Volume 1: The Jianghu is the main thing, who is the guest? Chapter 52: Stunning Skills
"Ghost Secret Music?"
A strange cry finally brought some liveliness to the long street, causing a few hurried barks of dogs and curses from people whose sweet dreams were disturbed.
The one who spoke was the Eighth Master Wei, Wei Tianpeng.
He has a very high seniority in the martial arts world. When Shen Lang was famous all over the world, he had already been wandering the world with his seven sworn brothers. Although he was not well-known at that time and was just an unknown little person, he had witnessed the extraordinary demeanor of many heroes such as "Shen Lang", "Wang Lianhua" and "Xiongmaoer".
Of course, there is also Bai Feifei, the "Ghost Palace Master".
The scene of the ghosts dominating both the black and white worlds and making all the masters in the world shudder at the mention of them is still vivid in our minds.
After a brief moment of surprise, Master Wei Ba smiled sinisterly: "Hehehe, just in time, today I will turn you from a living ghost into a dead ghost."
Seeing that the other party was acting like a leader, Li Muchan asked curiously, "With your current status and prestige in the martial arts world, why are you willing to work for the Qinglong Society?"
Unexpectedly, Master Wei Ba's answer was truly unexpected. His eyes were dim and his voice was as fierce as an owl at night: "Because my Wei family is originally a member of the Azure Dragon Society, and I have an elder brother named Wei Tianying."
Li Muchan's eyes moved slightly, as if he suddenly remembered that when the "Qinglong Society" did not have the "Seven Dragon Heads", there was only the "Qinglong Boss" and the "Twelve Hall Masters", and among them there seemed to be a terrifying figure named "Wei Tianying".
"Heh, Wei Tianpeng, Wei Tianying, I believe you two are brothers." He smiled faintly, and his originally straight and tall body suddenly twisted like a willow, and flew in front of Wei Tianpeng, "You saw me retreating outside Lengxiang Garden that day, as humble as a dog. Do you have any fighting spirit now?"
"Hehehe, things are different now." Wei Tianpeng was bald, had an eagle nose, and wore a brocade robe. In his hand, he held a wooden stick as thick as a bowl. The ends of the stick were wrapped with fine iron, shaped like two shiny, cold, and vivid lion heads. The lion's mane was curled up into edges and corners, and one could tell at a glance that it was extremely heavy. "I will grind you to ashes."
The moment Li Muchan dodged, a strong wind suddenly blew in his face, and an iron spike weighing more than ten pounds hit his chest .
It may be inaccurate to say "smashing". It was more like embroidery, attacking several fatal points on Li Muchan's chest, and the weapons flew up and down in his hands, as if they were light, and were unpredictable and agile, which was truly superb.
Han Zhen took the lead in attacking, and several sword lights came from all directions, the sword bodies trembled, the sword wind made a rustling sound, and the cold light flashed quickly, all aimed at his vital points.
There are also a group of Qinglong Society killers on the periphery, watching closely, as if they have laid a net that will make it impossible to escape.
Li Muchan's eyes were as cold as lightning, and a pair of pupils that seemed sharper than the edge of a sword were shrinking rapidly. He suddenly hooked his toes, and the still warm body of Ximen Shisan on the ground was lifted into the air, blocking Han Zhen's big iron spike and piercing through the chest.
Seeing that his attack missed, Han Zhen's eyes widened in anger. He gathered all his strength in his hands and was about to crash into Li Muchan with the corpse. However, before he could change his move, a cold, ink-blue knife tip suddenly emerged from Ximen Shisan's corpse and sank into his throat without any delay.
The tip of the knife retreated immediately after touching, leaving a few spots of blood. Li Muchan didn't even look at Han Zhen who fell limply to the ground. He immediately slid back with his feet close to the ground, flew away, and at the same time turned his wrist and swung the knife, performing the "Su Qin Carrying a Sword" move, holding the knife horizontally behind him to block the sword shadows.
The reason why he retreated was that the moment Han Zhen fell, Wei Tianpeng took advantage of the situation and launched an attack.
He pressed the ground with his long stick, and the stone slab under his feet exploded. He raised the end of the stick again, and a cloud of dust rose from the ground, blinding Li Muchan's eyes. He roared like a tiger, his hair and beard stood up, like an angry lion. With a turn of his wrist, the shadow of the stick flew in the rain, striking and hitting, like a thunderbolt.
As I passed by, I saw the terrifying shadow of the stick, like a demon dragon stirring up trouble, biting hard and not letting go. The strong wind swept away the rain on the ground like a steel knife, leaving shocking potholes on the long street.
Li Muchan frowned secretly. Why did this man's stick skills resemble the way he cooked soy milk?
Seeing that he was retreating rapidly, several swordsmen in the martial arts world looked at each other, and at the same time, they took a bow step forward, slashed down with the swords in their hands, and blocked his retreat.
Li Muchan seemed to have eyes on his back. His body suddenly fell back straight, his feet touching the ground. He changed the direction of his sword moves. A light shone brightly in his eyes, and the blade made a clear buzzing sound. He was the last to strike but was the first to arrive, and the sword light had already swept across the opponent's right wrist that was holding the sword.
He slashed with the sword, and used his right foot to gain momentum, as if flying close to the ground, with the blade lifted up, and the man in front of him was immediately cut in half between his legs with a scream, and fell to both sides of the long street.
Blood was splattering, intestines were spilling out, Li Muchan was covered in blood, his eyes were full of murderous intent, he pressed the ground with one hand, and immediately leaped into the air like a dragon, the long sword in his hand turned around and stabbed straight, hitting the tip of Wei Tianpeng's stick that was pointing from mid-air.
"Hey, die!" Wei Tianpeng shouted like thunder.
However, when the knife and the stick met, in just a moment, the lion head on the stick shattered with a "bang", and a green light broke through from the tip of the stick to the tail like a hot knife through butter, and sank into Wei Tianpeng's chest in front of his wide-open eyes.
Just at this moment, countless heart-pounding sounds of breaking through the air suddenly emerged from all directions in the rainy night.
Whoosh whoosh whoosh...
The overwhelming number of hidden weapons was faster than the wind and denser than the rain. Li Muchan's face changed immediately. Several swordsmen who had not died just now and Wei Tianpeng who was not yet dead were also covered .
In such a situation, Wei Tianpeng still had some strength to spare. His eyes were bloodshot, veins on his forehead were bulging, his face was red, he dropped his stick and picked up a knife, the knife that Li Muchan had not yet withdrawn, his pair of large hands like cast iron tightly grasped the blade, the edge of the blade was deeply embedded in the flesh and bones, as if he was going to die together, he spat out large mouthfuls of blood, and laughed in a vicious voice: "Once you fall into this world, no one can escape, well... let's die together!"
Li Muchan frowned when he saw this, and changed the way he held the knife. Instead of retreating, he used his strength to advance. He pushed the handle of the knife with his palm, and the long knife immediately turned into a fast shadow, piercing through Wei Tianpeng's heart and bursting out of his clothes from his back.
In an instant, beautiful blood flowers exploded on Wei Tianpeng's chest, leaving it full of holes. Countless sparks flew on the ground. The originally dark blue stone slab suddenly seemed to be covered with a layer of ink and was covered with countless creepy hidden weapons.
Behind Wei Tianpeng, Li Muchan stood quietly with a knife in his hand, his expression calm and his breath light.
There were a few people in front of him. Those swordsmen had blocked so many hidden weapons that they were almost no longer human.
Wei Tianpeng was not dead yet. He still had the strength to speak: "From now on, the Qinglong Society will not let you go. My disciples, adopted sons, relatives, brothers and sisters will never let you go either."
There seemed to be a nail stuck in his throat, making a shrill and piercing sound. He gnashed his teeth with extreme resentment, and there was also an indistinct sound of swallowing blood.
Li Muchan sighed softly, and suddenly felt that this man was very pathetic, and then said softly with regret: "In fact, among the seven dragon heads of the Qinglong Society, I am ranked seventh."
After hearing this, Wei Tianpeng finally fell down covered in blood and died with his eyes open.
In an instant, the hidden weapon attacked again.
What about Li Muchan?
Although the hidden weapon was powerful, it was not as fast as his body movements, and even less fast than his swordsmanship.
Li Muchan suddenly took a strange and mysterious step. His body seemed to move left and right, but he didn't know if it was because of the dim light and unclear fire color, but it seemed as if he was dazzled and brought out several dreamy shadows. He stepped lightly, creating a few shallow ripples in the rain.
The hidden weapons behind him poured down like a torrential rain, but they couldn't catch up with his pace.
The disciples of the "Green Dragon Society", who originally had fierce looks in their eyes and were eager to try, all changed color when they saw this situation, as if they had seen a ghost.
The long street was filled with mist and rain, Li Muchan held a sword in his hand, and his blood-stained clothes fluttered in the wind.
His steps seemed slow and relaxed, but before each step, his shoulders swayed lightly, and shadows vaguely appeared around him, making it difficult to distinguish the real from the fake. He was both elegant and sinister in the blood and the evil wind. With his eerie eyes that were like will-o'-the-wisp, he looked like a ghost that hooked souls and passed by at any time.
It was not until gusts of evil wind blew in their faces that everyone shuddered. Then they saw a flash before their eyes and a figure suddenly squeezed in. Frightened, they gritted their teeth and attacked.
For a moment, some people were waving their swords, some were waving their swords, but all their swords and knives missed. The figure moved and turned, as if strolling in the garden, flying past them, and finally walked to the scabbard.
The green mango returns to the sheath and the paper umbrella opens again.
"I've taken note of what happened today. We have a long way to go."
After leaving a few words, Li Muchan carried the knife on his shoulder and walked away with an umbrella.
On the long street, more than a dozen people who were blocking the road looked at each other in confusion, but they immediately realized something was wrong and opened their mouths to scream out, but as soon as they breathed, a cloud of crimson blood mist suddenly spurted out from their necks, and then they fell straight down.
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At the end of the long street, on the upper floor of a teahouse, several figures were standing, quietly watching the scene through the bead-like rain curtains in front of them.
"You won't know until you try. Once you try, you'll be shocked. This coward... When did Master Li learn such a powerful Qinggong?"
The person who spoke was a woman as round as a ball, chewing a broken sword, with a mouth full of rotten teeth that looked like nails, and a face full of wrinkles filled with solemn horror. It was Mother Liu.
"He seems to have discovered us... He is becoming increasingly difficult to understand."
The woman who was speaking seemed to be full of tenderness, her eyes were misty, but her thin and delicate body in the wind and rain did not feel weak at all. She was just standing there with her hands behind her back, but she exuded an indescribable dominance from her bones, even more than a man, with a natural dominance.
"I am becoming more and more fascinated by him. He seems ordinary, but he seems to be full of endless mysteries and can always surprise people. A person who is submissive can actually win a chance to survive in a dangerous situation, win the odds, and turn the situation around. He is obviously the one who is least likely to survive every time, but the results are always unexpected."
This person is naturally the leader of the "Money Gang", Shangguan Xiaoxian.
In addition to these two people, there was another person standing alone at the other end of the eaves, Xie Longteng. The bruises on his cheeks had long disappeared, his wide green robe was fluttering in the wind, and his expression was very calm, as if he had become a different person; from the well-known coward, loser, and second young master of Shenjian Villa who was ignored by everyone, he became unfathomable.
And downstairs of the teahouse, there were already many dead bodies of Xie's children lying there, including the beautiful middle-aged woman who had just rescued him, who had also died a long time ago.
Xie Longteng wiped the long sword in his hand and said calmly: "Then Gang Leader Shangguan should be careful. When you are obsessed with something, the side you see may be what he deliberately shows you, and under this disguise, there may be a bottomless quagmire. By the time you react, you may have been deeply trapped in it and unable to extricate yourself... So, who is he to Gang Leader Shangguan?"
When Shangguan Xiaoxian heard this question, her cheeks flushed and her eyes seemed to be filled with water. She said shyly and softly, "He is my man!"
I think the Thousand Illusions Fragrance Steps should be like the Great Shift of the Universe in Jet Li's version.
