Volume 1: The Jianghu is the main thing, who is the guest? Chapter 26: Death of Fire Envoy
However, in the rapidly fluttering snow, the Fire Envoy flew up into the sky, then swooped down, staring closely at Li Muchan in front of him, like a vulture looking for food, his eyes bulged out, and he turned into a black shadow and pounced silently into Lengxiang Garden.
Feeling the murderous intent behind him, Li Muchan jumped up and down, and flashed among the plum trees. A strong wind blew past, and suddenly plum blossoms were flying all over the sky, mixing with frost and snow, making it difficult to distinguish one from the other.
Suddenly, he felt a chilling murderous intent attacking him from the back of his neck. He fell to the ground immediately. When he stood up, there was a strand of broken hair at his feet and a black shadow fell before his eyes.
The Fire Envoy turned around and looked at him, his eyes sinister, with a half-smile in them: "Dao Twelve, you are at least one of the best fighters among us, and now you are running away without a fight, hehehe, it's really disappointing."
Li Muchan kept moving his body sideways at a moderate pace. He did not speak, but his eyes became sinister and his face became stern. His already pale skin became even paler and an evil spirit rose from his body.
Different from the secret moves in the old temple, today he wants to have a head-on try at a life-and-death fight in the martial arts world.
The Fire Envoy also moved his feet and laughed coldly, "You have picked a good place to bury the bones."
Suddenly, Li Muchan stopped, looked at the Fire Envoy, and said provocatively: "Come in!"
The fire master grinned wildly, held both swords horizontally, and rushed in like a dragon. Wherever he passed, plum blossoms flew, frost and snow surged, and the plum trees were so frightened that they trembled continuously and their branches and leaves shook.
Li Muchan suddenly saw a flash before his eyes, and two enchanting shadows flew straight towards him, one sword aimed at his neck, and the other sword blocked his lower body. The two swords kept attacking him, like the enchanting ghost, with a strong murderous intent that made his hair stand on end.
His body tilted, his feet touched the ground, and he spun like a top in the snow. He had already flashed to the side of From the flying sleeves of his robe, a pale left hand reached out to his waist and abdomen. The fingertips were as dark as ink, and the palm was filled with darkness.
White Bone Soul-Chasing Palm.
This is an external kung fu, one should take a wisp of extremely yin and cold corpse qi from the heart of a dead body and train both palms, focusing on training the Shaoyin Lung Meridian of the index finger, refining the metal qi of the lung, creating the momentum of gold producing water, and strengthening the yin and cold power.
The fire master was very experienced. When he saw Li Muchan stretching his arms and falling sideways, he already saw the opportunity. He sneered and swung his two swords like hooks, and slashed at him diagonally.
Seeing the situation, Li Muchan withdrew his attack, fell back, and retreated quickly.
The Fire Master chased closely and raised his arms into the air, using the "Three Swallows Scooping Water" kung fu that was very popular in the martial arts world. Although the movement was ordinary, it was very extraordinary when this person performed it.
With a pounce and a swoop, the man was already four or five feet away, and he flashed in front of Li Muchan, like a yaksha descending from the sky, with his two swords hooking Li Muchan's scapula.
Li Muchan pursed his lips tightly, watching the two swords flying towards him. He kicked the scabbard on his back with his right foot. The scabbard immediately flew into the air, breaking free from the straps and colliding with the two swords.
At this point, the two of them retreated.
After the fire master stood still, his eyes were already glowing, as if stained with two spots of blood. He smiled like a devil, as if he had discovered something interesting. He said grimly, "Boy, you are really brave. You dare to pretend to be a member of my demon sect. Tell me, who are you?"
He is indeed a veteran in this field. He could see the clues after just one fight.
Li Muchan carried the scabbard on his shoulder, pressed the handle with his left hand, looked at the sword marks on it, and grinned: "I am your father!"
“Hehehe,” the fire master was filled with murderous intent. He jumped off the ground and flew out like a poisonous dragon. His two swords spun in the air, emitting two terrifying sword lights. “I’m going to skin you alive!”
Li Muchan's heart shuddered, as if he had fallen into an icy cave. He only felt that the two balls of sword light were floating up and down, and moving back and forth left and right. It was impossible to predict whether they were real or fake. He didn't know how to defend against it, and he didn't know how to attack. It seemed that there was murderous intent from all directions, penetrating every hole and making him suffocate.
The plum blossoms in the sky were blown into dust.
Frost and snow hit his face, murderous intent came, Li Muchan's eyes turned red, and a fishy and sweet taste appeared in his mouth. Is this the killing move of a martial arts master?
He retreated quickly, but his eyes were flickering. He suddenly looked behind the Fire Envoy and shouted, "Why don't you do it?"
The Fire Envoy was filled with murderous intent at this moment. His face turned cold when he heard the words, and the sharp and ruthless force of his sword actually slowed down.
But when he slowed down, Li Muchan, with sword in hand, did not retreat but advanced, with a fierce look on his face, long sword in sheath, turning his feet, and slashing at the opponent's chest the moment he got close.
“Crack!”
However, the Fire Master's two swords were like hooks, standing in front of him, and he cut off the scabbard without any deviation.
The two looked into each other's eyes, only a foot apart, and snowflakes were floating between them.
The Fire Envoy's pupils suddenly shrank and his expression changed.
Because Li Muchan finally drew his sword from its sheath. With a "swoosh" sound, the sound that should not have belonged to a long sword being unsheathed rang out quickly in the snow.
When the handle was pulled out, a short gray knife was revealed.
His face was distorted, and it was unclear whether he was smiling or angry. A mocking scream came from his throat. In his left hand, he took out an arc-shaped sword and tried to block the knife at the same time. With his right hand, he raised the sword and scraped the blade along the scabbard, hooking it towards Li Muchan's neck.
"Boy, give me..."
At this moment, the Fire Envoy's eyes were filled with satisfaction, and that satisfied smile was simply frightening.
But the next moment, the expression on his face suddenly froze, his eyes bulged rapidly, filled with deep disbelief, and the hair on his head seemed to stand up.
Because Li Muchan still has his right hand.
His right hand, which had been hidden for a long time, suddenly stretched out, and at the moment of life and death, he caught the opponent's left-hand sword in a flash and stopped it in mid-air. The dagger suddenly turned into a dark and quick shadow, and was sent forward, passing over the fire master's neck.
Li Muchan succeeded in one move, flipped forward, rolled all over with snowflakes and plum blossoms, and then stood up.
The Fire Master was still shocked and even angrier. He turned around and stared at Li Muchan's right hand, because that hand was no longer flesh and blood, nor was it possessed by any evil power from the Ghost Sect. Instead, it had become as hard, cold, and clear as ice.
That was not some kind of miraculous skill, but rather... wearing a glove as light and thin as frost.
The fire made his Adam's apple move, veins popped out on his forehead, and he squeezed out four words from his throat in a whimpering voice: "Great Searching Hand!"
This is the "Great Searching Hand" in the Demon Sect, which is said to be able to destroy anything and is indestructible.
The moment Li Muchan stood still, the clothes on his back suddenly tore apart, a cloud of blood mist gushed out, revealing a hideous sword wound that ran diagonally down from his left shoulder, with his skin and flesh torn.
If this sword had been a little faster, it would have cut his neck, the sword in the Fire Master's right hand .
"puff!"
Immediately afterwards, the Fire Master's two swords fell out of his hands, and a streak of blood suddenly appeared on his taut and swollen neck. He grasped his throat tightly with both hands, as if trying to stop the hot blood that was madly overflowing.
Unfortunately, as the blood flowed from his fingers, his life also slipped away, his legs softened, and he fell to his knees. But even so, he did not forget to stare at Li Muchan.
Feeling the intense pain in his back, Li Muchan turned around with a pale face, pursed his cracked lips, and said calmly and seriously: "You are the first opponent I have killed on my own in the true sense. Even if I become the best in the future, I will remember you and this sword wound well."
After saying this, his eyes returned to their sinister look again, with a kind of arrogance and unrestrainedness. With a sword in his hand, he walked past the Fire Envoy and disappeared into the wind and snow.
The Fire Envoy's face turned purple, he was extremely angry and hateful, his eyes were bloodshot, the whimpering sound in his throat was like a ghost crying, and blood was flowing between his fingers.
He shouldn't have lost, but now...
The fire master slowly lowered his head.
The wind and snow are strong and the sobbing has stopped.
