"Senior sister!" Li Muchan called, and he commanded ten movements, and his sword qi was vertical and horizontal. "Huh?" Wen Yinyue floated to his side, a faint fragrance. Li Muchan quickly made a gesture, then returned to his original state, and continued to suppress the nine people behind him with the Canghai Sword Qi, so that they could not get close. His sword aura is sharp and agile, extremely subtle, like a heavenly net, negligent but not leaky. Wen Yinyue bowed her head, came to the front, and spoke in a low voice with Master Zhuzhao and Yang Chong, the two hesitated for a moment, and turned their heads to look at Li Muchan. Wen Yinyue said two more words and nodded slowly. Master Zhuzhao suddenly shouted: "Separate!" Suddenly, the six people in front of them were divided into two, the Canghai Sword Sect was in a group of three, and the Penglai Pavilion was in a group of three, each running in the southeast and southwest directions, making Yu Li Muchan alone. The nine elders in the back were stunned when they saw it, and then they were furious, and they were also divided into two, and a team of four people chased to both sides respectively, and only one person was left to deal with Li Muchan. They wanted to concentrate their manpower to destroy the rest of the people first, and then clean up Li Muchan, and it was not a matter of a moment and a half to clean up Li Muchan, and as soon as they delayed, the remaining six people would have run out long ago. With such thoughts, only one old man was left to deal with Li Muchan, and the remaining eight people were divided into two groups to pursue, Li Muchan laughed and shot over. The old man's face was as pale as paper, like a zombie who had not seen the sun all year round, his eyes did not move for a long time, but he swung his sword like lightning, "Ding." Ding Ding Ding ...... "The sound of clear chimes is endless. Li Muchan commanded the movement, and the sword qi was vertical and horizontal, but the old man swung his sword to wrap his body, and he couldn't guard against the wind, and he couldn't do anything for a while. Li Muchan smiled and closed his fingers, and slapped his left palm straight over. The old man's "teacher" stabbed him directly into the palm, and his momentum was like an arrow...... With all his spirits and spirits, Li Muchan did not change his move, and let the tip of the sword stab into the palm of his hand. There was a crisp sound of "Ding ......", the tip of the sword was broken apart by the palm of the hand, and the thumb of Li Muchan's right hand had been pressed out. "Sneer...... The sound of tearing the cloth and silk, the finger force penetrated the old man. The old man's eyes widened in astonishment, and he looked directly at Li Muchan, his face was full of unwillingness, he wanted to stab Li Muchan's palm at the same time, and at the same time, he moved his body sideways to avoid the finger force. But he didn't expect that a strange internal force came from the sword, which drilled into his heart like a spiral, and the layers of internal force were like nothing, his heart hurt, and his eyes darkened. The action then stagnated, and this stagnant kung fu, Li Muchan's finger power had already arrived. Li Muchan shook his head and turned around and chased in the direction of Penglai Pavilion. ........................ Yang Zhong and the two Penglai Pavilion masters fell behind, and the cultivation of each of the four old men was similar to the two masters of Penglai Pavilion, and now it was four to three, which was even easier. When Li Muchan arrived, the situation was critical, and he was anxious, Penglai Pavilion was like this, and the Canghai Mountain must be the same, and he couldn't delay any longer! He appeared silently, his ten fingers moved at the same time, and the sword aura of Canghai came, and the four old men were suddenly in a hurry, and the situation changed sharply. At the same time, Li Muchan used the Canghai Divine Sword and crashed straight into one person. The old man's sword light was like snow, the cold air was cold, and he couldn't splash water around his body, and he couldn't help the Canghai Divine Sword, so he could only hear the sound of "ding ding ding" non-stop. In a blink of an eye, Li Muchan abandoned the Canghai Divine Sword and performed the Dragon Slaying Eight Style. "Ding......" He broke the tip of the sword with his left hand, slapped the opponent's chest with his right hand, and flew out. When the dragon slayer eight hands are used, the hands are as strong as iron stones, the speed is extremely fast, the best fight alone, and the power is endless, but the siege is dwarfed. Although the power of the Canghai Divine Sword is not as good as that of the Dragon Slayer, it is most suitable for group battles, finger plucking, fighting in all directions, and the power of fighting alone and group battles is almost the same. He interacted the two, and immediately saw the miracle effect. He killed one person, killed another person according to the law, turned around and left, and went to the Canghai Sword Sect on the other side, but when he saw that Zhu Zhaoshitai's left shoulder was bloody, he didn't care about bandaging the wound, and let it bleed, and the lotus flowers on the sword were like substance. There is a lotus phantom around Wen Yinyue, as if the whole person is wrapped in a lotus flower, both hands are turned into a lotus, the moon is white, like a lotus carved from white jade. Seeing that Master Zhuzhao was too injured, Li Muchan suddenly became furious, and the Daming Wang Jing couldn't suppress his anger, and the strength around him increased a few points. King Daming is angry, he has been suppressed by the King of Daming before, there is no emotion in his heart, he can't make the King of Daming, just passively possessed. Now the relics are made, the soul is strong, and the Ming King Sutra can be suppressed, once the anger is in line with the mood of the Ming King Sutra, the power of the Ming King Sutra has increased sharply. He crashed straight into it, ignoring their sword light, slaying the dragon with eight hands, killing two people in a blink of an eye with the momentum of jade burning, and then joining forces with Uncle Hua and Wen Yinyue to kill the other two. ,

"Master, it doesn't matter to you, right?" he hurriedly hugged Master Takezhao. Master Zhu Zhao resisted the sword in his right hand, panting, his face was red as drunk, and he was extraordinarily delicate, like a flower blooming. "Stinky boy, quickly remove the King of Daming!" Li Muchan hurriedly withdrew the Daming King Sutra, his figure staggered, and his face suddenly became pale as paper, without a trace of blood. He is now relic, but after all, the Ming King Sutra is overdrawn potential, and after the sudden withdrawal, the feeling of emptiness and exhaustion suddenly hit, and it cannot be suppressed. Wen Yinyue took out the porcelain bottle from her arms, sprinkled some powder on Zhuzhaoshi Taixiang's shoulder, stopped the bleeding, and said in a low voice: "Master, how is it?" Master Zhuzhao waved his hand Wen Yinyue nodded and floated over, and soon came back, followed by Yang Zhong and two Penglai Pavilion masters. ........................, "Master, are you injured?" Yang asked with concern. Li Muchan supported Zhuzhao's master and friend, his face was not very good-looking, and he blamed himself a little, he was not good at martial arts, he should have solved it directly and rushed over as soon as possible. If it had been faster, maybe the master would not have been injured, but this time it was fine, it was only a flesh injury, and if it was unlucky, he would regret it for the rest of his life! Yang Chong laughed and looked at Li Muchan with admiration: "It's really unbelievable that Master Zhan Ran lost his power this time......!" With such powerful martial arts, in a few years, wouldn't it be invincible in the world, could it be possible to stand side by side with Nangong Sidao? He was taken aback by this thought, and then shook his head, Nangong Sidao is not a person, there are not no outstanding people like Master Zhan Ran, such as Wen Yinyue, such as Master Xinjue, they are all Junjie. Master Zhuzhao turned his head to look at Li Muchan, and said with a smile: "Zhan Ran, is Nie Wuqiu dead?" Li Muchan nodded: "I can't die anymore." "Haha......" Yang Chong laughed loudly, and was overjoyed: "This thief, he also has today!" "Well, since we have killed him, let's complete the task, let's go!" Li Muchan nodded, he originally intended to play a return pistol, and then go back to fight for a while, taking advantage of the fluctuation of people's hearts to weaken the strength of the Changbai Sword Sect as much as possible. But seeing that Master Zhuzhao was too injured, he suddenly lost interest and said, "Master, we have to leave as soon as possible, maybe a master from the Changbai Sword Sect will intercept him." "Hmph, it's good that they're here!" Yang Chong was full of confidence. Li Muchan didn't speak, and Master Zhuzhao glanced at him too whitely: "Can you beat the entire Changbai Sword Sect?" Let's poke the hornet's nest, don't make trouble again!" "Hehe, yes, the master is too reasonable, let's go." Yang hurriedly smiled. Master Zhuzhao smiled at this time: "Nie Wangqiu is dead, the Changbai Sword Sect is not to worry, although Nie Xuefeng is a master, he is far worse than his old man." "Hehe, that's exactly right!" Yang nodded and said with a smile: "From now on, the Changbai Sword Sect is not afraid, and can finally breathe a sigh of relief!" Nie Wuqiu is not a big-hearted person, this time regretting marriage is tantamount to giving him a slap in the face, how can he swallow this breath, sooner or later he will retaliate back. Now that Nie Wangqiu is dead, he is no longer carefree, and he can sleep peacefully. Master Zhuzhao turned his head to look at Li Muchan, and saw that his face was pale and his eyes were gloomy, as if he hadn't slept for a few days and nights, Gu, sighed: "Stinky boy, ...... you" Li Muchan smiled reluctantly: "Master, I don't care." Master Zhuzhao glanced at him too whitely: "Okay, don't be reckless...... Yinyue, you can help your junior brother. "Yes. ...... Wen Yinyue nodded, and came to the other side to support Li Muchan. With a faint fragrance in her nose, Li Muchan smiled, letting her little hand hold it, and the oil and oil internal force came over. ........................ Li Muchan shook his head, his internal strength is now surging like a river, mighty, and there is no lack of internal strength at all, but his body is sore and weak, and his spirit is as if he has been drained. The internal force is deep, but it cannot change the state of the body. Wen Yinyue observed his situation and knew that his internal strength was useless, so she could only hold him, feeling that his body was getting heavier and heavier, looking at his appearance, his eyelids kept opening and closing, and his eyes were in a trance. She said in a low voice, "Master, let's let my junior brother sleep for a while." ...... Wen Yinyue shook her head: "No, now let's go quickly, don't delay." "Then junior brother, uh......" Wen Yinyue said in embarrassment. Master Zhuzhao said: "You carry him on your back." ...... Wen Yin Yueyu blushed and nodded silently, she couldn't let her uncle or master, she could only carry her junior brother on her back, as for Penglai Pavilion, it couldn't be used, and her heart to guard against people was indispensable. She slowly dug her waist down and let Li Muchan lie on her back, Li Muchan was soft, as if her bones had been removed, she struggled for a while and stopped moving, and fell asleep directly. The Daming King Sutra was used for too long this time, and it was too laborious, and he was really tired. "Mrs. Shi, let's do it with me. Yang Chongdao. Master Zhu Zhao waved his hand: "Let Yin Yue come, Yang Chong, let's go back to Canghai Mountain, you stay for a few days and then go back, how about it?" Yang nodded. Master Zhuzhao said: "Then let's go separately and don't attract attention." "Okay. Yang nodded. A few people floated away, arrived at a small town at dawn, and bought a carriage and a few horses...... Changed their dress and parted ways. Master Zhu Zhao wore a round hat, covered with white veil, and wore a white shirt, Wen Yinyue did the same, and Uncle Hua floated away alone, and the two of them took Li Muchan in a carriage. (To be continued)