Volume 1: The Jianghu is the main thing, who is the guest? Chapter 13: Evil Power
When the old beggar saw this scene, he looked as if he had seen a ghost and his eyes almost popped out.
This person is actually Li Muchan?
How could this person be Li Muchan?
"You...actually...know martial arts?"
Li Muchan looked nervous, his face was pale and sweat appeared on his temples. Although he acted decisively, he felt uncomfortable as it was his first time killing someone.
He also understood that with this one action, he would be drawn into the turbulent, sinister and treacherous world of martial arts.
The stern eyes trembled slightly, and then became steady, steadier than ever before; but in those calm eyes, a hint of cold green fire was rising, as if even the eye sockets were dyed blue, cold and blue, and the pupils were filled with scarlet blood, which made people shudder.
After screaming, the remaining three women reacted immediately.
“You deserve to die!”
The two whip shadows stood like mad snakes, as agile as living things, bypassing the two Hu girls and rolling towards Li Muchan amidst the screams of shock and anger.
Li Muchan seemed to have expected this scene already. He raised his arms, pulled back with both hands, and retreated without any delay.
He was wearing a grey shirt with broad sleeves, which fluttered at this moment, like two crane wings rising up in the wind, spreading and flapping. Two pale, bloody flesh palms suddenly emerged from his sleeves, with blue veins exposed. The blood flowing under his flesh and skin was like thick ink, instantly staining his hands with a frightening blue-black color.
With a flip of his palm, he repelled the fierce whip shadow that was sweeping towards his face.
Everything happened in a flash, and the brief fight was full of surprise and doubt.
The two women's attack was reversed, and the old beggar was able to catch his breath. He quickly swallowed a mouthful of blood, broke free from the whip wrapped around his neck, staggered, and stared at the ghostly Li Muchan in horror, saying, "Ah, Ghost Sect? When did you learn the evil skills of the Ghost Sect?"
The cold fire in Li Muchan's eyes grew more intense, and he said softly, "Old Ghost, don't get me wrong, I'm not saving you, because I think if I want to avenge someone, I should do it myself, otherwise I won't feel ."
He wanted to kill the old man himself.
"You've cut me so many times, it would be too easy for you to die like this." Li Muchan leaned against the statue, his hands hanging naturally at his sides, his fingers stretched out, his eyes moving, looking at the five women, "Besides, they have a strong yin energy, more dense than the more than 40 corpses in the Hundred Flowers Forest. I...I want to kill them too."
"Revenge?" The old beggar was stunned when he heard this . "Are you talking about Dao Twelve? Are you and him..."
Having said this, the old beggar suddenly stopped talking.
He suddenly discovered that this coward in his eyes was not a coward at all, but was extremely cunning and scheming.
He looked at Li Muchan's hands again, and a look of fear appeared in his eyes.
This is a poisonous palm, which draws its power from corpse poison.
Fortunately, the situation was still young, otherwise Li Muchan would not have waited until now to make a secret move. It was obvious that he was not sure. Moreover, his move just now was rather clumsy, and even his body movements were not up to par.
But these hands... The old beggar's eyes revealed greed. He was certain that Li Muchan must have practiced martial arts for a very short time, but after just a few days of practice he was able to block the soft whip that could break stones and split gold. How amazing!
The two Hu girls were seriously injured by the attack. Now they were lying in the arms of the other three girls, breathing out more than breathing in. In a short while, they died.
There was a hint of black air above the wound, and the blood vessels and tendons looked like ink lines, clearly indicating that the person had been infected by corpse poison.
The old beggar's eyes suddenly lit up. He saw that Li Muchan's right hand was trembling slightly. It turned out that he was still defeated. He sneered and said, "Boy, you are still far from being a beginner!"
As he was speaking, there was a sound of breaking air, and the three women looked murderous with murderous intent in their eyes, and attacked again.
This time it was not a whip that she used. Instead, she shook her white hands and dozens of small embroidery needles appeared from her sleeves and whizzed towards Li Muchan and the old beggar.
The old beggar spat a mouthful blood foam, his eyes gloomy, he stretched out his hand to take off the brocade clothes on his body, and with a single hand, the brocade clothes spun around, catching all the rain of needles in the sky.
He shook the clothes in his hands to block the needles, and his feet did not stop, sweeping the ground. The burning firewood suddenly scattered and turned into a rain of fire. At the same time, he shook the brocade clothes in front of him, and the caught flying needles flew back in an instant.
The three women snorted coldly, and without thinking, they swung their whips quickly and rolled the bodies of the two Hu women in front of them.
The old beggar took the needle and shook the clothes in one go, and even Li Muchan was covered in it.
Li Muchan's reaction shocked everyone. When the rain of needles came, he touched the ground with his toes, stretched his arms flat at his sides, and fell straight down.
It was about to touch the ground, but just a few inches away, and instead it was suspended in mid-air, supported only by its toes, its body tilted straight, as if it was suspended in mid-air, like a stiff corpse.
The old beggar's eyes suddenly froze, and he shouted strangely, "Good boy, you even learned the 'Netherworld Shadowless Zombie Step'."
But Li Muchan barely hovered for a moment before he fell to the ground with a thud, causing the old beggar to laugh strangely: "You are not good at martial arts... Kill this sinister and cunning boy first."
The three women seemed to hate Li Muchan very much as well, and their whips turned sharply and attacked him directly.
As the old beggar bent his steps and squeezed in, he twisted his elbows and wrists. In just a few steps, his hands had transformed into dozens of famous close-combat killing moves and grappling skills in the martial arts world. For a moment, the firelight was filled with layers of spreading claw shadows.
Li Muchan was not in a hurry. He simply rolled on the ground and rolled behind the statue.
"Come and die!"
The old beggar circled around and chased after him.
The red-haired barbarian woman had a vicious look in her eyes. She swung the whip several times and then simply exerted her strength to shake the long whip. Like a python stretching its body, the whip was immediately shaken straight and then she pulled it down from the air with a terrifying gust of wind, like a knife or an axe, with great force.
The methods used by the other two women were almost the same as the former. The three long whips were interwoven in the air like a big net.
These three whips not only covered the old beggar and Li Muchan, but also the statue.
There were lightning and thunder outside the temple, and inside the temple, three lightning-like bolts of lightning suddenly struck down.
No suspense.
"boom!"
With a loud bang, the clay statue exploded on the spot and disintegrated into pieces.
But in the chaos, the barbarian woman who first whipped the whip staggered back, her charming face full of short arrows, her eyes filled with disbelief, and she fell to the ground after taking only a few steps back, dying.
The old beggar limped backwards repeatedly, his face full of pain. Not only were there several bloody holes on his palms, but his thigh was also pierced by a hidden arrow. He screamed in disbelief, "Ah, where did this hidden weapon come from? Who threw it?"
The remaining two women were not in much better condition, with several bloody holes on their bodies and vomiting blood continuously.
When the dust cleared, everyone was shocked as they could see clearly that the space under the statue actually contained deadly weapons and hidden dangers.
“You…you…” The old beggar wailed non-stop, looking at Li Muchan who was crawling up beside him with a dusty face, and it took him a long time to utter a complete sentence, “Did you set up an ambush long ago?”
This hidden weapon was naturally not buried by Li Muchan, but by Dao Twelve.
One of the two women was a Han Chinese woman, and the other was a Hu woman from outside the Great Wall. They were both seriously injured and knew they had no chance of winning, so they could not care about anything else and turned around and ran away.
The wind and rain rushed in.
Li Muchan's black hair was flying, his shoulders, hands, knees, arms and feet did not move, but under the old beggar's wide-eyed gaze, he had already slid out straight, his toes touching the ground, leaving two shallow marks on the ground, raising gusts of cold wind, and following the two women into the rain.
The old beggar's cheeks trembled, and he struggled to get up and try to escape.
But before he could stand firmly, a flash of lightning suddenly appeared outside the temple, and a storm suddenly rushed in.
The sparks were about to go out, and the old beggar fell to the ground again. He squinted his eyes and looked anxiously, and soon his scalp went numb.
But under the lightning, a thin figure was seen standing at the door in the heavy rain, holding a dead and limp corpse in each hand, his eyes were like ghostly fire, and he looked eerie.
Li Muchan walked in with the rain in the wind and asked softly, "How do you want to... die?"
