Xiao Su shook his head and sighed: "Alas, I can't stop you, but remember to protect yourself, don't be reckless, if you are not defeated, you will flee immediately!"

Li Muchan smiled: "Don't worry, you still understand this!"

"As long as I remember this, I'll be relieved!" Xiao Su smiled.

Li Muchan said: "The three senior brothers still have to worry about the master, help them at a critical time, relieve their fatigue, and extend the practice time as much as possible." ”

Xiao Su nodded: "Well, I understand, don't worry." ”

Li Muchan thought about it, and there was nothing else, so he hugged his fists and said goodbye, and left the King Kong Gate directly.

Wild Sandgate

On the largest martial arts training ground in the sect, all the disciples of the Crazy Sand Sect gathered together, forming a circle and surrounding more than two dozen people in the middle.

More than two dozen old men surrounded the three middle-aged people, their expressions were nervous, their faces were serious, and their eyes were full of anger.

The three middle-aged men were wearing leather jackets, their right shoulder was exposed, their copper-colored skin was shiny, their muscles were raised, and their lines were hard and pressing.

Their facial features are very deep, and their eyes are extraordinarily bright, and at a glance, they know that they are not from Eastern Chu, but the blood of the Great Khan, and they are resolute and firm.

At this time, they leaned on their backs, forming a triangle, squinting at the old people around them quite indifferently, sneering and shaking their heads.

More than 20 old men stared at the three of them nervously, they had heard of their prestige, and just these three people actually picked the majestic King Kong Gate, which was really not to be underestimated.

The Crazy Sand Gate dared to fight with the Golden Net Gate, not by its own strength, but by the support of the Taiyi Sect, and after the alliance with the Flame Sect, the Wild Sand Gate alone was by no means the opponent of the King Kong Gate, which they knew very well.

These three can pick the Vajra Gate, and it is not difficult to pick the crazy Shamen.

Thinking of this, they felt weak in their hearts, but they had already hit the door, and they couldn't run away without a fight, the Crazy Shamen was really finished, with the King Kong Gate as the foundation, it was nothing that they couldn't beat these three guys, but if they fled without a fight, they would really destroy the Crazy Shamen.

As a person in the martial arts, even if you can't fight, you have to fight, but it is cowardice to run away without a fight, even if the martial arts are high, it is useless, and you are a waste person.

"What are you three, report your name!" an old man shouted in a deep voice.

He has white hair and frosty eyebrows, his face is ruddy like a baby, he is really a crane-haired childish face, and his eyes are clear and bright, like a young man, without the curtain of an old man at all.

He stared at the three of them tightly, his gaze like lightning, and it was terrifying.

The shortest middle-aged man laughed: "Only after beating us can you be qualified to know our name!"

"Okay, then let's see the real chapter under our hands!" The old man sighed and waved his hand violently: "You're welcome, everyone go up together and kill them!"

More than two dozen old men drew their swords out of their sheaths, and the sword light in the sky overwhelmed the three of them.

............

"Ding Ding Ding Ding ......" three brilliant rays of light lit up, breaking through the sword light in the sky, as if the three silver dragons were moving around in all directions.

The three silver dragons protected the three of them, and let the sword light attack wildly in the sky, but the three of them were safe and sound, but instead took the opportunity to injure the three old men.

The sword light danced wildly, like water and electricity, but it couldn't break through the defense of the three silver dragons, just like the sea slapping on a reef, no matter how fierce it was, it was useless.

In the blink of an eye, nearly a hundred moves passed, and three more old men were injured and retreated, leaving the battle circle, and six people had already broken in this moment.

The sword light of more than a dozen people was still very powerful, enveloping the three of them, but the people around them felt cold in their hearts and a sense of despair.

More than 20 top masters still can't help these three people, it seems that there is no luck in Crazy Shamen today, and they are really going to be picked by the three of them.

At this moment, a black light crossed, flashed away, and crashed into the sword light in the sky, the lights sounded crisply, a silver dragon stuttered for a moment, and the sword light in the sky immediately rolled in, but the other two silver dragons rose violently, protecting the three of them, blocking the sword light that took advantage of the weakness outside.

People turned their heads to look over and saw a young man in yellow standing on the edge of the martial arts training ground with his hands in his hands.

"King Kong Gate Li Wuji!" someone exclaimed.

Li Muchan hugged his fists, smiled at everyone, and flicked his fingers at him, and a black light crossed and collided with a silver dragon again.

This black light is his iron bullet, carrying a strong internal force, threatening more than the sword light in the sky, accurately hitting the silver dragon, making it stagnate.

However, these three silver dragons are very tough, and after being hit by iron bullets, they can make up for it immediately, Li Muchan frowned, and an iron bullet popped out in both hands at the same time. ,

Two black lights flashed, each hitting a silver dragon, but the third silver dragon skyrocketed, protecting the three of them, although a little embarrassed, but finally caught the sword light in the sky.

At this time, the people of the Crazy Shamen also saw clearly, Li Muchan was helping them, but he didn't go up to make it difficult, at this time, if there was a little help, he would be more victorious, and he couldn't manage so much.

As for the grievances with the Vajra Gate, it's not too late to clean up these three first.

Li Muchan frowned, knowing that the iron bullet was useless, he disappeared in place in a flash, and then appeared in the circle in a flash, and reached the innermost. The heavy thunder sword on his waist flashed out of its sheath, and then the tip of the sword reached the chest of the shortest Great Khan. Former.

"Ding ......" A silver dragon came in an overbearing, flew from the oblique side, and hit the Shen Thunder Sword, brittle, the sound sounded slowly, and it was endless, Li Muchan reluctantly took a step back.

............

He only felt that the mighty power came from the sword, like a river pouring down, and he couldn't resist it, if he didn't retreat, he would succeed, but his breath would stagnate.

There are three people in front of them, this stagnant kung fu, the other two will never let themselves gasp, the best way can only be to take a step back, unload the strength of Pei Ran, and swing the thunder sword to defend by the way.

"Ding Ding Ding Ding ......" another silver dragon flew in, and the Shen Thunder Sword struck, constantly dividing and combining, emitting a series of clear sounds, listening to the rain hitting the plantains.

Li Muchan secretly thought that it was really powerful, the cooperation of these three people was seamless, not inferior to the cooperation between himself and Zhao Mingyue, and the strength of his skills was even better.

I didn't expect the master of the Great Khan to be so powerful, not inferior to the Tianyi faction, and the silver dragon formed by the scimitar contained strange power, which made people unguardable.

He gritted his teeth secretly, if he couldn't suppress them, the Great Khan would taste the sweetness, and he would definitely send people in a steady stream, and the Dongchu Wulin would be peaceful forever.

His mind was racing, one thought after another flew in, and before it disappeared, another thought came, one thought emerged and one thought disappeared, and he kept being born and died, but he didn't stop swinging the sword in his hand.

The silver dragon turned into a scimitar kept fighting with his Shen Thunder Sword, and the sword came with the power of Haohao, but fortunately, Li Muchan was perfect for the internal strength, although it was a little difficult but could be removed.

The two exchanged hundreds of moves in a blink of an eye, and with Li Muchan's restraint, more than a dozen old men blocked the attack of the two silver dragons, and the scene was deadlocked.

The spirits of the people of the Wild Sand Gate were greatly lifted and they saw hope, if they continued like this, as long as these three people were exhausted, they would be able to win the battle and protect the Wild Sand Gate.

Li Muchan resisted the ferocious silver dragon attack while thinking about the way to win, thinking about it, there is really no way to take a trick, if Zhao Mingyue is here, the two of them join forces, and the sword trick can block these three people, although there is no certainty of victory, but it will never be defeated.

There is no other way to live in the moment, but to use the Ming King Sutra.

Thinking of it, his face suddenly sank, and the air around him seemed to sink, and the Great Ming King Sutra had been unfolded.

With the strength of his spirit and the increase in the number of casts, he has become more and more skilled in casting the Ming King Sutra, and he does not have to launch as vigorously as before, and it is just a thought to want the Ming King to come...... It's done in an instant.

Shen Thunder Sword suddenly disappeared without a trace.

"Uh......" with a muffled snort, followed by a silver dragon disappeared, the shortest Great Khan holding his chest. The sword stared at Li Muchan in surprise, and blood was gurgling in his mouth.

Li Muchan only felt that the sword body was like being cast in iron and stone, and he wanted to put it out but didn't move at all, which was really evil.

"Horn, don't drink, kill!" Another Great Khan let out a strange angry shout, and stabbed at Li Muchan with a fierce sword, and the sword light was extremely fast, and instantly reached Li Muchan's chest.

Li Muchan wanted to draw his sword to block, but in desperation, he smashed out a fierce punch, just hitting the scimitar blade, with a crisp "ding", and the scimitar flew out with a whirlpool.

This punch is the twelve divine hammers, it is the second hammer, and the strength of this punch amplifies its own internal force twice, and the power is amazing.

If he hadn't been too hasty, he wouldn't have had time to use the third, fourth, or even fifth hammers with more complicated mental techniques, and only had time to cast the second hammer, which happened to block this knife.

......

He cast the Great Ming King Sutra, and his internal strength had skyrocketed by three or four times, plus the Twelve Divine Hammers, the power was seven or eight times stronger, which was amazing.

After this punch, the sweaty man couldn't hold the scimitar, and the tiger's mouth burst directly and bleed. Another Great Khan master attacked with a scimitar, and Li Muchan then punched out again, this time with preparation, he was able to use it calmly, it was the fifth punch of the Twelve Divine Fists. , this punch was stronger than just now, and it directly shook the scimitar again.

He reached out and pulled out the Shen Thunder Sword, and suddenly a bloody arrow splattered, he dodged sideways, and then stabbed at another Khan man with a sword.

"Ding ......" another scimitar appeared, blocking the Shen Lei Sword.

This scimitar is small and delicate, like a dagger, but the power from the blade is even stronger, Li Muchan frowned, and used the sword trick to stab out in an instant.

"Ding ......" another clear sound, and the scimitar-like dagger blocked the Shen Thunder Sword again.

Li Muchan frowned, this man's knife technique was extremely strange, and the power from the blade was strange, mixed with a unique yin evil, and it was a little laborious to dissolve.

The sword trick of the god is a quick word, like a lightning strike, but the strength of the sword is a little worse, far inferior to the twelve divine hammers, and the collision with this dagger-like scimitar is not flattering.

After Li Muchan couldn't make a few swords in a row, he put the Shen Lei Sword back into the sheath, and used the Twelve Divine Hammers again, hitting it straight out.

There was a crisp "ding...... sound, and a scimitar-like dagger flew out.

His Hammer of the Twelve Gods was not only heavy, but also accurate, and it hit the dagger's knife right away, and then smashed out again, meeting the man's fist.

There was a muffled "bang", Li Muchan stood in place, the man took two steps back, his face turned red, and his eyes flickered.

Another man took care of the short man with blood gushing from his chest, and was taking out a jade bottle and pouring out the pill for him to take, and got some ointment to apply it, stopping the bleeding, and seeing that the situation could save his life.

Li Muchan squinted his eyes slightly, looking at the man in front of him, although his heart was cold and his feelings were a little indifferent, he did not delay the flow of thoughts, but became faster and clearer.

With the strength of the spirit, and the cultivation of the immeasurable light heart sutra, when he cast the Ming King Sutra, the influence became smaller and smaller, not as cold and ruthless as before, and now although the feelings are still a little indifferent, but it is only a little bit, there is no big impact.

His thinking was like electricity, and in a blink of an eye, he realized that this man's cultivation was two or three times that of his own cultivation, if it weren't for the Ming King Sutra, he would definitely not be his opponent.

Now he has cast the Daming King Sutra and stabilized him, but his heart is strange, and his martial arts are also strange, but it is not easy to win, maybe there is a mastery at the bottom of the box.

......

Thinking of this, he had the heart to fight quickly, and he broke off, as if he had asked for a thunderbolt in the air, and immediately cast the Twelve Divine Hammers, punching out one punch at a time.

"Bang bang......" The tall man kept retreating, the essence in his eyes flashed even more, Li Muchan was secretly awe-inspiring, sure enough, he had a mastery at the bottom of the box, and the anti-shock force was getting stronger and stronger.

If it goes on like this, he may not be able to suppress him, he seems to be performing a strange mastery, slowly becoming stronger, and the more he fights, the stronger he becomes, if it goes on like this, it won't take long for him to counterattack

Thinking of this, he slowly took a step back, and the sixth heart of the Twelve Divine Hammers slowly flowed, at this time he could only take a risk, and the sixth hammer was not practiced, but relying on the Daming King Sutra, maybe he could give it a try.

He has the Daming King Sutra, he is a master of the Great Khan, and he also has a mastery at the bottom of the box, which seems to be a secret method to stimulate potential, and it has the potential to overshadow, which he has never seen, so he can only work hard.

"Bang!" a punch was struck, and the air in front of the fist rippled like a lake, and then shattered like ice cubes, exploded, and the fist appeared.

"Bang!" the two fists collided together, and the people around them involuntarily narrowed their eyes and took two steps back, and the surging power surged like a tide, bringing their bodies up.

When the power surged, like a gust of wind, their eyes couldn't be opened, and when they opened their eyes again, they saw Li Muchan and the middle-aged man each taking two steps back, their faces were solemn, staring straight at each other, motionless, unable to see who won and who lost.

People widened their eyes and looked at the two of them, Shiyou couldn't see anything unusual, and Li Muchan looked at his face...... staring at each other without blinking, the middle-aged man also widened his eyes, his essence flickered, and he stared at Li Muchan, both of them looked solemn and refused to give in to each other.

Li Muchan suddenly laughed, slowly regained his momentum, and showed a look of approval: "Okay, no puppet is a master of the Great Khan, admire!"

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