Leng Zihan took a step forward, suddenly swept across the lake, and reached the shore. When he arrived in front of Li Muchan, he pressed out with a light palm.
Li Muchan did not dodge, and directly stretched out his palms. The two palms collided with each other, and there was a muffled "bang" sound. They each took a step back, both showing expressions of surprise. [bsp; ] Li Muchan smiled: "As expected, he is indeed an elite disciple of the Demon Sect. Huizi, awesome!"
"You're not bad either!" Leng Zihan said calmly.
Li Muchan shook his head and said with a smile: "The cultivation level that I got by chance is not as good as Brother Leng's hard training, but practicing in the fairyland must be much faster than entering here, right?"
"That's right, ten times!" Leng Zihan nodded lightly and said solemnly: "So there are so many masters there, and anyone who comes out can sweep this world!"
Li Muchan smiled and said: "No wonder, I wonder what level your current cultivation level, Brother Leng, would be in the Immortal Realm?"
While the two were talking, they slapped each other again, and the muffled "bang" sound was like thunder, and the ground around them flew with sand and rocks, like a roaring wind.
The two of them took a step back again. Leng Zihan's face did not change and he said calmly: "Nothing more than third-rate."
"Third rate?" Li Muchan was surprised, shook his head and said: "No way?...Brother Leng is exaggerating, isn't he? No matter how powerful the immortal world is, with Brother Leng's cultivation, he can't be considered second rate?!"
Leng Zihan shook his head lightly: "The second rate is very reluctant...there are so many masters in the fairy world, far from being comparable to this world!"
Li Muchan said solemnly: "With Brother Leng's cultivation, he can control the wind and rain in this world. Why do he have to go to the fairy world and become a second-rate master?"
He then smiled and said: "Second-rate masters must be bullied there, right?"
"Yes." Leng Zihan nodded and said, "Yes, the weak will be bullied wherever they go!"
"Then Brother Leng, why do you have to go?" Li Muchan smiled, shook his head and said, "Is it possible that someone important to you is there?"
Leng Zihan shook his head: "No."
"Why?" Li Muchan asked with a smile, "Bang!" The two of them exchanged palms again, and each took a step back. The ground was as smooth as a mirror, and there was no sand or stone to walk or fly on.
Leng Zihan said: "I want to be stronger!... In this world, after reaching this level, it is difficult to go up. The spiritual energy of heaven and earth is not strong enough, so no matter how hard you try, it will be useless."
Li Muchan raised his eyebrows and heard the secret again. There was such a statement. He smiled and said: "This statement is a bit mysterious, isn't it? With hard work, the momentum of the two middle-aged people was blocked.
Seeing that he couldn't get through, Leng Zihan pondered for a moment and shot back fiercely. He combined his body and sword and shot back towards Li Muchan. The sword light broke through the force of his fingers and arrived in front of Li Muchan.
Li Muchan swayed slightly, using mysterious footwork to avoid the sword, then changed direction with his fingers, pressing towards Leng Zihan with overwhelming finger force.
The light of Leng Zihan's sword suddenly rose again, and a continuous sound of "ding, ding, ding, ding..." sounded.
At this time, two middle-aged men took the opportunity to rush over and attack Li Muchan with their swords.
Li Muchan chuckled, his body suddenly accelerated, and he opened the distance again. Then he moved his ten fingers together and used finger force to control the three of them again.
The three of them were furious, gnashing their teeth, wishing to tear Li Muchan apart, but they couldn't get close to Li Muchan because his internal strength was weird and extremely strong.
The cultivation level of the three people is extremely high, but compared with Li Muchan, the purity of internal energy is still far behind, so even if they return to the crowd many times, they still can't suppress him.
In the blink of an eye, the four of them ran more than twenty miles away. Li Muchan shook his head and said with a smile: "It's so warm and hospitable!"
His expression suddenly changed, but he saw ten old men suddenly appeared under the tree opposite, all with white hair and childlike faces, looking at him with half-smiling faces.
They lined up in a row and stood there quietly, as if they had been integrated with the woods, and then they suddenly appeared.
Li Muchan's hair suddenly stood on end, his whole body felt chilly, and he felt danger.
Leng Zihan and the others stopped and clasped their fists from a distance: "I have met all the elders!"
"Zi Han, do you know how powerful you are?" A round-faced old man shook his head with a smile and said with a smile: "Don't think that because you grew up there and have a deep foundation, you underestimate the world. This Li Wuji is better than you, right?"
During the previous fight, Leng Zihan felt that his cultivation was about the same as Li Muchan's, and he was not very convinced. However, after chasing him for more than twenty miles, he realized that he was one step behind Li Muchan.
He said in a deep voice: "Elder Hu, he knows the secret of Blue Lake, I must kill him!"
The round-faced old man frowned and said, "He knows?!"
Leng Zihan said: "Elder Hu, it was my negligence. I originally thought he couldn't escape, but I didn't expect it to be so difficult. I can't deal with him, so I can only trouble the elders to take action personally!"
Although he was cold and indifferent, his words were very polite and candid, and he directly told his mistakes. No one felt angry after hearing this.
The round-faced old man nodded, patted his chest and said, "Okay, since this kid knows our secret, naturally he can't stay here. Don't worry, leave it to us!"
Leng Zihan smiled and said: "Thank you, elders!"
Ten old men approached slowly and suddenly shouted: "Form up!"
As they stopped drinking, ten old men flew up, scattered in the air, and enveloped Li Muchan.
Li Muchan had the Great Teleportation Technique to protect himself, so he was not afraid. Instead, he wanted to see what their true abilities were. He came here and failed to find out their details, so he was really unwilling to do so.
After the ten people fell, Li Muchan felt suffocated when he turned around. The air seemed to become thinner, and it became much more difficult to breathe. A heavy pressure rushed towards his face, pressing down on his body.
Li Muchan frowned and his expression became serious. This was definitely not caused by internal strength, but related to spiritual cultivation. It seems that these ten old men have also reached the threshold of practicing Qi and becoming gods. The Demon Sect cannot be underestimated. .
Although Leng Zihan's cultivation was deep, he was not a threat in Li Muchan's eyes. No matter how deep his cultivation was, he had not reached the realm of practicing qi to transform into a spirit, he had not entered the martial arts, and he had not mastered the secret of sword intention.
But these ten old men have a trace of spiritual power in their advanced cultivation. Although they have not yet fully reached the level of practicing Qi and transforming into gods, they cannot be underestimated.
"First turn!" With a loud shout, everyone spun around Li Muchan clockwise, their swords shining like snow, forming a silver sword.
Li Muchan slowly pulled out the Shen Lei Sword from his waist and closed his eyes.
After closing your eyes, the sword light is no longer dazzling and will not confuse your mind. There is a faint soul-returning technique in this formation, which will disturb the senses.
Looking down from the Eye of the Void, their every move was clearly visible. Although it was extremely fast, it was extremely slow in his eyes. With the sudden stab of Shen Lei's sword, the spinning people suddenly stagnated, and then recovered, but this stasis had already Let Li Muchan see through the reality.
If he hadn't entered the Tao through martial arts, he really wouldn't have been able to discover its wonders.
However, this sword has made everyone in the Demon Sect wary, especially the ten old men, who feel even more shameless. This sword looks very reckless, but it is extremely wonderful, and it just hits the key point of the sword array.
Every sword formation, no matter how exquisite and flawless it is, always has its weaknesses. There is no perfect sword formation in the world, but some sword formations are clever and can cover them up, and some are shallow and can be easily discovered.
The nine-turn soul-severing formation transformed by ten of them was originally extremely brilliant, and their individual cultivations were astonishing, so it was designed to face the top masters.
Since the formation began to operate, they had never been invincible, but Li Muchan's sword woke them up, and they ran faster. In the blink of an eye, no one was there, only a shadow. (To be continued.)