"Master Lenghu, how about I compare notes with Shaoxia Li?" Lin Zizhi asked with a smile, the corner of her mouth curled up slightly, as if she was mocking or sneering.
Leng Wushuang turned to look at Li Muchan and nodded lightly: "That's fine."
Lin Zizhi suddenly smiled and said with a chuckle: "Master Lenghu has full confidence in Shaoxia Li. Well done, it is true that a hero comes from a young age!"
Leng Wushuang said to Li Muchan: "Do your best, don't force it!"
Li Muchan nodded: "Yes."
With Leng Wushuang here, he didn't have to worry about his life. He narrowed his eyes and looked at Lin Zizhi. The most humble person is invincible. This Lin Zizhi didn't care about face, which was really scary.
It is difficult for such a person to reason based on common sense. He may do things that he thinks he will not do, but he will not do things he thinks he can do.
Such a person has developed a great hatred against Xinghu Xiaozhu because of Lin Ping. Seeing that he insists on killing himself regardless of his face shows how deep the hatred is.
"Come on, Young Master Li, you make the move first!" Lin Zizhi took a step back and waved her hand, and the six elders followed suit and made way for an open space.
The moonlight was like water, and the light from the two lanterns in front of the door was weak, but it did not prevent them from seeing clearly.
Li Muchan took two steps forward, four steps away from Lin Zizhi, and slowly pulled out the long knife from his waist: "Altar Master Lin, please give me some advice!"
The blade of the sword reflected the moonlight, and was filled with cold air. It swayed in front of him, illuminating his eyes. Lin Zizhi waved her hands and said with a smile, "I will use my two palms to teach Xinghu Xiaozhu's unique skills, come on!"
Li Muchan slashed with his sword, and the light of the sword poured down like a waterfall, shining brilliantly.
"Excellent sword skills!" Lin Zizhi yelled, and with a cloud-piercing palm shot, the light of the sword pierced through the transparent glass and landed on Li Muchan's blade.
"Ding..." The blade trembled, and the light suddenly dimmed and almost disappeared. Li Muchan felt an overwhelming force pouring in, from the blade to his wrist, and then to his body.
Li Muchan took a deep breath and made a strange gesture with his left hand. This internal force immediately flowed down along a unique meridian and reached the bottom of his feet.
He lightly stomped his feet, jumped forward, and slashed with his sword again.
He is now very proficient in controlling internal force, and the method of discharging force is very good. This is not a certain mental method, but a unique experience condensed from several mental methods, and it has become an instinctive reaction.
The strange gesture of the left hand uses potential to guide force, such as setting up a bamboo pipe. The direction of the bamboo pipe leads to the direction of the water flow, and the internal force is the water.
The sword flashed again. This sword was full of energy and more powerful. Lin Zizhi's cloud-piercing palm still hit the blade accurately, making a crisp "ding" sound.
Li Muchan made a strange gesture with his left hand, and swung the sword with his right hand again, the light of the sword flickering.
The two of them attacked and defended, fighting together and forming a deadlock.
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Li Muchan's sword looked unpleasant, but it had a strange rhythm, like a waterfall, continuous and continuous, one sword after another, even if it was hit, it would not stop.
His knife was like water, and Lin Zizhi's palm was like a knife. When he drew the knife, the water flowed even more. He couldn't beat Li Muchan's rhythm, and he kept attacking continuously.
Lin Zizhi's Cloud Piercer Palm was extremely precise and could accurately hit Li Muchan's knife every time. However, Li Muchan's knife itself was not fast and it was not difficult to hit it.
The blade of the sword contained strange strength. After Lin Zizhi's palm hit it, his whole body was numb. This numbness delayed his next step. During this lag, Li Muchan's sword came again.
Lin Zizhi felt like she was holding her breath, but there was nothing she could do. She tried to use her kung fu to dispel the force, but she couldn't. This electric force was extremely pure and pure.
The two were in a stalemate, and after fifty or so moves in the blink of an eye, Li Muchan's eyes became brighter and brighter, his energy became more and more abundant, and the light of his sword became more and more dazzling.
Lin Zizhi frowned. He could feel Li Muchan's progress, like a dusty orb being gently wiped, becoming brighter and brighter.
In this moment, the force on the sword became stronger and more refined, making it more difficult to repel and resist, and it was very difficult to speed up the movement.
If this continues, after a hundred moves, he might be able to suppress himself. Lin Zizhi gritted her teeth secretly and suddenly let out a long laugh: "Haha..., good! Good! Li Shaoxia's sword skills are indeed superb, worthy of Xinghu Xiaozhu's
I’ve learned a lot about martial arts!”
Li Muchan said calmly: "Master Lin Tan is laughing at you!"
The light of his sword kept on going, one sword after another. Duan Yue's sword skills gradually became better, and he felt that everything was smooth all over his body, his energy and blood were flowing, and he felt comfortable in his heart.
At the beginning, he had to be distracted to remove Lin Zizhi's palm power. Later, Duanyue's sword technique became smoother and smoother, and became stronger and stronger. The sword intention was concentrated in it, and the sword intention and internal force became one.
Instead, the palm force could not get in, and was directly blocked from the knife.
Only then did he finally feel that Duan Yue's sword technique was indeed exquisite and extremely smooth.
Lin Zizhi laughed and said: "It seems that the palm technique is not working, so I will change the sword technique. Li Shaoxia should be careful!"
Li Muchan said: "Come on!"
"Zheng..." A dragon roar sounded, and a ray of cold light rose from Lin Zizhi's waist, heading straight for Li Muchan, extremely fast.
Li Muchan slashed down with his sword, and there was a clear sound of "ding..." that lingered.
The two men's swords bounced away. Li Muchan's feet fluttered, he took two steps back, and then continued to attack, the sword light turned into a series of slashes.
"Ding..." The two swords met again.
"Ding ding ding ding..." The two swords kept intersecting. They no longer relied on exquisite moves to win, but directly competed with strength, head-on.
This played into Li Muchan's plan. The Duanyue Sword Technique relied on force to defeat skill. It also played into Lin Zizhi's plan. His inner strength was better than Li Muchan's, so he naturally wanted to defeat Li Muchan with force.
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Both of them had this idea, so they reached a stalemate, and their swords kept exchanging blows. Li Muchan didn't move his feet, and stood firmly on the spot, not taking a step back.
The continuous sword light was like a raging wave, while Li Muchan was like a rock, standing still in the face of the raging waves, allowing the violent wind and waves to hit him.
Everyone around him shook his head. There was really nothing subtle about this kind of swordsmanship. It was just hacking and slashing, like a child's fighting spirit.
Li Muchan's sword intention was vertical and horizontal, integrated with his internal force. Under the tempering of the sword light, it became more and more solid, and its power became stronger and stronger, without falling behind at all.
Although his internal strength is not as deep as Lin Zizhi's, he is better than her due to his exquisite sword skills and the blessing of his sword intention. Therefore, they are able to draw a tie. It seems that they are indistinguishable, and the six elders are surprised to see them.
Although they saw that Li Muchan had deep inner strength, they did not expect that he was on par with the altar leader. Lin Zizhi was a prodigy. Although she was only middle-aged, her inner strength was still far superior to the six of them.
I didn't expect to see something even more magical today. Although Xinghu Xiaozhu only accepts elite talents, such talents are rare in a century.
Master Lin Shaotan was defeated at the hands of Li Zhu. It was really unjust!
Leng Wushuang's white clothes fluttered, seemingly carelessly.
"Haha... Li Shaoxia's sword skills are amazing, I admire you!" Lin Zizhi laughed, shook her head and said: "It's been a long time since I met someone who can fight hundreds of moves with me!"
Li Muchan said calmly: "Master Lin Tan has accepted the concession!"
Lin Zizhi shook her head and smiled: "This is Li Shaoxia's hard skill. I can only use the unique skill of pressing the top of the box. Li Shaoxia must be careful!"
Li Muchan said: "Come on!"
Lin Zizhi laughed again, and suddenly the sword light flashed, and the sword light in the sky disappeared. There was only this sword in front of her, slowly like a turtle disk, piercing Li Muchan's chest.
At the beginning, the sword's light was diffuse and dim. As it got closer to Li Muchan, the light on the sword became more and more brilliant. When it reached Li Muchan's chest, the light was so dazzling that it was impossible to look at it.
Li Muchan took a step diagonally to avoid it. He found that this sword was very strange. When he looked at the sword, his energy and energy seemed to be absorbed into the sword.
Li Muchan has a strong spirit and can easily be overcome, but he feels strange and does not dare to collide easily, so he avoids the sword and waits to see what happens.
Lin Zizhi flipped her wrist, turned her sword, and then stabbed Li Muchan.
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The momentum of his sword was like a rolling stone on a high mountain, getting faster and faster. Even when turning and changing moves, it was smooth and natural, without affecting the acceleration of the sword momentum at all.
It started slowly, then got faster and faster, first as slow as a turtle, then as fast as a shooting star, then several swords appeared, and finally there was only a little cold star and no sword body visible.
Leng Wushuang frowned and moved closer to avoid delaying his attack. The six elders also moved closer to guard against Leng Wushuang's sudden attack.
Li Muchan felt awe-inspiring in his heart. He put the knife upright in front of his chest and moved his feet, relying on his intuition and eyesight to resist. "Ding, ding, ding, ding..." The sound of swords clashing could be heard continuously, and he kept retreating.
The power on the sword was extremely powerful, getting stronger and stronger, like a snowball. He couldn't resist it without using the Duan Yue Sword Technique, but with such a fast sword power, the Duan Yue Sword Technique was somewhat inferior.
Li Muchan sighed inwardly, his swordsmanship was still far from good, at least he couldn't use his slowness to beat his speed. Faced with such a strange swordsmanship, there was nothing he could do.
He was multitasking, resisting and frowning at the same time. Resisting like this was no solution. It was like a mountain torrent, with nothing to stop it. The final outcome could be imagined.
Unless he is hit by the sword, his sword will only get faster and faster. It is impossible to block it with a sword. At this point, there is no other way.
He secretly made up his mind, with a firm look on his face, and his eyes shone with divine light. Suddenly, his movements were stagnant, and the long sword had no time to resist, and the tip of the sword stabbed into his right chest with a "chi" sound.
Li Muchan let out a muffled grunt, and the long sword in his right hand fell to the ground with a "choking" sound. He pressed the blade of the sword with his right hand and stared straight at Lin Zizhi.
Lin Zizhi's lips were smiling and her eyes were shining, as if she wanted to sing loudly.
"Li Zhu!" Leng Wushuang shouted lowly and floated towards the field. Six figures flashed in front of her and stood in front of her. They all pushed out with their palms.
Li Muchan covered his sword with his right hand and glared at Lin Zizhi. He slowly fell back and his left hand shook imperceptibly.
Lin Zizhi was distracted by Leng Wushuang. When she noticed a flash of cold light in front of her eyes, she wanted to avoid it, but it was too late. She only felt a pain in her throat and couldn't breathe.