4 Ercha Zen laughed!"With the monks of your temple in charge, presumably the people of Daobu were able to protect these women and children. (.)”

"Well, that's good. Xin Jue said lightly.

"In that case, I will say goodbye!" Li Muchan smiled, turned around and left.

He had just taken two steps when he suddenly moved a foot sideways, and there was a crisp sound of "pop", and there was a small pit on the ground.

Xinjue stretched out his hand and pointed afar, and said lightly: "Where is the poison?"

Li Muchan slowly turned around, frowned, and said, "What do you want?" Senior Brother Gongwu was really killed by you?" Xinjue raised his eyes to look at him and asked lightly.

Li Muchan nodded: "Not bad." ”

Xinjue said lazily: "Although Senior Brother Xinwu's martial arts are not top-notch, they are not bad. You're good that you can kill him. ”

Li Muchan frowned and said, "You want to be against me?"

"Come on. Xinjue beckoned, and said lazily: "Let me see your kung fu." ”

Li Muchan looked at him, knowing that he couldn't do it without doing it, and frowned: "What do you want to compare?"

Xinjue swept the double swords on his waist and said lightly: "Swordsmanship." ”

"Okay!" Li Muchan nodded, drew his sword out of the sheath, and said in a deep voice: "The mastery of the Landa Temple." I've admired it for a long time, please advise!"

Although he knew that he was invincible, he wanted to see the martial arts of the Landa Temple. Aware.

He knew that this Xinjue monk was ruthless, and if he didn't have Vajra, he wouldn't dare to take this risk, but now he has the confidence, he really can't do it, just run.

If you can't beat it, you can run, which is the best policy.

This mind, the fingering is powerful, more powerful than the bald master, but he chooses swordsmanship. I didn't take myself seriously at all, and it was a rare arrogance.

Xinjue glanced around and said lightly: "If you have the guts, run away!"

His voice fell. The two big men turned around and ran, they were smart. Hearing Li Muchan's words with Xinjue, he knew Xinjue's killing intent.

"Poo!" A bloody flower splashed from behind the two of them, bright and brilliant.

The two of them ran another four or five steps, and slowly fell to the ground, no longer moving, and were already dead.

Xinjue's expression did not move, and his calm gaze swept over everyone. Suddenly laughed.

Everyone's hearts jumped, and they were terrified.

They looked at each other, made eye contact, kept glancing, and tried to escape for their lives, but no one dared to run anymore, and they felt that the fingering method was silent and took people's lives, and they couldn't pick it off at all.

Xinjue smiled disdainfully, turned to Li Muchan, and beckoned: "Come on!"

Li Muchan shook his head and slowly approached with a long sword.

He feels that he is ruthless and never soft on killing, but compared with Xinjue, it is a small thing. I feel that this monk is not only murderous, but also terrifying. Make people tremble first, and then kill them calmly.

"Snort!" A sword light stabbed out, the move was plain, a forward stab was just a front, and it was better than the word "fast", and it instantly arrived in front of Xinjue's eyes.

Xin Jue turned his head slightly to the side, and avoided it, Li Muchan then wiped his sword, flattened his neck, and his heart felt a short body, and avoided it, Li Muchan slashed his wrist obliquely, and his heart moved horizontally, and avoided it again.

Li Muchan's sword style is continuous. It is the plum blossom twelve swords, simple and fast, clean and neat, in his hands, quite a magic effect.

But the sword was always a few inches away from the heart, and it couldn't close the distance. He has a mysterious body, and he is often about to be stabbed, but he doesn't know how to get it, and he stabs it again and again.

Li Muchan condensed his sword, purely performed swordsmanship, distracted to record his footwork, wanted to remember, go back and study it well, he has no famous teacher, only by taking the strengths of each family, can he become the first master in the world.

After a while, Li Muchan had already made a hundred moves, and his heart felt that he was only moving away in a square area, his hands were clasped in his sleeves, and he did not return a single move, purely defensive.

Li Muchan sighed secretly in his heart, shook his head, originally thought that the plum blossom twelve swords were enough, as long as he made the sword faster, the world's martial arts, only fast and unbroken.

Now it seems that it was a mistake to bow yourself.

His swordsmanship suddenly changed, and layers of sword light swayed. Shroud the mind.

"It's kind of interesting!" Xin Jue smiled, and stretched out a short sword in his sleeve, the length of his forearm, and the sword light was like a flood of autumn water, clear and moving.

"The heart dings ding, ding, ding" sounded in a row.

The two of them fought fast against fast, and the sound of the exchange was more urgent than the rain. Li Muchan's face flashed with purple qi, and the degree was faster, and the crisp resonance became more and more urgent.

Xinjue pursed his mouth, his face tensed, and the sword light in front of him was like a round shield, colliding with Li Muchan's layered and mountain-like sword light, and there was a clear sound.

He raised his sword eyebrows from time to time, surprised by the depth of Li Muchan's internal strength.

He secretly thought, in this way, it is not impossible for Senior Brother Xinzhi to die at his hands, such a deep internal force, at his age, is really rare.

As for himself, he is younger and has deeper internal strength, but he can't count it, the seven major sects in the world are the first in the Landa Temple, no matter what, his own master is always stronger than the other party. , Li Muchan's sword light gradually changed, and the snow light was mixed with a trace of purple, and later. The purple color grew thicker and thicker, as if wrapped in a layer of purple mist.

He secretly used the arrow trick, and the sword was attached to a strong internal force, so that the degree was faster.

The heart was unconscious, and he didn't care about the internal force on his sword. The sword was like electricity, and there was no lag in the slightest.

Li Muchan frowned. Unless you use the last move, you can't win, and this feeling is really powerful. The swordsmanship is unpredictable, and he can't see the cleverness, but he blocks himself. Obviously, he didn't give it his all.

He pulled out the evil with his left hand, and the two sword lights were combined, as if they were one, it was a swordsmanship that he had learned secretly, he didn't know his name, and he called himself Qiankun

Fighting against the two worshippers of the Li Mansion, he memorized this set of swordsmanship, but due to time constraints, he has been taking time to practice hard, and he has only learned two styles so far.

"Okay, that's more fun!" Xinjue nodded and smiled.

This swordsmanship is coming. A purple light mask wrapped Li Muchan, without flaws, and there were no flaws.

The short sword slowed down and slowly stabbed out, and Li Muchan repeatedly performed this move, ignoring it.

"Ding" is crisp, melodious, and endless.

Li Muchan's light cover remains unchanged, still shrouded all over his body, purple and magnificent.

Xinjue frowned, and stabbed another sword.

"Ding" The crisp voice was loud again, and his short sword was flicked away, still unable to pierce the purple light mask.

Xinjue took a step back and suddenly pointed out.

"Ding," there was a crisp sound, and the purple light was still there.

Li Muchan laughed, he didn't expect that this Qiankun swordsmanship was so wonderful, it could block the invisible finger force, and he was suddenly full of confidence.

Xinjue laughed, and his fingers suddenly clicked.

"Uh," a big man was running towards the mountain road, and after about ten feet, he was about to step on the bluestone steps. Suddenly, there was a splash of blood behind his back, and he slowly fell.

Xinjue turned his head, ignored it, and frowned at Li Muchan.

Li Muchan's sword light changed again, and it suddenly expanded. At the same time, he hurried towards the mind, enveloping him.

Xinjue swung his sword to form a shield of light. Resisting Li Muchan's double swords, in "Ding Ding Ding Ding", he suddenly spun around, went around behind Li Muchan, and pointed out.

"Ding!, Ding!" Two crisp sounds, the purple light suddenly dispersed, Li Muchan's arm was sore, and the long sword was almost out of his hand.

Xin Jue smiled, suddenly retracted his fingers, and the short sword stabbed out.

In the sound of Ding crisp, the purple light dimmed, and then lit up again. He stabbed out with another sword. The purple light dimmed and lit up again.

This situation is like an oil lamp in the wind, when a gust of wind blows, the oil lamp will immediately dim and be extinguished at any time, but as soon as the wind stops, the lamp will immediately become brighter again.

Li Muchan secretly complained to himself. This trick is called clumsiness over ingenuity.

The inner strength of the heart is deeper, a sword is stabbed, and the sword contains the power of thousands of catties, with his own divine power, his arm is sore, and it is almost impossible to alleviate it.

Zidan rotated, and the internal force was swift, and the sour hemp was quickly eliminated.

Xinjue only recognized this move, concentrating on the sword, stabbing sword by sword, not slow or urgent, whenever Li Muchan wanted to change his move, it was a stab.

In the blink of an eye, he had already stabbed Ran more than a dozen swords, and Li Muchan's purple light cover was dimmed and brightened, and it was extinguished more than a dozen times, but it still did not break.

Li Muchan secretly felt funny, feeling that he had turned into a hedgehog, but his heart felt like a tiger, he wanted to speak, but there was nowhere to do it. Only brute force can be used.

With a smile on his face, he stabbed out one sword after another. Each sword is focused.

In this way, the two of them changed from a sword to a internal force.

Although Li Muchan's internal strength is not as deep as his, he relied on his innate divine power to block it stubbornly, and he was frozen for a while, he understood in his heart that this was arrogant, otherwise, the sword and finger power would be used together, and he would not be able to stop it at all.

He let out a long sigh, and suddenly felt bored, stopped his sword and retreated, waved his hand and said: "Forget it, this way of playing, if you don't fight, I'm willing to bow down."

Xinjue looked at him and smiled slightly: "You are very good!"

"Thank you for the compliment!" Li Muchan said angrily.

Xinjue said lightly: "Since I left the temple, the masters I have met are the strongest among you!"

Xinjue withdrew his short sleeves, and said with his hand: "I only use one move to kill people, and I have ten moves to kill you!"

Li Muchan raised his eyebrows and laughed: "Ten moves can kill me?"

"Want to try?. I felt like I was smiling.

Li Muchan compared his two swords: "Please"!"

"Huh!" A light whistle made Li Muchan take a diagonal step. It can be avoided by this finger.

The reddish-brown shadow flashed, Li Muchan was startled, and he felt that he had come to him, and punched it out.

Li Muchan's two swords were unfurled, and then he used the Qiankun swordsmanship, shrouded in purple light.

"When" the purple light dimmed, and the long sword in his left hand flew out.

Xinjue punched out again.

"When" the purple light disappears. The long sword in Li Muchan's right hand flew out.

Xinjue punched out again, and Li Muchan met with his right fist, and the two fists collided together. With a muffled "bang", he flew up, swept three or four feet in the air, and fell to the ground.

After landing. He staggered back two steps, blood gushing from the corners of his mouth and a wry smile on his face.

This is the martial arts of the descendants of Landa Temple!

Xinjue smiled: "This is a powerful demon fist, how?."

"Admire!" Li Muchan shook his head with a wry smile, and then took a deep breath: "Next time, I'll learn the best tricks." Farewell!" There was a muffled sound. He turned into several shadows and suddenly appeared at the bottom of the steps.

There was a crisp "pop", and a pit appeared in his footprints.

Xinjue's face turned cold, shook for a moment, and appeared on the steps, but saw that Li Muchan had already jumped out of the stone wall, falling straight down like a stone, and fell towards the lush pine forest.

Li Muchan was in the air, secretly smiling bitterly and wanting to jump Crouching Tiger Mountain, and running for his life, feeling that this monk's killing intent was well hidden, but he couldn't hide it.

Vigorously subduing the demon fist, it can expand the internal force, and the power has increased several times, and it is really worthy of the mastery of the Landa Temple!

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