The ginkgo tree is ancient and needs four or five people to hug it. He stood under it, directly blocking his way out and having no worries.
Ten people jumped down the steps and surrounded him again, but they could only form a half-encirclement. Li Muchan could concentrate on dealing with the person in front of him.
He did not dare to use the Eye of the Void, fearing that Leng Wushuang was watching in the dark. Although he intuitively sensed that Leng Wushuang was not there, he still did not dare to take the risk.
He forced himself to form a habit and no longer use the Eye of the Void. Otherwise, the secret would be exposed at the critical moment. It was extremely important to be cautious.
"Ding, ding, ding, ding..." He swung his sword to meet the attack with ease. He faced ten swords with two swords, one to defend and one to attack, without falling behind.
He used the Mountain Splitting Style again and slashed down with his sword, and immediately another person flew out.
Then he used this move again. This time someone still blocked him, but he raised both swords together to form a cross.
"Ding..." There was a crisp sound, and the two knives flew out.
Li Muchan laughed out loud, feeling so happy that it was so satisfying to fight like this. He defeated the opponent directly with force, without any tricks.
The two of them flew back and bent down to pick up two knives two feet away. However, they saw that the blades were twisted and could no longer be used. They immediately looked at each other in astonishment and secretly sighed at the strength of this man.
They looked at each other and suddenly rushed into the temple. When they came out in a blink of an eye, one of them took a red gold stick, which turned out to be a cooked copper stick. They rushed towards Li Muchan, swung the stick into a shadow, and covered his head.
Li Muchan swung his knife and struck, "Ding..." There was a continuous ringing sound, and a cooked copper stick flew up, rolled around in the air, and was inserted into the ground four feet away.
"Ding..." There was another crisp sound, and the sound continued, and another cooked copper stick also flew out and was inserted next to the previous copper stick, and the two sticks stood side by side.
The two of them had empty hands. In a blink of an eye, Li Muchan's sword flashed past, and the two of them slowly fell to the sky, dying.
Li Muchan was very ruthless and showed no mercy or mercy to the people in Tianji Tower. These people were all enemies. Once they were left behind, there would be endless troubles.
Now that I have been soft-hearted and spared my hand, I may end up harming other senior sisters and brothers. They will not be grateful for my mercy.
After a while, Li Muchan flashed his swords, and only three of the dozen or so monks were left. These three monks were highly skilled in martial arts, far superior to the rest.
While Li Muchan was fighting, he looked at the temple door. The people hiding inside were so depressed that they watched all the monks die without doing anything. This cruelty was really chilling.
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Li Muchan slowed down his sword skills, seemingly unable to sustain the strength. The three of them became more energetic and swung their swords even faster and more powerfully. The power increased greatly, covering Li Muchan.
Li Muchan watched for a while, but no one came out. He shook his head. There was a sudden flash of light from the sword, and the three men's movements froze. The long sword fell to the ground, and their bodies fell backwards. After landing, they remained silent and died.
Li Muchan gently shook the blade of the sword, and the blood beads bounced away, returning to its smoothness. Then he put it back into the sheath and looked up to the sky and laughed: "The people in Tianji Tower are so greedy for life and afraid of death. If the owner of the building is killed, he doesn't dare to take revenge. What's the point of living?"
, it’s better to commit suicide!”
Laughter is like the sound of copper bells, lingering in the sky above Jingming Temple.
"Hehe!" A sneer suddenly sounded in his ears, as if he was beside him, his blood was boiling.
Li Muchan's heart trembled. He was a top master, his internal strength was stronger than his own, and he finally encountered a tough challenge!
"Come out!" Li Muchan said with a smile: "My lake master has no time to talk to you, I am the only one, don't be afraid, haha..."
"What a sharp mouth!" Amidst the sneer, a gray shadow flashed in front of the temple, and an old man in gray clothes appeared. His face was as pale as paper, as if he had been seriously injured or had not seen the sun for a long time.
Li Muchan looked him over, his temples bulged, like two walnuts hidden, his eyes were open and closed, and his inner strength was extremely deep.
His heart was awe-inspiring, but he had no fear. Instead, he was filled with soaring pride: "Who are you? Tell me your name!"
"Li Jingtian!" The old man in gray sneered, narrowed his eyes slightly, and said coldly: "Boy, when you get to the underworld, tell me your name as grandpa, so as not to become a fool!"
Li Muchan smiled: "No need to show off your words, just do it!"
"That's what I meant!" Li Jingtian sneered, flying up like an eagle, swooping down, grabbing his hands like hooks, and covering his head.
Li Muchan unsheathed his right sword and made a mountain-splitting move, like a bolt of lightning, striking Li Jingtian head-on.
Li Jingtian swung slightly to the left, avoiding the light of the sword leisurely, as calm as a crane. The man had already fallen to his left, and he reached out to grab him with his claws again.
Li Muchan swung his sword again, and the two of them fought together.
Li Jingtian's Eagle Claw Kung Fu is stronger than gold and iron. If he had another opponent, he could directly go head-to-head with the sword without falling behind.
He met Li Muchan but failed. He saw that Li Muchan's sword was fierce and powerful. Even if it was not a magical weapon, he would still suffer a loss if he was hit by it. After all, it was a body of flesh and blood.
He wanted to use his deep internal strength and exquisite moves to restrain Li Muchan, but he didn't expect that Li Muchan's sword skills were strange. He had two swords on his left and right, one for defense and one for attack. There were no flaws, as if the two swords were combined as one.
Li Muchan is able to multi-task, and is especially advantageous when using his two swords. Moreover, each sword uses the Duanyue Sword Technique, one for defense and one for offense, which is extremely powerful.
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Li Jingtian sneered twice, and suddenly jumped back and jumped out of the circle. Li Muchan stopped his knife and frowned at him, wondering what the fuss was about.
Li Jingtian opened the placket of his clothes, and inside was a month-long white cloth hanging quilt, with a row of black iron in the shape of fingers from top to bottom, so black that it was inconspicuous.
Li Jingtian stared at him closely, moved his hands together, and in a blink of an eye, all ten fingers were completely covered with black iron sleeves, and the fingertips shone with a dark luster.
Li Muchan suddenly realized that it was a weapon.
Li Jingtian clenched and unclenched his fist, stretched out his fingers, and stared at Li Muchan with a sneer: "You can let me use my black iron finger, boy, you will be proud even if you die!"
Li Muchan smiled: "There's so much nonsense, come on!"
"Take the move!" Li Jingtian's face sank, he pounced forward, his five fingers turned into eagle claws and grabbed straight down, as sharp as an eagle hunting, making a hissing sound.
He was extremely fast, his fingers seemed to tear through the air, and he was in front of Li Muchan in an instant. Li Muchan took a step back and slashed with his left knife at the same time.
Li Jingtian raised his right hand to grab the long knife. He reached forward with his left hand and continued to grab his heart. He could pluck off his heart in one stroke.
Li Muchan slashed with his left sword and blocked with his right sword.
"Ding..." They both took a step back.
Li Muchan blocked the eagle claw with his right sword, and Li Muchan blocked Li Muchan's left sword with his right hand. Both of them were knocked back and stared at each other in surprise.
Li Muchan didn't expect that Li Jingtian, who was so thin and small, but so strong, could block his own blow. Now his blow, supplemented by his own divine power and internal strength, was astonishingly powerful, enough to break rocks and monuments. Li Jingtian was able to block it. It was really amazing.
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When Li Jingtian saw the guy passing by just now, he knew that the guy opposite him was strong, but he didn't expect him to be so strong. He was born with supernatural power. It seemed that he had met his opponent, and his fingers were numb from the shock.
The two looked at each other, their momentum competing, and after a moment, they rushed towards each other again.
"Ding ding ding ding..." The continuous sound of gold and iron clashing sounded, sparks flew everywhere, and the long knife and black iron fingers kept clashing.
Li Muchan pressed forward step by step, and kept moving forward. His long swords were like a violent storm, and the swords were powerful and continuous. He did not give anyone a chance to breathe, forcing Li Jingtian to keep retreating.
Li Jingtian was extremely aggrieved. He didn't expect that Li Muchan's sword skills were so powerful that he couldn't find a way to fight back. He could only rely on retreating to buy time and relieve the soreness and numbness in his fingers.
Every time he crossed paths with a long knife, his fingers would feel numb. Fortunately, he had strong internal strength and the Eagle Claw Skill made his hands as strong as gold and iron. Otherwise, he would have been injured long ago.
Not only did Li Muchan have amazing supernatural powers, but he also had the unique internal force method of Duanyue Sword Technique, which was directly transmitted into his fingers through the black iron fingers, causing them to feel sore and numb.
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In the blink of an eye, the two of them had passed a hundred moves. Li Jingtian retreated twenty meters and was already close to the steps. Li Muchan's face was red and his expression was high.
After these more than a hundred swords were cut, I felt my heart was relaxed and my energy was flowing through the rainbow. No matter what obstacles were in front of me, I could split it in half with just one strike.
At this time, he vaguely felt the mountain-splitting sword intent, which was invincible, capable of destroying everything with energy and strength, and was invincible.
Iron Sword, Qi Sword, Intention Sword, Divine Sword. He once heard Lake Master Leng Wushuang say that this is the fourth level of Sword Intention. Most people only practice the Iron Sword level and stick to the tricks. Experts can often reach the Qi Sword.
, the Qi and the sword combine, and the power is greatly increased.
Further up is the intention sword. The intention and the sword are combined. When the intention reaches the sword, the Qi will follow. When it reaches this state, the sword technique changes as desired, almost beyond the scope of moves.
The highest level is the magic sword. There is a god in the sword, and it is a god.
Iron swords, air swords, and swords can all be trained. It only requires hard practice. Practice makes perfect. But the magic sword is not something ordinary people can practice. It cannot be obtained by pure hard work. It requires extraordinary understanding and a sudden flash of inspiration to step into that world.
Mysterious and mysterious, indescribable levels.
Only when you reach this level can you really get the sword intention. If you don't reach the level of the divine sword, there is no way to talk about the sword intention. It's just vain and self-entertainment.
Li Muchan's sword skills are not bad anymore, but when he reaches the level of sword intention, he has a strong spirit and extraordinary understanding. Leng Wushuang thinks that he may have the sword intention.
She is a person who has reached the realm of the divine sword. Although this level is extremely mysterious, she has found some tips. The way to get started is to train her spirit and achieve the concentration of divine will like a sword.
When Chunyu Yueyun followed this method and felt a little bit of the sword's intention, she thought that Li Zhu had a better understanding, a stronger spirit, and could understand it.
She will not teach this method to ordinary disciples. It is too extreme and requires tempering the spirit at the time of life and death. Those whose spirit is not strong enough will be directly defeated, cast into the shadow and become disabled.
Moreover, for those whose spirit is not strong enough, training in life and death will have no effect and will only increase their troubles.
"Haha..." Li Muchan waved his sword and laughed, his laughter filled with heroic spirit.
Li Jingtian's face turned red and he roared angrily: "You brat, fight with me!"
His clothes suddenly swelled up like a bulging ball, his face turned red as if covered with a layer of red cloth, and his eyes shone brightly, as if they were real.
Li Muchan's heart trembled, knowing that this was a method to stimulate potential, he hurriedly waved his two swords, like two silver dragons circling around him, surrounding his body.
Sure enough, Li Jingtian disappeared in a flash. Li Muchan hurriedly swung lightly with the Flying Immortal Step, turned sharply in the air, avoided the eagle claws grabbing at his vest, and faced him with his long knife.
"Ding..." There was a crisp sound, and Li Muchan was shocked and took a step back to relieve his strength.
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"Ding, ding, ding, ding..." Li Jingtian swung his claws like a violent storm, and Li Muchan swung his swords together, and the swords were like lightning, catching the eagle's claws one by one.
Every time he took a claw, he took a step back and let go of his tyrannical strength. His arms were numb. Facing Li Jingtian who had doubled his power, he felt really strenuous.
Fortunately, there was a cloud of yellow energy in his spleen, which was used to relieve the soreness and numbness in his arms, and it was very fast. Even so, he still needed to step back to relieve his force to avoid its sharp edge.
As a result, the situation was completely opposite to the previous situation. He kept retreating, and Li Jingtian kept advancing. The situation changed in turn, thirty years to the east of the river, and thirty years to the west of the river.
A loud laugh suddenly sounded in the temple: "Haha... Brother Li, this guy is very capable, and he actually made Brother Li use the Shenglong Kung Fu."
"Old Cui, don't interfere, I have to kill this kid today!" Li Jingtian snorted, his claws were like crazy, and he kept attacking.
As Li Muchan retreated, he turned around and glanced at the temple door, only to see a tall and tall old man standing at the door of the temple. His face was as silver as a plate, his beard and beard were all white, and his red phoenix eyes were calm and intimidating.
He stroked his beard and smiled: "Brother Li, I think there's nothing you can do about him, so I'd better give you a helping hand!"
"Fart, he can't do it anymore!" Li Jingtian said angrily.
The old man stroked his beard and said with a smile, "Really? I can hold on for another half hour, no problem."
"Fart!" Li Jingtian's eyes widened, his claws moved faster, and his hissing sound became louder.
"Ding ding ding ding..." Li Muchan retreated even harder, taking a big step back with each claw, and in a blink of an eye he was in front of the ginkgo tree.
He almost leaned against the ginkgo tree. Li Jingtian was overjoyed, "chichichichichi", and dropped his four claws one after another, pressing forward step by step.
Li Muchan didn't seem to see what was behind him, so he backed away again, and finally hit a ginkgo tree. His movements stagnated, and by then the Black Iron Eagle Claw had already fallen.
Li Jingtian smiled and his eyes shone.
Li Muchan suddenly smiled and moved sideways, narrowly avoiding the black iron eagle claws. At the same time, the long sword struck down like a bolt of lightning.
"Chi!" With a muffled sound, the black iron eagle's claws penetrated the ginkgo tree, and its fingers dug deep into it.
The ginkgo tree has a long history, and its body is dense and hard, just like a stone. It can be seen that it is strong when it is inserted so deeply.
But it was inserted too deep, and he had to gather strength to pull it out. He couldn't help but hesitate for a moment, and then Li Muchan's long knife fell.
Just as he was about to hit him with the knife, a small stone suddenly flew towards him, "Hi——!" A sharp roar, like a ghost crying, hit Li Muchan's long knife.
This attack was so sudden and so fast that Li Muchan had no time to dodge.
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There was an overwhelming force coming from the blade, and it almost flew out of his hand. Li Muchan had no choice but to release his force, and flew up. The long blade drew an arc, and the tip of the blade passed through the ginkgo tree, leaving behind
A cut as deep as the middle finger.
At this moment, Li Jingtian had already pulled out his eagle claws and turned around to attack. His face turned redder and his hair seemed to stand up one by one.
In front of the old man, he suffered a big fall. If the old man hadn't made a move, he wouldn't have been able to avoid Li Muchan's sword. His arm would be broken in the least case, and his life would be lost in the worst case.
Being forced to do this by a young guy, his old face was completely humiliated. He wanted to tear Li Muchan into pieces, and his claws became more and more violent.
Li Muchan sighed helplessly. With the old man here, it would be difficult to win. The internal power contained in the small stone was extremely deep, and he was no match for him.
He could hear that Li Jingtian's Shenglong Kung Fu could only last for half an hour. There was a chance, but the presence of the old man made this chance very slim.
"Ding ding ding ding..." He could only keep retreating to release his strength. Li Jingtian seemed to be desperate for his life and kept attacking without dodge.
He gritted his teeth, lost his temper, and made up his mind to kill Li Muchan. Either he died or he died!
Li Muchan saw the madness in his eyes and frowned. Such a guy was the most terrifying. He was strong in martial arts and didn't care about his life. Even if he had a chance to kill him, he would be injured.
There is another great master who is eager to try. Once he is injured, he may die. Now he is in a desperate situation. The best way is to leave.
Thinking of this, he suddenly swung his knife fiercely.
The light of the sword increased sharply. Although Li Jingtian had the intention of dying together, he could not help but slow down. Li Muchan swayed and turned behind the ginkgo tree.
Li Jingtian was furious: "Baby, you want to run away? There's no way!"
He approached the ginkgo tree carefully, fearing that Li Muchan would ambush behind the ginkgo tree and attack suddenly. His whole body was tense, and his hands were full of internal strength, ready to attack at any time.
He concentrated on his ears. He could hear mosquitoes and flies within ten feet, but he didn't hear any movement or breathing. He was suddenly startled and turned around suddenly, but no one was there.
He flew into a rage and clawed at the ginkgo tree: "Damn it!"
He felt that he had been tricked by Li Muchan. Although he had already run away, he still approached cautiously, thus losing the chance to catch up.
At this moment, his hair suddenly stood up, the back of his head tightened, and a chill shot up his spine, which was a sign of danger. Just as he was about to move, the black iron eagle's claws sank into the tree and stagnated for a moment.
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The cold light flashed past and penetrated the top of his head. He froze in his tracks and became motionless.
"Not good!" The old man in front of the temple was stroking his beard and smiling. When he heard a faint whistle, he immediately felt something bad and ducked behind the tree.
"Brother Li!" He shouted loudly, like a thunderbolt in the clear sky.
Li Muchan's figure was in the woods a hundred meters away.
Li Jingtian stood motionless, his eyes widened and unblinking, and gurgling blood rolled down from the top of his head, soaking his face and flowing down to the soles of his feet.
Li Muchan's knife penetrated from the top of his head to the soles of his feet, and he died.
"Ah——!" the old man roared angrily and appeared twenty feet away in a flash. Then he flashed again and reached a hundred meters away. By this time, Li Muchan had entered the pine forest.
Li Muchan secretly called it a fluke. Once a person goes crazy, although it is terrible, there are still flaws to be found. It was because Li Jingtian was so angry that he gave him the opportunity to take advantage of it.
He hid in a tree by hiding his breath, and then attacked Li Jingtian when he realized that no one was around. This method was not unusual, but it worked.
He performed the Flying Immortal Step and floated like a wisp of smoke. In a blink of an eye, he got into the pine forest and quickly got into a tree. This tree looked the same as usual, but it was hollowed out in the middle.
Before Li Muchan came, he had already made preparations and left an escape route.
He used the method of hiding his breath and stood motionless in the tree. His eyes were completely dark and there was not a trace of light. He could have drilled a small hole to look outside.
But he understood that people with advanced martial arts skills also had keen senses, and would be able to sense even the slightest glance, so he simply cut off his gaze.
He has a keen sense. Even though he doesn't use the Eye of the Void, he can still feel the movement outside. The scenes within a radius of ten feet are clearly presented in his mind, which is mysterious and mysterious.
He saw the old man disappearing in a blink of an eye, and then reappearing in the blink of an eye, his face as gloomy as water, a pair of red and phoenix eyes flashing with cold light, and his whole body boiling with murderous intent and filled with cold air.
Li Muchan remained motionless as if in hibernation, and did not contend with the murderous aura. If he moved slightly, the old man would notice something strange.
The old man frowned and jumped up to the top of the tree. He looked around and found no sign of Li Muchan, so he knew that Li Muchan was hiding.
The old man shouted: "You brat, what a great skill, Brother Li fell into your hands!"
The sound echoed, and the whole forest rustled and trembled. His inner strength was extremely deep, and Li Muchan secretly complained. If in the past, he still had the strength to fight, he could retreat calmly with the Ming Dynasty King Sutra.
But now that the internal strength is not deep, all kinds of unique skills cannot be used. Maybe the owner of the lake, Leng Wushuang, is hiding in the dark and can only use several martial arts from Xinghu Xiaozhu.
It's like having your hands and feet tied up. It didn't work in the first place, and it doesn't work now.
"I know you are hiding here!" the old man shouted in a deep voice.
The pine tree exploded with a "bang" and split into pieces. Li Muchan emerged from the tree, turned around and walked away, like a streak of light, at an extremely fast speed.
The old man perked up and roared: "Where are you going, little thief!"
He dodged more than twenty feet, dodged again, and reached a short distance behind Li Muchan. He dodged again, and at that moment, Li Muchan turned around and turned from the east to the south.
The old man dodged and appeared twenty feet away. He sneered, laughed angrily, and chased after him again, this time at a slower speed to cope with changes in direction at any time.
Li Muchan groaned in his heart. He ran out because he was afraid that the old man would call someone over. By then, he would be caught in a urn and there would be no way to escape.
Li Muchan was as elegant as the wind, and his flying immortal steps were getting faster and faster. He felt like he was about to rise, and his speed was almost the same as that of the old man.
The old man's ability to dodge more than twenty feet was a very labor-intensive technique and could not be used all the time. At this time, Li Muchan was getting faster and faster, and he was slowly falling behind.
Li Muchan slowed down slightly again to catch him and prevent him from calling people. After the two of them flew several miles and entered a pine forest, he suddenly increased his speed and the power of the Flying Immortal Step appeared.
"Take a move from me!" the old man suddenly shouted.
"Chi! Chi! Chi! Chi!" A whistle sounded, and four small stones enveloped Li Muchan, attacking at the same time from up, down, left, and right directions.
Li Muchan had no choice but to draw his sword, "Ding! Ding! Ding! Ding!" Four pebbles fell to the ground, but his speed slowed down a bit. The internal force on the pebbles was strong, and he needed to relieve his force, otherwise the long knife would fly away.
During this slow time, the old man caught up with him and punched him in the head.
Li Muchan slashed with his sword. The old man drew back his fist and drew his sword. The sword flashed and he was in front of Li Muchan. His speed was so fast that it was impossible to guard against him.
Li Muchan's left sword was held across his chest, with the tip of the sword pointed at the blade.
"Ding..." A crisp sound like a dragon's roar continued.
He staggered back two steps. The old man's internal force on the sword was extremely strong, like a hammer hitting his chest. If he hadn't been skilled in the method of releasing the force, he would have been injured this time.
"Ding ding ding ding..." His sword was like lightning, flowing continuously. Li Muchan waved his two swords, circling around, and the swords kept clashing.
Li Muchan kept retreating, and every footprint was clear and distinct, as if it were imprinted on the ground. It became deeper and deeper, first an inch deep, and then three or four inches deep.
The old man's face was as dark as water, and his eyes were flashing with cold light, which became brighter and brighter under the light of the sword, seeming to illuminate Li Muchan's heart.
Li Muchan's face was calm, and he kept the situation airtight. He seemed to be at a disadvantage, but he was not destroyed.
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He retreated more than twenty meters in one breath, and then suddenly moved flatly, like the swaying of lotus flowers on the lake. He seemed to have eyes on the back of his head, just avoiding a pine tree.
Then he dodged and hid behind a pine tree. With a muffled "bang" sound, the old man's long sword pierced the pine tree. He twisted his wrist and the pine tree exploded, revealing Li Muchan's figure among the sawdust.
The old man laughed evilly, and thrust out another sword, piercing the wood chips and stabbing Li Muchan. The wood chips flew towards his face, and he couldn't help but narrow his eyes.
Li Muchan suddenly waved his hand, and a cold light flashed. The old man paused, let out a few "ho ho" sounds, slowly fell backwards, and the long sword fell to the ground with a "chok bang".
Li Muchan caught him squinting his eyes and shot the flying knife into the old man's throat instantly.
Li Muchan took a long breath and struck the ground with his long knife. This knife condensed all the energy and energy in his body, and it was as fast as lightning, almost beyond the ability of the human eye to detect.
With this sword strike, he felt as if the thief had left the building empty.
Looking at the old man lying on the ground with his eyes open, Li Muchan shook his head and smiled bitterly, this time he was really lucky.
His flying knife was originally a weapon, but now it has become a unique skill to protect himself. However, with this knife just now, he felt the shadow of the knife's intention.
This is a mysterious feeling, as if the essence has been condensed into a knife that can cut through all things. The mind is exceptionally clear, and everything has no escape in the eyes.
He sat directly on the ground and began to capture the feeling just now.
But this feeling is extremely mysterious and difficult to describe. His thoughts are like pearls, and he can catch them if he wants to, but this time it failed. The mysterious and mysterious feeling just now disappeared. No matter how hard he tried, he was nowhere to be seen, as if he had never appeared before.