Volume 2: Buddha's Hand Saves All Living Things, Subdues Demons and Attains Bodhi Chapter 74 Old Friends
"These people are so powerful. When did so many martial arts masters appear in the world? And they are all very young."
Ding Linglin couldn't help but exclaimed.
Li Muchan sighed and said, "The answer is very simple, because they are all members of the Qinglong Society."
As the most mysterious force in the martial arts world, its past is unknown, but it is undeniable that it has undoubtedly welcomed the most powerful and terrifying ruler, the Great Dragon Head.
Lu Xiaojia had already looked at the downtrodden swordsman, especially the sword in his hand, which made his pupils shrink involuntarily, but he still said casually: "Eternal Life Sword."
Guo Ding's expression also changed: "This sword has finally reappeared in the martial arts world."
In just one day, two of the seven weapons that once dominated the martial arts world have appeared, and this sword has actually appeared right under his nose.
Lu Xiaojia has walked towards the down-and-out swordsman.
In this world, some people live and die for fame, spend their whole lives seeking power and profit, and climb to the top without hesitation. But there is a very small number of people who need opponents, a sense of existence, and strong enemies, especially people of the same kind and opponents of equal strength; because they want to be stronger, and the meaning of being stronger is "winning".
Lu Xiaojia could already feel the sword intent stirring in the other person's body, so he walked over.
Guo Ding also wanted to move.
He looked at the mysterious swordsman in a cloak who looked like a lonely soul.
This person is very scary. There is not a trace of murderous intent in him, but he seems to be the most perfect interpretation of the word "death".
When their eyes met, Guo Ding's face suddenly turned pale. In a trance, he actually saw from those dark eyes a very ferocious sword burst out and stabbed straight at him. It was unimaginable and he was stunned for a moment.
There was no expression on Guo Ding's face, but his eyes turned red in an instant, the veins on his forehead bulged slightly, and blood vessels popped out on the back of his hand. Just as he was about to draw his sword, everything was suddenly blocked by an old figure.
Li Muchan held the Blue Mountain ancient sword and walked towards the black-clad swordsman.
The black-clad swordsman's eyes were calm and peaceful, like two pools of ink, so deep that one could not see the bottom.
Li Muchan moved, and the man also moved. He raised his sword and turned around. With a sudden sweep, he cut through the green waves of the lake like an arrow shot from a bow and shot into the depths of the night.
Li Muchan followed closely behind, taking a few steps like a meteor, and suddenly flicked his sleeves towards the ground. He took advantage of the strong wind under his feet to soar into the air and chased after him like a flying bird.
The two men walked on the green waves, one in front and one behind, one chasing the other. Suddenly, a terrifying sword chant that struck the heart and lungs was heard from the palm of the black-clothed swordsman. A black light spun around like a poisonous dragon and pierced Li Muchan's face between the eyebrows.
The Blue Mountain ancient sword in Li Muchan's hand also vibrated, and the sound of the sword was clear and distant, like the echo of a spring in the mountains. The long sword pointed diagonally, and its force struck the wrist.
The bright moon hung high above their heads, but the two men were still riding the waves, fighting as they walked.
Then the two swords were seen tilted at the same time, colliding in mid-air, with the sword bodies colliding with each other.
The two were very close to each other, looking into each other's eyes.
Looking at this man, looking at these eyes, and this ruthless and extraordinary swordsmanship, Li Muchan suddenly wanted to laugh out loud and even shout out loud.
Because he still has friends. In the city of Jinling where people are treacherous and treacherous, and where everyone may betray him, frame him, and plot against him, Li Muchan suddenly looks back and suddenly realizes that he still has a friend.
This person is actually... Yan Shisan.
Although he was no longer afraid of being plotted against or betrayed, he did long for friends in his heart.
Shangguan Xiaoxian is not his friend. That woman may become his enemy, his mortal enemy, or his destined rival. Even if she becomes his confidante or lover, they can never be friends.
Moreover, there are very few people in this world who are willing to be friends with him, and there will definitely be even fewer in the future.
Even a hero who loves life like Ye Kai would never be friends with him, because it would be difficult for him to meet close friends on the road he is going to take in the future, and he is destined to compete with others in the midst of hatred, conspiracy and intrigue.
But he didn't care, never cared.
Everything in this world is destined to be a trade-off. He has become accustomed to the meanness of human nature, and he wants to survive this massacre, live to the end, and stand at the top. Having friends is a luxury for him.
Just like love.
How many people, how many heroes, how many talented people, have lost their pride, ambition, and spirit because of these two words. They should have been the most famous people in the world, but because of a woman, they were willing to become ordinary people and finally died with their eyes wide open, and most of them were not even buried .
But not caring doesn't mean he resists it.
Li Muchan still longs for a confidant. It is because he is in a world full of betrayals and conspiracies that he understands the value of a friend.
Moreover, a person with flesh and blood can never resist his inner desires.
Just like those flowers and plants, they all grow towards the sun.
He may win the hearts of the people in the future, but people's hearts are never friends. They are just compromises driven by interests, they are lackeys, and they are subordinates. Just like those who are invited to the banquet, everyone flatters him and fawns on him. It seems that he is in favor of the people, but what he loves is just money, which is limited in time.
Maybe he will also gain loyalty, but just like Shangguan Jinhong and Jing Wuming, how can they be friends?
With a true friend, you never have to worry about his betrayal. You will never doubt him. He knows you inside out and you will be loyal to him.
Fortunately, he still has a friend!!!
He was sure that this person was his friend, and perhaps his only friend in the future.
Li Muchan really wanted to yell, but he held back because this man was already one of the leaders of the Qinglong Society.
And there has been no news of this person in the past three years. He should have guessed long ago that this was the sword-wielding genius mentioned by the Great Dragon Chief.
However, Li Muchan did not dare to look for him, nor did he dare to confirm him. He even never went to the Yan Family Ancestral Hall again, because he was really worried that people would know that he had such a friend. By then, there would be many disasters and murderous intentions at every step.
Li Muchan's eyes were blazing, and he suddenly shouted, "Great swordsmanship!"
The black-clad swordsman in front of him had a hidden flash in his eyes, and the sword in his hand glowed even more fiercely, suddenly surging with a dark and cold light on the sword, flickering and covering the blade, which was actually a sword light.
Li Muchan could already see the coldness in the other person's eyes, the smile underneath the coldness, and a hint of worry.
The man had recognized him.
The ancient sword in his hand also emitted a burst of sword light. The already blue sword body suddenly emitted a dazzling blue light. The three-foot-seven-inch sword body seemed to have grown longer in an instant, and it was imminent.
The two swords struck again, sword energy was rampant, the two men were fighting to a standstill, huge waves appeared on the lake.
At least in the eyes of others, this was definitely an extremely dangerous and fierce battle, which made people tremble with fear and dazzled.
"Ancestral hall."
During the fight, Li Muchan vaguely heard these two words, which were quick and light, almost inaudible.
But then there are three more words.
"The second dragon head?"
This voice was not spoken by Yan Shisan.
Instead, it floated from the lakeside, and it looked very familiar.
Everyone looked in the direction of the sound, and saw Shangguan Xiaoxian, dressed in a fiery red dress, walking towards them from not far away with her hands behind her back, smiling as she looked towards the lake.
There was a boat on the lake, and on the boat there was someone, a woman in white.
Two dragon heads.
"I'm sorry for making a fool of myself!"
The two sides looked at each other without saying anything more. Shangguan Xiaoxian kept walking, as if she came here just for this person. Under the shocked gazes of the crowd, she walked step by step from the lakeside to the lake, then from the lake to the boat, and finally walked on it.
One is extraordinary and cool, the other is domineering and imposing.
Just as Shangguan Xiaoxian took a step, there was a sudden loud bang, as if the earth was breaking and the sky was shaking. The entire small boat actually left the lake and flew into the sky like a spinning top.
Two beautiful figures on the boat suddenly started fighting with each other.
