Nie Wangqiu turned around and withdrew his sword, avoiding the force of his fingers, and stabbed him with the sword again.
During this delay, Wen Yinyue and Li Yujiao came over and protected He Fengxia on one side and the other on the right. Wen Yinyue stabbed out a sword lightly, and a lotus flower appeared on the tip of the sword, which was faint and graceful, as if it were an illusion and yet it was real.
Li Yujiao waved out a piece of cold light, like the rustling of snowflakes, and the surrounding air was so cold that it dropped several degrees sharply.
Nie Wangqiu sneered, and the tip of his sword turned into a bit of cold light, hitting Wen Yinyue's sword tip, "Ding..." The clear sound continued, Wen Yinyue took a step back, and the sword kept moving.
Li Yujiao's sword light followed closely, and Nie Wangqiu made a light stroke, "ding..." There was a crisp sound, the lingering sound curled up, and the cold light in the sky disappeared. Li Yujiao also took a step back, and the sword trembled like a snake.
Although the two retreated, Nie Wangqiu could not continue. In this moment, Wang Xiaoyao rushed forward like a mad dog, and sword light fell like raindrops.
Nie Wangqiu flashed, disappeared suddenly, and appeared behind Wang Xiaoyao, raising his sword to stab his vest, which was extremely sudden.
He was very close to Wang Xiaoyao, while Li Muchan was far away from the two of them. They could no longer reach out with their fingers. The swords of Wen Yinyue and Li Yujiao trembled, and strange internal forces penetrated into the swords. The two women mobilized their internal forces to compete, but they were unable to save them even though they wanted to save them.
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Li Muchan snorted coldly and threw out his long sword.
"Woo!" The long sword drew a stream of light and shot towards Nie Wangqiu.
Although this shot did not use the Yellow Dragon Flying Sword, it was incredibly fast, faster than the force of a finger. It arrived in front of Nie Wangqiu in an instant, with an astonishing momentum.
"Haha..." Nie Wangqiu let out another long laugh, suddenly appeared in front of Li Muchan, and thrust out with his sword, as fast as lightning.
"Haha..." Li Muchan then let out a long laugh, placed his palm horizontally on his left chest, pressed out the thumb of his right hand, and looked calm.
"Tsk!" The tip of the sword instantly pierced into the palm of his hand, and his fingers hit Nie Wangqiu at the same time.
Nie Wangqiu could have avoided it, but he didn't expect that a strange force suddenly came from the sword, like a drill, hitting his heart directly.
He fell into a trance, his movements stagnated for a moment, and then there was a "pop" sound, like a pebble falling into a deep well. A blood hole appeared on his right shoulder, and blood surged out.
Li Muchan's left palm turned and stirred, and the strength of Nie Wangqiu's right hand leaked out from the blood hole. The sword immediately fell out of his hand, and Li Muchan caught it with his right hand and pulled it out.
He kicked off his feet, turned around and walked away, disappearing into the depths of the woods like a streak of light.
Li Muchan swung his sword with his right hand, and the long sword came after him like a shooting star. There was a muffled sound in the woods, and then there was no sound except for the gentle breeze.
It's a long story. In fact, the two of them only exchanged two moves. They were incredibly fast and took just the blink of an eye. By the time the other four people realized what they were doing, Nie Wangqiu had already disappeared.
Wen Yinyue appeared in front of him in a flash, glanced at him, and said angrily: "Junior brother!"
Li Yujiao rushed over: "Senior Brother Zhanran, are you okay?"
She grabbed Li Muchan's left palm, which revealed a bloody wound, with bones visible.
Just now, if he hadn't practiced the dragon-slaying hand and the indestructible power of Vajra, this sword would have pierced the palm and hit the heart.
"What a Nie Wangqiu!" Wen Yinyue shook her head.
As expected, he is worthy of being a famous figure. His martial arts skills are extraordinary. The internal power of the sword just now was extremely strange. It was like a ball of flame, which penetrated into the body and burned away. The internal power was the fuel.
Fortunately, the Miaolian Sutra is mysterious and has strange internal power, so it can be extinguished directly. If it were another person, he could only wait for the internal power to be exhausted, and he would be defeated without using force.
Li Yujiao's Snow Jade Divine Art is also mysterious, so she can suppress it.
"This Nie Wangqiu is indeed a villain!" Li Yujiao snorted, took out a porcelain bottle from her arms, and applied some white ointment to Li Muchan's wound, carefully.
Wang Xiaoyao looked ashamed: "Master Zhanran, I..."
Li Muchan waved his right hand and said with a smile: "Don't be polite Xiaoyao, this Nie Wangqiu is the leader of a sect, and his martial arts skills are certainly not trivial. We have lost a lot of people."
"Ashamed, I didn't help at all, but became a burden." Wang Xiaoyao shook his head and smiled bitterly.
Only now did he realize that Master Zhanran's fame in the world was not a fluke. His abilities were indeed far superior to his own. Not to mention Master Zhanran, Fairy Wen and Miss Li were both above him.
It's funny that I was unconvinced before and felt that Fairy Wen's reputation was a bit exaggerated. Maybe everyone was praising her because she was a stunning beauty.
Now I realize how ridiculous I am.
Li Muchan smiled and said: "This Nie Wangqiu's Flying Immortal Sword Technique seems to be mixed with the Seven Kills Sword. When the two are fused together, the power is indeed impressive."
He was happy in his heart. This was the first time that he did not rely on the Ming Dynasty King's Scripture to win. Although it was a bit of a trick, it still made him inexplicably excited.
In the past, when the weak defeated the strong, he always relied on the Ming Dynasty King's Scripture, and he was always not confident in his heart. Now he defeated Nie Wangqiu without using the Ming Dynasty King's Scripture, which is really a great encouragement.
However, it would be difficult to hurt Nie Wangqiu if he didn't use clever tactics this time. He seemed to have a way of dealing with the Canghai Divine Sword and could always avoid it at critical moments.
Presumably when the master was young, he often used the Canghai Divine Finger to fight against him, so he had the experience to deal with it.
Looking back on the circumstances of the attack, Nie Wangqiu was really cunning and cunning. He went after He Fengxia as soon as he came up. He used her as bait to force Wang Xiaoyao to die. After the two women protected He Fengxia, he specifically killed Wang Xiaoyao in order to force her to die.
Throw the sword yourself.
He followed his plan, threw the sword, and then used the dragon-slaying hand and the indestructible power of the Vajra to severely injure him with the technique of burning both jade and stone.
Nie Wangqiu never expected that he would use this move, so he could only hide his anger and run away after being injured.
Li Muchan shook his head and sighed. When facing the enemy, the three tactics of being steady and ruthless are indispensable. If he is not ruthless enough, with his ability, he can kill his own group and make them confused. The outcome is unpredictable.
After applying the ointment, Li Yujiao took out the silk handkerchief from her sleeve, wrapped it around his palm, raised her head and said, "Senior brother, you cannot touch this palm for three days!"
Li Muchan smiled and nodded.
"Fortunately, it's the left palm. That move you made just now was too shocking. It was really scary!" Li Yujiao patted her chest, still feeling frightened.
Although she couldn't move, she could see clearly that if the sword had been stronger, it would have penetrated the palm and then stabbed into the heart, and she would have died immediately.
Li Muchan smiled and said, "I have a great destiny, so it doesn't matter."
He Fengxia walked over and looked at Li Muchan with shame, her eyes filled with confusion.
Li Muchan smiled and said: "Miss He, there is no need to say more, Nie Wangqiu is injured and can no longer chase us."
He Fengxia suddenly became excited.
Li Muchan shook his head: "But, he won't let us go. He will always have to kill people and silence them. It is estimated that many experts will be sent over. We must be prepared."
Wang Xiaoyao hurriedly said: "But Master Zhanran, your injury..."
He saw Li Muchan vomiting a mouthful of blood. He must have suffered internal injuries.
Li Muchan shook his head and said it was okay.
Wang Xiaoyao said: "Then do we have to travel all night?
Although they are strong, the Changbai Sword Sect is one of the seven major sword sects and has many masters. A swarm of ants can bite an elephant to death. Even if they have extremely light skills, they will still narrowly escape death if they are surrounded.
Li Muchan shook his head: "Forget it, they really want to send out experts, there is no way we can avoid them."
"How is that possible?" Wang Xiaoyao was unconvinced. With their speed, even on horseback they couldn't catch up.
Li Yujiao rolled her eyes at him: "Stupid, do you think all the masters of the Changbai Sword Sect stay in the mountains? If a flying pigeon passes a message, the masters from all over the place will disappear after receiving it, and they will block us in front!"
Wang Xiaoyao's face turned red, and she secretly hated herself for not using her brain in everything, yet she caught him again.
Li Muchan smiled and said: "We will follow the normal speed, rest when we need to rest, and rush when we need to hurry. The premise is not to damage our combat power, so as not to be surrounded and have no choice but to wait and die."
He took out a jade flute from his arms, which exuded a warm luster under the firelight. He put it to his mouth, pressed his lips together and blew it, but no sound came out.
Although there was no sound, everyone felt nauseated and chest tightness.
Suddenly two clear chirps sounded in the sky, high-pitched and exciting, resounding throughout the night sky.
Two groups of black shadows rushed down. As soon as Wang Xiaoyao stood up, two groups of black shadows were already standing on Li Muchan's shoulders. A strong wind caused the bonfire to sway.
Wang Xiaoyao took a closer look and saw that there were two eagles, one big and one small, with eyes as bright as gems, powerful and spiritual, staring at him brightly.
Li Muchan smiled and said: "These are my friends, let them help deliver the letter."
He found a piece of bark, carved a few words, tied it to the eagle's talons, murmured a few words, then held one in each hand and sent it up. The two eagles soared into the sky and appeared in the sky.
Two clear whistles disappeared.
"Senior Brother Zhanran, you can't move your left hand!" Li Yujiao said angrily.
Li Muchan smiled and nodded, promising not to move.
After resting for a night, they set off early the next morning. They were all in high spirits. Injuring Nie Wangqiu made them feel very good.
The night was hazy, the moon was like a silver plate, and the bright moonlight was shining all around. The five of them, Li Muchan, were sitting in a desolate forest, bathing in the moonlight.
The weather was cold, and the bonfire in the center of the five people was still burning to dispel the chill. It was almost dawn.
Li Muchan suddenly opened his eyes and whispered: "Senior sister, here we come."
Wen Yinyue sat next to him with a majestic appearance. After hearing this, she slowly opened her eyes: "A person from the Changbai Sword Sect?"
Li Muchan nodded, shook his head and smiled: "I didn't expect them to come so late."
Wen Yinyue glanced at him: "How many people are there?"
"Twenty." Li Muchan said.
Wen Yinyue frowned: "Are they all masters?"
Li Muchan nodded: "Nie Wangqiu has suffered losses, how can an ordinary expert be sent here to die?"
"What should we do, run or fight?" Wen Yinyue asked.
Li Muchan said: "Run first, maybe you can meet our people."
"Well, I'll listen to you." Wen Yinyue nodded.
The two of them talked in low voices, and Wang Xiaoyao and the other three also woke up and came closer.
Li Muchan said: "Young Master Wang, you and Junior Sister Li will take Miss He and leave first. Senior Sister and I will hold them off. Our people will be here soon."
"This..." Wang Xiaoyao didn't want to agree at first, but then he remembered that in the previous battle, he didn't agree, but he and his junior sister became a drag, so he hesitated and nodded.