The fifth volume is full of awe and martial arts legends Chapter 266: Full Moon Night, Forbidden City (VIII)
The sword wound had already scabbed over, but at this moment when the two men were fighting each other, it didn't want to turn into a flaw that would decide the outcome of life or death, and was broken by the explosive internal energy.
Tan Wushuang's laughter stopped abruptly, his heart skipped a beat, and his expression froze instantly.
A wound suddenly appeared on the palm of his hand, and blood spurted out between the two of them.
You have to know that both sides have reached the top of the world in terms of offense and defense. At this moment, Tan Wushuang's left palm pierced through, which is a fatal flaw.
After one move, his strength and energy were exhausted. Seeing that he had failed to achieve success, Tan Wushuang did not hesitate and hurriedly switched from offense to defense, trying to protect this flaw.
He pulled away and actually flew into the air again.
The sword wound didn't just rip through flesh; it nearly pierced the Laogong acupoint. This acupoint, belonging to the Hand-Que Yin Pericardium Meridian, is the palace of the mind and spirit, a crucial point. It's the crux of palm power and the key to practicing the withered wood Zen. Once breached, it's like having one's weak spot in external martial arts discovered, instantly reducing one's abilities by seven or eight tenths.
Tan Wushuang retreated quickly, but Li Muchan changed his moves even faster. He looked fierce and forced himself to swallow the fishy, sweet and hot blood in his mouth. He raised his palms to overturn the sky, as if he wanted to strike the sky. He gathered all his strength and pushed forward with his palms.
"Die !"
Before Tan Wushuang could completely retract his palms, a huge force came crushing down in front of him. His expression changed drastically and his vital energy flowed outside his body, trying to block the attack.
The two forces collided again, and Tan Wushuang was instantly pushed into the air by Li Muchan, with blood gushing out of his mouth.
However, when his body pulled up, his pupils suddenly shrank.
But in front of him, he saw a three-inch long flying knife, with the tip of the knife pointing straight in front of him.
"Little Li's Flying Dagger?"
At the critical moment of life and death, the flying knife appeared in front of Tan Wushuang as if out of thin air.
This is an extremely rough wooden sword with the word "忍" (ninja) written on it.
Could it be that Li Xunhuan is here too?
Thinking of this, Tan Wushuang's mind was in chaos, his face turned pale, his pupils shrank and then dilated, and then he made a decision.
His left hand was already vulnerable, but his right hand was intact. When the flying knife approached him, he somehow stretched out his right hand and grabbed the knife.
As soon as he picked up the knife, Tan Wushuang's expression changed immediately. His face turned ashen and full of horror.
The knife is still a knife, but this one poses no threat at all and is definitely not Xiao Li's Flying Dagger.
Naturally, it was not written by Li Xunhuan.
Who threw the flying knife?
The answer is Li Muchan.
As soon as he picked up the knife, when Tan Wushuang was in a trance, he saw a torrent rising into the sky, flying and rushing down, rising more than twenty feet from the ground, like a river standing up, the Milky Way hanging upside down, and from the top of the Forbidden City, with unparalleled power, it went upstream and hit Tan Wushuang's chest.
The mist in the sky dispersed, shocking everyone's eyes.
Everyone was dumbfounded and stood there in a daze, with only their pupils trembling wildly and their hands and feet cold.
"ah!"
From the roof of the Fengtian Hall, a violent roar shook the earth and all the tiles exploded.
Li Muchan's black hair rose like a ball of black flame. He raised his palms high, and his palms were filled with tremendous palm power. His muscles were trembling, and his face was still ferocious.
Tan Wushuang didn't see it clearly, but the onlookers saw it more clearly than ever before, and they would probably never forget it for the rest of their lives.
Yang Zheng's face was filled with surprise and shock. He had thought that Li Muchan would take advantage of the opportunity to use his Finger of the Universe, but when Tan Wushuang retreated into the air, he suddenly unleashed a flying knife...
It would have been fine if this knife was Xiao Li's Flying Dagger, but it was caught by Tan Wushuang.
This is not Xiao Li's Flying Dagger, it is just to confuse his mind and take advantage of the situation to strike.
Yang Zheng's face showed horror. He stared at the figure standing on the top of the mountain, swallowed hard, and there was a complexity and surprise in his eyes.
At this moment, the figure that slowly stood up seemed to burst out with unparalleled confidence, courage, and unparalleled dominance.
Naturally it is confidence.
If Li Muchan did not have great determination and confidence, how could he have fought back with palm power instead of using Qiankun Finger to attack in such a life-and-death confrontation when the opponent's weakness suddenly appeared?
If such a good opportunity is missed, it could mean the difference between life and death, but Li Muchan did just that.
What confidence this is.
Because Li Muchan hadn't taken advantage of that weakness, he said nothing, yet it seemed as if he had said everything. He spoke loudly, and in that roaring roar, he told everyone that he would use his own methods to defeat the enemy before him, making him lose with conviction and die with peace of mind.
And he was extremely decisive, as if he had already made up his mind to put life and death aside.
Everyone suddenly realized that Li Muchan's palm technique was already terrifying and beyond the ordinary. They had no idea how peerless and unparalleled "The First Finger of Heaven and Earth" was, but upon seeing it, everyone couldn't help but wonder: Is there anyone in the world who can withstand this palm ? Can the Finger of Heaven and Earth withstand it?
Did Tan Wushuang take it?
The water flows away and falls, like wind and rain all over the sky, rising from the earth and returning to the earth.
Also falling down was Tan Wushuang.
He stood atop the Forbidden City, looking at Li Muchan in front of him. There were still traces of blood at the corners of his mouth, but the cruelty in his eyes gradually faded, and the murderous intent was completely gone. His expression became calm and indifferent, and he whispered softly, "Okay."
As soon as the word "OK" came out, the man suddenly let out a long sigh, a sigh of relief, as if a heavy burden had been lifted and he was freed.
As his breath escaped, all the acupoints in his body, limbs and bones, suddenly began to change, and all kinds of complex and mixed strength roamed around and overflowed throughout his body.
For this battle, he absorbed the internal energy of who knows how many people, and also achieved the magical skill of wedding dress. His body had long been unable to bear the burden. Otherwise, the flaw on his palm would not have been revealed.
Li Muchan's palm strike was powerful and hit his heart meridian directly, and he even transferred his own skills through the air.
Tan Wushuang couldn't hold on any longer.
He looked at Li Muchan, his lips moving as he took out a jade book from his collar, as if he had something else to say, "You..."
However, before he could utter a word, he saw that Tan Wushuang's body suddenly exploded with blood flowers, covering his entire body and limbs. The violent energy broke his tendons and veins, bringing out streams of blood arrows that spread into a blood mist all over the sky.
"ah!"
Even Qiang Yi Tan Wushuang couldn't help but let out a howl, his body trembling, his hands and feet swaying, and in the blink of an eye he was covered in blood. Finally, his whole body even swelled up, and water and fire collided, and under the dazed gaze of everyone, it exploded with a "bang".
A slight explosion not only signified the death of the body, but also announced the demise of all ambitions for fame and fortune.
The blood mist dissipated, and the jade book that fell in the air was suddenly caught by a big hand.
The wonders of heaven and earth have faded, night has ended and day has dawned, and the cycle of day and night has come to an end.
Li Muchan stood alone and proudly on the top of the mountain, facing the rising sun in the sky and the gentle morning breeze, his long black hair flying in the wind. He closed his eyes and took a deep breath.
"Life is like chess, never regret your moves!"
Finally reached the peak.
