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519 Survival

Chapter 519 Still alive

Li Muchan laughed, leaned against the big tree, and slowly raised his long knife: "Come on!"

The dark-faced old man looked at him with squinted eyes, approaching him step by step, with a solemn expression.

The people around him looked at it with disapproval. This kid only had one breath left and couldn't make any trouble. There was no need to be so serious!

Li Muchan smiled and said: "If you want to fight quickly, don't waste time... I am a dying person, and time is the most precious thing!"

The black-faced old man said in a deep voice: "Let's get on the road!"

He swung his sword and stabbed out fiercely, like a silver snake coming out of its hole. Like an arrow from the string, it shot straight into Li Muchan's heart. The speed was as fast as lightning and there was no way to avoid it.

Li Muchan did not evade, but just slashed down with his sword. This sword was light and seemed to have no strength, but he struck first and reached the door of the black-faced old man before the tip of the sword.

The black-faced old man had no choice but to change his moves. He didn't expect Li Muchan's sword to be so fast. He withdrew his sword and retreated, hoping to swing away Li Muchan's sword and pull out the tiger's teeth.

As long as Li Muchan doesn't die, he will be a tiger. The black-faced old man will never dare to underestimate him. He must be careful to sail the boat for ten thousand years. He doesn't want the boat to capsize in the gutter.

"Ding..." The black-faced old man felt an unstoppable force coming from his sword, surging like a furious wave. He did not move his feet. He stepped back a foot and drew two parallel lines with his feet.

"Hey!" The dark-faced old man exhaled. Fortunately, his complexion was dark and his blush was covered up.

He was cautious because he was worried that Li Muchan had some secret skills, and retaliating before death was often the most deadly, but he did not expect that Li Muchan's sword was so powerful.

If he had been so powerful before, he and the others would have really been unable to hold him back, and the outcome was uncertain.

"I'll do it!" A red-faced, burly old man said in a deep voice.

The black-faced old man waved his hand: "I'll do it!"

He looked at Li Muchan coldly, nodded and said: "I didn't expect that your martial arts would greatly improve before you died. What a pity, what a pity!"

"Chao Wen said, it's a pity to die at night. It's not a pity. It would be best if I could kill you to take my back. Come quickly, don't wait for me to die!" Li Muchan said with a chuckle.

His voice was a little faint, and he felt his strength slowly passing away, as if his skin had been punctured, and he was getting weaker and weaker. His body became soft and everything became lighter.

He sighed, this was the sign of death, his soul was about to leave his body and fly away, a faint auspicious light could be seen in the sky, and there seemed to be a vague figure of a person.

Regarding the existence of the bliss of the Western Heaven, everyone in the world doubts it, but he knows that after the eminent monks pass away, those who have advanced in practice will be brought here.

In this life, he has practiced meditation very deeply, and with his clear mind and nature, he has become enlightened, and his cultivation is considered profound, and he will still be able to fly to the blissful realm of the Western Heaven.

He would never say these somewhat mysterious and unbelievable words to others. Everyone in the world is like this. Seeing is believing and hearing is false, even if it were him.

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The black-faced old man slowly approached, holding the hilt of the sword tightly with his right hand. He could see that when he was about to die, this kid's understanding of sword skills reached an astonishing level. He looked so limp that he could fall down at any time, but he could display such an astonishing power.

One knife is terrifying and terrifying.

If he was not injured now, people like him might not be able to surround him!

He suddenly let out a loud shout, and the man and the sword became one, like a rainbow piercing the sun, shooting straight at Li Muchan, and the tip of the sword instantly reached his chest.

Li Muchan turned slightly and allowed the long sword to stab his right lung. The long sword flashed and the black-faced old man retreated. "Hi!" There was a slight whistle and a spray of blood sprayed out.

The dark-faced old man hurriedly covered his chest, and blood flowed out from between his fingers and kept pouring down. His dark face turned pale and a little blue in an instant.

He stared straight at Li Muchan, with a look of disbelief on his face. This knife seemed to have no hindrance from time and space, and it directly cut through his chest. If he hadn't had a warning sign in his heart and took a step back in advance, this knife would have cut him into two pieces.

Son!

"Ahem, cough, cough!" Li Muchan leaned on the pine tree and let out a long sigh. It seemed that he had lost the bet this time. The lake owner hadn't shown up yet. He was really not around!

Even so, he did not regret not using the Ming Dynasty King's Scripture. For the sake of Canghai Mountain, he could only give up this world, and his heart felt desolate.

"Alas..." He raised his head and looked toward the southeast with a smile on his face. His eyes gradually became blurred and lost focus, and his soul seemed to be leaving his body.

"Grandma, I'll kill you!" A middle-aged burly man roared over and swung his long sword into a shadow, covering his head, intending to twist Li Muchan into a ball of minced meat.

Otherwise, he would not understand the hatred in his heart.

Li Muchan looked southeast, with a smile on his lips, and swung his sword casually.

"Chi!" With a slight whistle, the burly man retreated sharply, a blood arrow spurted out from his left shoulder, and his left arm had already fallen to the ground. He stepped back, but his arm was still in place.

Li Muchan's sword seemed to have broken through the limitations of time and space. With one strike, it directly hit the target without any chance of reaction.

"I'm coming!" Another big man in gray clothes rushed towards him. When he was ten feet away from Li Muchan, he suddenly threw out a hidden weapon with his right hand.

This hidden weapon glowed blue and was of various types, including iron bodhisattva, darts, short arrows, silver needles, iron spines, and other hidden weapons, which completely enveloped Li Muchan.

Li Muchan still looked to the southeast, and seemed to see Xinghu Xiaozhu. The smile on his lips became wider, and he casually waved his sword, casting a ball of sword light.

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"Ding ding ding ding..." In a series of clear sounds, little blue lights fell one by one at Li Muchan's feet.

He didn't blink or look at the other person, he just looked towards the southeast, as if he was in a daze, and his expression was a little dazed.

Seeing this, the middle-aged man in gray was angry and hated Li Muchan for not taking him seriously. He threw another hidden weapon at him, determined to hit Li Muchan.

Li Muchan sighed, turned his head, leaned against the tree and swung his knife. At the same time, he flicked his left hand, and a flash of lightning flashed. The middle-aged man in gray covered his throat and slowly fell backwards.

"Ding ding ding ding..." "Bang!"

Li Muchan blocked the hidden weapon with his right sword, and the middle-aged man in gray fell heavily to the ground. The two voices sounded at the same time. Li Muchan looked to the southeast again, his face was as pale as paper, and his breathing was heavy.

He sighed, suddenly put down his long knife, and looked at the group of people with a strange smile. They looked at him in surprise, not knowing what he was going to do.

Could it be that he just wanted to abandon his sword and surrender at this time? No matter what, he must not live. After killing so many fellow disciples of Tianji Tower, how can he be allowed to live in the world!?

Li Muchan smiled faintly, and suddenly waved his hands at the same time, and two electric lights flashed away, as if they were hallucinations.

"Uh..." "Uh..." "Uh..." "Uh..."

Several gunshots rang out, and the four people held their throats and slowly fell backwards. The power of the flying knife became more and more powerful due to the attachment of the knife's intention, making it impossible to prevent them.

"Be careful with hidden weapons!" Everyone was startled and hurriedly took a few steps back to distance themselves from Li Muchan.

At this time, Li Muchan's eyes were blurred and he was muttering to himself, but he was reciting the Diamond Sutra silently, with a joyful smile on his face, as if a child saw his mother.

His eyes were bright, and he knew it was time. He turned to look at the frightened people, then at the gloomy pine forest and the clear blue sky.

He closed his eyes and leaned completely against the tree, motionless.

As soon as the eyes are closed, the breath is cut off, and the soul is dead, it will leave the body and step into the light. As the light enters the pure land of the west, a muffled hum suddenly sounds, and the soul that is about to leave the body is suddenly fixed.

"Huh!" With a muffled groan, Li Muchan felt a white shadow flash before his eyes, and it was in front of him in an instant. A faint fragrance appeared in front of his nose. He knew it was Leng Wushuang as soon as he smelled it, and smiled.

At this time, he had closed his eyes, but when his soul returned, his facial features immediately recovered, and his spiritual sense became more acute. Even though he did not open his eyes, he could still see the scene in front of him.

Leng Wushuang appeared beside him in a flash, then flashed again, holding his waist and disappearing. By the time everyone reacted, the two of them had disappeared.

"Chase——!" The black-faced old man roared, then coughed violently, bent down and panted angrily. Li Muchan's sword carried strange power, and his injuries were aggravated.

The crowd hurriedly ran away, chasing each other in different directions. They didn't see clearly the direction Leng Wushuang left, and disappeared in a flash, so they could only use the dragnet method.

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Li Muchan felt a strong wind blowing on his face. Leng Wushuang's face was as dark as water. He lowered his head and glanced at himself. He still had his eyes closed, looking as if he was dead.

Leng Wushuang's speed was extremely fast, and he was more than thirty feet away in a flash. With extraordinary lightness, he arrived at a small town and then directly came to a small courtyard.

The small courtyard was small and very quiet. Leng Wushuang drifted in directly and then entered the bedroom.

Li Muchan was gently placed on the bed. He was motionless and breathless. He looked as if he was dead. Leng Wushuang pressed his palms on his chest and breathed out a breath.

This breath is as warm as the spring sun. It penetrates into my heart and makes me feel warm and comfortable. I want to sleep, but I try hard to stay awake because I want to see what Leng Wushuang will do.

Leng Wushuang took out a small jade bottle from his arms, poured out a snow-white elixir about the size of a little finger, and put it into Li Muchan's mouth.

Li Muchan's mouth was closed tightly, Leng Wushuang gently tapped on his jaw, and his mouth suddenly opened. The pill melted as soon as it entered his mouth, went down his throat, and turned into a stream of clear air.

Leng Wushuang then quickly tapped his ten fingers. Each time he tapped a finger, a breath of air entered his body, which was either cool or warm, cold or hot, cold or ice, each different.

After a dozen fingers, she pressed the palm of her hand to Li Muchan's heart, and with a slight shock, another breath of warm sunshine rushed in, directly wrapping the heart.

Then, he felt a huge force running straight down from Baihui. His body seemed to belong to someone else. He sat up suddenly and opened his eyes.

"Huh..." Leng Wushuang took a long breath, his face was haggard, and he looked at Li Muchan with emotion.

Li Muchan also took a long breath, turned around and looked around: "Lake Master, why are you here?"


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