Seeing so many gunmen around Pan Fengnian, Lang Yuwen frowned.
He is also a person who has been in the business for a long time, has contacts with many wealthy families, and is used to seeing the world.
As for guns, he has played with them before, and has had bodyguards with guns around him, but he has never seen a rich man keep so many bodyguards with guns at home.
As large as the Chen family in Shenzhou, the head of the family, Chen Dingbang, usually only has three or two bodyguards with guns, and the others are all kung fu masters.
Pan Fengnian's behavior is more like that of a gangster from a hundred years ago, rather than a wealthy family head in modern society.
It can be seen that although he is the boss in Longcheng and calls himself the god of Longcheng, he does not have much sense of security. There must be a lot of dark and evil things hidden in the Pan family's business.
Li Muchen turned a blind eye to this group of armed soldiers, but the thin man in linen with a mahogany sword in the middle caught his attention.
This man has mana fluctuations on his body, and the peach wood sword is not an ordinary peach wood sword. The sword body has a faint aura of thunder and lightning.
Its material should be lightning-struck peach wood, which has been tempered by magic. And this lightning electricity also contains blood and murderous intent. It seems that it has killed many people.
Pan Fengnian seemed to be very confident in his own armed strength, but he didn't know whether this confidence came from the bodyguard with the gun or the guy with the mahogany sword.
Li Muchen smiled and asked Ma Shan: "Brother Mashan, how do you feel about fighting all the way here?"
Mashan said disdainfully: "It's just a bunch of wine and rice bags, not satisfying at all!"
Li Muchen said: "Brother Mashan, be careful, the time has come to test your skills."
"Are you talking about these fools with guns?" Ma Shan pointed with his hand and said with a laugh, "The guns have been taken out, which means that they have no other skills, so there is nothing to be afraid of! Hahaha...
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Before his laughter ended, he had already rushed out, as fast as lightning, and crashed into Pan Fengnian's group of bodyguards.
Although the gun-wielding bodyguards were well-trained, they didn't expect Mashan to move so fast. In close combat, a gun may not be as useful as a dagger, especially when there are so many of them.
Guns can easily accidentally injure Pan Fengnian.
Ma Shan rushed into the crowd, bumped left and right, punched and kicked him so hard that the sound of bones cracking was heard. He soon got close to Pan Fengnian.
Pan Fengnian was so frightened that he shouted: "Jianzhong, what are you doing standing still? Kill him!"
The Jianzhong he mentioned was the middle-aged man in linen holding a mahogany sword. His name was Pan Jianzhong. He was Pan Fengnian’s brother. He was a disciple of Yuan Ding in Wanning Palace in Maoshan in his early years. In terms of seniority, he was the same generation as Liu Mengyu. But he was
He no longer lives in the mountains, but still stays in Pan Mansion. He is a fire-dwelling Taoist.
Pan Jianzhong's spells are more powerful than Liu Mengyu's. However, he lives in seclusion and is unknown to the outside world, but he is Pan Fengnian's biggest support.
It wasn't that Pan Jianzhong didn't want to move, but he knew that the most dangerous person on the opposite side was not Ma Shan at all, but the young man standing next to Lang Yuwen.
Pan Jianzhong did not feel any mana fluctuations from him, but the aura as quiet as the abyss gave him a strong sense of oppression.
But at this time, Ma Shan was about to rush in front of Pan Fengnian, and Pan Jianzhong had to move.
He shook the mahogany sword in his hand, his face suddenly changed, and his brows furrowed tightly.
Originally, with this shock, the sword spirit was activated, and the pure Yang thunder energy contained in the peach wood could be stimulated by the lightning strike.
However, at this time, the sword body showed no fluctuations, and he could not sense the sword spirit, let alone emit sword energy.
Pan Jianzhong was startled and looked at Li Muchen in surprise.
He was sure that this young man must be up to something.
"Who are you?" Pan Jianzhong looked at Li Muchen and asked.
"Li Muchen."
"Hiss... you are Li Muchen!"
Of course Pan Jianzhong also heard about the Qiantang Martial Arts Conference.
Although there are always some exaggerations in the rumors, about borrowing the energy of heaven and earth to turn a sword into a sword and killing Banpu Zhiliang, the leader of the Japanese Tiannin Sect, with one sword, and about making thunder with one finger and killing Yuan Shoushan, these are mostly rumors. Maybe they are those from Nanjiang
Rumors that people create to create momentum for themselves.
But it is a recognized fact that Li Muchen became the number one master in Nanjiang. This shows that he is at least more powerful than Liu Jinsheng and He Changchun.
Pan Jianzhong practiced swordsmanship and was also proficient in martial arts and knew how powerful the master was.
His face became serious, he held the sword in his right hand, bit the tip of his tongue with his teeth, sprayed a mouthful of blood on the mahogany sword, and gently stroked the sword with his left sword finger.
I saw many crimson talismans suddenly lit up on the sword, flickering and extinguishing, which was really weird.
Then, Pan Jianzhong chanted a spell and struck out with a sword.
The sword light surged, and a red sword energy shot out, heading straight for Li Muchen.
Li Muchen nodded slightly. This bloody swordsmanship was indeed quite skillful.
People may think it is a witchcraft when they see the blood evil, but they don't know that it is an orthodox Taoist art. It uses the pure yang of human blood to activate the murderous intention in the sword. The evil can be used to break the evil and the evil can be warded off by using the yang to bring the evil.
Negative.
With this sword, it would be extremely difficult for an ordinary warrior, even a master, to block this bloody aura. They could only avoid its edge and wait for an opportunity to counterattack.
But Li Muchen is not a warrior, how can this mere Maoshan technique be difficult to defeat him?
As soon as he raised his hand, the sword energy disappeared, but the peach wood sword in Pan Jianzhong's hand suddenly fell out of his hand, was caught by an invisible powerful force, flew out with a swish, and fell into Li Muchen's hand.
Pan Jianzhong was shocked and quickly cast spells, changing his hands and muttering words in an attempt to regain the sword.
This sword was cultivated by him for decades. The spirit of the sword is connected with his soul and has a clear understanding.
As soon as he recited the curse, the peach wood sword vibrated in Li Muchen's hand, buzzing and trembling as he tried his best to break free.
Li Muchen turned the sword over with one hand, placed it horizontally in front of him, pointed with the other hand, and shouted: "Break!"
The sword stopped shaking and calmed down.
Pan Jianzhong, who was reciting a curse, spat out a mouthful of blood, covering his chest with a look of pain on his face.
At this time, Ma Shan had also knocked most of the bodyguards with guns to the ground.
There are only a few left, their skills are relatively high and they are far away. At this time, their number is reduced, and there is an opportunity to shoot.
Several guns were pointed at Mashan at the same time and the triggers were pulled.
Gunshots rang out and bullets shot out.
However, Ma Shan had already changed his position as he took Yu steps. His figure was like a ghost and was not at the same position just now.
The bullets missed him and flew randomly towards the hundreds of men in black behind Li Muchen and Lang Yuwen. If they were not hit, someone would be killed or injured.
Several men in black who were on the target of the bullet trajectory opened their eyes wide and looked ahead in disbelief, because their naked eyes actually saw the flying bullets.
Although these bullets are still moving forward, their speed has become extremely slow, like a few black flying insects.
At this time, Mashan's ghostly figure flashed past, and the gunmen were knocked down by him before they had a chance to fire a second shot.
He grabbed the frightened Pan Fengnian by the collar and cursed: "Grandma, weren't you crazy just now? It's you, Pan Fengnian, who is responsible for returning Dragon City! I want to see it and slap you to death.
, will the sky of this Dragon City collapse in half?"