Volume 2: Buddha's Hand Saves All Living Things, Subdues Demons and Attains Bodhi Chapter 87: The Heavenly Buddha Defeated the Demon, Shocking the Whole Audience
"Ah, Silver Halberd Wen Hou?"
"He is Lu Fengxian, who was ranked fifth in the 'Weapon List' back then?"
“This guy has also come out of the mountain.”
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There was a sudden commotion on the long street, and it was a big commotion.
Exclamations and screams rang out one after another, and countless people swarmed at the window, holding on to the wooden railings, staring intently with wide eyes.
It's not for any other reason, but because this person is a figure from the same era as Li Xunhuan and Fei Jianke, which in itself is a very scary thing . What's more, the other party was one of the best at that time, which is really hard to imagine.
Now, more than twenty years have passed, and this person's realm and strength have probably risen to a high level and become unfathomable.
Li Muchan's eyes flashed with a gleam of light. The battle between Shangguan and Xiao Li that year affected the entire martial arts world. Countless masters listed in the "Weapons List" were killed or injured, because most of them were recruited by Shangguan Jinhong. The few who remained were either dead, disabled, or retired.
However, after Lu Fengxian suffered a crushing defeat at the hands of Shangguan Jinhong, he never recovered and gave up on himself.
In the battle of "Lengxiang Garden" in Chang'an, "Lü Di", one of the Four Heavenly Kings of the Demon Cult, was this man's nephew.
Unexpectedly, he reappeared in the world.
Li Muchan's casual expression was much less restrained, but the evil in his eyes was getting more and more intense, making the two ghostly fires in his eyes more blazing: "Interesting, is it destroyed and then rebuilt?"
Hearing the words "weapon list", Lu Fengxian had a blank expression on his face, but his white robe had already fluttered without wind, and his hair and beard were all standing.
This supreme honor in the eyes of others was actually a shame in his eyes back then, and it will never change now. Instead, he hates it more than ever before.
The reason for the hatred is that he finally broke through the barrier, walked out of the predicament, and became stronger and stronger again, and stepped into the arena again... But his former opponents and old enemies have all retired and died.
Of the four people in front of the weapon list, three are already dead.
Old Man Tianji, Shangguan Jinhong, and Guo Songyang all died at the hands of others.
Even Li Xunhuan and the Flying Swordsman disappeared from the martial arts world.
Looking at the vast world, old friends are gone, enemies have retreated, so he naturally hates them.
He was twenty years late in taking this step.
Lu Fengxian stopped, still looking so elegant and arrogant; but this arrogance was no longer as superficial and obvious as it was in the past. He had experienced great ups and downs, and had experienced gains and losses and then gains again, and finally he learned to restrain himself.
What is restrained is the murderous intent, just like a precious sword in its sheath, which will not be used unless it is unleashed, but once it is used, it will chop the enemy down in the blink of an eye.
His pride lies in his eyes, which reveal the spirit of a tiger gazing at the mountains and a dragon soaring into the sky.
Li Muchan sighed softly: "Old bones, just retreat cleanly. This world no longer belongs to your group of people. Just come out and take a look. Don't be carried back later."
Lu Fengxian's eyelids twitched, and instead of getting angry he smiled: "What did you say?"
Li Muchan suddenly showed a cruel smile on his face: "Get lost!"
Lu Fengxian's tiger eyes narrowed slightly, his breath surged in his chest and abdomen, his white clothes suddenly became silent, his gray hair fell, and he said lightly: "So crazy, much crazier than I was back then."
After he finished speaking, he suddenly took a step forward with his right foot and strode towards Li Muchan.
As soon as he stepped down, there was a strange "click" sound on the stone slab under his feet. When the boot left the ground, the long street fell into silence. Suddenly, a clear footprint appeared on the stone slab, which was about an inch deep into the stone. The edge was smooth, just like a rubbing.
Lu Fengxian did not stop and took another step. With this step, his hands were hanging behind his back at his sides. The flesh and blood on his hands became visibly crystal clear, like ice crystal, and one could vaguely see the tendons, bones and blood vessels.
"Thanks to you for killing my nephew, my Lu family has been extinct. I will eventually have to go to the battlefield again and compete with the heroes of the world ."
And another mark appeared under his feet.
"If I kill you, I will fight Shangguan again and regain everything I have lost."
This man was calm and steady as he spoke and walked, as if he had seen through the world and was neither sad nor happy.
Although this Shangguan is no longer the Shangguan of that time, the current one is no less capable; not only does he have Shangguan Jinhong's martial arts and scheming, he also has Lin Xianer's viciousness, cunningness, and ruthlessness, and is even more so.
Moreover, only in the days when the "Money Gang" reappeared and saw the light of day again, many former servants of the Money Gang responded and came from all directions to join them. The momentum is high and it is simply at its peak.
Of course, it is impossible for all these people to be loyal to Shangguan Xiaoxian, but considering the wealth of the "Golden Money Gang" and the eastward expansion of the Demon Cult, anyone can be a loyal subject.
"What a pity," Li Muchan suddenly made a bold move in the eyes of others. He hung the "Green Willow" in his hand back on his waist, gently stretched out his ten fingers, and said seriously: "I'm afraid you can't go. Considering that you are famous in the martial arts world and are considered a good person, I will leave your body intact today."
Lu Fengxian stopped talking. He took another step forward, and then another. With each step he took, Li Muchan suddenly noticed that the man's footprints had become a little deeper.
"Gathering strength?"
Just like the combined attack of Shangguan Xiaoxian and Jing Wuming, it was like a raging wave, the earth was overturning, and if you fought against them, you would have already lost half of the battle before you even started fighting. This person was more solid, with a momentum like a mountain collapsing, like the waves of the Yangtze River, one wave after another.
In a moment, this person had taken seven steps, with marks appearing behind him with every step. Before he arrived in front of Li Muchan, he already felt an invisible murderous intent enveloping him. Dust was rising from all directions, and fallen leaves were swirling.
In a trance, the long street disappeared, the spectators disappeared, and there was only Lu Fengxian who was coming towards him step by step.
suddenly.
Just as the hustle and bustle was blinding, a right palm emitting a mysterious glow suddenly appeared and went straight to Li Muchan's chest.
Here it comes.
"Hahaha……"
Li Muchan laughed several times, his eyes were ghostly, he flicked his sleeves and clothes like a monk picking up a flower and folding his sleeves, then turned his wrist and flicked towards the extraordinary right hand in front of him.
It seemed like she was waving her sleeves, but the outline of a palm print had quietly appeared in the wide sleeves that were filled and bulging, and it landed on the palm with a "pop".
When the two palms met, Li Muchan seemed unable to resist the earth-shattering force in front of him. He flew back into the air and floated several feet away. He touched the ground with one foot and flew in again in a flash. Then he returned to his original position, spread out his sleeves, clenched his left hand into a palm, and pushed out fiercely.
Lu Fengxian seemed to be full of confidence. With the remaining strength in his right palm, he snorted coldly and faced another palm with a fierce look.
The two palms faced each other again , and the long street was like an explosion of thunder and lightning. Dozens of stone slabs around their feet lifted off the ground and exploded in mid-air.
Both parties withdrew their palms at the same time. Lu Feng flew up first, and his hands seemed to have become the most terrifying killing weapons in the world, enough to break iron and gold. A ball of strange color burst out, and the stone slabs blocking the air were all turned into powder.
A strong wind blew in his face, and Li Muchan stretched out his arms like a Buddha opening his palms, and all the black hair behind him flew up.
"Hmm? Wow, it's actually the authentic Buddhist secret technique?"
There was a cold light in Lu Fengxian's eyes, he was shocked and surprised, but he was too lazy to think about it. He stretched out his big hand and was about to tear it to pieces on the spot.
Li Muchan sank his feet, unhurriedly, and waved his left sleeve to greet slowly.
“Good job!”
When Lu Fengxian saw it, he was not surprised but happy. He shouted like thunder and handed it over with his left hand again.
Unexpectedly, Li Muchan met with another attack with his right palm.
The two men faced each other with their palms. Lu Fengxian was in mid-air, ready to exert his strength, but Li Muchan spun like a top and took him flying.
The two forces collided, and the surrounding fallen leaves were all blown away, and the dust was swept along. The onlookers were already thirsty, their hearts were pounding, and they all looked at each other in horror.
"Isn't this Ghost Master practicing the evil skills from the Ghost Secret Manual? Why does he look a bit weird to me?"
"It's even more evil."
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In a flash, Li Muchan raised his arms and Lu Fengxian took advantage of the situation to withdraw his palms, lifted them up to a height of thirty or forty feet in the air, turned around and pounced back like a tiger pouncing on a sheep or an eagle catching a rabbit.
This Kung Fu is his own unique skill. In the past, the silver halberd in his hand could not make any progress, so he turned his hands into weapons, creating his own style. Unfortunately, before he could achieve perfection, he was defeated by the Dragon and Phoenix Rings. Now he is about to show his power.
Li Muchan stepped on the ground, and the black robe on his body was lifted up like a cassock, swelling in the wind. He waved his hand and stood between the two of them.
Lu Fengxian's murderous intent became even stronger. He hung upside down and was about to reach down with both hands.
But suddenly, his eyes widened, as if he had seen something horrifying, and his pupils were instantly filled with bloodshot.
But in an instant, the outlines of palm prints appeared on the black robe, some deep, some shallow, some turning into fingers, some picking up flowers to form seals, some slanted, some horizontal, with endless changes.
For a moment, Lu Fengxian only felt palm shadows in all directions, and the world before his eyes was full of murderous intent.
There is no way to avoid death, it is at hand.
“Ah… This is… The Heavenly Buddha’s Devil-Subduing Palm!!”
