Li Muchan was taken aback and quickly pressed her wrist with a delicate and soft hand.
She tried hard to fight but it was in vain. Li Muchan was so powerful that he couldn't break free by using conscious force. She suddenly stabbed Li Muchan with her sword.
Her eyes were clear and piercing, a little clearer than usual, and her aura was fierce, as if she regarded him as an sworn enemy.
Li Muchan's heart was awe-inspiring, knowing that he had hit the mark. He suddenly stepped back and stood ten feet away in an instant.
Song Shuhua, however, refused to give in. She flew over and drew a white rainbow with her long sword, shooting straight towards Li Muchan's heart. The speed of the sword was extremely fast.
She was not proficient in swordsmanship, but this sword seemed to be different. Without decades of skill, she would never be able to execute such a sword. It was really cruel, accurate and fast.
Li Muchan flicked his fingers, there was a clear "ding" sound, and the long sword opened. Li Muchan felt cold air entering his fingers. He ignored the Gang Qi defense and directly attacked his meridians, rising along his arms and rushing towards his heart.
Li Muchan said "Hey", and his inner energy surged, instantly forming waves one after another, attacking the cold air, and finally eliminated it right before his heart.
He was startled, realizing the evil side of the sword. His figure suddenly disappeared from the spot and appeared at the door. He formed a hand seal with his hands to form a hand shadow, and then uttered the truth.
Song Shuhua rose into the air, stabbed with her long sword, and shot at Li Muchan again. When the sword tip reached his chest, it met Li Muchan's true words.
"Hey!" He yelled, Li Muchan's eyes slightly opened, his clothes were ruffled, and his aura was like that of a demon.
The long sword stopped when it was about to pierce Li Muchan's chest, and then began to tremble, exuding a deep cold air, as if trying to break free from Song Shuhua's jade hand.
Song Shuhua held the sword hard, showing an expression of difficulty. She stared at the tip of the sword, her bright eyes flickering in and out.
Li Muchan formed a seal with his hands and spoke the truth again: "Moo!"
With a crisp "clang" sound, Song Shuhua let go of her right hand and the sword fell to the ground. She fell softly and was supported by Li Muchan.
She fell limply into Li Muchan's arms, panting.
Li Muchan supported her with one hand and pressed her vest with the other. Internal energy gurgled in to help her. As soon as the internal energy entered her body, he felt her body was empty, as if she was exhausted after a big battle and had left the building empty.
Song Shuhua's eyes were dim and she leaned on Li Muchan, motionless.
After a long time, she struggled slightly and left Li Muchan's arms, her face turning red.
Li Muchan also felt lost, with the warm fragrance of soft jade falling into his arms. He hadn't felt this way for a long time. Seeing her shyness, he hurriedly asked: "What's going on with this sword?"
"Ah?" Song Shuhua was startled and said hurriedly: "This sword is too evil! Don't move!"
Li Muchan bent down and stopped halfway, turning to look at her.
Song Shuhua hurriedly said: "Don't touch it!"
Li Muchan retracted his hand and stood up: "What's going on?"
"This sword is very evil, it seems to be able to control people." Song Shuhua said.
Li Muchan nodded slowly: "I can tell."
"What's going on?" Song Shuhua frowned. She looked at the long sword lying on the ground with lingering fear. Although it still looked like a green-edge sword and was simple and unpretentious, she didn't dare to underestimate it anymore.
Li Muchan said: "I must have killed too many people and been contaminated with too much evil energy, so it affected the owner of the sword. Is it an illusion?"
Song Shuhua stared at the sword. Shen Su said: "As soon as I grasped the sword, I only had one thought in my mind. I wanted to see blood and kill people. I was controlled by a rage, and I wanted to kill everyone in the world!"
Li Muchan nodded slowly: "It seems that is indeed the case. Let's try it more."
"Don't try!" Song Shuhua hurriedly waved her hands and hummed: "You can control me if I become a demon. Once you become a demon, the world will be in chaos. Who can control you?"
Li Muchan smiled and said: "I practice Buddhist mental methods to control these things, it doesn't matter."
"No, let's talk about it later." Song Shuhua shook her head with lingering fear.
Li Muchan smiled and suddenly waved, and the sword flew up and got into his hand. Song Shuhua's eyes widened in surprise and she looked at him nervously.
Li Muchan holds the sword in his right hand, holds the sword formula with his left hand, and slowly touches the sword body. A bright light seems to shine on the sword body, flickers and then disappears.
Li Muchan's face was solemn and his brows were furrowed.
He didn't expect the sword to be so powerful. The evil energy was like substance, pouring in continuously from both palms, from the arms to the top of the head, and then to the heart.
His internal energy was spinning rapidly, circulating endlessly in his meridians, impacting these two strands of cold energy, but it was difficult to reverse the trend. The cold energy ignored the obstruction of his internal energy and slowly rushed to two places.
Even though he was frightened, he still remained calm and suddenly uttered a mantra. The mantra circulated in his organs, and the two cold air melted away like ice and snow meeting boiling water.
Li Muchan knew he had found a way to deal with it. He made a ground seal with his left hand, put it on the sword, and spat out a mantra again. His clothes suddenly shook.
Song Shuhua felt an invisible force surge over her body, like a huge wave hitting her body. She involuntarily took a few steps back and pressed against the wall.
Li Muchan breathed a long sigh of relief, formed a seal again, lit the sword, and uttered a mantra at the same time, and the sword flashed again.
Li Muchan never stopped, forming seals and spitting out mantras continuously. He spit out thirty-six mantras in one breath before stopping.
Song Shuhua discovered that the sword had changed. The original simplicity disappeared and became as smooth as ice, with a hint of coldness.
Li Muchan suddenly threw the sword, and the long sword flipped in the air. Li Muchan formed hand seals with his hands, forming more than a dozen hand seals in an instant. Then he spat out the mantra and pointed his hand seal at the long sword in the air.
The long sword seemed to pause in the air for a moment, and then was thrown up again by invisible force. Li Muchan continued to form seals, uttered the truth, pointed at the long sword with his hand seals, and struck the long sword again.
Song Shuhua stared closely, not knowing what Li Muchan was doing, but she saw that he was using the Supreme Vajra Bodhi Sutra, but she didn't know what he was doing with this sword.
Li Muchan used it nine times in one breath before stopping. At this time, the long sword became bright, like a stream of autumn water flowing, and fell lightly into his hand.
Li Muchan's face was as pale as paper and he smiled bitterly: "What a treasure!"
"Are you okay?" Song Shuhua asked hurriedly. She had not dared to disturb him before, but she kept thinking about it. She knew that performing the Supreme Vajra Bodhi Sutra consumes a lot of energy and energy.
Li Muchan shook his head: "I almost couldn't control it!"
"What on earth is going on?" Song Shuhua asked, pointing to the long sword in his hand.
Li Muchan sighed: "I don't know either. This sword contains a powerful evil spirit. It almost has sanity. Fortunately, I have cultivated the Buddhist mind method."
If he had not mastered the Supreme Vajra Bodhi Sutra, it would be very difficult for him to withstand the evil force of this sword. He was not very sure, and now he could hardly resist.
"How could it become like this?" Song Shuhua was puzzled.
Li Muchan said: "Maybe this sword killed too many people, and the evil spirit formed condensed into spiritual consciousness. The material of this sword is also very strange."
"Can I take it this time?" Song Shuhua pointed to the long sword in Li Muchan's hand.
Li Muchan shook his head: "No."
"Didn't you surrender?" Song Shuhua snorted.
Li Muchan shook his head and said with a smile: "It's just that I surrendered, but if others move, it will backfire. This sword is too fierce, so it's better to touch it less often, it's ominous!"
"I don't believe this!" Song Shuhua said hard, but she didn't dare to touch it again.
However, she had a deep love for swords. When she saw the watery blade of the sword, she was really curious. She took a closer look and said, "Bring it to me. I won't touch it. I'll just look at it."
Li Muchan smiled and picked up the sword and brought it to her. She moved as close as possible and almost touched the sword. But the cold air stopped her.
From a foot away, she could feel the cold air on the sword. This cold air was different from the ordinary cold air. It was like a real cold needle, and it hurt when it pricked her body.
"Eh?!" She was suddenly startled and said in surprise: "There are words on this sword!"
Li Muchan smiled and said: "Where?"
As he spoke, he also brought the sword to himself, looked at it and smiled.
"Come closer and take a look. No, you have to move. The words are flashing inside. If you don't move, they won't flash." Song Shuhua waved her hand, indicating for him to rotate the sword.
Li Muchan turned the sword around as he was told, and sure enough he saw two words flowing inside the sword.
"Drinking blood..." Song Shuhua pondered and sighed: "It's really murderous!"
The sword body is watery like a stream of autumn water, but when it is turned over, it glows with a faint red light, as if it contains blood, which is quite strange and awe-inspiring.
Song Shuhua took two steps back, shook her head and said, "I don't like this sword anymore!"
Li Muchan smiled and said: "This sword is a deadly weapon, but it is extremely powerful when used properly."
He felt the power of this sword, which could break the Gang Qi. The evil Qi on the sword was infinitely powerful, and its solidity and sharpness were stronger than his own Gang Qi.
With this sword, the sword technique is infinitely powerful even without the use of mental techniques. It can break the body's protective aura, and even a warrior can kill the master.
This is a weapon that has completely broken through the shackles of the realm. If anyone knew about it, it would definitely cause a bloody storm and a crazy scramble.
His face changed slightly, and he felt that this blood-drinking sword was a problem. His mind was like lightning, and in a blink of an eye, he thought of why the Fan family was so desperate to attack back.
They are not for gold and silver, but for this blood-drinking sword. With this sword, maybe the grandmaster can deal with the great grandmaster, which can be said to be a great killing weapon.
He rubbed the bridge of his nose and speculated on the Fan family's actions. They would first try desperately to grab the sword. If they couldn't grab it, they would jump over the wall and spread the news.
He frowned and pondered, thinking about how to deal with it.
After a long while, he put his hands on his hands and smiled, raised his head and said, "Miss, we have to do the same thing again!"
"Why are you using the same trick again?" Song Shuhua looked at his smile and knew she was in trouble again.
Li Muchan smiled and said: "This sword is of great importance. Sooner or later it will implicate us. Rather than doing this, it is better to strike preemptively."
"How to strike first?" Song Shuhua asked.
Li Muchan asked: "Do you know how powerful this sword is?"
Song Shuhua nodded: "It is indeed very evil, will it backfire on the master?"
Li Muchan shook his head: "This is indeed a sword. It can break the Gang Qi. It should be caused by killing too many people. If a warrior who is proficient in swordsmanship gets it, it is enough to kill the master."
"Really?!" Song Shuhua took a breath.
It is as difficult for a warrior to kill a grandmaster as it is as difficult as climbing to the sky, because a warrior's internal strength is far less solid than a grandmaster's, just like the tide meets a rock, no matter how powerful the tide is, it cannot hit the rock.
The emergence of this blood-drinking sword breaks this common sense, and the consequences are unpredictable. The grandmasters will never allow the emergence of this sword. Once word spreads, whoever takes this sword will be the public enemy of the grandmaster.
"Are you worried that the news will spread to the Fan family?" Song Shuhua was smart enough to guess why Li Muchan's face was so serious.
Li Muchan nodded slowly: "If they don't get it, they will definitely spread it."
"What should we do?" Song Shuhua asked.
Li Muchan smiled and said: "Strike first!"
Song Shuhua's bright eyes lit up: "Are you going to spread rumors again?"
Li Muchan laughed: "That's right!... Let's strike first. Let's just say that the Fan family has a blood-drinking sword, which is hidden in a dark room."
"Li Wuji, you are so bad!" Song Shuhua snorted.
Li Muchan smiled and said: "This is also a last resort to protect yourself."
"Humph, okay, I will send people to spread it out, but only if others believe it." Song Shuhua said.
Li Muchan smiled: "It depends on them whether you believe it or not. If there is news in the future that the Blood Drinking Sword is with us, we will be able to argue. There is a buffer."
"You're right." Song Shuhua hummed.
She turned to look at the blood-drinking sword and hummed: "But if you really want to put this sword away, it's better to hide it without moving. If you are controlled by it, it will be fatal!"
Li Muchan's martial arts skills are too strong and he has endless secret techniques. Once he loses control, I really don't know who can control him. It will be too harmful.
Li Muchan nodded and smiled: "Okay."
He sheathed the sword and tied it to his waist. He smiled and said, "It doesn't matter if the sword doesn't come out of its sheath."
"Alas..., in my opinion, it would be better to destroy it. The consequences will be endless!" Song Shuhua shook her head.
Li Muchan said: "This sword has a great secret. It would be a pity to destroy it."
"Forget it, I can't talk to you." Song Shuhua rolled her eyes at him, and the two of them left the house and returned to Li Muchan's own house.
Li Muchan did not live in this courtyard, but found a room in the adjacent courtyard. This was originally the residence of the core disciples. It was far worse than Fan Wuyuan's place.
He shook his head. Compared with Lu Chengjiang, Fan Wuyuan was a bit inferior. Looking at Lu Chengjiang's house, the layout was the same as that of other disciples. There was no special treatment.
He usually eats in the same pot, and his every move is integrated with the disciples. How can the disciples die without serving him?
Therefore, no matter how difficult the times are, the morale of Taihuatang is always high and there is no sign of disunity.
Half an hour later, a commotion came from the gate, but it was the disciples of Xiyang Hall who were making trouble. They walked out of Xiyang Hall somehow, and suddenly came to their senses. There was nothing they wanted to take.
When I took it out, I ended up with nothing.
How could they be willing to do so? Although they were afraid of Li Muchan's magic, they were emboldened by the strength of their numbers, so they gathered together and came back to cause trouble.
Mo Lao and Chang Lao naturally ignored them and allowed them to yell without saying a word. They blocked the door and threw them out as soon as they got close.
After a while, they were all thrown to the ground and couldn't get up for a while. Song Shuhua heard the shouting and went out to take a look.
When everyone saw Song Shuhua coming out, they shouted again and wanted to be reasonable. Song Shuhua sneered and glanced at everyone: "Mr. Mo, Mr. Chang, if they go forward, they will directly interrupt the dog tui!"
Mr. Mo and Mr. Chang nodded hurriedly: "Yes, Miss!"
Song Shuhua glanced sideways at the crowd and hummed: "A bunch of rabble, no wonder Xiyang Hall was destroyed! Get away from me, I don't bother to look at you wimps!"
Being insulted by a woman in this way, they were very angry and their anger rose to the sky.
A middle-aged man in gray clothes jumped up and rushed towards her. Mo Lao's figure was like lightning. He grabbed the middle-aged man in gray clothes and then chopped it down with his palm. There was a crisp "click" sound, and the middle-aged man in gray clothes screamed loudly.
He flew two feet away and landed heavily on the ground, holding his thighs and screaming as he rolled over.
Mr. Mo and Mr. Chang looked as usual. Song Shuhua frowned, thinking that this person was very noisy. Why didn't Mr. Mo take the opportunity to click on his tongue?
Song Shuhua glanced at everyone coldly, snorted, twisted and left. Everyone felt chills in their hearts. She was such a cruel and ruthless beauty, not to be messed with!
They quickly figured out that it was impossible to get their things back, and it was better to leave early to avoid these two old guys from actually killing them.
After all the disturbances, Li Muchan calmed down, and a group of people soon arrived, but it was the two flag masters of Taihuatang who led the way, totaling about fifty people.
After they arrived, Xiyang Hall immediately became lively. They practiced in the martial arts field every day, and Li Muchan taught them some moves from time to time.
Li Xi and Li Le also followed. They have been taught by Li Muchan, and their martial arts have improved by leaps and bounds, especially when they join forces, they are more powerful.
The Fan family did not come to harass them again. They seemed to have lost confidence and did not want to take back Xiyang Hall. Li Muchan had a rare quiet life.
He Lizhu and others came over from time to time to go shopping or learn martial arts with Song Shuhua. They were quite happy.
Li Muchan devoted himself to studying the blood-drinking sword.
The blood-drinking sword contains a great mystery, and Li Muchan wants to unravel it. He wants to know why it can invade the mind, and it is just a dead object, but it has such magical effects.
There are many ancient swords left in the world, but none as strange as this. This sword must contain a big secret that he wants to unlock.
Every day he would recite the Supreme Vajra Bodhi Sutra dozens of times to bless the sword, and only use the method of meditation to remove the evil spirit from the sword.
The Supreme Rudraksha Sutra has infinite mysteries, and he had an inexplicable inspiration and realized that this wonderful use was indeed extremely effective.
Li Muchan can only perform the Supreme Vajra Bodhi Sutra a limited number of times now. If he had not mastered the last method and had an endless supply of energy and spirit to replenish it, he could only perform it once, but now he can perform it more than thirty times.
He tried his best to perform the Supreme Vajra Bodhi Sutra until he could no longer perform it. When he performed it again the next day, he was often able to perform it once or twice more. He continued to break through the limits and became more energetic.
Every time he casts the Supreme Rudraksha Sutra, he will integrate his mind into the sword and come into contact with the chaotic spirit in the sword. One is to forge the spirit, and the next day he can cast the Supreme Rudraksha Sutra more, mostly due to this method.
, the two want to know the secret of this sword.
Half a month later, when he performed the Supreme Vajra Bodhi Sutra fifty times in one breath, and then his mind and soul were in harmony, he was overjoyed and had a glimpse of the mystery of the blood-drinking sword.