(3rd Update)

Wen Yinyue stood on the treetops, looking down at the valley, listening attentively, but she didn't notice anything unusual, thinking in her heart, when would she make a move?

Is it when the man sleeps, or when he sleeps the deepest before dawn?

When he was thinking about it, there was a sudden flash in front of him, and Li Muchan appeared, holding a round bag in his left hand and a sword in his shoulder.

"Senior brother?" Wen Yinyue was surprised, hurriedly floated up to him, and stared at his left shoulder: "Did you do it?"

Li Muchan nodded, still cold, with a flick of his left hand, the burden rolled a few times in the dead leaves, and it was suddenly covered with pine needles.

Wen Yinyue smelled a faint fishy smell, frowned, and said, "Senior brother, you are injured"

She didn't look at the baggage, thinking that the fishy smell was floating out of Li Muchan's wound, staring at his shoulder and frowning.

Li Muchan said: "Their swordsmanship is indeed good, and if they die under their hands, Senior Brother Lu is not wronged...... I guess it's coming after me now, let's go."

"Your injury—?" Wen Yinyue frowned.

"It doesn't matter, you can't die. Li Muchan said lightly.

Wen Yinyue frowned and said, "Treat the injury first, otherwise, it will be very troublesome to do it again."

Li Muchan shook his head: "It's too late"

As soon as he stomped his foot, the burden covered with pine needles flew up, he carried the burden in his left hand, and grabbed Wen Yinyue's willow waist with his right hand, flashed to the top of the mountain, flashed again, and jumped down.

As soon as he jumped down, the three of them rowed like streamers, appeared on the top of the mountain, watched them fall, and suddenly snorted angrily and jumped down.

The three of them are bold, and they feel that Li Muchan is not unthinkable, since he dares to jump, or the cliff is not too high, or there is something else to rely on.

"The wind is blowing, the clothes are hunting, Li Muchan and Wen Yinyue are like fairies, the white veil on her face is turned up, she simply takes it off, revealing a hibiscus-like face.

Li Muchan's mood was cold and lonely, although her eyes lit up, she didn't move like a mountain, her eyes swept over her face, she looked up, and her brows furrowed.

The three of them were holding their arms together, their heads were against each other, and they fell in the shape of "Pin", the speed was extremely fast, and they were better than Li Muchan, and they were about to catch up in a blink of an eye.

Wen Yinyue also raised her head, and when she saw the three of them rushing over, she snorted: "I'll come"

A finger pointed out, and the Canghai God pointed out that she was also proficient, the Miao Lotus Sutra was mysterious, and the finger power was extremely powerful, only inferior to Li Muchan's Canghai Divine Sword.

The three of them ignored it, and after their fingers hit the person, there was a crisp "pop", like a pebble

Li Muchan shook his head: "Senior sister, you hold me tight, I'll come"

Wen Yinyue saw that the three of them didn't care at all, sighed in their hearts, nodded, stretched their arms around Li Muchan's waist, and looked up.

Li Muchan pressed the thumb of his right hand, "snort-" like the sound of cloth tearing, and the air only rippled, as if a snake was walking on water.

The three of them suddenly spun like gears, and their fingers hit the old man with a low dundun, and there was a muffled "bang", like a defeated leather, the three figures paused, rotated and stopped, and the falling speed slowed down.

Li Muchan pressed his finger again, and there was another muffled sound of "bang", and the speed of the three of them slowed down, but the rotation speed accelerated.

And Li Muchan and Wen Yinyue's falling speed accelerated, and the distance widened, Li Muchan frowned and closed his fingers, not keeping up with the previous finger, secretly surprised at the strangeness of the three people's mental methods, and the depth of their internal strength.

With the Canghai Divine Finger, it seemed that he couldn't break through the internal strength of the three people, so he didn't use the Canghai Divine Sword, so he simply closed his fingers, as if he had given up.

The wind hunts, and the beneath is as dark as the open mouth of a monster.

At this time, a bright moon hung in the sky, illuminating the four fields hazy.

Wen Yinyue looked up, and the speed of the three old men increased again, falling down like stones, narrowing the distance again, and they were about to catch up in a blink of an eye.

She frowned, knowing that the three of them were a strange mental method, and it must be connected by internal forces, so they produced the true qi of protecting the body, and they were not afraid of finger power.

With a flip of her right wrist, a throwing knife appeared, flicking it upward. ..., the flying knife was like lightning, broke through the night and reached the front of the three people, and shot at the stomach of the dwarf old man, seeing that he was about to shoot in, but he stopped two inches away from his clothes, and never moved forward again, and fell down.

The flying knife fell straight down, and when she passed by Wen Yinyue's side, she reached out and re-summoned it to her hand, frowning and staring at the three of them.

Li Muchan said: "Senior sister, give me the knife"

Wen Yinyue kept holding his waist with her left hand, and subconsciously moved, handed the knife to Li Muchan's right hand, shook her head and said, "These three guys are not easy to deal with."

The mountain cliff is very high, and after a while, there is still no way to see the scenery below, only the hunting wind is howling, which is a little bigger than before.

Li Muchan smiled faintly, Wen Yinyue was a little distracted, since he performed the Ming King Sutra, the first time I saw him smile, although the smile was a little strange and stiff.

He flashed his hand, and a flash of lightning flashed, reflecting the surroundings, and the green and secluded stone walls could be seen.

Like a thunderbolt descending, but from the bottom up, the sword light hit the thin old man, pierced his stomach, flew straight up, disappeared into the night sky, and was never seen again.

He looked down at his stomach, his face was full of disbelief, he looked down at Li Muchan, his hand was loosened, he immediately left the other two, and quickly fell, passing Li Muchan and Wen Yinyue, like a stone falling straight down.

"Old-big-" The burly old man's roar resounded throughout the valley.

"Where's the knife?" asked Li Muchan.

Wen Yinyue flipped her wrist, and a flying knife appeared and handed it to Li Muchan.

Li Muchan shook his hand, and the lightning flashed again, shooting at the old man in the roar, and the old man laughed angrily: "Torture, Lao Tzu will not break your body into ten thousand pieces, and swear not to be a man"

He stabbed with his sword, and with a crisp "ding", he hit the flying knife, and then turned over in the air, unloading the power of the flying knife.

He snorted suddenly, a cloud of blood splattering from his chest.

When Li Muchan threw the flying knife, he followed and unleashed the Canghai Divine Sword, silently, the burly old man was already struggling to deal with this knife, and he was unable to dodge the Canghai Divine Sword.

The "old five" dwarf old man was shocked, and shot out with a kick to catch the burly old man.

"Snort" The electric light lit up, and the old man swung his sword into a light curtain, enveloping his body.

"Ding Ding Ding Ding ......" A series of crisp sounds sounded, and the old man secretly complained to himself, and the invisible power kept hitting the sword body, and the tiger's mouth had burst.

Li Muchan is now in the Ming King Sutra, the power is infinite, the increase is the physical strength, the finger power is enhanced, but it is not as good as the physical strength, at this time, compared to the power, the Huanglong sword is better than the sea sword.

Wen Yinyue moved lightly with her left hand, and unconsciously put the flying knife on his left hand, Li Muchan was holding the burden in her left hand, and she helped him carry it.

All this was done unconsciously, and the old man was tired of dealing with the Canghai Divine Sword in Li Muchan's right hand, and he was unable to take care of it, so he didn't see it.

Li Muchan's right hand with five fingers together, the sword qi is vertical and horizontal, the stronger the power, the old man's arm is numb, secretly complaining about suffering, and giving birth to the idea of escaping.

Li Muchan's left hand suddenly moved, and a flash of lightning flashed.

"Oh......" The old man snorted, and the sword curtain suddenly closed, and the flying knife pierced through his body, flying straight into the sky and disappearing.

The old man fell straight down, and in an instant, he swept past Li Muchan and Wen Yinyue, and after a while, there was a muffled sound, as if a stone had fallen to the ground.

Li Muchan's left hand is better than his right hand, this secret is rarely known, he glanced at Wen Yinyue, I don't know if the senior sister knows, or by mistake.

"What is this?" Wen Yinyue looked at the burden on her hand.

Li Muchan took it with his left hand and said lightly: "Head." ”

"Huh-?" Wen Yinyue was startled.

Li Muchan said: "Take this human head and go to the mountain to pay tribute to Senior Brother Lu and them."

Wen Yinyue nodded, glanced at the round burden, and then looked at Li Muchan, the junior brother was really ruthless, and he didn't dare to look at his face when he cut off his head, and he couldn't do it.

Li Muchan said: "Senior sister, with ruthless sleeves, it's almost time to land"..., "Okay" Wen Yinyue nodded.

Li Muchan threw Wen Yinyue into the air, and immediately unloaded the sinking power, not only did she unload the sinking, but there was an invisible force supporting her, like a white cloud.

Li Muchan accelerated his fall, he waved his wide monk's robe, and fanned a few times, and his speed slowed down, like a peng spreading its wings, getting slower and slower.

Eventually, the two landed in a wood, and the tall trees rose to the sky, stronger and more lush than the trees on the top of the mountain.

The two of them had seen three corpses, which had fallen in different positions, and their flesh and blood were blurred.

Looking at the corpses of the three people, Wen Yinyue had palpitations, these three old men all had amazing martial arts, and the three of them shot at the same time, and if they changed themselves, they would definitely die, and they would lose the Ming Wang Jing of their junior brother.

They had no intention of staying longer, swept out of the woods, and headed south along the Huangyun Mountains, wanting to go back to Canghai Mountain and pay tribute to Senior Brother Lu and them with human heads.

On the way, Wen Yinyue helped him pull out his sword and apply wound medicine.

Canghaishan's injury medicine is extremely effective, after it is on, the bleeding is immediately stopped, as long as Li Muchan does not do it for two days, he can grow well, and after half a month of rest, he can return to normal.

It was already the middle of the night, and the two of them galloped lightly, came to a small city, climbed over the wall into the city, found an inn, and chartered a small courtyard.

At this time, most of the people in the inn had already fallen asleep, and the man relaxed his eyes, led them to the small courtyard, and then left with a yawn, not paying attention to Li Muchan's baggage.

As soon as the two entered the small courtyard, Li Muchan's body suddenly softened and stumbled.

Wen Yinyue hurriedly said: "Senior brother, King Daming has passed by?"

Li Muchan smiled bitterly and nodded, his face quickly turned gray, and there was no luster at all, Wen Yinyue hurriedly stretched out his hand to help him and sent him to the main house.

Li Muchan smiled bitterly in his heart, although he had performed the Great Ming King Sutra, but now it was the first time in so long, and besides, these five old men, all of them were hard hands, and they had spent a huge amount of strength.

He was extremely uncomfortable at this time, the strength of his body was drained at once, and he was weak and exhausted, as if he was about to die, and if he couldn't get up in one breath, he would die.

"Senior sister, it seems that I can't go back to Canghai Mountain. Li Muchan lay on the couch with Wen Yinyue's support, and shook his head with a wry smile.

"Don't worry, you recover first. Wen Yinyue took the pillow and let him lean on it, and the fragrance on his body passed into Li Muchan's nose.

Li Muchan's heart fluttered, and he said weakly: "This time, there is not a month that cannot recover,...... Senior sister, you should send the head back first. ”...... ，