Volume 1: The Jianghu is the main thing, who is the guest? Chapter 51: Fierce
“How amazing!”
Li Muchan stood in the middle of the street, looking at the umbrellas in the rain and the people under them.
This is a killing array.
These people are from all walks of life, and their methods must be varied. Even if there are long-established masters in the martial arts world, ten of them would probably die. The hidden knives under the umbrellas alone are enough to kill a person dozens of times in an instant.
He glanced at the roofs on both sides of the long street out of the corner of his eye.
It is even more impossible to escape. Now the two ends of the long street have been trapped and surrounded. Most people would think of escaping, but there would be murderous intentions in secret. If they really jump into the air, once their feet leave the ground, they will be greeted by a storm of hidden weapons. Li Muchan still remembers the riddled body of Dao Twelve.
However, he didn't want to escape.
Now that the leader of the Demon Cult is about to break through, the Azure Dragon Society will definitely make a big move. Shangguan Xiaoxian will naturally not fall behind and will definitely have some plan.
If he wants to make a difference in this turmoil and catastrophe, it is essential for him to show some strength; otherwise, he will be neither up nor down, unable to play an important role, nor able to gain power and influence, and will always be maneuvering between several forces, which is too restrictive.
It's time to turn passivity into initiative and consider taking charge.
Moreover, when necessary, no matter whether it is the white or black world, or the evil ways, some prestige is needed to gain a foothold, and prestige comes from strength, and it can also save a lot of trouble.
As for Xie Longteng actually using people from the "Qinglong Society" to deal with him, Li Muchan was more than happy; now that Murong Ying was suspicious of him and didn't trust him at all, it was just the right time to use these people's lives to dispel the other party's concerns. As for the "Qinglong Society", although he was the "Seven Dragon Leaders", few people knew his identity. Apart from the "Big Dragon Leader" and the heir of the Sun family, the only one who might know was Shangguan Xiaoxian.
Because only Shangguan Xiaoxian knew that Lu Di and Donghai Yuxiao were the kings of the Demon Cult.
Even if the remaining few dragon heads did not know the agreement between him and the "Big Dragon Head" in advance, they would probably never be able to guess his identity.
What can two dead heads prove? The people behind these masks are born and die, come and go, and change again and again. Who dares to easily determine whether they are true or false?
However, Shangguan Xiaoxian might be able to do it.
But if she wants to know all this, there is a prerequisite, which is to secretly join forces with a certain dragon leader and learn all the details of the several dragon leaders of the "Qinglong Society" from him.
If this were really the case, it would not be difficult to guess it with his extraordinary scheming.
Maybe, you already know.
From the scene on the painted boat, Li Muchan had every reason to believe that the Second Young Master Xie had secretly colluded with the new leader of the "Gold Gang".
He suddenly frowned, as if he had thought of some key details.
"No, these two have teamed up."
Li Muchan's eyes sparkled, and all the thoughts in his mind became clear instantly. Since Xie Longteng was hiding his incompetence, he was kidnapped by Murong Ying on purpose; Shangguan Xiaoxian was also in disguise on the boat, ambushing secretly...
"Haha," Li Muchan smiled softly when he thought of this. These two people clearly wanted to kill Murong Ying, but unfortunately, their plans were disrupted by his sudden appearance. "Things seem to be getting interesting."
He couldn't help but admire the Second Young Master Xie, who was truly ambitious; although he looked timid on the outside, he was actually not only one of the seven leaders of the "Green Dragon Society", but he was also in collusion with the "Money Gang". Now he let the wolf into the house, could it be that he wanted to destroy the "Excalibur Villa" and fight against his brother Xie Xiaofeng?
Nine times out of ten, it’s correct.
Just imagine, a young master who was despised, abandoned by the clan, and had no status, has now hidden his incompetence for many years, has grown stronger, and is in power. How can he not go back to settle accounts with those who have bullied him? I'm afraid he has already hated them for countless days and nights, and has gritted his teeth in hatred.
With the wind and rain blowing in his face, Li Muchan finally moved.
He held the knife in his hand, and instead of retreating, he moved forward, stepping on the stone slabs in the rain and walking forward with light steps.
As for how the two of them got in touch, it was not hard to guess. Don't forget that the master with dual swords in the dungeon was also a member of the Xie clan, and might even be Xie Longteng's man. Moreover, they might have some unknown relationship with each other.
After figuring out everything, Li Muchan couldn't help but sigh: "This world is really full of hidden dragons and crouching tigers!"
After walking for a while, he stopped, stamped his feet, and stepped back. Three steps in front of him were the killers holding umbrellas and not saying a word.
Among all the green paper umbrellas, Li Muchan suddenly noticed a special figure standing calmly at the back, holding a white paper umbrella in his hand. He was wearing a green robe with a wide stand-up collar, which covered his feet and neck. Even his hands were not exposed, and even his face was invisible.
But under the umbrella, Li Muchan could already feel a pair of poisonous and sinister eyes staring at him.
"kill!"
Soft words and simple commands revealed murderous intent in an instant.
Those people all rushed towards him, like people going to a market, like a tide; in the shadows under the umbrellas, daggers, cold knives, and various strange weapons were quietly emitting cold light.
The mist and rain are as soft as silk, and the wind is as cold as before.
There were so many people, but apart from the faint sounds of footsteps, there was no other sound on the street.
After saying this, the man turned around and left without looking back, leaving only a receding back view to Li Muchan.
Li Muchan grinned, and his originally tall figure suddenly became shorter, as if he had disappeared out of thin air.
But the next moment, a green shadow was seen leaping up from the ground in the crowd, like a spirit snake raising its head, suddenly moving upwards, and then spinning in the air. The light and shadow were dragging, and suddenly a fierce and swift knife light appeared in the mist and rain, like a blue moon transformed into something.
The blade paused in mid-air, blood gushing out from the blade.
Amid exclamations, paper umbrellas within three steps around Li Muchan were broken in half and blown up by the wind, while the people holding the umbrellas were dumbfounded, their faces filled with shock, their lips quivering. Then they grasped the broken umbrella handles with one hand and strangled their throats with the other, blood gushing out between their fingers, and fell to their knees.
After a brief pause, the originally horrified killers pounced again with ruthlessness, their murderous intent even more direct. The flashes of swords and shadows of sabers all turned from dark to light, and they came with great force, without even trying to hide.
In an instant, swords and knives were everywhere, and murderous intent was everywhere in the sky and on the ground. The murderous atmosphere filled the long street, making people's skin shudder and their hair stand on end.
Li Muchan's face turned pale, and his eyes were filled with murderous intent. Facing this inevitable death situation, he took a deep breath, raised his back, and with his clothes fluttering, he actually bent over with his back facing up, facing the sword.
“Ding ding ding!”
Unexpectedly, under the swords and knives, there was not a scene of flesh being torn apart and blood flying everywhere, but the sound of metal clashing could be heard.
This is naturally not Li Muchan's kung fu, but the golden armor.
Li Muchan dodged the sharp edge and swung his long sword. As the green light trembled, the people around him either fell back holding their wrists or fell to the ground holding their throats. Blood spurted out like mist, mixed with mist and rain, floating between heaven and earth, staining his white Confucian robe with dark red marks, like a fire cloud before the setting sun.
But before the sword's power had ended, a heavy palm strike suddenly came at him from behind, followed by grappling, fists and kicks, as well as deadly short weapons; there was the Emei spear attacking his lower body, a soft whip wrapping his right wrist, a long stick chopping his head, an iron spike smashing his back, and a sword stabbing his neck.
"Um?"
Li Muchan suddenly discovered that there were several familiar faces among them.
They were actually the people who stood in front of "Lengxiang Garden" in the battle of Chang'an, Master Wei Ba, "Iron Awl" Han Zhen, Ximen Shisan, and several other famous swordsmen.
These masters who were once famous and renowned in the martial arts world have actually become members of the "Qinglong Society".
The expressions of several people were grim, with the corners of their mouths twitching, revealing a mocking and pleased smile, and the weapons in their hands added three points of strength, ruthlessly and aggressively.
"ah!"
Li Muchan's eyes suddenly opened, he raised his hand and the tip of the knife pierced into Ximen Shisan's throat as fast as lightning. He opened his mouth and let out a sharp scream that pierced the clouds and shook people's eardrums.
The howling sounded like a ghost's cry. A strong wind blew past, and the hat on his head flew up. His long hair was all flying wildly in the wind and rain. His whole body was filled with evil energy, and his eyes seemed to have turned into two rising ghost fires.
Everyone who was nearby felt as if they were hit by a club. Their breath was choked, their hearts were heavy and their eyes were dizzy. However, they had no time to react before they saw claw shadows in front of them.
When the whistling sound faded away, Li Muchan was seen standing with a knife in his hand, expressionless. He raised one hand, and in the palm of his hand was a twitching and wriggling heart. He clenched his five fingers, and it exploded in the air.
The people beside him fell to the ground dead with empty chests.
