The woods were dark, and the white bluestone was steady, allowing the eyes to adapt. At the same time, internal energy was flowing, and the whole body was tense, guarding against sudden plots.
After a while, his eyes adapted to the darkness and he could see his surroundings clearly, and he stepped forward.
Stepping on the thick leaves, I secretly cheered up, and my footsteps were silent, sometimes fast, sometimes slow, like a civet cat, vigorous and agile, and not showing any signs of aging.
Finally, he came to the place where Li Muchan fell just now. There was no movement around him, and it was so quiet that it made people nervous. The more nervous he felt, the more cautious he became.
Taking this point as the center of the circle, he circled around and around, until he reached out more than fifty feet, but he still didn't find it. Li Muchan seemed to have turned into the breeze and disappeared into the forest.
Bai Qingshi frowned and stopped, lost in thought. It was definitely not a good thing to be so quiet. There was no one around. There must be some conspiracy behind this Zhan Ran.
Just at this moment, a long roar came from the distance.
Bai Qingshi's expression changed drastically, he suddenly looked behind him, flew diagonally up to the treetops, flew close to the treetops, and rushed towards the direction where the whistling sound came from.
He was extremely anxious, knowing that he had been deceived. This bald donkey was so cunning! He had lured him here, then sneaked back and killed the few remaining people.
How can he still be a monk if he is so ruthless?
He fought for his life, using his inner strength as hard as he could, everything in front of him flew by quickly, and suddenly he heard a muffled groan, coming from deep in the woods, not far away.
He became more anxious, so he speeded up and came to a place in the woods. Lying where he was groaning just now, there was a young man lying with a look of astonishment, his eyes wide open, full of unwillingness.
Bai Qingshi gritted his teeth and made a squeaking sound, his eyes blazing like flames.
He turned around and continued running quickly, skimming out of the woods. When he reached the trail, where he started from before, he suddenly stopped.
At this time, on the path, under the setting sun, Li Muchan's gray clothes were fluttering, fighting one against four. The swords of the four middle-aged men were shining like snow, illuminating the surroundings.
The corners of Bai Qingshi's mouth were slightly raised, revealing a strange sneer. His eyes were blazing, and he wanted to cut Li Muchan into pieces with a thousand knives.
Across the sword light, Li Muchan smiled at him.
He was in the middle of a joint attack by four people. He had eight swords in his left hand and his right hand was empty. The long sword was sheathed. It was obvious that he was not using all his strength. He showed an air of ease and ease.
Bai Qingshi floated forward, stood ten feet away, and smiled coldly: "If I don't kill you, you bald donkey, today, I swear I won't be a human being!"
Li Muchan's sword light spread out, like layers of white clouds, resisting the siege of four people, and smiled slightly: "Senior, you are so intent on killing, why do you only pay lip service and don't take action?"
The last time they fought, I already understood that Qingshi's cultivation was indeed profound and his moves were exquisite. In terms of internal strength cultivation, he was a little worse, but with his own divine power, he was not afraid at all.
Otherwise, he would have sent out a signal for help long ago and would never act like a hero.
Bai Qingshi sneered and drew his sword out of its sheath: "Okay, I'll grant you your favor!"
Li Muchan frowned. As far as he knew, Bai Qingshi was good at boxing, so why did he draw his sword? Could it be that he deliberately concealed that the real strength was swordsmanship?
I have hidden my secret and saved my trump card. If others are not fools, there is no guarantee that they will not do this.
Bai Qingshi said in a deep voice: "Stand back!"
The four middle-aged men stepped back. Li Muchan swayed, and a cold light flashed around his waist. He then stepped back, returned his sword to its sheath, and looked at Bai Qingshi with a smile.
A middle-aged man clutched his chest and slowly fell down.
The remaining three people had pale faces and stared at Li Muchan, retreating faster and in three directions.
Bai Qingshi's face was as black as iron, he gritted his teeth and sneered: "Okay! Okay!"
Li Muchan smiled and said: "Please——!"
Baifu is a mortal enemy, so he must kill him. Killing one person will weaken Baifu's strength, and Meifu will suffer less losses.
If you show mercy, the person you didn't kill might become the murderer of your own relatives and friends.
Bai Qingshi raised his long sword, made a gesture, and said slowly: "You will be proud to die by my sword!"
"Why talk nonsense, just make a move!" Li Muchan smiled, threw away the sword with his left hand, unsheathed the sword with his right hand, and made a starting gesture.
"Nine-Yao Divine Sword!" Bai Qingshi shouted, twisting his body and stabbing out.
The blade of the sword suddenly brightened up, shooting out a dazzling white light, like a falling sun.
Li Muchan closed his eyes, but instead of retreating, he advanced forward. The sword light turned into a bit of cold light and pierced into the white light.
This time, he couldn't see it, but he believed in his intuition, so he gathered all his strength to strike. The Shadowless Sword was activated with all his strength, and the inner strength of his Dantian was unleashed. It was the fastest sword in his life.
"Uh..." The dazzling white light suddenly disappeared, and the surrounding area became dark. Bai Qingshi grunted, staring at Li Muchan, standing upright, unyielding.
He stabbed Li Muchan with his long sword, but his left hand was covering his chest, with a sword stuck in his heart.
Li Muchan looked at him with a smile and took a step back.
“Chi—!” “Chi—!”
Two blood arrows collided in the air, one from Bai Qingshi and the other from Li Muchan.
Blood welled up in Li Muchan's left shoulder. He put the sword back into its sheath with a calm expression. He tapped his right hand a few times to seal the acupuncture points to stop the bleeding. He then took out a porcelain bottle from his arms, bit open the stopper with his mouth, and sprinkled some powder onto the wound.
Then, he sat down cross-legged, made a mudra with his hands, and closed his eyes slightly.
The sword strike just now was so fast that Bai Qingshi had no time to dodge, but after this strike, he left the building empty and his dantian was empty, so he could only use the Tianyuan Breathing Technique.
As soon as the mudra is tied, the mind is as calm as water. After three breaths, the pores all over the body are opened, and the inner force penetrates into the Dantian.
Watching him sit down, three middle-aged men in the distance slowly approached, with hesitant expressions and their eyes fixed on Li Muchan. As they approached, their steps became slower and slower.
Cautiously, tremblingly, as if walking on thin ice, we finally got within four feet.
Li Muchan did not move, his eyes were still slightly closed, motionless, bathed in the sunset, as if he had turned into a statue.
The three of them looked at each other, put their hands in their arms, and then waved their hands.
"Chi—!" "Chi!" "Chi!"
Three rays of cold light shot at Li Muchan, and the three of them retreated at the same time.
Li Muchan closed his eyes slightly, and his body suddenly swayed, swinging a foot away, and at the same time he raised his right hand.
The three-point cold glow failed, and a middle-aged man suddenly paused, stopped suddenly, and slowly fell down while holding his throat.
Li Muchan raised his right hand twice more, and the other two middle-aged men also fell down.
He closed his eyes again, and the three sword strikes just now consumed his internal energy again.
After a while, he breathed a long sigh of relief and stood up slowly. The Tianyuan Breathing Technique was indeed magical. In just a short time, his internal strength recovered by 20%.
He also understood that the Tianyuan Breathing Technique was so miraculous and effective because of his strong spirit and fast internal energy movement.
He came to Bai Qingshi, squatted down and touched his chest, and took out a thin book, yellow in color, with only a few pages, and the four characters "Nine Lights Divine Sword" were written on the cover.
Li Muchan smiled, took them into his arms, and then buried them one by one, retrieved the three flying knives, chanted sutras for salvation, and sent their souls to the blissful realm of the Western Heaven.
After doing this, the sun has completely set, the twilight is hazy, and the surrounding fields are quiet.