Both of them had extremely deep inner strength cultivation, and the mental skills they cultivated were superb. They recovered quickly and did not stop halfway. They gritted their teeth and persisted until the evening.
In the evening, the two stopped fighting, and then one returned to the town at the foot of the mountain, the other returned to the camp, and the two came back to fight again the next morning.
On the fourth day, Zhao Mingyue learned a new set of palm techniques, which became more and more sophisticated. Li Muchan had some difficulty in handling them at first, and even received a slap.
But he has rough skin and thick flesh, and is protected by diamond clothing, so he was not seriously injured after being hit by a palm.
As time went by, Li Muchan became more and more familiar with this palm technique, and was able to decipher one or two. Although it was superb and unpredictable, Li Muchan had a strong intuition.
This set of palm skills is truly wonderful. Each move has infinite possibilities. The moves are sudden and unpredictable, making it difficult for people to guard against it.
However, Li Muchan's intuition is strong and accurate. Even if he can't see through it, he can still make clear judgments based on his intuition. Knowing her thoughts of changing moves in advance, he can take precautions one step ahead.
In this way, although Li Muchan's moves were not subtle enough, he could barely hold on and did not get beaten again. As he became more familiar with the palm techniques, he gradually found a way to crack it.
By evening, he no longer had any disadvantages under this palm technique. He was immune to this palm technique again and no longer posed a threat to him.
"Let's compete in swordsmanship tomorrow!" Zhao Mingyue said before leaving in the evening.
Her clear eyes were still cold, as if she and he were still strangers after four days of fighting, but Li Muchan felt like an old friend.
Li Muchan smiled and said: "Okay, let's compare swordsmanship. Are you not surprised at all why I am like this?"
Zhao Mingyue said calmly: "Jingangmen and our Yubing Pavilion are enemies. If you come here with your true colors, you will definitely not be able to see me!"
Li Muchan smiled and nodded: "So you understand everything...you didn't tell them my identity, did you?"
Zhao Mingyue shook his head: "I also want to compete with you."
Li Muchan said with a smile: "Aren't you afraid of the master's blame?"
"Master will not blame you." Zhao Mingyue shook his head.
Li Muchan clapped his hands and laughed loudly: "Okay, happy, this is Zhao Mingyue, the number one young master who is not inferior to men!"
Zhao Mingyue said: "I am not the best master. It will only be possible if I defeat you."
Li Muchan laughed and said, "That's difficult. I'll teach you your swordsmanship tomorrow. Farewell!"
After he said that, he stepped on the thick soft white snow and walked away. Wherever he passed, there was only a slight dot, like a bird landing on it.
Zhao Mingyue watched him leave, stood for a moment, and then floated away. The originally busy slope became quiet again, with only traces like those blown by the strong wind, but no footprints.
Both of them were performing Qing Gong while doing it. Otherwise, getting stuck in the snow would naturally affect their movements. The snow here is so thick that once they got stuck, they would be directly submerged and their heads would not be exposed, just like a swamp.
Not only did the two of them not feel tired, but they found it exciting and enjoyed it endlessly. It all depended on who had insufficient skills and cultivation, and who could not hold on first.
At night, it suddenly started snowing.
The snow is falling more and more densely, and the snowflakes are getting bigger and bigger, like goose feathers all over the sky being blown by the strong wind, and they fall to the ground with a rustling sound.
Li Muchan was in a small courtyard of a farmer's house. He looked up at the rain falling in the sky, shook his head and smiled. Unexpectedly, God was not kind and wanted to interrupt the competition between the two.
He thought for a while and shook his head. According to Zhao Mingyue's temper, she would not stop because of this. There must be a fight between the two.
This was not only Zhao Mingyue's idea, but also Li Muchan's. He didn't expect that fighting with Zhao Mingyue would be so interesting. It was as if meeting an opponent in chess had stimulated his own potential, making his mind active and thinking like a fountain. Every move was wonderful.
It's like it's made in heaven.
He was addicted to this state. He had never been in such a state before practicing alone or sparring with others. It was so unique.
He was obsessed with this feeling. It was rare to have a close friend in life. Li Muchan felt that the two had similar martial arts knowledge and similar cultivation. There was something in the dark that he couldn't explain clearly, but he could feel it.
Although he could not tell the winner from the fight with Zhao Mingyue, he gained a lot and gained a deeper understanding of martial arts. Now that he thinks about it, his previous understanding of Vajra Gate martial arts was still somewhat superficial.
Such an opponent is like a confidant, which is really hard to find. Such a competition is also extremely rare. He is not willing to give up. He doesn't know if such an opportunity will come back in the future.
He stood in the small courtyard, watching the heavy snow falling, which did not stop even after midnight. He shook his head helplessly, went back to the house and lay down to sleep.
When he opened his eyes in the early morning of the next day, the room was much brighter than usual, and the light from the snow illuminated the windows. He got up and opened the window, facing a strong wind that blew snowflakes on his face.
Li Muchan let the snowflakes blow onto his face, and watched as the rustling snowflakes continued to fall on the snowy ground. He shook his head and smiled bitterly, because it hadn't stopped snowing yet.
After thinking about it, he left the small courtyard, found a small restaurant, ate fried dough sticks and tofu bread, then slowly walked out with the gorgeous long sword, went straight to Snow Tiger Mountain, and used Qinggong to reach the original starting point.
A slim figure stood in the heavy snow. Zhao Mingyue was dressed in a white shirt and a white cloak. She stood quietly in the snow, with the veil on her face blowing in the wind.
Li Muchan floated forward and said with a smile: "Zhao Mingyue, what's going on with the veil on your face? Isn't it boring to wear it all the time?"
She is wearing a veil, and when the white air between her mouth and nose passes through the veil, it will condense into water vapor. Although the breath from her mouth and nose is warm and long, the water vapor will not freeze, but it is snowing at this time, and snowflakes will get on it.
Li Muchan smiled and said: "There are no rules, right?"
"What rules?" Zhao Mingyue asked with wide eyes.
Her eyes were round and bright, like two black gems floating in mercury. They were very beautiful, but they had no emotion. They were cold, as if they didn't know what emotion was.
After spending the past few days together, Li Muchan had a vague feeling that she really didn't know what feelings were, she couldn't cry or laugh, she just had a cold expression.
The reason for this is that Li Muchan probably doesn't get along with others and practices alone in seclusion for a long time, so she doesn't know what feelings are.
Li Muchan secretly felt sorry for her, so he led her to talk while fighting.
He smiled and said: "Is it because someone took off your veil and you want to marry him?"
Zhao Mingyue shook her head: "No."
Li Muchan smiled and said: "Then why do you always wear a veil to cover your face? Are you ugly?"
According to his speculation, Zhao Mingyue is not only not ugly, but is actually a beauty. With such a pair of wonderful eyes, she will never be ugly.
Zhao Mingyue thought for a while, shook her head and said, "I don't know if I am ugly or not."
"Then why are you keeping your face covered?" Li Muchan became more and more curious.
Zhao Mingyue said: "I feel uncomfortable and awkward when someone sees my face."
Li Muchan nodded suddenly and said with a smile: "Are you afraid of death?"
Zhao Mingyue thought for a while and shook his head. Li Muchan laughed: "You are not afraid of death, so what are you afraid of? Are you afraid that others will see your expression and see through your mind?"
Zhao Mingyue lowered her head and thought thoughtfully for a while, then shook her head: "I don't know, let's start the sword showdown!"
Li Muchan knew that talking was useless, so he raised his head and looked at the sky: "In this weather, are we still competing with swords?"
While the two were talking, the sky became overcast again, the cold wind howled, and the snowflakes were so strong and dense that most people standing here could not open their eyes.
"It doesn't matter, come on!" Zhao Mingyue unsheathed his sword and thrust it forward. The sword's light was unremarkable, and it pierced through the obstruction of the snowflakes, and was in front of Li Muchan in an instant.
Li Muchan unsheathed his sword and lifted it slightly. The second strike came first, forcing Zhao Mingyue to withdraw his sword and change his moves. The two of them immediately started fighting. The swords went back and forth without any collision. They were all blows.
Avoid reality.
They knew that their internal strength was equal to each other. Even if their swords collided, it would be of no use. It was just a stalemate. It was impossible to win by relying on their internal strength. The only chance of victory was the subtlety of their moves.
Both of them have exquisite swordsmanship. Li Muchan has the diamond swordsmanship, which uses clumsiness to defeat skill. Zhao Mingyue's swordsmanship is as light and delicate as snowflakes, as if his whole body and sword have melted into the vast snow.
Li Muchan secretly smiled bitterly, but he had forgotten that her sect was called Yubing Pavilion, and her martial arts were naturally related to snowflakes. Weather like this was really even more powerful.
He secretly lamented that he was unlucky to have chosen to fight her in such weather. The two were now about equal in martial arts, so the influence of the external environment became important.
In such weather, Zhao Mingyue was extremely advantageous, but Li Muchan was on the contrary. Without the sun, the speed at which his Vajra Rainbow Sutra absorbed internal energy would be slower.
If he was fighting with ordinary people, it wouldn't matter much, but if he competed with Zhao Mingyue, it would matter a lot. If this continued, he wouldn't be able to last until noon.
But he also has an advantage. Since he entered the ninth level of muscle formation, his strength has become stronger and stronger. Even if he doesn't use internal strength, his strength is amazing enough.
He then reduced the consumption of his internal energy and relied on his physical strength to deal with Zhao Mingyue. He swung his sword like lightning and struggled with Zhao Mingyue.
After fighting for a long time, neither of them had any snow on their bodies. Their swords shattered the snowflakes, leaving them all covered in white.
From early morning to noon, and from noon to dusk, the two men's swordsmanship was almost the same. Each one could not help the other, and there were endless subtle moves. They inspired each other, and they occasionally got good hands.
Because it was a cloudy day, twilight fell early. Zhao Mingyue suddenly sheathed her sword, took a step back, shook her head and said: "It's hard to tell the winner today, come back tomorrow!"
The heavy snow was still falling, and it was drifting. An inch away from the two people, it suddenly slipped, as if it had encountered an invisible obstacle and slid down, unable to fall on them.
Li Muchan smiled and said: "Okay, how about we test our internal strength tomorrow?"
"Internal strength?" Zhao Mingyue frowned.
Li Muchan smiled: "Our swordsmanship is equally matched, we can only be judged by our cultivation."
"Internal strength... Well, let's compare the internal strength tomorrow!" Zhao Mingyue thought for a while and nodded solemnly.
The danger of internal strength competition is even greater than that of fists and swords. Once they intersect, it is either victory or defeat. There is no chance of luck. If you are not careful, your life will be in danger.
Although she was emotionally indifferent, she had already felt close to Li Muchan over the past few days, and she felt a little reluctant to suddenly have to decide between life and death.
The snow kept falling. The next day, when the two met again, the snow was still falling and it didn't stop at all. They both had swords, but they fought with bare hands.
To compete in internal strength, it was natural not to directly intersect the palms, as that would be too dangerous, so the two faced each other head-on with fists and feet, hitting each other with punches and kicks.
"Bang, bang, bang, bang..." Muffled sounds like spring thunder sounded continuously, and the two people's bodies separated, then separated, and then separated.
Li Muchan was secretly surprised. The depth of Zhao Mingyue's internal strength was really astonishing. It was hard to imagine that she was a young girl instead of an old woman. Such cultivation was definitely not something that a young person could possess.
Li Muchan was surprised, and Zhao Mingyue was also surprised. They did not expect that Li Muchan's progress would be so great, and his internal strength would suddenly surge, which was a huge difference from before.
No wonder he had the courage to challenge herself. His inner strength had indeed improved a lot. She was secretly surprised and wondered why he had developed his inner strength and mental skills so quickly.
Amidst the muffled sound, the two men fired over a hundred moves at once. Their internal energy surged and collided with each other. Snow foam flew around them, forming a white mist, making it difficult to see the two figures clearly.
However, there was no snow on their bodies, and they were still as refreshing as before. With their current cultivation, their internal energy could protect their bodies, and snowflakes could not invade.
"Boom..." Suddenly the ground trembled.
The two faced each other with a palm, and each took a step back. This palm was extremely heavy. Both of them had stagnant internal energy and were not functioning smoothly. They looked up and saw the snowdrifts rolling down like huge waves above.
"Avalanche!" Zhao Mingyue screamed, her face changed drastically.
An avalanche broke out, not far from a mountain peak. The white snow turned into a torrent and rolled down at an extremely fast speed. It reached their heads in an instant and it was too late to dodge.
Li Muchan suddenly flashed in front of her and slapped her with his palm: "Let's go!"
Zhao Mingyue had no time to react, and was directly slapped away by Li Muchan. He flew far away, and a torrent of white snow swept over him, drowning Li Muchan in an instant.
When Zhao Mingyue set, the torrent of snow had already rolled down, and there was a blanket of white snow in front of him. The original hillside suddenly thickened several feet, changing the landscape.
"Li Wuji!" Zhao Mingyue shouted, but his eyes were completely white and boundless, and Li Muchan could not be seen.
Although her martial arts skills were amazing, she was stunned when she first encountered such a situation and could not react. If it weren't for Li Muchan's palm, she would not have been able to dodge it.
Although her martial arts skills were superb, she felt like an ant in the face of such a huge and mighty power of heaven and earth, with no power to resist.
The disciples of Yubing Pavilion know the horror of avalanche best. Once encountered, no matter how strong your martial arts is, it will be useless. You can only go with the flow. Life or death depends on luck.
Once you really encounter an avalanche, the chance of survival is extremely small. The snow looks soft, but once an avalanche occurs, it can turn into the most powerful and hard existence, just like a flood.
If she hadn't been slapped away by Li Muchan, she would have been hit. If that were the case, she would have gone down to the underworld to see her parents.
"Li Wuji!" she called loudly.
But there was silence around her, and she didn't see Li Muchan. She hurriedly looked for the place where Li Muchan was standing just now, and dug out the snow with both hands. She was very fast, and in the blink of an eye she dug out a place.
She had deep inner strength and dug with her hands, faster and harder than a shovel. In a blink of an eye, she cleared a two-meter square space, but Li Muchan's figure was nowhere to be seen.
The white snow here was originally thick, taller than a person, but this time there was a thick layer. If she wanted to find him, she would have to dig four to five meters deep. It was not because of her amazing internal strength that she could not reach such speed.
She thought for a while, looked up to the sky and let out a long roar, but in the time it took to take a breath, a dozen women in white floated over. Their feet were light and there was no trace of falling snow. They were all well-cultivated.
"Senior Sister Zhao!" More than a dozen women in white clasped their fists.
Zhao Mingyue said hurriedly: "Li Wuji is buried underneath. Please help dig him out quickly!"
"Li Wuji?" a woman asked hurriedly.
Zhao Mingyue was startled and said hurriedly: "It's Li Zhanran... He was pinned down just now to save me. Hurry up, he won't be able to bear it until it's too late."
"Senior Sister Zhao, even if you dig it out, I'm afraid..." A round-faced woman shook her head.
If you cannot avoid such an avalanche and get hit by it, your internal organs will be directly injured, and it will be difficult to survive.
Zhao Mingyue frowned and said coldly: "Rescue first!"
Seeing her cold eyes, the round-faced woman shrank her head, stuck out her tongue and didn't dare to say anything anymore. She drew her sword and was about to cut the snow, but Zhao Mingyue stopped her.
She said coldly: "What if you run into him like this? Use your hands!"
"Yes." More than a dozen women in white responded and had no choice but to dig out the snow with their hands. Fortunately, they practiced Yinhan's inner strength and mental skills, so their little hands did not feel cold when they encountered snow.
"Boom..." There was another muffled sound, and everyone looked up and saw another torrent of white snow rolling down towards them.
"Hurry up!" Everyone screamed and hurriedly used Qinggong to rush quickly. In an instant, they ran out more than ten feet away and landed on a ridge, just in time to avoid the torrent of white snow.
Zhao Mingyue jumped up and landed slowly, but the torrent of white snow had left. She stood fluttering on the snow, her face gloomy and a bit desperate.
If there was any chance of life just now, now it is completely gone and there is no chance.
A dozen people in white clothes floated over and said with lingering fear: "Senior Sister Zhao, do you want to continue digging...?"
"Dig! We must find him. If we want to see him alive or dead, we must see his corpse!" Zhao Mingyue nodded slowly and said calmly: "If anyone finds him, I will personally teach her martial arts practice!"
The girls suddenly became energetic and their eyes shone brightly. Zhao Mingyue has a high level of understanding and a strong understanding of martial arts. If she can get her guidance, the speed of practice will definitely be extraordinary, but she usually focuses on practicing and rarely gives guidance.
For others, this opportunity is really rare!
Zhao Mingyue sighed: "After an hour, that's it!"
"Senior Sister Zhao, don't worry, we will definitely find him!" the round-faced girl said, patting her chest.