The fifth volume is full of awe and martial arts legends Chapter 265: Full Moon Night, Forbidden City (Part 7)
The sky was filled with brilliant light, and the people watching the fight felt a stinging pain in their eyes. They couldn't even look straight ahead, so they all averted their gazes.
Above the Fengtian Hall, the water ball seemed to have absorbed the light of the sun and the moon, and it was flowing with a strange light.
The life-and-death battle takes place at this moment.
Li Muchan was trapped in the water ball, and his heart suddenly trembled, because the water ball was not hollow inside, but was filled with water. In an instant, it was like being in the vast ocean with surging waves and rapids. It was difficult to breathe, it was difficult to exert strength, and his movements were restricted.
On the other hand, with just a wave of his hand, Tan Wushuang not only diverted all the waves, but also added fuel to the fire , making them move faster. It was simply terrifying.
So that's how it is. I guess Jing Wuming died from this move.
Moreover, Tan Wushuang used the acupuncture points all over his body to stimulate his strength, causing many swirling undercurrents to appear inside the entire water ball, with a strong suction force. Once caught in it, it would be difficult to escape. Even if there were no flaws in his moves, sooner or later he would run out of energy and die of exhaustion.
What a weird method, what a strange martial art.
"Come on, let's have a fight."
Tan Wushuang's lips moved, and suddenly his voice fell into Li Muchan's ears.
Li Muchan didn't say anything. He moved his body, which was originally bound by the water flow, suddenly moved in the water ball.
Like a fallen leaf moving with the waves, or like a floating grass, it floats in the air. No matter how the water flows, it can no longer wrap around Li Muchan's body.
Upon closer inspection, one could see that a layer of ethereal and invisible magical energy had appeared around Li Muchan's body, just like flowing water. No matter how many external forces were applied to it, it was impossible to change its shape or touch its root.
Tan Wushuang's eyes suddenly opened wide, and he clapped his hands several times, but with all his might, he still failed. He then used grappling techniques to attack seventeen times in a row, but no matter how fierce and fast his moves were, none of them succeeded.
But Li Muchan was like the dust in the water. Before the force could reach him, the ripples had already been spread out. No matter how fast Tan Wushuang attacked, he could always avoid it by a hair's breadth. He swayed left and right, floating in the air, his aura invisible and traceless, making it difficult to grasp.
Tan Wushuang asked sternly, "The Wuxiang Divine Art?"
Not only that, Li Muchan was as light as dust, and was gradually integrated into the undercurrent force under the push of it. Not only was he not affected at all, but he moved with the force and rose and fell with the waves, like a fish in water.
Tan Wushuang's original intention was to use this opportunity to restrain Li Muchan, but he didn't expect Li Muchan to take the opportunity to counterattack.
Under the strange light and color, the water ball seemed to be hovering in the air in an incredible way due to the collision of two forces of energy.
Tan Wushuang also saw the murderous intent in it. Li Muchan was using his strength to attack, like a leaf floating in a whirlpool, constantly accumulating momentum, ready to take the opportunity to turn defense into offense and launch a shocking blow.
But it's not that easy.
Now that Tan Wushuang has made his move, he is determined to kill the enemy with one blow.
But suddenly his body shook, and with a wave of his hands, the water ball gathered outside his body began to spin rapidly, stirred by the powerful internal force, and turned into a huge whirlpool.
The vortex was upside down and shaped like a funnel, hanging above the Fengtian Palace, and the stirred wind and clouds changed color.
Seeing this earth-shattering and terrifying power, the people watching the battle all looked at each other in horror and there was dead silence.
Tan Wushuang pushed and lifted Li Muchan high up with both hands.
Just as he was about to make a killing move , he saw Li Muchan floating down, emerging from the cyclone and landing again on the roof of the Fengtian Palace.
Looking up, they saw two people looking into each other's eyes, one above and one below. One was hanging in the sky, with the energy swirling around his body, shaking the earth and the sky; the other had landed on the top of the Forbidden City, his black cloak motionless, and all the water vapor on his body had evaporated without knowing when.
Tan Wushuang's eyes flashed with brilliance. With his two killing moves, ten out of ten masters in the world would die. Jing Wuming died on the spot after only receiving one move, but Li Muchan had received two moves and was still unharmed. He was really amazing.
Li Muchan narrowed his eyes, his gaze focused, a murderous intent flashing across them. He sank his feet, and upon reaching the summit, a surge of energy suddenly rose from the ground, like a mighty wave. The surrounding mist and countless drops of water and dew trembled and leaped into the air as his palms opened and closed.
"Die!"
A cold light also suddenly appeared in Tan Wushuang's eyes. As his body fell, he slowly pressed down with his right hand. The energy in his body was immediately restrained and the vortex reversed. He was like a gyroscope, wrapped in a terrifying palm force, and fell from the sky like a meteor, hitting Li Muchan from top to bottom.
As the energy rolled, the whole building was filled with strong winds, the roof tiles were blown down, and the surging hurricane pushed up dust and waves, forcing a group of people to retreat and squint their eyes repeatedly.
Li Muchan faced the attack directly with his eyes, and lifted his palms upwards. Suddenly, waves arose from the flat ground, and the mighty momentum was like a gust of wind. He lifted it up with his hands and rushed straight into the sky. The morning dew and mist all flew up into the sky, turning into a fantastic and magnificent spectacle.
Tan Wushuang's body fell rapidly, and suddenly he felt as if an invisible wave was rushing towards him, slowing down his attack.
However, the murderous intent in his eyes increased instead of decreasing. He was still able to move and turn in mid-air with the spiral force around his body. In just a moment, dozens of phantoms suddenly appeared in the sky above the Fengtian Palace. Their movements were like ghosts and spirits. They all attacked Li Muchan's vital points from all directions.
Li Muchan's feet did not move at all, his eyes flickered with light, and he raised his palms to attack, and suddenly layers of palm prints appeared outside his body, just like the thousand-armed clay Buddha in the ancient Buddhist temple. His palms struck horizontally and flew diagonally, and the powerful palm force stirred the sky, and he was in a fight with Tan Wushuang.
The fierce battle lasted only a dozen moves. Seeing that Li Muchan's palm technique was ever-changing and exquisite, Tan Wushuang let out a long roar, and the cold energy outside his body suddenly changed, and a powerful and terrifying true energy appeared.
Wedding dress magic.
He used his left hand to exert cold and yin energy, and his right hand to exert the most yang and strong power. Water and fire appeared at the same time, and yin and yang blended together. Under the operation of his power, half of his yin-white face was as blazing as a bear fire, with red light flowing, and the other half was as black and cold as ice. Green air condensed, and his whole body was filled with evil energy. From a distance, he looked like a yaksha descending from the sky, a Shura in the world.
"I originally prepared this move for Zhu Si, but unfortunately, the divine power was not completed and the enemy was already dead. I thought it would be a pity, but I didn't expect there is another Li Muchan in the world. Today... you will be the first to try it."
Tan Wushuang used the recoil force to leap back into the air, and his voice changed accordingly, sometimes as feminine as a woman, sometimes full of domineering power. The aura flowed around his body, and the waves surged, he did not sound like an ordinary person at all.
Has this person really reached the realm of gods and demons?
Li Muchan took a deep breath, his face turned as cold as ice, and his black hair spread out behind him, flying wildly in the terrifying gale.
After Bai Yujing's death, this man had no more worries. His ambitions were shattered, and he had no relatives or friends, no ties to rely on. This move clearly had the intention of destroying himself and himself, so he put all his strength into the attack, intending to win with his life.
This man risked his life to fight, could Li Muchan also sacrifice his life?
Seeing this scene, it was as if a few stones were thrown into Li Muchan's calm eyes, causing ripples.
For some reason, he suddenly thought of Shangguan Xiaoxian and Li Yaoshi.
Looking back on his life, it seems that the only two people he can remember are these two women, who are entangled with him and involve too many people.
There is also one thing that has not yet been clarified and is not yet certain.
Suddenly, a fierce look appeared in Li Muchan's eyes, and he was naturally willing to sacrifice his life.
Facing such a powerful enemy, who can be lucky, who dares to be lucky.
You must never waver in your determination here.
Tan Wushuang had just started to move, and had not yet made a move, but Li Muchan felt an indescribable wave of scorching fire pressing down on his head. With the combination of water and fire, the power created by this true energy was even more powerful than Zhu Si's at the beginning. It made people feel dry in the mouth, suffocated , and their hair was burnt and curled.
But at this moment, Li Muchan suddenly took off into the air.
This person wanted to use the momentum of falling to launch a thundering attack. How could he let the other party succeed? Instead of retreating, he advanced and faced him head-on.
In full view of the crowd, Li Muchan leaped up like an arrow breaking through the air, and with his palms exerting all his life's strength, he boldly collided with Tan Wushuang amidst a burst of screams.
The clash of palm forces was like a spring thunder, a bolt from the blue.
But the result is...
"Wow!"
Li Muchan's Adam's apple moved, his cheeks tensed, and a mouthful of hot and fiery blood floated in the air, as if he was struck by thunder. A palm force full of destructive aura flowed back along his arms, and his sleeves turned into ashes wherever they passed, and even his upper body clothes were covered in dust.
Tan Wushuang pressed down with both palms, pushing Li Muchan straight to the ground. A fierce gleam in his eyes, and he laughed wildly, "Hahaha, Li Muchan, you're defeated!"
Li Muchan's expression was cold, his palms still exerting strength, veins popping out on the back of his hands, his arteries and veins all expanding outwards, looking hideous and tragic.
He will never give up until he takes his last breath.
"Get back!"
After years of wandering the martial arts world, this was the first time that Li Muchan let out such a loud roar. His eyes were bloodshot, full of arrogance and madness, and filled with murderous intent.
His feet sank suddenly, and he had reached the top of the Forbidden City.
The entire Fengtian Hall seemed to tremble three times and once, almost collapsing.
The unparalleled palm power seemed to add further strength as he stabilized his footing.
Among the four colliding palms, one of them suddenly exploded with a bright blood flower.
That was Tan Wushuang's hand, the sword wound left by Jing Wuming.
