Li Muchan cast - disappeared and appeared more than 20 zhang away, but the little flying squirrel turned into a streamer, and chased it in an instant, pulling it like a thread, and Li Muchan was not separated from each other.

Li Muchan raised his eyebrows, since there was a small move, it was the first time that someone ...... There are animals chasing so closely that they can't get out.

Although he could get out once he used the Great Movement Technique, he was not in a hurry to see what skills this little flying squirrel had that made those fierce sand ghosts so frightened.

He stopped suddenly, the oblique light flashed, and the tip of the sword had already pierced the little flying squirrel, although it was as fast as a streamer, it was not as fast as Li Muchan's sword.

"A ......", with a crisp sound, the tip of the sword pierced the tail of the flying squirrel, and it flew out with a swing, squeaking twice, and its big eyes full of aura revealed annoyance.

Li Muchan was surprised, the blood-drinking sword cut the spider mud, but it couldn't pierce its fur, and the soft and smooth fluff was as hard as a treasure armor.

The flying squirrel was very angry, and "squeaked" twice, turning into a streamer, which was faster, and instantly arrived in front of Li Muchan.

Li Muchan's horizontal sword blocked, "Ding" made a crisp sound, he smoothed out, slid out two feet away on the sand, and the long sword stopped at a little sand.

He looked at the little flying squirrel in amazement, looking at it as petite as a cat, this time it hit, but it was like a giant elephant, it turned into a streamer again, and with a crisp sound, Li Muchan slid out two feet away.

Its eyes widened, it glared at Li Muchan viciously, and hit it again, Li Muchan drew an arc, and the round light collided with it.

"Bang!" there was a muffled sound, and it bounced back.

"Squeak" it screamed, shook its fluffy tail in the air, and shot Li Muchan's sword light again with a twist, and the round light met it.

"Bang!" In the muffled sound, it bounced back again, although it had the strength of a thousand catties, and it couldn't please Li Muchan's superb swordsmanship and his divine power.

"Squeak squeak!" it screamed again and again, and when Li Muchan's sword light circled, it shook its tail, and its body folded to avoid the sword light, and drilled from the left side.

Li Muchan moved his body horizontally, and the arc sword light met it again, and it was bounced out again, letting out a "squeak" scream.

Li Muchan laughed and thought it was funny.

Although it was indomitable and could not attack the blocking of Li Muchan's sword light, it attacked without stopping, as if it had infinite energy, and attacked fifty or sixty times in a while.

Li Muchan fought with it with great interest, wanting to see what it was capable of, the whole body was invulnerable, the strength was infinite, and the speed was like electricity, this little flying squirrel was indeed talented, and it was difficult for ordinary people to reach.

Even if it is an ordinary grandmaster master, it is difficult to escape its poisonous hands, Li Muchan tried to find out that its claws can tear apart the gangqi, he just tried to smash out a punch, the fist is as strong as the substance, but it was scratched by its small claws, and it was scattered, which is really amazing.

The two were fighting together, you came and I were very happy, Li Muchan's feet suddenly "bang" a muffled sound, yellow sand splashed, a thin sand ghost appeared behind him, and two black lights hit his vest.

When Li Muchan noticed the abnormality, the black light had already reached the back, and he disappeared in place in a flash, and the small transfer technique was powerful, which could be avoided.

The vest can clearly feel the cold and evil qi of Sen Sen, a little later, the consequences are unpredictable, these two thin needles are highly poisonous, they should have killed a lot of people, he can feel it through its evil qi.

Since he had the Blood Drinking Sword, he has become more and more sensitive to the evil qi, and through the evil qi, he can vaguely detect how many people he has killed, and these two thin needles have killed no less than a hundred people, and the evil qi is like substance.

He appeared thirty feet away and looked at it, the moonlight shone on the face of the sand ghost like water, and the black face was faintly painted with some patterns, which looked a little weird.

He looks no different from other sand ghosts, the only difference is that he has a pair of eyes, clear and bright, unlike other sand ghosts, who only have anger and a bit of wisdom.

Li Muchan raised his eyebrows, it seemed that he was a big man, but he whistled, and the flying squirrel fell on his shoulder, and he was "squeaking" non-stop.

The sand ghost touched the flying squirrel, "squeaked" twice, and then stomped his foot violently, and then burrowed into the sand, and the flying squirrel "squeaked" and shot at Li Muchan with a scream.

Li Muchan floated back, and at the same time swung his sword and slapped at the flying squirrel, ".ding" crisp, the sound of the flying squirrel bounced, and then folded in the air and pounced.

Li Muchan dealt with the flying squirrel while concentrating on the sand ghost, but it was blurry, he couldn't sense it at all, if he was in the mudra, he should be able to sense the sand ghost, but at this time he was entangled by the flying squirrel and couldn't calm down, so he could only concentrate on his intuition and act completely on his instinct. ...,

He suddenly closed his eyes, stood still, and waved his sword to form a light curtain, the flying squirrel kept changing directions when he saw this, but Li Muchan could accurately change the direction of the sword light and knock it away.

"Ding Ding Ding ......" The sound of the sound was loud, and it was extremely fast, popping up and pounced, pounced and pounced, and pounced, almost without interval.

Li Muchan suddenly opened his eyes, moved a foot horizontally, fluttering like a lotus flower swinging on the surface of the water, staring at the feet just now, two blue thin needles were standing in the sand, if he didn't change direction just now, he would definitely step on it.

Li Muchan's heart jumped, this sand ghost is really weird, the door is not small, and he can't be guarded against, but he can't touch his traces, if he wants to find him, he can only calm down and settle down, but this little flying squirrel has been harassing him non-stop, and he can't stop and settle down.

Although he can multi-purpose and has a strong spirit, he can't do it between hands, and he can settle down when he moves, but that is when he is practicing by himself, and it is different from others.

"Ding Ding Ding ......" The flying squirrel seemed to be not tired, and attacked wildly, Li Muchan was a little annoyed, and suddenly let out a broken drink.

The little flying squirrel was startled, and its petite figure froze for a moment, appearing in the air.

This sound was drunk by Li Muchan in mantra, using the lion's roar of Buddhism, directly attacking the heart, although the little flying squirrel was as hard as steel and as fast as electricity, his heart was not firm enough, and he was drank.

Li Muchan appeared behind it in a flash, the sword light flashed, and there was a crisp sound, and the blow hit the back of its head.

It reacted and wanted to dodge, Li Muchan's sword was faster, the tip of the sword had already stabbed, and it flew away, staggering, as if drunk.

Li Muchan laughed out loud, but instead of chasing after him, he sat cross-legged on the sand, put the blood-drinking sword on his lap, sealed his hands, and immediately entered the center.

Once he settled, his mind suddenly concentrated, his facial features and feelings increased several times, everything around him was clear and into his heart, the moonlight, the breeze, the sand, and the earth slowly merged into one.

He suddenly opened his eyes, pressed the thumb of his left hand, sneered, and hit the little flying squirrel that turned into a streamer, and stabbed down with the sword in his right hand, "You ......" with a crisp sound, and then disappeared.

Li Muchan frowned, and the seal of his hands suddenly let out a broken cry, like thunder in the night sky, shattering the peace, the little flying squirrel stagnated, and Li Muchan's fingers followed closely and knocked it away.

He slashed his sword on his lap again, closed his eyes and settled, the feeling that had just faded floated again, and as his spirit grew, he blended in with his surroundings much faster.

In front of the well, he settled extremely fast, this is the instinct that has been practiced since childhood, and penetrates deep into the bone marrow, but it is not so easy to integrate with heaven and earth, and it is necessary to adjust the state of mind, and the heart is like a wild ape, and it is not easy to lie down.

Now that his spirit has been strengthened, it is much easier to subdue the heart ape, and he can quickly adjust his state of mind and enter the realm of the unity of heaven and man, in this realm, all the abnormal movements around him cannot escape his feelings.

Suddenly, he opened his eyes, the sword light flashed, and he pierced down again, and ......another crisp sound came from the sand.

Li Muchan knew that this sand ghost was wearing a body protection armor, and he could actually block the blood-drinking sword, which was really powerful, but the power on the sword was not so easy to remove, not only his divine power, but also contained strange internal strength.

His sword light flashed again, followed by a sword stabbing out, ".morning ......" was crisp again, he sneered and took out his sword one after another, the sword light flickered, and the tinkling sounded non-stop.

"Squeak!" In the scream, the flying squirrel came over again, Li Muchan pressed his thumb, and the middle finger of "snort" was agitated.

The flying squirrel wagged its tail in the air, the speed did not decrease, but it avoided the finger force, Li Muchan "Huh", this little guy is very smart, he is single-minded, the sword light in his right hand flashes, and the power of his left finger is agitated, although the speed of the little flying squirrel is fast, Li Muchan shoots a salvo with five fingers, and the finger force forms a net, which cannot be flickered.

With a "bang", the little flying squirrel took a finger blow, and immediately flew out sideways, shooting ten meters away in the air, it suddenly twisted, and shot again.

Although Li Muchan's finger power is strong, he can't help it, he can only use brute force to knock it away, but he can't break through its defense, and it has great strength, but its body is petite, so it can't compete with Li Muchan's strength, but it unloads Li Muchan's power through flying shots, and it can't hurt it.

Li Muchan swung his sword while casting his fingers, the armor on the sand ghost was powerful, but Li Muchan was confident that he would defeat it, and every time the blood-drinking sword stabbed the same part, no matter how powerful the armor was, it could not be safe and sound under the attack method of dripping water through stones. ...,

"Whew!" a puff of blue needles burst out of the sand.

Li Muchan's sword light circled, threw it away, and shot at the flying flying squirrel, "ding, ding", the little flying squirrel screamed angrily.

Li Muchan's sword light does not stop, and he stabs down continuously, although the sand ghost's movements are fast and his escape skills are clever, but he can't escape under Li Muchan's sword, the armor can protect him from injury, but he can't remove thousands of catties of huge strength, and the sand is like a swamp, and the sword light keeps interrupting his escape technique, so he can't move an inch under the sword light, and can only be beaten passively.

"Bang!" the sand splashed, and the sand ghost finally jumped out, his chest rising and falling violently, and he breathed heavily, as if he had been holding his breath underwater for a long time, greedily breathing the air.

Li Muchan smiled faintly, the sword light caught up, and instantly stabbed him in the throat, the sand ghost stretched out his hand to block his throat, "Ding" made a crisp sound, the tip of the sword pierced the palm of his hand, Li Muchan frowned, he understood this time, he did not have armor, but hard bones.

The bones he stabbed before were all the bones of the sand ghosts, probably the palms of his hands, which could withstand the blood-drinking sword, and the bones of the sand ghosts were really stronger than steel!

This is really a bit unbelievable, but it is really presented in front of Li Muchan's eyes, his sword light is bright, and the sword light in the sky envelops the sand ghost.

The sand ghost waved his palm into a shadow, the palm shadow and the sword light were entangled, "Ding Ding Ding Ding" The sound of the clear sound was endless, the sand ghost kept retreating, Li Muchan's sword was strong, although his palm was hard, the power on the sword kept coming out, and he needed to retreat to resolve it.

Li Muchan's sword light is getting faster and faster, his left hand is still non-stop, and his five fingers are out to suppress the little flying squirrel, it is surprising at first glance, the speed is like electricity, hard as steel, and the force is infinite, it is really terrifying, but once it finds its weakness, it can be easily suppressed.

If Li Muchan doesn't have finger power, he can't do it, his finger power is stronger than palm and fist, its small claws can tear, but it can't even reach, five finger power together, it can only tear two at most, and the other three can shoot at the same time.

Li Muchan's spirit is all on the sand ghost, this sand ghost has clever methods, strange skills, it is really powerful, maybe there is a back move, you can't guard against it.

"Ding Ding Ding ......" In the sound of the clear sound, the sand ghost suddenly jumped into the sand again, Li Muchan was about to chase it, but his feet swung and avoided the blue needle in the sand again.

He was secretly annoyed in his heart that this trick was really vicious, and without the help of intuition, he would have died several times a long time ago, he snorted angrily and punched it out.

"Boom ......" the sand flying in the sky, his fist is as strong as a dragon, it is the dragon fist, the fist has a trace of his spirit, chasing the sand ghost, where the sand flies is really like a dragon in the ground.

Li Muchan's figure flickered, chasing after him, and the wild dragon fist smashed out again and again from the sky, looking down from the sky, like dragons swimming in the sand, many dragons playing with pearls.

"Bang!" There was a muffled sound, and the sand ghost flew into the air with the sand, Li Muchan's figure flashed, and he smashed into the sand ghost with a punch, and "bang" he shot out like a cannonball.

"Squeak ......" the little flying squirrel screamed and flew over, but Li Muchan ignored it, his figure flashed and disappeared in place, and the small movement was launched, and he appeared next to the flying sand ghost again, and his fists were smashed out at the same time, and he flew again with a "bang".

"Squeak squeak...... The little flying squirrel's eyes were red, and they shot like a streamer, but this time it was not shot at Li Muchan, but at the sand ghost.

Li Muchan ignored it, his figure flashed, and he appeared in front of the sand ghost again, smashing out his fists, each punch had a thousand catties of power, and knocked him away again.

The little flying squirrel pounced into the air, but continued to chase unyieldingly, Li Muchan flashed again, and smashed the sand ghost with two fists, he flew around in the air like a ball, but he never landed.

Li Muchan understood that he seemed to have no power to fight back, but he was stunned by his divine power, and once he landed, he could recover, and he must not be allowed to land.

Li Muchan punched one punch after another, his figure flickered, and the small movement was performed again and again, every time the sand ghost was beaten out, he never vomited blood, but was only dizzy.

Ten punches later, Li Muchan's sword light suddenly flashed, and suddenly stabbed into the center of the eyebrows, and in the clear sound of "ding", Li Muchan's left fist slammed the fencing handle, like a hammer smashing down, and the tip of the sword finally pierced into the center of the eyebrows.

With a twist of his wrist, the tip of his sword swirled, and then he drew his sword and retreated, and the sand ghost fell to the sand like a rag bag, and the clear light in his eyes slowly faded.

"Squeak!" the little flying squirrel let out a terrible scream, and in a flash, it had reached Li Muchan.

Li Muchan blocked the horizontal sword, "Ding" He flew straight out, the force of this collision was really terrifying, he retreated while walking in the void, dissolving the strength, his arm was sore, and he almost couldn't hold the sword. ...,

Seeing it go crazy, Li Muchan didn't want to be entangled anymore, his figure disappeared in a flash, and he appeared directly a mile away, performing a big transfer technique.

A smile appeared on his face, this sword was very fruitful, and the cool breath coming from the tip of the sword was as thick as a finger, pure and mellow, and the taste was endless.

Killing this one sand ghost is worth hundreds of other sand ghosts, and their breath is qualitatively different from this cool breath, just like the difference between a martial artist and a grandmaster.

He thought about it, and continued westward, always not giving up, although this time it was very dangerous, but there was always something to gain, I don't know what that little flying squirrel is, which makes the sand ghost so afraid, if it can be ambushed, it will be much easier to kill the sand ghost.

He smiled again and shook his head, this little flying squirrel has opened his mind, and at this time, I am afraid that he will hate himself to death, and it is not easy to ambush him.

He walked all the way west, more than a hundred miles, and again encountered a group of sand ghosts, and this time, they were still the same as before, and a thousand sand ghosts surrounded him together.

Li Muchan was too lazy to kill this time, so he made a few small moves, flashed the siege of all the sand ghosts, and calmly went west, they couldn't catch up with him at all.

After another hundred miles, Li Muchan's expression suddenly became solemn, he suddenly stopped his steps, his eyes flickered a few times, and he suddenly turned his head and left.

"Bang!" In the sand flying, more than a dozen sand ghosts flew out of the sand two feet away, like a ray of light shooting towards Li Muchan.

Li Muchan's body flickered, and he turned into a phantom, and when they pounced, the shadow dispersed, and the person had reached twenty zhang away, and more than a dozen sand ghosts directly plunged into the ground, and disappeared in an instant.

Li Muchan's heart was alarmed, these guys were much faster in the sand than outside, it was really terrifying, and he suddenly became a little curious about this escape technique

If such a retreat technique can be learned, it would be better to deal with them, and if the disciples of the Tempest Gorge can master it, these sand ghosts will lose their advantage, and they will definitely not be the opponents of the disciples of the Tempest Gorge.

The more he thought about it, the more excited he felt, his figure flickered, and he directly performed the Great Movement Technique.

Ten miles later, in the sound of "bang", fifteen sand ghosts flew out of the sand, turned their heads to look into the distance, and at the same time raised their heads to the sky and let out a loud roar.

Li Muchan walked along, carrying a sand ghost in each hand, his feet did not stop, the speed was like electricity, and he ran out of a hundred miles in a blink of an eye, and then stopped on a small sand dune.

He directly stunned the two sand ghosts, then sat cross-legged on the sand, closed his eyes slightly, and after making a few handprints on his hands, his right hand was like a sword, and his fingertips were on the eyebrows of a sand ghost.

His face turned red, then pale, and after a moment he slowly opened his eyes.

"Squeak ......" Suddenly there was a scream, a yellow shadow flew in the distance, and the next moment it had already arrived in front of him, Li Muchan waved his left hand together, and suddenly several fingers weaved into a net, covering the yellow shadow, it was the little flying squirrel.

The little flying squirrel waved its claws together, trying to tear the blocking fingers, but it was too late, so it could only fly out unwillingly, and then shoot again.

Li Muchan moved the five fingers of his left hand in unison, frowned, stared at the other sand ghost, and touched his chin with his right hand, thoughtfully...... ）