Volume 2: Buddha's Hand Saves All Living Things, Subdues Demons and Attains Bodhi Chapter 72: An unexpected surprise
"So you are the Seventh Dragon Leader. I thought so." The old man slowly straightened up and looked at Li Muchan with a re-examination look. "Haha, you deliberately spread those strange stories and anecdotes. Do you want to lure me out?"
Li Muchan's figure floated straight back, and he stood up, saying leisurely: "No, I just want to try and see who would be interested in this Master Zhuo. I expected Shangguan Xiaoxian, and I thought this move was somewhat useless. I didn't expect to lure out a big fish like you at this time."
The old man neither responded to Li Muchan's address to him nor refused.
"You want to kill me?" the old man said coldly.
Li Muchan dusted off the dust on his body and said gently, "You are wrong. I just wanted to find help, and I really wanted to try to find these things. Unfortunately, the years have passed, and the heroes of the past have all passed away, and the whereabouts of these magic weapons are unknown."
"Helper?" The old man's demeanor changed, and he stood with his hands behind his back. The Blue Mountain Ancient Sword in his hand, which was revered as a peerless sword by the sword practitioners, was casually thrown at his feet. He said disdainfully, "Are you worthy enough to join forces with me?"
His mind turned, and he recalled the reactions of the two Demon Cult elders just now . Suddenly, his expression changed slightly: "Good boy, you actually chose the Demon Cult for your last fight. Haha, just for this matter, there will be no place for you in this world."
Li Muchan mocked, "Aren't you also thinking about dealing with the Great Dragon Chief? Otherwise, how dare you think about the 'Tears Sword' and the box? And I tell you, the 'Tears Sword' is very likely in the hands of the Great Dragon Chief."
The old man's face was so gloomy that it seemed as if water could drip out of it: "With your little tricks, you dare to compete with the 'Qinglong Society'?"
Li Muchan's eyes sparkled and he laughed: "Give it a try, what if it works? And you can't wait to find me, could it be that you have also encountered problems?"
The old man exclaimed: "Sure enough, smart, yes, I am somewhat involved with the Demon Cult, and the Great Dragon Chief also has intentions to deal with me."
As soon as these words were spoken, this man's identity as the fourth dragon leader was confirmed.
Li Muchan was stunned when he heard this, and then he laughed so hard that he fell backwards: "That's such a coincidence."
The fourth dragon head sneered, "You can laugh now, but you will cry someday. When the day comes, you will no longer be the seven dragon heads. When the big dragon heads come together, you will die even if you have three heads and six arms. I don't want to get involved in this mess."
Li Muchan let out a long breath and said expressionlessly, "I see that you are not only old, but also outdated. I have put so much effort into it, but it is really disappointing. You are neither good at attacking nor defending, and you even want to retreat."
Di Qinglin's eyes turned cold: "Arrogant!"
As soon as he finished speaking, he dodged and pressed his palm on Li Muchan's chest.
But before the smile of success could appear on his face, Di Qinglin's expression suddenly changed drastically. He immediately raised the energy in his dantian again, rubbed and pressed his right palm, and with a "bang", a tremendous palm force was added to Li Muchan's body. Li Muchan's feet sank and a streak of bright red blood flowed down the corner of his mouth.
But Li Muchan's expression was very calm, one of his hands hung naturally at his side, the other hand was behind his back, his feet did not move at all, but a force of energy had already spread out from his body invisibly, his sleeves were fluttering, his hair was flying, and there seemed to be wind and clouds surging in his sleeves, and a stirring dust was rising.
As soon as Di Qinglin's palm fell, Li Muchan narrowed his eyes, clenched his left hand behind his back instantly, sank his right foot, and shook his body. The palm on his chest was instantly withdrawn as if struck by lightning.
Di Qinglin staggered back a few steps, his face flushed, his eyes full of surprise and suspicion: "Boy, you..."
But as soon as he said this, his face suddenly changed, and he said in a lost voice: "Have you mastered the 'Clavicle Soul-Stirring Heavenly Buddha Scroll'?"
Thinking that the news was spread by Li Muchan, Di Qinglin naturally thought of more.
Li Muchan grinned, her lips and teeth reddened: "It seems that you are really old."
He raised his drooping right arm, shook his arm and wrist , and with a "whoosh" sound, a black scabbard shot out into the air.
Di Qinglin dodged to the side, and with a "puff" sound, most of the scabbard sank into the earth wall behind him.
With the scabbard in front and the green light behind, Li Muchan flew across the sky, swung the knife horizontally, and the blade passed by Di Qinglin's neck, bringing out a few drops of splashing blood.
Di Qinglin evaded the knife narrowly with a swift move. He wiped the blood from his neck and saw the blood on his hands. His face suddenly twisted, and his eyes showed a lingering fear and a cruel and vicious cold light.
He became famous in the martial arts world sixty years ago, and was a hereditary first-class marquis, which was extremely noble. There were so many masters in the world who were trampled under his feet. It was a shame for a mere kid who came from the market to dare to challenge him.
He dodged for a moment, then crouched down and moved forward. He flipped his right hand, and a cold light suddenly trembled in his palm, heading straight for Li Muchan's heart and lungs. The knife light almost covered his forehead, throat, chest, waist and abdomen...
Li Muchan witnessed the extremely sharp sword light, and spun the long sword in his right hand in a circle. Suddenly, a ball of green light flew between the two of them, as if a blue moon was hanging horizontally, blocking all the sword light in the sky. When the two swords collided, the other hands of the two men exerted their strength at the same time.
Unexpectedly, Di Qinglin grabbed the Blue Mountain Ancient Sword with his left hand, and with a swing of the long sword, it pierced through the knife curtain and pointed directly at Li Muchan's heart.
Although his sword was fierce, a left hand wearing a transparent glove had blocked the tip of the sword, with the palm facing outwards, and was able to block it.
After a moment of stalemate, Li Muchan dodged to the side and with a flick of his finger, he sent the Blue Mountain Ancient Sword to the side.
Unexpectedly, Di Qinglin did the same thing as him and pushed the long sword in front of him aside.
Almost at the same time, the two of them stepped forward, put away their weapons, and pushed with their palms.
Bang!
Then there was a muffled sound like thunder exploding out of nowhere.
The two men put their palms together, and suddenly saw that each other's sleeves were inflated, the muscles on their faces were difficult to control under the crazy collision of energy, and their facial features were distorted.
Li Muchan's eyes suddenly turned sinister, his whole body was filled with negative energy, and an evil wind was already swirling in the ancestral hall. However, although his aura was evil, his palm power was contrary to it. It was vast and broad, and it was the authentic secret of the martial arts world, a peerless skill.
Di Qinglin's palm technique was also evil. When he moved his palm, his hand was filled with a tearing and twisting force, surging like a vast ocean, and the palm force seemed to be earth-shattering.
Li Muchan's sleeves ripped into strips with a crackling sound, and a blush appeared on his pale face.
Suddenly, a human skin mask was washed down by the energy on Di Qinglin's face and fell to the side. A gloomy and terrifying, bony face was revealed, with blood oozing out from the mouth and nose.
Li Muchan grinned grimly, and suddenly pulled back his palms, swinging them in the air and floating straight out of the old house. But before Di Qinglin could catch his breath, he pounced back again, the tendons in his palms stretched, the power in his palms surged, and it was another bolt from the blue.
Di Qinglin's originally dry throat suddenly became thick, and his face turned as red as blood.
"kill!"
As if his ferocity was aroused, he opened his eyes and coughed up blood. He actually imitated the opponent, withdrew his palms, and then attacked again.
How could Li Muchan show his fear? His eyes were full of ferocity. He exerted force with his feet and pushed forward with his palms. A cold wind and dust whistled around him.
The third palm.
"puff!"
A mouthful of blood mist rushed to his face.
Di Qinglin's face suddenly turned as pale as gold paper, and his straight body began to shake.
"Since you helped me get here, I'll leave your body intact."
Li Muchan sneered, bent his arms and pushed forward with both palms. The man's hands and feet were already swinging, and he flew backwards like a rag.
