swords. After a moment, they nodded heavily: "Let's fight!"
The injured old man suddenly threw his sword away, and put his palms against the two men respectively. At this moment, a finger force arrived silently, with a crisp "pop" sound, and a ball of blood exploded in his chest.
He lowered his head to look at his chest, then glared at Li Muchan, and fell backwards unwillingly.
The other two old men turned to look, their expressions changed, and their sword skills suddenly became violent. They had already aroused their will to die, and they just attacked blindly without caring about their surroundings.
Li Muchan moved his ten fingers, and the dense sword energy filled the air. Blood flowers suddenly exploded around the two men. The sword power slowed down and they slowly fell down.
Master Zhuzhao and Wen Yinyue held hands, looked around, and finally looked at each other and looked at Li Muchan.
"You brat, is this true?" Master Zhuzhao asked, frowning.
Only three people actually killed five top masters. This was something that she had never dared to think about before. She was lucky to survive against such masters.
If she were alone and encountered such a master, it would be difficult to escape. Teaming up with Wen Yinyue, she could block him, but it was unrealistic to kill him.
Now that something like this happened, she looked at the empty surroundings and it seemed like a dream.
Li Muchan smiled and said: "Master and senior sister are so powerful, I admire them!"
"Alas..." Master Zhuzhao suddenly sighed, filled with emotion: "I didn't expect that such a great master would end up dead!"
"Master, if they don't die, we will die." Li Muchan smiled.
Even though the master is the head of a faction, tough and shrewd, he still has a little girlish temperament and is sentimental.
Master Zhuzhao turned around and stared with almond-shaped eyes: "Who said that, as long as we run for a while, they will be exhausted and unable to catch up."
Li Muchan shook his head and said with a smile: "Master, they will not wait until their strength is exhausted. They will withdraw early. It will be difficult to destroy them."
Counterattack while they still have the fighting spirit to kill them in one fell swoop. Otherwise, when their secret skills are about to expire, they will desperately escape and it is unlikely to annihilate them all.
"In short, you are a cruel and ruthless guy!" Master Zhuzhao hummed softly.
Li Muchan touched his nose and smiled innocently at Wen Yinyue. Wen Yinyue looked at him with a smile and turned her head hurriedly.
Li Muchan smiled and said: "Master, how about I bury them, chant sutras to save their souls, and send them into the Paradise of Paradise?"
"Humph, they are also masters of the generation, shouldn't they be treated like this by the authorities?" Master Zhuzhao gave him a blank look.
Li Muchan nodded hurriedly: "Yes, yes, it should be."
He quickly shut up, not daring to speak any more, lest he be criticized by his master.
He pressed his dragon-slaying hand on the moss-covered mountain wall next to him, which was like a swamp. Stones rustled down, and in a blink of an eye, a cave appeared.
Li Muchan put the five people in the cave, sealed it, and wrote a few big words next to it: "The bones of the five elders of the Changbai Sword Sect are buried here."
"Master, what's wrong?" Li Muchan clapped his hands, turned around and said with a smile.
Master Zhuzhao gave him a blank look, bowed three times towards the mountain wall, stared at Li Muchan's big characters, shook his head and sighed quietly: "Let's go!"
She walked fluttering in front of her, with Li Muchan and Wen Yinyue walking side by side behind her. The three of them, their clothes fluttering, went down the mountain in a blink of an eye and followed the original path back. All eight horses were there.
Dayan was short of horses, and every horse was valuable. Although Canghaishan was rich, Master Zhuzhao did not waste any money. She took all eight horses with her, and the three of them changed horses and rode them. The speed was extremely fast, and they rushed back to Canghai in just a few days.
Mountain.
On Canghai Mountain, Yang Zhong, the master of the Penglai Pavilion, has been waiting for many days. Wang Xiaoyao's injury is almost healed. Li Muchan's palm looked serious, but he recovered quickly.
When the Penglai Pavilion group was about to leave, a piece of news ruined Master Zhuzhao's good mood.
***: I can’t guarantee the next update, so you don’t have to wait.