Volume 1: The Jianghu is the main thing, who is the guest? Chapter 57: Amazing Skills
What a fast sword, what a terrifying swordsmanship!
Li Muchan narrowed his eyes, lowered his head and looked, the hairs on the back of his hands stood up.
Looking back at all the masters he had met in the past, none of them could give him such a great shock as the person in front of him.
This person may not have the domineering power or the edge, and may seem extremely reserved, but the flash of his sword can take someone's life in an instant of thunder, as if the world is broken; with one move, the cold light disappears immediately, the thunder is collected in a three-foot sheath, and the sword light is stopped in the blink of an eye, shocking the world.
It was too fast, so fast that the person who was stabbed by the sword didn't even know he was dead and could still speak, which was even more unbelievable.
The sword technique is so brilliant and magnificent that it can awe people.
Is this Xie Xiaofeng?
Is this the third young master of Excalibur Villa?
Li Muchan couldn’t think of anyone else who was this young and had this kind of swordsmanship.
Is there really such a brilliant and extraordinary person in the world? He is indeed a person favored by heaven and earth.
This kind of soul-stirring swordsmanship is the realm that countless people have dreamed of throughout history, and countless people have spent their entire lives searching for it; the unity of man and sword is something that many swordsmen have been unable to achieve even when they grow old, and have regretted for the rest of their lives, but this person was born with it.
The boy was dressed in white with a black forehead band with a pigeon egg-sized gemstone dotted in the middle. He looked taciturn, with thin eyebrows like swords and bright eyes like stars. He must have had smallpox earlier, as there were a few spots like moles on his fair cheeks. However, his eyes did not have the liveliness that an ordinary child should have. Instead, there was a heavy sense of decadence, like a pool of stagnant water. But when he turned his head and squinted, a flash of inspiration appeared.
The girl in pink is pretty and charming, and the ornaments she wears show that she is either rich or noble, and it is obvious at first glance that she is not an ordinary person.
In the flames, Xie Xiaofeng stood with his sword in hand, the band behind his head fluttering in the wind. Without even turning his head, he said, "Qiu Di, hide behind me!"
It turned out that this girl was the young master of the Murong family of "Qixingtang", the daughter of Murong Zheng, Murong Qiudi.
The other wind user was stunned for a moment, and suddenly red light flashed in his eyes. He was wearing a bamboo hat on his head, but now he was exerting his strength and breathing, and the bamboo hat seemed to be lifted by the strong wind, revealing his true appearance.
Everyone who saw his face clearly cried out in shock, as if they had seen an evil spirit.
Li Muchan's heart skipped a beat when he took a quick look. In the leaping flames, he saw that the face was distorted and crooked, with a wide mouth, pouting teeth, and nostrils pointing to the sky. It was extremely ugly and terrifying, just like a freak.
The man's eyes were bloodshot and he roared like a wild beast in rage. His muscles were tense and it was unknown whether he had lost his mind or not. He grabbed the headless corpse in front of him and began to drink hot blood from the broken neck. A series of terrifying swallowing sounds came out of his throat.
Not to mention the Divine Sword Villa, even the members of the Demon Cult were frightened by this horrifying scene and retreated one after another.
The Wind Envoy drank the blood of another man, and his eyes were filled with blood. Outside his body, blue-black tendons and blood vessels expanded outward and were exposed on the surface of his body. He exhaled hot air, just like a giant demon.
Xie Xiaofeng frowned, as if he had sensed the danger. He raised his hand and pushed Murong Qiudi behind him several feet away, then drew his sword.
In the darkness of the night, a bright sword light suddenly appeared out of nowhere, like a waterfall striking straight down.
The sword flashed suddenly, and everyone felt a sharp pain, as if the night wind had turned into a knife that cut flesh and scraped bones.
What a terrifying sword intent.
The sword flashed by, and several members of the Demon Cult who were closest to Xie Xiaofeng fell to the ground, dead without a sound. Looking closely, a drop of thick blood was seen oozing from their throats, as if they had been killed by the sword.
However, the last sword failed.
The tip of the sword landed on Feng Shi's throat, but did not hurt him at all, only leaving a faint white mark.
Before he could strike the sword, Xie Xiaofeng raised his arm and the Xie family magic sword attacked dozens of vital points on Feng Su's body, but it was still useless.
"ah!"
The Wind Messenger roared and pounced like a tiger pouncing on a sheep, bringing up a strong fishy wind. A huge rock half a person's height in front of him shook with a loud bang and shattered.
Dust was flying, and suddenly more than a dozen figures were seen rushing over from the mountain. When they saw what was happening on the field, they attacked without saying a word, drawing their swords.
Xie Xiaofeng hurriedly reminded: "Be careful, you are no match for him."
But it was still a step too late. Dozens of sword lights cut through the night. Feng Shi did not avoid or dodge, allowing the sharp weapon to hit him. However, the moment the long sword touched him, the sword body bent into an arc in an instant, like piercing gold and iron, and then broke into pieces in front of the horrified eyes of a group of people.
Without waiting for these people to react, Feng Shi moved his fists vigorously, opening and closing them. All of them were severely injured, vomiting blood and falling down. Some had collapsed faces, some had sternums shattered, and some had heads exploded. They died in a horrible way.
Li Muchan was frightened. It turned out that among the four great messengers of the Demon Cult, none was normal except him, and the Kung Fu they practiced was more bizarre than the other. He thought that the Messengers of Water and Fire were evil enough, but he didn't expect that the Messenger of Wind was simply inhuman.
But Li Muchan suddenly remembered that it was not normal for him to have the "Ghost Secret Book" on his shoulders.
As he was thinking about it, his face suddenly changed, and he saw Xie Xiaofeng coming straight towards him, with the monster following closely behind him. Wherever he passed by, he broke stones and destroyed trees, with a terrifying momentum.
“We’ve been discovered.”
Li Muchan's face darkened. He made a prompt decision, waved his sleeves, and retreated.
Although Xie Xiaofeng was young, his physical skills were extraordinary. His movements seemed normal, but in a few steps he was already three steps away from Li Muchan. Then he stabbed with his sword, like an immortal pointing the way, and the sharp sword force went straight to his ankle.
Li Muchan's body tensed up and he subconsciously raised his sleeves. His right hand came out of his sleeves and he swung his palm like a breeze blowing on his face. However, when his palm was halfway, his attack suddenly changed. He used his fingers as swords and tapped the spine of the long sword as fast as lightning.
With a "ding" sound, the long sword trembled and the attack slowed down immediately.
With a finger pointing down, Li Muchan sank his sword finger again, turned his wrist and circled his elbow, and in an instant, hundreds of finger shadows seemed to appear under the moon, some poking, some picking, some pressing, and some piercing. The finger shadows were like thousands of lotus flowers blooming, mysterious and obscure, unpredictable and amazing.
With just this one move, Xie Xiaofeng's dull eyes suddenly lit up, and he said in a deep and moving voice: "Excellent swordsmanship, what do you call it?"
This is the starting move of "The Sword of Heavenly Buddha Conquers Demons", the Buddha descends to the throne.
But Xie Xiaofeng is still Xie Xiaofeng after all. When he had no way to retreat, he saw a finger poking at his Taiyuan acupoint. He shook his wrist, lowered his shoulders and elbows, and his long sword trembled like a dragon, and the tip of the sword was like a spirit snake spitting out its tongue. The tip of Xie's magic sword suddenly bent upwards and pointed obliquely at Li Muchan's armpit. Before the sword reached him, the black robe had silently been torn into a hole.
The two of them crossed paths and then stopped fighting at the same time. Li Muchan thought it was a pity. He wanted to use a hidden move, but it was still a little lacking. Ignoring Xie Xiaofeng's reaction, he turned around and slashed a palm in the air, landing on the chest of the wind master, forcing Xie Xiaofeng to retreat.
Unexpectedly, the Wind Envoy just swayed and fell back to the ground, without any impact at all.
In just this short moment, many figures from all directions came running over after hearing the sound. It was really because the wind made the inhuman roar too unusual.
The person has not arrived yet, but the sword light has already arrived.
Several bright sword lights rushed towards Feng Shi, and Li Muchan was also covered.
"Don't hurt my son!"
“Bold!”
"Die!"
…
Xie Wangsun and several elders of the Xie clan were afraid that Xie Xiaofeng would be injured, so they risked their lives to fight.
Under heavy murderous intentions, Li Muchan felt as if he fell into an icy cave, but his mind was not disturbed. He pointed with his backhand and used the same trick again, this time incorporating more of the cold internal energy of the "Ghost Secret Manual". He pointed his sword diagonally, and an elder of the Xie family just approached. He suddenly saw a sky full of finger shadows, with a sinister aura. He was shocked and felt a bone-chilling chill on his wrist, which even went numb . Before he could react, the sword in his hand was taken away.
The moment Li Muchan snatched the sword, his mind was focused. The sword light circled in the air, drawing a circle of sword shadows. In a flash, he had gathered all the three long swords in front of him together. Then he swung his strength, and the three long swords flew out of his hand at the same time, "snatched" into the tree trunk beside him. Then he retreated amid a series of exclamations.
"Who are you?"
"Ah, what kind of swordsmanship is this?"
"What a terrifying sword technique."
"Who is capable of such swordsmanship?"
…
Exclamations were heard everywhere.
Not only here, but also several Xie clan elders in the open space nearby all had a gloomy expression after fighting with the Wind Envoy. The enemy in front of them was so hard to be injured by swords and knives, as if he had a skin of copper and bones of iron. They were caught off guard and two of them were killed on the spot, and a group of Xie clan disciples were killed or injured.
Xie Wangsun frowned and shouted angrily: "Please ask for the magic sword!"
Suddenly, someone behind him hurriedly brought out a black wooden box. When the box was opened, a sword was found inside. The scabbard was ancient and the sword body was black.
Xie Wangsun took the sword in his hand, quickly rushed towards the wind envoy who was like an empty space, and attacked fiercely, with the long sword flying through the air.
The wind messenger was still in the air when his body and head were cut off silently.
In the meantime, the Fifth Dragon Chief and the Sixth Dragon Chief had already rushed over with a group of Qinglong Society disciples.
At the other end, Murong Ying also strode over with a gloomy expression, followed closely by the members of the Demon Cult.
Seeing the enemy and then seeing Xie Xiaofeng , the two men drew their swords without any further ado.
The brutal fighting broke out again in an instant.
"Retreat, retreat to the villa!"
