... With swords in both hands, he looked up to the sky and laughed a few times. Hearty shower※※

This angered the big men, and the yellow-faced big man shouted angrily: "The little monk is so rampant, who will teach him?"

"I'm coming!" a break from the crowd, and a hemp pole-like man floated out, stopping on the steps and looking down at Li Muchan.

He was tall and thin, half a head taller than Li Muchan, and he stood on the steps, Li Muchan only reached his shoulders and needed to look up.

He had a bitter melon face, a few sporadic hemps, long eyebrows, one black and one white, and held a strange long sword in his left hand, shining with a shimmering cold light.

"Haha, Zhao Ma, get rid of him!" The yellow-faced man pursed his lips and laughed: "I'll make minced meat buns in the morning!"

"Good". The numb-faced man nodded and looked at Li Muchan expressionlessly.

Li Muchan looked at him and felt that he was looking at a dead man, which was quite infiltrating. Li Muchan turned his gaze away and looked at the sword in his hand.

He held the sword in his left hand "I have to guard against it, the swordsmanship of the left hand is mostly vicious and treacherous, the moves are unexpected, this sword is narrow and long, compared with the ordinary Qingfeng sword, it is narrow by one-third, and it is one-third longer.

Fortunately, his legs are long, and the tip of the sword did not touch the ground, so it must be awkward if Li Muchan took this sword.

The yellow-faced man laughed and said: "Little monk, let me tell you in advance, this Zhao Ma kills people very painlessly, and likes to cut people with a sword, you have to be careful!"

Li Muchan smiled slightly, raised the sword in his left hand flat, and lowered the sword in his right hand slightly, and made a gesture: "Don't talk nonsense, let's do it!"

"Hmph!" Zhao Ma snorted coldly, and a cold light was approaching, and it had reached Li Muchan's chest.

Li Muchan said secretly: "Good sword."

He turned sideways to pick up the sword in his left hand, avoiding the tip of the sword at the same time, slashing the inside of his shoulder and elbow, the move was exquisite, tricky and weird, it was a style of the twelve swords of the plum blossom: inverted plum branches.

The Plum Blossom Twelve Swords are shallow and simple, but he integrates them into his bones, one move at a time, without thinking, purely subconscious instinct.

And so it goes. The original ordinary moves, in the eyes of outsiders, are exquisite, turning decay into magic.

Seeing him flip back, Zhao Ma twisted, sideways avoided, the tip of the sword flickered, and he continued to attack, the moves were strange and wonderful, stabbing out from an incredible angle, which was unguardable.

Li Muchan's left hand unleashed the eight swords of Zhenyue, calmly and unhurriedly, forming layers of sword light in front of him, which were not layered, like a mountain painted by a landscape, with mountains and mountains stacked on top of each other.

The sword light is layered, like a mountain towering, heavy and heavy, insurmountable.

Zhenyue's eight swords are powerful, it is the peerless study of Jin Kaitai's pressure box, Li Muchan has obtained this set of swordsmanship, and it is full of fire and infinite charm, and the whole person suddenly becomes majestic, such as letting Ruyue.

Zhao Ma's scraping method was strange, and Li Muchan felt that he was facing a poisonous snake, and the snake was burrowing in the grass, unable to see clearly, and could not be found. It doesn't know when or where it came from.

The yellow-faced man laughed and raised his voice: "This little monk has fine skin and tender meat, making meat buns, it's good, we are going to have a pain today!"

A big man said with a smile: "The twelve masters, the human flesh is delicious, the key is Zhao Ma's craftsmanship, if the person is not dead, he has to cut off the meat, and then cut Ran when he is angry, it is not delicious!"

The yellow-faced man nodded: "Well, ah, Zhao Ma's craftsmanship, we can't compare."

A big man waved his hand and shouted, "How many knives can this little monk take, how about we make a bet?"

"I'll bet a thousand knives, ten taels!" another big man said with an urn voice.

Another thin man shouted, "I'll bet eight hundred dollars, twenty taels!" This little one is too thin to take a thousand cuts!

"I'll bet thirty taels, one thousand two hundred knives!" a burly man shouted in a rough voice, and smiled: "You look away, this little qi has a long vein, extraordinary endurance, and can survive more than a thousand knives before swallowing!"

They were gossiping and elated, staring at Li Muchan at the same time.

Li Muchan's expression did not move, he smiled faintly, his heart was full of murderous intentions, and the colder his thinking became, the more he intended to be in front of the sword.

These guys are not like lying and intimidating, they do have a thing, they eat human flesh buns, and they are no different from beasts, they don't kill them, they live against themselves.

He kept holding the sword in his right hand, and the tip of the sword drooped, as if he was injured and couldn't move, when he suddenly moved, and a little cold flashed, and people didn't see his movements clearly.

"Ugh". Zhao Ma suddenly let out a muffled snort. The action is sluggish, and the heart has been stabbed.

Li Muchan's sword in his left hand did not stop, and a silver sword swept in front of Zhao Ma, the tip of the sword slashed across his throat, and his body trembled again.

The long sword took off his hand, and with a "dangdu" sound, it fell on the bluestone platform.

He also slowly fell back, and the yellow-faced man hurriedly supported him, glared at Li Muchan in surprise, and shouted: "Come on, go and call the big boss." "Yes!" a big man replied, turning and running up.

Li Muchan smiled and shook his head, swung his sword with his left hand and right hand, and rushed into the crowd.

In the continuous crisp sound of "ding, ding, ding", he went up step by step along the steps, invincible, and anyone who stood in his way was not exempt, like cutting wheat.

The shadowless sword, coupled with the opening of the bow, has increased a few points with ruthlessness, and the power is endless, and these bald men have no power to parry, and they have been killed.

His sword contains miraculous power, and the great enemy is hard, but he can't help it. The steps were large and narrow, and the two stood side by side. Cloak and sedan car move space, there is only one way to connect hard.

Moreover, his sword is too difficult, and it is difficult to dodge, so he can only block with his sword, once he is hard connected, his arm is suddenly numb, and his movements are stagnant, and this stagnation is dead.

In a blink of an eye, in addition to the previous run up the mountain to report the news, more than 20 big men, one. There are no left, all of them are ambushed, all of them are wide-eyed, and they don't blink to death.

Li Muchan's sword is too ruthless. They were like children against adults, powerless to fight back, and were cleaned up like chickens and ducks.

Li Muchan's internal force was sent to the sword, and with a slight shake, the blood stains on the sword suddenly broke away and returned to its brightness.

He kept on his feet, climbing the stairs.

This trail is extremely long, and along the way, there are bald men from time to time to block, wave after wave rushing over, they know that they are not opponents, but they are still afraid of death.

Li Muchan admired their hardness in his heart, but the killing intent did not decrease, the sword was ruthless, and he killed directly, and when he walked halfway up the mountain, there were nearly a hundred souls under the sword.

He stopped and stood with his hands down, as if a statue were standing.

There was silence all around, and the two fiery dragons formed by the lanterns stretched upward, as if straight into the sky, and there was still no end in sight.

The moonlight was like water, he closed his eyes slightly, and operated the Nine Yao Heart Method.

After a while, the soft moonlight descended from the gate of heaven, and injected into the dantian along the Ren vein.

Yuehua flows along the two veins of Rendu, and then goes up and down, such as rotating with the waterwheel, and every time it rotates, Yuehua releases a point of internal force, as if it is turned into vapor by water.

After a few weeks of circulation, the dantian was full, and he was very satisfied, Jiuyao's heart method was really wonderful.

For others, the Jiuyao Heart Method is difficult and profound, and it is impossible to get started.

If you want to enter the ear, there are two conditions, one is that the mind is strong and condensed, pure and condensed, and the bridge between heaven and earth is connected, and the two veins are smooth.

The former, can lead down the moon, the latter, the sun and the moon can be transformed into internal force, the moon into the body, like the essence of the water droplets, urging up extremely heavy and difficult, into internal force, when facing the enemy can command Ruyi.

Cultivating the Jiuyao Heart Method, both are indispensable, and those who can satisfy these two are rare in the world, and Li Muchan is just a coincidence.

The sound of footsteps came, Li Muchan looked up, a lantern spread down, he looked intently, there were about twenty people, and they stopped across five steps.

When the first bald young man, about 20 years old, with clear eyebrows and beautiful eyes, red lips and white teeth, if it were not for the Adam's apple under the jaw, he would think that he was a woman.

He had an elegant temperament, stood with his hands in his hands, and said with a smile: "This monk, I don't know what to call it?"

Li Muchan smiled: "I'm here to kill people, why bother to report my name, get out of the way!"

He has killed so many people, and his body is naturally filled with a sense of evil, although he smiles, it gives people a gloomy feeling, and the momentum is compelling.

The elegant young man smiled slightly: "The big boss wants to see you, do you dare to come up?"

"Lead the way!" Li Muchan gestured.

After learning the bow technique, his strength has increased greatly, although these big men are hard hands, it is easy to kill, and it is not for nothing to see the leader.

The elegant young man turned around, and the big men divided to both sides, and stood on both sides of the steps, and if they were not careful, they would fall out of the steps directly.

On both sides of the stairs are smooth stone walls, and if you fall on them, you will slide directly down the hill and fall to pieces.

Li Muchan waited for them all to go up and followed behind them to avoid falling into encirclement.

These guys are all fearless to death, they are surrounded by them, and once they go crazy, they will die with themselves, and it is useless for them to have the ability to do so.

The golden net is not bad for Xiaocheng, if you fall down from such a height, I am afraid that I will be crushed, so I dare not try lightly.

They flew like a fly, and when they reached the top of the mountain, the terrain changed, and suddenly became flat as a mirror, and everywhere they saw were trees, pines, pat trees, poplars, and roses. And so on, there are all kinds of trees.

The woods are lush and green, and a three-story building rises from the ground in the middle of the forest, which is abrupt and conspicuous.

Under the moonlight, this three-story building is clearly visible, with red walls and yellow tiles, round spires, and a pagoda spire, which points directly to the night sky.

There are independent courtyards around. Mixed with a number of two-storey small buildings, row upon row, stretching out, the temple is clustered in it, like the stars and the moon.

The elegant young man waved his hand, and all the big men stopped, and they all stood in front of the path, blocking the way to the bottom of the mountain, and Sen Sen looked at Li Muchan. Li Muchan's heart tightened, and his face was as if nothing happened.

"Please!" the elegant young man smiled, turned and walked forward, walking through the woods to the stupa.

Viewed up close, these three floors are magnificent, majestic as a tiger, and intimidating.

The elegant young man turned his head and said, "The big boss is inside, please come in!"

Li Muchan nodded, negative, silent.

There is a horizontal plaque hanging on the second floor in the middle, the plaque is made of stone, and three big characters are engraved in the yang: "Crouching Tiger Temple."

The three big characters are magnificent, like a three-headed tiger entrenched, and they will pounce out at any time to devour people.

Than yesterday, I was in a hurry, I complained, I was embarrassed, I forgave my sins, I reviewed myself, I was still anxious for quick success, the key is that I didn't write well enough, and I had to work hard.