Li Muchan is usually quiet and introverted, gentle and calm, not aggressive enough, and a little passive, the fundamental reason is that he is indifferent to worldly things, except for family and friends, he is not moved by others, even if he scolds him a few words, he doesn't bother to pay attention to it. For Su Yunyun, it was an exception, as soon as he saw Su Yunyun cold and indifferent, like a fairy, he couldn't help but want to tease her, provoke the fairy to be vulgar, and it was also the inferiority of human beings. In the face of his ridicule, Su Yunyun's blue eyes flashed, like sparkling, but he just looked at him lightly, not shocked. Her expression was not moving, but her heart was not calm, she thought that she had made a slight trick, and the Eastern Chu Heroes besieged him, and he would not survive nine times out of ten, and even if he could live, there would be internal injuries. Take advantage of his illness and ask him to be sick, and he will act at this time, foolproof. At this time, he was full of energy, did not suffer internal injuries, and the development of the situation was out of his control. Even so, I can only come hard, but fortunately, I made all the preparations and transferred the master of the Jade Han Palace. She secretly sighed pity and waved her hand: "Granny Wang, there is no mercy for killing!" "Yes, young palace master!" A gloomy old lady nodded. As soon as the words fell, a white shadow flashed, she had already arrived in front of Li Muchan, staring at him gloomily, and the other seven old men all moved, surrounding Li Muchan. The eight people stood still according to the direction of the gossip, slowly drew out their long swords, and the cold air of Sen Sen overflowed. .......................................... Li Muchan glanced at it, this old man was dressed in white, holding his hair high, there were no wrinkles on his face, he looked like he was forty, but his eyebrows were like a layer of hoarfrost, glowing with twilight, and he knew that he was over half a hundred years old at a glance. Her brows were gloomy and cold, chilling. Li Muchan glanced at it, turned his head and said with a smile: "Su family, why is this, with our friendship, why do you have to shout and kill, just discuss everything slowly." Su Yunyun said lightly: "Take your life, can you also discuss?" Li Muchan touched his nose: "Why do you want to take my life?" "Don't pretend to be confused!" Su Yunyun snorted slightly. Li Muchan shook his head and sighed: "Alas, ......" Is it a sin to be soft-hearted, I didn't commit any crimes in the early autumn, and I didn't feel embarrassed, and everyone Su didn't care about the incense at all?" Su Yunyun looked at him deeply and waved his hand: "Granny Wang, leave him alive!" "Yes!" The old man in white nodded, and then shouted: "Rise up!" "A sword shines on the cold mountains!" Everyone drank together, and suddenly the sword light skyrocketed, and the snow-white light overflowed the space around them, like a pool of cold water. Li Muchan and the red shadow were swallowed by the snow-white light, and they couldn't see their figures. "Ding, ding, ding......" The crisp sound sounded continuously, more rapid than the rain hitting the plantains. A silver pi lian hovered around Li Muchan, like a silver dragon guarding him, and the invading sword light was all defeated by it, and none of them missed the net. The red shadow lightly scraped the ground, snorted, and seemed to squint around with disdain. .............................. Su Yunyun pursed her red lips tightly, her eyes flickering. The round-faced middle-aged woman said in a low voice: "Miss, this Mingkong monk does have real skills, ...... Granny Wang?" Another melon-faced woman smiled: "Senior Sister Li, don't worry, the Eight Extremes Sword Formation has never missed!" The round-faced woman stopped talking and shook her head silently. Su Yunyun didn't look back, she kept staring at Li Muchan, and her eyebrows gradually became solemn. Li Muchan swung the knife slowly and calmly, with a smile on the corner of his mouth...... The long knife is clumsy and clever, and the slow is fast, even if the light of the sword is like lightning, it still can't break through his defense. He has the essence of the sword technique of Broken Yue, and his defensive ability is amazing, and the sword technique of the Eight Elders is powerful, like thunder and lightning, but Li Muchan is as immobile as a mountain. The essence of the Broken Yue Knife Method is the heart method, and many people are useless to the Broken Yue Knife Method, and Li Muchan can comprehend this essence, which comes from the ruthless sleeve. He is strong in spirit, tacit in detail, able to see the fine, and the manipulation of internal forces is extremely subtle, far better than the world, so he can practice ruthless sleeves to perfection and transcend the original barriers. He is extremely proficient in the method of controlling strength, and the essence of the sword method of breaking Yue, all in this method of controlling strength, and if he changes a person, without his internal vision kung fu and subtle manipulation of internal force, it will take at least twenty or thirty years to succeed. The first style of the Broken Yue Knife Method is a killing move with the same fierce casting, and the internal force is turned into the most yang and the strongest, nothing is not restrained, and a knife goes down, even if it is a mountain, it must be split. The second style of the Broken Yue Knife Method is a defensive move, the heart is bizarre, the internal force is rigid and soft, such as the yin and yang fish, the rotation is endless, the moon is soft, the net is soft, and the state is interchangeable, maintaining the balance of yin and yang, absorbing the power of the opponent, and turning it into one's own. This style of mind alone is exquisite, far superior to many top minds, and the Broken Yue Knife is famous in Western Zhao, which is by no means a fluke. Under this kind of mental method, even if you encounter more sieges, as long as the tricks are fast enough, you don't have to worry about the lack of internal strength, and you can withstand it. ,

Changed to another person, they may be overwhelmed by the blows of the storm and rain of the Eight Himes, their sword moves are too fast, but Li Muchan's strength is infinite, and his hand speed is extremely fast, and he just blocked it. In this way, he held on, and let the eighth sister attack wildly, he stood still like a mountain, but seemed calm and calm. He still had time to turn his head to look at Su Yun. Su Yunyun's face was covered with white veil, and her only pair of eyes like the sea were revealed, and when she met his smiling eyes, her red lips were vaguely biting. "Miss, shall we go up too?" said the round-faced middle-aged woman. Su Yunyun shook his head: "Aunt Li, forget it, I'll come in person!" The two girls nodded silently, Miss did it herself, it couldn't be better. ............ She stretched out her hand, and the round-faced middle-aged woman presented a sword with both hands, a green shark skin scabbard, simple and vicissitudes, inconspicuous at first glance, and the more she looked at it, the more luxurious and solemn she felt. There was no more decoration on the scabbard, the hilt was two inches longer than the normal hilt, and she stretched out her right hand, put it on the handle, and with a soft groan, pulled out the sheath. Suddenly, a clear light shone, and the long sword in her hand was like a pool of autumn water, flickering, as if she had life and spirituality, and she was struggling to break free from her jade hand and rush out. Su Yunyun held the sword in front of his chest, pinched the sword technique in his left hand, and looked at the field motionlessly. With the long sword in hand, Su Yunyun's temperament changed, from a weak woman married to a cold and snowy snowy mountain. The temperament is like a mountain, quiet and vast, exuding heavy majesty and pressure. Li Muchan felt keenly, the eighth sister's swordsmanship was subtle, and the pressure was huge, but it was far inferior to Su Yunyun, and Su Yunyun at this moment had become extremely terrifying. His hairs exploded and stood on end, and the alarm in his heart was surging like a tide, and he had the urge to run from his legs. He trusted his instincts, made a decision immediately, and the lantern burning technique was displayed, and the internal force was burning, and his whole body was full of excitement and wanted to float. He threw his head back and let out a roar of rage. The whistle was like thunder, the ears of everyone rumbled, the eyes shook for a while, and the movements couldn't help but stagnate under the surging of qi and blood. The red shadow hissed like a dragon's groan, turning into a red light that shot out, and it waited for this moment, hissing with joy. Li Muchan's internal force poured into its body, and the whistling sound did not affect it. In the crisp resonance of "Ding Ding Ding Ding ......", Li Muchan slashed dozens of knives in one breath on the horse, and the light of the knife turned into a cold light in the sky, enveloping him and rushing out. The internal strength of the eight picks is strong, and the carving moves are exquisite, but I didn't expect Li Muchan's move, the whistling sound suddenly came to the body, and the blood and qi stagnated for a while. When the Broken Yue Knife fell, they were not born with a new force, and the old force had just gone, and it was difficult to stop its edge, and the cold light in the sky was gone, but they could not stop Li Muchan. Li Muchan crouched on the back of the red shadow, and one person and one horse rushed straight towards Su Yunyun, who was standing quietly with a sword. There is only one way to return to Dayan, so he can only rush through, Li Muchan's mighty internal force is burning, and the jade-colored monk's robe is hunting and drumming, like standing on a mountain, and the air around him seems to be distorted. Su Yunyun's sword must be extraordinary, he has never had such a strong sense of foreboding, he is by no means an opponent, but it is a pity that he has no time to transport the Ming King Sutra. The best way is to temporarily avoid the edge and find an opportunity to play the Ming King Sutra, but unfortunately, she is transported in a sword style, and she can't allow herself to retreat, only forward. The tip of Su Yunyun's sword pointed at Li Muchan, his eyes were as calm as water, and the momentum around his body became more and more solid, like substance, and the two middle-aged women were pushed aside. If he closed his eyes, Li Muchan would think that there was a snowy peak standing in front of him. Li Muchan secretly regretted it in his heart, but he didn't expect Su Yunyun to hide so deeply, when he restrained her, although he felt that her heart was strange and her internal strength was profound, she was not stronger than herself, and she took the lead. ............ "Zheng ......" roared like a dragon's groan, Li Muchan only felt that his eyes lit up, and the snow in the sky filled his field of vision, and there was nothing else. He frowned and waved his sword, and the sky was full of sword light. "Ding Ding Ding Ding ......" In the countless sounds of gold and iron, the red shadow shot through the snow light and shot into the canyon, and disappeared in the blink of an eye. The sword light disappeared, and Su Yunyun staggered back two steps, slammed his sword on the ground, and covered his right shoulder socket with his hand. A gust of wind blew, and the white veil on Su Yunyun's face was torn apart, drifting into the distance with the wind, revealing a pale (and beautiful face. She stared at the canyon and watched Li Muchan and Chiying leave. "Miss, do you want to chase her?" the round-faced woman hurriedly stepped forward to help her. Su Yunyun pushed her hand away and shook her head: "He won't have a long life, so he doesn't have to chase after him......" Her voice was hoarse, different from usual, and the round-faced woman looked at her worriedly: "Miss, ...... you?" "It doesn't matter." Su Yunyun shook his head, tapped his left hand on his right shoulder a few times, and then took a deep breath. Qi, slowly stood firm, and returned the sword to the sheath with difficulty. The white shirt on her right shoulder was a red ball, bright and eye-catching. The round-faced woman's arms were always open, ready to prevent Su Yunyun from falling. Su Yunyun stared at the canyon without saying a word. The round-faced woman shook her head and sighed: "Miss, he is so old and has such martial arts, he killed it like this, it's a pity to ......" The other woman nodded: "Yes, if you can attach yourself to us, it will be a big help." The eight old ladies came slowly, standing behind Su Yunyun, their faces were covered with frost, but the eight people besieged them but they were rushed out, and they were disgraced. (To be continued)