The Nine Swords of the Canghai are mixed with the sword intention of the Songhe Yannian sword. The combination of the two looks like the Nine Swords of the Canghai, but it is the Songhe Yannian Sword.
Songhe Yannian's sword technique emphasizes intention rather than moves. Li Muchan evolved it with the Canghai Nine Swords, which does not reveal Songhe Yannian's sword technique.
Ordinary disciples cannot see the mystery. The sword intention of Songhe Yannian is similar to the sword intention of the Nine Swords of the Canghai Sword, but it is better. They only feel that it is exquisite and far beyond what they can imagine. They stare at it eagerly and try to understand it carefully.
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The ten women in Cuifeng Pavilion looked at each other and saw the surprise in each other's eyes. They had been immersed in the Nine Swords of the Sea for half their lives, so they could naturally tell the difference at a glance.
"Are these the Nine Swords of the Sea?" A woman shook her head.
"This is the real Nine Swords of the Sea. What a Zhan Ran, and he deserves his reputation!" Another woman shook her head and sighed, then turned around and said, "Everyone, please study hard!"
All the women nodded, knowing that the opportunity was rare and they did not care about anything else. They learned it first and then talked about it. They were deeply touched by the exquisiteness of the Nine Swords in the Sea.
Five people surrounded them. Li Muchan swung his sword like a waterfall, swinging it freely without any embarrassment. The five people were like a violent storm. When they encountered Li Muchan's sword light, they seemed to be assimilated and integrated into the sword light.
Taking advantage of the five people's siege, another person jumped up, wiped his throat, his face became ferocious, and instead of supporting the five people, he rushed towards Master Zhu Zhao.
Master Zhuzhao sneered, held the sword formula with his right hand and pointed it far away, and with a slight whistle, the sword energy of the Canghai Divine Sword came.
Seeing this, the middle-aged man hurriedly moved away and moved one meter away. He was still frightened by Li Muchan's sword energy. His body-protecting magic power was unexpectedly unable to block him, and he almost died, leaving a shadow.
Master Zhuzhao moved his sword finger, the sword energy was flowing horizontally and vertically, and his moves were inseparable from the figure of a middle-aged man. He dodged left and right, staring at her green finger with his eyes.
The round and white fingers were beautiful and dazzling in the sun, exuding a fatal attraction, but he was horrified and stared at them for a moment. The sword energy was colorless and invisible. If he wanted to avoid it, he could only look at the finger pointing. He couldn't rely on feeling. Wait until he felt it.
When it arrives, the sword energy also arrives.
Wen Yinyue suddenly raised her voice and said: "Master, sleeves!"
Master Zhu Zhao turned around and smiled sweetly at her. When she turned back, she raised her left hand and covered her right hand with her sleeve.
"Chi!" There was a slight whistle, and the sleeves suddenly exploded, and pieces of cloth flew in all directions, like a group of butterflies dancing.
"Bang!" Then there was a muffled sound, and the middle-aged man flew out, passing over a dozen steps, as if he was hit by a train from later generations.
"Bang" he landed on his butt, his momentum unabated, and then he leaned up and turned another somersault, one somersault after another, and he rolled down more than ten steps before stopping.
Master Zhuzhao pursed his lips and smiled, covering his fingers with his sleeves so that the direction of his fingers could not be seen. It was really wonderful, no matter how powerful his Qinggong was, he could not avoid the sword energy.
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The middle-aged man lay motionless on the steps. Everyone thought he was finished, but he suddenly jumped up, turned over and jumped into the air, firmly touching the ground.
He stretched out his head and touched his chest, his face twisted, and he rushed forward with an angry roar. Although Master Zhu Zhao's sword energy hit him, it did not cause much damage.
Master Zhuzhao frowned and stared at him. He staggered a little. He was injured, but it was not fatal. Logically speaking, being hit by the sword energy of the Canghai Divine Sword was worse than being hit by a sword. It not only destroyed his muscles but also
Bones, blood, and flesh will be destroyed, causing both external and internal injuries.
The Canghai Divine Sword is indestructible, but it only knocked down this middle-aged man without any external injuries. It is really incredible. This Dongchu man is really weird.
The middle-aged man rushed out halfway and suddenly flew out again. This time he did not go down the mountain, but flew up the mountain. He sprayed a bloody arrow in the air and landed at the feet of Master Zhumei with a "bang".
Master Zhuzhao frowned and stared at him. His middle-aged body shook a few times, and suddenly he kicked his feet. He fell silent and died.
There was blood pouring out of a small hole in his chest. Master Zhuzhao raised his head and glanced at the surrounded Li Muchan. The power of this finger was much greater than his own!
Li Muchan knew that the middle-aged man had magical powers to protect his body, so he deliberately increased his internal strength. This finger was so powerful that he actually killed him.
The other five people were frightened when they saw this, their moves became more and more crazy, and they were wary.
The magical body-protecting skill that they were most proud of could not block his finger power, which shocked them greatly. Without the magical body-protecting skill, they really could not be considered tyrannical.
While the five people were attacking frantically, they already wanted to retreat, but they didn't dare to retreat. No matter how fast their Qinggong was, they couldn't move faster than their sword energy. They could only deal with Li Muchan, and it was either you or me who died.
Thinking of this, they became even more crazy and adopted the trick of "destroying both the stone and the stone". They did not care about their own safety, ignored Li Muchan's sword and just wanted to kill him.
Li Muchan let out a long laugh, and drew his sword more and more slowly. The sword intention was lingering, the sword energy was sharp, and the strands of the sword were entangled, unknowingly like a spider spinning a web.
The five people were entangled by the invisible sword energy. They didn't feel it at first. They just wanted to stab Li Muchan and kill him to escape. As long as they killed him, no one on Canghai Mountain could threaten them.
When they reacted, the net formed by the sword energy had already entangled themselves, getting tighter and tighter. Their movements became slower. Every move had to be done with all their strength, which consumed a lot of internal energy. At first, one move required twice the internal energy, and later it took five
Six times, or even ten times, until it became too much.
The five people suddenly shouted together, and suddenly the five people scattered, as if they exploded, running from five directions, trying to escape at all costs.
Li Muchan laughed, swung the sword with his right hand, and raised his left hand, "Chi! Chi! Chi! Chi! Chi! Chi!" Five sword energies shot through the air.
The five sword energies caught up with the five people respectively. The five people were shaken, and three of them slowly fell to the ground. The other two shuddered and then ran away, like two wisps of smoke going down the steps.
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"Where to go!" A woman from Cuifeng Pavilion floated and wanted to chase her. Li Muchan hurriedly said: "Senior, wait a minute!"
In the past, she would have ignored Li Muchan's words at all. After seeing Li Muchan's martial arts, she stopped and turned to look: "Zhan Ran?"
Li Muchan clasped his fists and said, "Senior, if you have to spare others, please spare their lives."
The middle-aged woman turned to Master Zhumei: "Master, what do you think?"
"Just Yi Zhanran." Master Zhumei said.
"Forget it." The middle-aged woman stepped back and came to the other nine people.
The ten people looked at Li Muchan up and down with surprise on their faces, but they did not say anything in front of the disciples. A woman said: "Master, since it's over, let's leave."
"Yes, thank you for your help, uncles." Master Zhumei cupped her fists and thanked her.
The ten women smiled slightly, nodded to Li Muchan, and drifted away. In the blink of an eye, they disappeared. Cuifeng Pavilion usually does not care about worldly affairs and only takes action at critical moments. This is the tradition of Canghai Mountain.
Master Zhumei waved her hand: "Let's disperse, everyone. Practice hard when you go back. Don't lose the face of Canghaishan!"
"Yes!" Everyone agreed in a loud voice, glanced at Li Muchan, and then left. Li Muchan hurriedly raised his hand.
"What's wrong?" Master Zhumei asked.
Everyone paused and looked at him blankly, waiting for him to speak.
Li Muchan smiled and hugged his fists toward the woods on the right: "The two seniors haven't shown up yet?"
Everyone was silent. They turned their heads and looked over there. The pine forest was lush and green, covering the small courtyard of the disciples. At this time, there was no one there and it was quiet.
Canghai Mountain was silent, except for the strong wind, which passed by the corners of everyone's clothes and made a hunting sound. Other than that, there was no sound.
Li Muchan shook his head: "Senior, why are you acting like a rat? I really don't dare to compliment you, so please show up and see me!"
"Haha, OK! OK!" A loud laugh sounded from the woods, and then two ghostly figures floated out and arrived in front of Li Muchan in the blink of an eye.
They were two dark and thin old men, only reaching Li Muchan's brows. Their stature was quite different, but they stood there in awe-inspiring and inviolable manner, with an astonishing aura.
Momentum is invisible and colorless, but it does exist. When two people stand together, one person will often fall behind unconsciously. High and low will always exist.
The two stood in front of Li Muchan, like two pine trees stuck on the stone steps, tall and hard. They were lean and dark-skinned, and their whole bodies seemed to be made of iron.
Their faces were small and average-looking, with bulging temples that looked like two sarcomas, which were particularly conspicuous. Their eyes were as calm as water, not sharp, only calm.
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Li Muchan clasped his fists: "I haven't asked the two seniors for their names yet."
"I'm here for a sneak attack, you don't need to tell me your name!" The old man with long eyebrows waved his right hand, his left hand behind his back, and looked Li Muchan up and down: "Are you really a member of the Canghai Sword Sect?"
Li Muchan smiled and said: "I am Canghaishan Zhanran!"
"Zhanran, what a Zhanran, your martial arts skills are really unworthy to stay in Dayan. Follow me to Dongchu!" The long-browed old man shook his head.
Li Muchan smiled: "It is said that the martial arts in Dong Chu are prosperous and far superior to ours in Dayan. My martial arts can only protect myself in Dayan. If I go to Dong Chu, wouldn't I be asking for trouble?"
The old man with long eyebrows sneered and shook his head: "How little ambition do you have? You are from Dayan. You went to Dongchu and learned the martial arts of our Dongchu. You will be able to dominate even more when you come back!"
Li Muchan smiled and said: "It is true that martial arts in Eastern Chu is prosperous, but the best master in the world is in Dayan. I don't know whether that is right or wrong?"
"Nangong Si Dao?" the old man hummed.
Li Muchan said: "Senior Nangong is from Dayan, and he also studied Dayan martial arts, but he can conquer all the unique skills of Dong Chu. This shows that it doesn't matter what kind of martial arts you practice."
Li Muchan shook his head secretly. This was really nonsense. Practicing martial arts is the most important thing. No matter how talented you are, if what you learn is not good enough, it will be wasted.
But these two old men were enemies rather than friends, so naturally they couldn't be honest with each other, so they had to overpower them verbally, so as not to lose their momentum.
The two old men sneered at the same time, curling their lips with disdain on their faces.
Li Muchan said with a smile: "Not to mention the distance, there is only one Nangong Sidao in the world, let's just say I am below. Compared with the previous ones, I am not as young as the previous ones, and the martial arts I have learned are not as good, right?"
"You have a sharp tongue!" Another old man sneered and glanced at the disciples disdainfully.
Li Muchan smiled and said: "It's useless to talk more. The two seniors must not be here to chat. What advice can you give me?"
"Boy, how about we make a gesture?" the long-browed old man said with a smile.
Li Muchan nodded: "Please——!"
Master Zhumei frowned but said nothing. Li Muchan is now ranked number one in Canghai Mountain in martial arts, and he has deep internal strength. The battle just now didn't take much effort.
"Okay, let's just play with our bare hands." The long-browed old man said with a smile, and then punched out slowly and calmly.
This posture was obviously intended to challenge Li Muchan head-on and test their respective strengths. Li Muchan did not avoid it, but also punched out flatly.
There was a muffled "bang" sound, and the two of them took a step back at the same time.
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"Good boy, you are really awesome!" the long-browed old man said with a smile, his eyebrows hanging down to the corners of his eyes trembled, and he chuckled: "Come again!"
He punched slowly again, and when Li Muchan came closer, he suddenly accelerated, and several punches appeared, which was incredibly fast.
As if Li Muchan's feet were calm, he took a step back instantly, barely avoiding the fist. His green shirt was blown close to his body by the wind of the fist, making him feel cold and cold.
Li Muchan narrowed his eyes slightly, there was something very mysterious about this punching technique. He didn't wait for the old man to change his moves, and he punched out with one punch, as if he had directly crossed the constraints of space and hit the old man without any delay.
This punch was learned from Leng Feng's divine fist. The mental technique of this divine fist was extremely wonderful, but Leng Feng's internal strength was not enough, so the impact was limited. However, in Li Muchan's hands, it was extremely powerful and faster than the old man's fist.
"Bang!" The old man was punched in the chest and flew straight out.
He flew more than ten feet and hit the woods on the right. With a "click" he broke a small tree and finally stopped, slowly slipping down.
"Okay——!" Everyone cheered loudly.
This punch was extremely fast, accurate and hard, and they were all delighted to see it.
But the old man slowly stood up, turned to look at the broken tree, then looked at Li Muchan, and gave a thumbs up: "Okay, good boxing skills!"
Li Muchan frowned. The punch just now seemed to have hit a flexible Qi wall. There was no real sense of flesh and blood. Sure enough, it failed to break his body-protecting Qi.
What a powerful horizontal kung fu, comparable to his own Vajra Indestructible Magic Kung Fu. This old man's internal strength is also very deep. He flew out to relieve his strength, but he was not really in such a mess.
He smiled: "Senior is also very skilled!"
"Come again!" The old man laughed and rushed over fiercely, punching out his fists like an evil tiger attacking a wolf, with a violent and ferocious momentum.
Although he laughs and laughs with a careless expression, he is not a tolerant person in his heart. Instead, he is extremely narrow-minded and cannot tolerate any disobedience.
He was smiling, but in his heart he was fierce and vicious, with murderous intent boiling over him. He wished he could beat Li Muchan into a pulp with one punch. This punch gathered all the strength of his body.
The surrounding air seemed to become thick and condensed by his fist. Before the fist could reach, the violent wind had already hit, and Li Muchan's clothes rustled as if he were standing in a strong wind.
He smiled, raised his palm, and gave a smooth push, as silently as a joke, without any anger, as he faced the fierce and violent fist.
"Bo!" A clear voice sounded, and the two of them stood still.
Li Muchan smiled, and the long-browed old man frowned. The two of them seemed to be glued together with their palms and fists, motionless. As soon as everyone saw it, they knew that they had used their inner strength.
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"Bah! How shameless!" a shout came from the crowd.
There is a gap of several dozen years between Li Muchan and the old man with long eyebrows. Internal strength is a real skill, which requires time and hard training. Every time you practice hard, you gain strength. This is obviously a victory without force.
"Return to the masters of Dongchu, you are just a scoundrel!" Someone responded.
Another old man turned his head and glanced at the crowd. His eyes were like cold lightning, shining directly into the eyes of the two male disciples who were speaking. The two men trembled and their whole bodies shivered.
Everyone was even more angry when they saw it, buzzing loudly, and staring at the old man.
Master Zhumei waved her hands to suppress the noise of the crowd, looked at the old man coldly, and turned to Li Muchan, obviously not wanting to meet him in the same way.
She saw through the old man's idea, that he wanted to take advantage of Li Muchan being entangled to attack, or that he wanted to make Li Muchan distracted, which was really despicable.
Naturally, she would not let the old man get his wish, so she turned to look at Wen Yinyue.
Wen Yinyue was extremely smart, and he had a tacit understanding with her. He took a step forward and stood side by side with her, staring at the old man, full of vigilance.
The old man sneered and turned to look at Li Muchan and the long-browed old man.
Li Muchan had a smile on his face, but his green shirt remained motionless, but the old man with long eyebrows had changed. His black gown had undulated, as if he had encountered wind, and the ups and downs intensified as time went by, as if the wind was getting stronger and stronger.
After a while, the long-browed old man's face turned red, and a trace of white gas came out of his head. The white gas became thicker and thicker, his face became more red, and his body trembled slightly.
Li Muchan turned around and looked over: "Senior, please come along!"
The old man sneered at him, suddenly jumped in front of Master Zhumei, and slapped Master Zhumei's chest with his palm.
This leap was as fast as lightning. Although Master Zhumei and Wen Yinyue were on guard, they still had no time to react.
Seeing that this palm was about to hit her chest, "Chi!" suddenly sounded a soft whistle, followed by a muffled "bang", and the old man took a step back, as if he had hit an invisible wall of air.
He turned to look at Li Muchan in surprise, and finally looked down at Li Muchan's left hand. It was Li Muchan's sword energy that hit his palm.
Li Muchan raised his little finger of his left hand, pointed at him from a distance and shook his head: "Senior, you are not bright enough. You are not kind and I am unjust. I am offended!"
After saying that, he pointed at the long-browed old man opposite. The long-browed old man helplessly waved his left palm to block his heart and withstood the sword energy.
"Bang" he flew out, and Li Muchan waved all five fingers of his left hand, "Chi chi chi chi chi..." The sword energy shot out one after another, hitting the long-browed old man in the air.
He was rising and falling, and his body was shaking, as if he was suffering from malaria.
"Stop!" the old man shouted and rushed towards Li Muchan.
Li Muchan's right thumb pressed towards him, "Woo" like a tiger coming down the mountain, the sword roared and hit the old man, he waved his palm to block it, but took a step back.
Li Muchan kept moving his left hand, and as he wasted his time, the old man in the sky was hit by several more sword energies and was still undulating in the air.
Li Muchan had no mercy. The old man's actions just now completely angered him. He wanted to let these two people go. If he was not on the mountain, none of the disciples on the mountain would be spared. (To be continued. If you like this work, you are welcome to come*
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