The fifth volume is full of awe and martial arts legends Chapter 250: Invincible with a Fingertip
Fast, indescribably fast.
The finger rose quickly and fell even faster. Everyone saw the two fists and fingers collide, and Shangguan Tianhong was defeated.
In a flash, Li Muchan's other hand quietly raised up and pointed out.
Bai Yujing was about to cry out in surprise, but he suddenly saw a silver light flashing under the rain. His eyes blurred, and in a trance, two fingers were already close to him. Without any haste, the finger force broke the wind and rain and pointed directly at his eyebrows.
"Hey!"
Bai Yujing's expression tensed up, and he hurriedly blocked the attack, raising his finger to meet it.
His finger was also unusual. As soon as he pointed and raised his sword finger, a layer of solid energy suddenly appeared out of thin air around his body, blocking the wind and rain, and stretched across three feet away, with a faint green light flowing.
It is the innate qi.
The energy surged in all directions, and Bai Yujing was seen concentrating and holding his breath, his clothes fluttering wildly, and the energy outside his body gathered and converged, all condensing on the sword finger, as if turning into a green sword edge, breaking through Li Muchan's sword finger.
This person is indeed still holding back and hiding his true abilities.
Li Muchan's finger, however, advanced steadily, his expression unperturbed. Never mind that this man had a back-up plan. Even if he possessed unparalleled strength, he wouldn't have made it out of this alley alive today.
The finger forces met in an instant and clashed in the air, with a hissing sound that continued to be heard.
Their fingertips met, and two masses of energy transformed from the invisible into the visible. Li Muchan's finger energy was like flowing clouds and mist, its momentum vast and ethereal, like a rushing river. With a single finger, it was like the flowing water eastward, its internal energy continuous and its force fierce and powerful. It looked ordinary, but in fact it had already been integrated with the unparalleled, magnificent and powerful force of the Wuxiang Divine Art.
The force from Bai Yujing's fingers was like an arrow shot from a bow, sharp and fierce, with strong penetrating power. It seemed like a confrontation in public, but secretly he was intending to hurt people's hearts and lungs.
But no matter how well he hid himself, with one finger, the stalemate lasted less than half a breath, and the wind and rain around the two of them suddenly dissipated like smoke and dust, turning into a puff of water mist.
Bai Yujing's expression changed from solemn to ugly, and then to fear. In a flash, the sword finger he extended suddenly swelled and became engorged with blood, and then exploded with a "bang", turning into a ball of splattering blood mud, and his index finger and middle finger were severed at the root.
" Wow!"
The force backfired, Bai Yujing's eyelids twitched, and red spots appeared on his pale cheeks. He felt that the right half of his body had instantly lost consciousness. He staggered back, and finally hit the wall heavily, and slowly fell to the ground.
Figures rose and fell, and Lu Xiaojia, Liu Mama, and Shangguan Xian'er on the ground all took the opportunity to recover, stood up to meet the enemy, and faced them solemnly.
Just when Li Muchan attacked Shangguan Tianhong and Bai Yujing, several murderous intentions were already besieging Shangguan Xiaoxian.
Among them is not only Qiu Xiaolou, but also seven masters headed by Eunuch Liu.
Shangguan Xiaoxian was not afraid. She held the peacock feather in her hand and was about to defend herself, but Eunuch Liu smiled and suddenly changed his sharp and vicious palm strike, and attacked Shangguan Xianer and the other two.
Shangguan Xiaoxian's face suddenly turned cold, she bit her red lips tightly, retracted the peacock feather in her hand, and made a gesture to stop the attack.
But her action gave the remaining men an opportunity to attack more fiercely, just to capture the woman alive.
At this moment, the seriously injured Shangguan Tianhong suddenly looked up to the sky and let out a sharp and high-pitched howl. The howl was like a wolf's howl, resounding through the sky.
Before the whistling sound died down, hundreds of figures covered in blood suddenly appeared outside the alley.
I saw that these people had different appearances. Most of them were Han Chinese, and a few were from other ethnic groups. Their clothing and appearance were not that of people from the Central Plains.
"Kill him!" Shangguan Tianhong shouted sternly.
He was originally from the Jinpeng Dynasty.
In order to fight for that last glimmer of hope, he said in a deep voice, "This battle will not be lost. I have two thousand elite warriors who have been secretly infiltrating Luoyang City disguised as merchants for a long time. As long as we stabilize the situation and unite with the remaining troops in the city, we still have the strength to fight."
He said this to Eunuch Liu, Bai Yujing and others.
The current situation is reversing too quickly, so we must first stabilize people's hearts.
As Qiu Xiaolou drew his sword, he also spoke: "My Demon Cult also has troops lurking inside and outside the city."
Bai Yujing's face looked grim, and he glanced coldly at Qiu Xiaolou.
But now was not the time to worry about these things. He hurriedly swallowed his internal energy and secretly used his internal strength to suppress his injuries.
But before he could completely swallow his breath , Bai Yujing's eyes suddenly opened wide, staring straight at Qiu Xiaolou who had just spoken.
Qiu Xiaolou was originally about to draw his sword at Shangguan Xiaoxian, and had already done so.
If the blade misses, strike again with the second strike.
Unexpectedly, he saw a finger force coming from the air out of the corner of his eye. His heart skipped a beat and he turned the blade sharply and chopped it down.
The green knife light was curved like a crescent moon and suddenly appeared out of thin air in the alley.
But when the blade passed by, Qiu Xiaolou's expression changed.
There is no finger force under the scimitar.
There was only a drop of blood that Li Muchan flicked out with his finger with soft force.
The drop of blood was as round as a pearl, and was split into two by the crescent-shaped scimitar, splitting it into two halves in the air and covering Qiu Xiaolou's eyes.
Qiu Xiaolou's eyes were covered with blood and he had no time to react. He felt his eyes turn cold and his vision suddenly turned bright red. In an instant he felt as if he had fallen into an icy cave.
Oh no!
Including Bai Yujing, everyone secretly thought that something bad was going to happen.
Qiu Xiaolou quickly swung the knife in his hand, and after a drop of blood, a silver index finger pointed in the air with great force.
Li Muchan pointed a finger at Qiu Xiaolou, and with his other hand, he turned his finger into a sword and tapped it in the air. Suddenly, the force of his finger pushed the wind and stopped the rain, and the raindrops struck horizontally, hitting the remaining six eunuchs.
“Arrogant!”
Qiu Xiaolou's whole body was full of energy, his black hair was standing up, like an angry lion.
Ruyi Tianmo, eight consecutive moves.
But just as the sword was about to be launched and the move had not yet been made, the index finger had already quickly landed on the left side of the blade of the crescent-shaped scimitar.
The sword move was halfway started when it was cut off by this finger.
Qiu Xiaolou was shocked and changed his moves in a hurry, but just as he changed his sword moves, the index finger suddenly struck the right again.
With a "ding" sound, the sword move was broken again.
Then he saw the swords of Qiu Xiaolou's men flying like lightning, but in a split second, a sword finger followed like a shadow, hitting the sword repeatedly, making a crisp sound and interrupting the attack.
In the blink of an eye, Qiu Xiaolou retreated repeatedly, changing his moves eighteen times, but none of them could form an attack or killing momentum, so that his moves and momentum were not successful, and he almost vomited blood.
"ah!"
With a low roar, Qiu Xiaolou stopped retreating, and his breath was wildly raised, and suddenly a surge of energy surged out of his body.
"Die!"
He hated Li Muchan so much that he gnashed his teeth in hatred and was even willing to risk his life for Bai Yujing just to get revenge.
But now seeing how Li Muchan's martial arts had improved, Qiu Xiaolou understood that if he couldn't defeat him today, there would be no hope of revenge for the rest of his life.
So, he used all his strength in this strike, determined to kill the unrivaled strong man in front of him, who had stolen most of his demon sect's foundation and was his mortal enemy.
But when the blood drops blinded him just now, Qiu Xiaolou had already lost the initiative. Did he still have a chance to draw his sword?
Of course Li Muchan would not give him a chance.
He quickly retracted the crescent-shaped scimitar and was about to raise it, but unexpectedly, the index finger moved forward and turned into a palm. With a rub and a press, it was already against the blade of the crescent-shaped scimitar. He pushed the palm forward and pressed it heavily on Qiu Xiaolou's chest.
Qiu Xiaolou had only one arm and lost the initiative. He held the scimitar across his chest and tried his best to resist the powerful force of Li Muchan's palm. His eyes were red, and he stepped back step by step, gritting his teeth, but still wanted to fight hard.
However, after taking only one step back, Qiu Xiaolou bumped into a stone wall. He felt as if he had been severely injured, and his Adam's apple could not help but move.
Knowing that he was doomed, Qiu Xiaolou's eyes immediately showed a hint of fear, but he suddenly laughed strangely, "Li Muchan, just wait, someone will avenge this blood feud for me in the future. My disciples..."
Li Muchan looked calm and said nothing. He suddenly sank one foot, and the force came from the ground, pushing the palm force down again.
The stone wall behind Qiu Xiaolou shook with a loud bang, as if a dragon was turning over.
After being struck down by a palm strike, Li Muchan made a quick decision and retreated. Looking at Qiu Xiaolou again, the life in his eyes quickly dimmed. He collapsed against the wall, muttering incoherently, "...I will never let you go. Even if I become a ghost...I will never let you go!"
After saying this, his head drooped and he died on the spot.
