Li Muchan used Flash to disappear and appeared more than twenty feet away. The little flying squirrel turned into a stream of light and chased after it in an instant, pulling it like a thread without losing more than two feet to Li Muchan.
Li Muchan raised his eyebrows. This was the first time since the small movement that someone...an animal was chasing so closely that he couldn't escape.[..com]
Although he could escape once he cast the Great Teleportation Technique, he was not in a hurry. He wanted to see what kind of abilities this little flying squirrel had that made those fearless sand ghosts so frightened.
He stopped suddenly, and with a flash of oblique light, the tip of the sword had already stabbed the little flying squirrel. Although it was as fast as a stream of light, it was not as fast as Li Muchan's sword.
"A...", there was a crisp sound, and the tip of the sword pierced the flying squirrel's tail. It dang and flew out, squeaking twice, and its big, energetic eyes showed anger.
Li Muchan was astonished that the blood-drinking sword could not pierce the spider's fur when he cut it into mud. He saw that the soft and smooth down was as hard as armor.
Flying Squirrel was extremely angry. He called out "Zhizhi" twice and turned into a stream of light. He moved faster and arrived in front of Li Muchan in an instant.
Li Muchan blocked the move with his sword, and with a crisp "ding" sound, he slid out smoothly and slid two feet away on the sand. The sword stopped after a little bit of sand.
He looked at the little flying squirrel in surprise, seeing that it was as small as a cat, but when it hit it, it looked like a giant elephant. It turned into a stream of light and hit it again. With a crisp "ding", Li Muchan slid another two feet away.
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It widened its eyes and glared at Li Muchan fiercely. It collided with it again. Li Muchan drew an arc, and the circular light collided with it.
"Bang!" There was a muffled sound and it bounced back.
"Squeak" it shrieked, wagging its fluffy tail in the air, then deflected and shot towards it. Li Muchan's sword light circled around again, and the round light met it.
"Bang!" It bounced back with a muffled sound. Although it had the strength of a thousand catties and met with Li Muchan's excellent swordsmanship and his divine power, it couldn't do anything good.
"Squeak, squeak, squeak, squeak!" It screamed again and again, and shot again. As Li Muchan's sword flashed in a circle, it swung its tail, ducked to avoid the sword light, and came from the left.
Li Muchan moved his body sideways, and the arc sword light met him again, and it was bounced out again, letting out an angry cry of "squeak, squeak, squeak, squeak, squeak, squeak, squeak".
Li Muchan laughed and found it interesting.
Although it was indomitable and unable to attack Li Muchan's sword light, it attacked without stopping. It seemed to have infinite energy, and it attacked fifty or sixty times in a short time.
Li Muchan fought with it with great interest, wanting to see what capabilities it had. It was invulnerable, powerful, and as fast as lightning. This little flying squirrel was truly gifted, and it was difficult for ordinary people to match it.
Even ordinary masters cannot escape its vicious hands when they encounter it. Li Muchan tried it out and found out that its claws can tear apart the Gang Qi. He just tried to punch out a punch that was as strong as substance, but was struck by its small claws.
It spread out, it was really amazing.
The two of them were fighting together, having fun going back and forth, when suddenly there was a muffled sound under Li Muchan's feet, yellow sand splashed up, a thin sand ghost appeared behind him, and two black lights hit his vest.
When Li Muchan noticed the abnormality, the black light had already reached behind him, and he disappeared in a flash. The small teleportation technique was so powerful that he could barely avoid it.
He could clearly feel the cold air and evil energy in his vest. A little later, the consequences were unpredictable. These two thin needles were quenching the poison and should have killed many people. He could feel it through the evil energy.
Ever since he got the blood-drinking sword, he has become more and more sensitive to evil spirits. Through the evil spirits, he can vaguely detect how many people he has killed. These two thin needles have killed no less than a hundred people, and the evil spirits are as if they are real.
He appeared thirty feet away and took a look. The moonlight shone like water on the face of the sand ghost. There were some vague patterns painted on the black face, which looked a bit strange.
He looks no different from other sand ghosts. The only difference is his eyes, which are clear and lively. Unlike other sand ghosts, which only have a violent look, they also have a bit of wisdom.
Li Muchan raised his eyebrows. He seemed to be a big shot. He roared, and the flying squirrel suddenly landed on his shoulder, chirping non-stop.
This sand ghost, Momo Flying Squirrel, squeaked twice, then stamped its feet fiercely, and suddenly got into the sand. The flying squirrel screamed "Squeak" and shot towards Li Muchan.
Li Muchan floated back and swung his sword at the flying squirrel. With a crisp "ding" sound, the flying squirrel flew away, and then it flipped in the air and pounced again.
While Li Muchan was dealing with the flying squirrel, he was concentrating on sensing the sand ghost, but it was all blurry and he couldn't sense it at all. If he entered the meditation and performed mudra, he should be able to sense the sand ghost, but at this time, he was entangled by the flying squirrel and could not calm down, so he could only concentrate.
Intuitively, just go by your gut.
He suddenly closed his eyes, stood still, and swung his sword to form a curtain of light. Upon seeing this, the flying squirrel kept changing directions and pounced on it, but Li Muchan was able to accurately change the direction of the sword light and knock it away.
"Ding Ding Ding ..." The sound of Qingming sounded, and it was very fast.
Li Muchan suddenly opened his eyes and moved one foot sideways, floating like lotus flowers blooming on the water. He looked at his feet where he saw two thin blue needles standing vertically in the sand. If he had not changed direction just now, he would have stepped on them.
Li Muchan's heart skipped a beat. This sand ghost was really weird. He had to be on the lookout for his skills, but he couldn't find any trace of him. If he wanted to find him, he could only calm down and enter concentration. But this little flying squirrel kept disturbing him and couldn't tolerate it.
He stopped and fell into concentration.
Although he was able to multi-task and had a strong spirit, he could not enter concentration while doing it. He could enter concentration while moving, but that was when he was practicing on his own, and it was different from doing it with others.
"Ding, ding, ding..." Flying Squirrel seemed not to get tired and attacked like crazy. Li Muchan was a little annoyed and suddenly let out a loud shout.
The little flying squirrel was startled, and its small figure froze for a moment before appearing in the air.
This final shout was made by Li Muchan with mantra, and he used the lion's roar of Buddhism to directly attack his mind. Although the little flying squirrel's body was as strong as steel and its speed was as fast as electricity, its mind was not firm enough, so it was stopped by the drink.
Li Muchan suddenly appeared behind it, with a flash of sword light and a crisp "ding" sound, the blow hit the back of its head exactly.
It reacted and tried to avoid it, but Li Muchan's sword was faster, and the tip of the sword had already pierced it. It flew away, staggering, as if it was drunk.
Li Muchan laughed out loud, but did not chase after him. Instead, he sat cross-legged on the sand, placed the blood-drinking sword across his knees, formed a seal with his hands, and immediately entered concentration.
Once he entered samadhi, his spirit suddenly concentrated, his five senses and senses were enhanced several times, and everything around him became clear to his heart. The moonlight, breeze, sand, and earth slowly merged into one.
He suddenly opened his eyes, pressed the thumb of his left hand, and let out a sharp whistle, then bumped into the little flying squirrel that turned into a stream of light. He held the sword in his right hand and thrust it down, "You..." there was a crisp sound, and then disappeared.
Li Muchan frowned, and suddenly let out a shout from the seals formed with his hands, like thunder in the night sky, shattering the calmness. The little flying squirrel froze, and Li Muchan followed closely with his finger force, knocking it away in one go.
He once again placed his sword across his knees, closed his eyes and fell into meditation. The feeling that had just faded resurfaced again. As his spirit strengthened, his integration with the surroundings also accelerated much faster.
Putting it in front of the well, he fell into concentration very quickly. This is an instinct that has been practiced since childhood and is deeply rooted in the bone marrow. However, it is not so easy to integrate with the heaven and earth. It requires adjusting the state of mind. The heart is like a wild ape. It is not easy to get down.
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Now that his spirit has strengthened, it is much easier to subdue the mental ape. He can quickly adjust his state of mind and enter the realm of unity between man and nature. In this realm, all changes around him cannot escape his feeling.
For a moment, he opened his eyes in excitement, the sword flashed, and he pierced it again, "Down..." Another crisp sound came from the sand.
Li Muchan knew that this sand ghost was wearing a body-protecting armor and could actually block the blood-drinking sword. It was really powerful, but the power on the sword was not so easy to remove. Not only did he have divine power, but he also contained strange inner strength.
His sword flashed again, and then he stabbed out with a sword, "Morning..." There was another crisp sound, he sneered and drew out his sword one after another, the sword light flashed, and there was a continuous tinkling sound.
"Squeak!" Amidst the screams, Fei Shou came over again. Li Muchan pressed his thumb and let out a sharp "chi" sound with his middle finger.
The flying squirrel waggled its tail in the air, its speed did not slow down, but it avoided the force of the fingers. Li Muchan said "Huh", this little guy is very smart, he is doing two things at once, the sword light of his right hand flashes, and the finger force of his left hand jàng, the speed of the little flying squirrel
Although he was fast, Li Muchan fired with all five fingers, and his finger strength formed a net that could not tolerate any flickering.
With a "bang" sound, the little flying squirrel received a finger blow and immediately flew out, shooting ten meters away in the air. It suddenly twisted and shot again.
Although Li Muchan's finger power is strong, he can't do anything to it. He can only knock it away with brute force, but it can't break through its defense. And it is extremely powerful, but its body is small, so it can't compete with Li Muchan's power.
, but Li Muchan's power was removed through flying shots, so he couldn't hurt it.
Li Muchan pointed and waved his sword at the same time. The armor on the sand ghost was powerful, but Li Muchan was confident of defeating it. The blood-drinking sword stabbed the same part every time. No matter how powerful the armor was, it would not be safe under the attack method of dripping water and piercing through stone.
"Tsk!" A fluffy blue needle shot out from the sand.
Li Muchan's sword flashed in a circle, flicked it away, and shot at the flying little flying squirrel. Amidst the sound of "ding, ding", the little flying squirrel screamed angrily.
Li Muchan's sword kept shining, stabbing continuously. Although this sand ghost was fast in movement and had excellent escape skills, he couldn't escape from Li Muchan's sword. The armor could protect him from injury, but it couldn't lift the huge weight.
The sand was like a swamp, and the sword light kept interrupting his escape skills, so he could not move even under the sword light and could only be beaten passively.
"Bang!" The sand splashed, and the sand ghost finally jumped out, his chest heaving violently, and he was breathing heavily, as if he had been holding his breath underwater for a long time, greedily breathing in the air.
Li Muchan smiled faintly, and the sword light caught up with him and stabbed his throat in an instant. Sand Ghost stretched out his hand to block his throat. There was a crisp "ding" sound, and the sword tip pierced his palm. Li Muchan frowned. He understood this time, he
There is no armor, but hard bones.
The bones he stabbed before were all the bones of the Sand Ghost, maybe his palms, but they were able to withstand the blood-drinking sword. The bones of this Sand Ghost were really stronger than steel!
This was indeed unbelievable, but it actually appeared before Li Muchan's eyes. His sword light suddenly brightened, and the sword light filled the sky and enveloped the Sand Ghost.
The sand ghost waved his palm into a shadow, and the shadow of the palm was intertwined with the light of the sword. The clear sound of "ding, ding, ding, ding, ding, ding, ding, ding, ding, ding, ding, ding, ding, ding, ding, ding, ding, ding, ding, ding, ding, ding."
But the power kept coming, and he needed to retreat to resolve it.
Li Muchan's sword light was getting faster and faster, but his left hand still kept moving, using all five fingers to suppress the little flying squirrel. It was surprising when it first appeared. It was as fast as electricity, as hard as steel, and powerful. It was really scary, but once you found its weakness
, but can be easily suppressed.
If Li Muchan didn't have finger strength, he couldn't do it. The strength of his fingers was stronger than his palms and fists. His small claws could tear, but they couldn't connect. With all five fingers at the same time, he could only tear two at most, and the other three at the same time.
Shoot to.
Li Muchan's energy was focused on the Sand Ghost. This Sand Ghost was very clever and had strange skills. He was really powerful. He might have some tricks up his sleeve, so he had to guard against it.
"Ding Ding Ding ..." In the sound of Qingming, the sand ghost suddenly made a vertical and drilled into the sand again. Li Mu Chan was about to chase, but he was dàng under his feet, and once again avoided the blue needle in the sand.
He was secretly annoyed that this move was really vicious. Without the help of intuition, he would have died several times. He roared angrily and punched out.
"Boom..." Sand was flying all over the sky. His fist was as powerful as a dragon. It was the Mad Dragon Fist. His fist strength had a trace of his spirit. He chased the sand ghost. Wherever he passed, the flying sand was like a dragon moving underground.
Li Muchan's body flashed, and he was chasing after him. He struck out with the Crazy Dragon Fist one after another. Looking down from the sky, it looked like dragons were swimming in the sand, and many dragons were playing with pearls.
"Bang!" With a muffled sound, the sand ghost flew into the air with the sand. Li Muchan dodged and punched the sand ghost. "Bang" he shot out like a cannonball.
"Squeak..." The little flying squirrel screamed and flew over, but Li Muchan ignored it and disappeared in a flash. He activated his small movement and reappeared next to the flying sand ghost. He punched out both fists at the same time.
"Bang" he shot again.
"Squeak, squeak, squeak..." The little flying squirrel's eyes were red, and it shot like a stream of light. This time, it was not shot at Li Muchan, but at the Sand Ghost.
Li Muchan ignored it, and in a flash, he appeared in front of the sand ghost again. He punched out with both fists, each one with a force of a thousand pounds, and knocked him away again.
The little flying squirrel flew into the air, but continued to pursue it unyieldingly. Li Muchan dodged again and hit the sand ghost with two punches. He flew around in the air like a ball, but never fell down.
Li Muchan understood that although he seemed to have no power to fight back, he was stunned by his own divine power and could recover once he landed. He must not be allowed to fall to the ground.
Li Muchan punched one after another, his body flickered, and he used small movements one after another. Every time the sand ghost was hit, it flew away, but it never vomited blood, but was just dizzy.
After ten punches, Li Muchan's sword suddenly flashed and pierced the center of his eyebrows. With a clear "ding" sound, Li Muchan's left fist hit the hilt of the sword fiercely, like a hammer, and the sword tip finally penetrated the center of his eyebrows.
He twisted his wrist and rotated the tip of the sword, then drew the sword and retreated. "Bang" The sand ghost fell to the sand like a rag bag, and the clear light in his eyes slowly faded.
"Squeak!" The little flying squirrel let out a shrill scream and was in front of Li Muchan in a flash.
Li Muchan blocked it with his sword, and ". Ding" he flew straight out. The force of the collision was really terrifying. He stepped back while walking in the air to dissipate the power. His arms were so sore that he could hardly hold the sword.
Seeing it going crazy, Li Muchan didn't want to be entangled anymore, so he disappeared in a flash and appeared a mile away, using the Great Teleportation Technique.
There was a smile on his face. This sword had gained a lot. The cool breath coming from the sword tip was as thick as a finger, pure and mellow, and the flavor was endless.
Killing this one sand ghost is worth hundreds of other sand ghosts. Their breath is qualitatively different from this cool breath, just like the difference between a martial artist and a master.
He thought for a while and continued to go west, never giving up. Although this time was very dangerous, he always gained something. He didn't know what the little flying squirrel was that made the sand ghost so afraid. If he could subdue it, how could he kill it?
Sand ghosts are much easier.
He smiled again and shook his head. This little flying squirrel had already opened its mind. Now I am afraid that it would hate himself so much that it would be difficult to subdue it.
He went west for more than a hundred miles and met a group of sand ghosts again. This time, they were still like before, with thousands of sand ghosts surrounding him.
This time, Li Muchan didn't bother to kill more, so he just made a few small moves, dodged the siege of the sand ghosts, and calmly headed west. They couldn't catch up with him at all.
After another hundred miles, Li Muchan's expression suddenly became solemn, he suddenly stopped, his eyes flickered a few times, and he suddenly turned around and walked away.
"Bang!" As the sand was flying, a dozen sand ghosts flew out from the sand two feet away, shining towards Li Muchan like a ray of light.
Li Muchan's figure swayed and turned into a shadow. When they rushed towards him, the shadow dispersed and he was already twenty feet away. A dozen sand ghosts plunged directly into the ground and disappeared in an instant.
Li Muchan's heart rang with warning signs. These guys were much faster in the sand than outside. It was really scary. He suddenly became a little curious about this escape technique. If he could learn this escape technique, it would be the best to deal with them.
, if the disciples of Kuangfeng Gorge can master it, these sand ghosts will lose their advantage and will never be the opponents of the disciples of Kuangfeng Gorge.
Together with these thoughts, they suddenly started burning like a spark in the prairie fire. The more he thought about it, the more excited he became. His body flashed and he directly used the Great Teleportation Technique.
Ten miles later, with a "bang bang" sound, fifteen sand ghosts flew out of the sand, turned their heads and looked into the distance, and at the same time raised their heads to the sky and let out a sharp roar.
Li Muchan walked slowly, holding a sand ghost in each hand. Without stopping, he ran as fast as lightning. He ran a hundred miles in the blink of an eye, and then stopped on a small sand dune.
He directly knocked out the two sand ghosts, then sat cross-legged on the sand, closed his eyes slightly, and after forming a few mudras with his hands, he used the parallel fingers of his right hand like a sword, and pointed the fingertips on the eyebrows of a sand ghost.
His face turned red, then turned pale, and after a while he slowly opened his eyes.
"Zhizhi..." Suddenly there was a scream, and a yellow shadow flew from a distance. The next moment, it was in front of him. Li Muchan waved his left hand together, and immediately several fingers woven into a net, covering the yellow shadow. It was exactly
That little flying squirrel.
The little flying squirrel swung its claws together, trying to tear away the blocking fingers, but it was too late, so it could only fly out unwillingly, and then shot back.
Li Muchan moved the five fingers of his left hand together, frowned, stared at the other sand ghost, and rubbed his chin with his right hand, thoughtfully.!