Volume 2: Buddha's Hand Saves All Living Things, Subdues Demons and Attains Bodhi Chapter 88: Demonic Shadow, Blade Light
The person who spoke was not Lu Fengxian.
In a restaurant nearby called "Mantangchun", a handsome man with red lips and white teeth suddenly walked out. He had a noble demeanor and was accompanied by many maids. Each of them was fair-skinned and beautiful, with different looks and temperaments. Some were holding incense, some were holding lamps, some were holding swords, and some were serving wine. They were the most popular.
When this group of people came out, the men were envious and the women were jealous.
The man wore a jade crown and a snow-white fox fur cape, with a brocade robe underneath. The pearl and jade ornaments on his waist alone were worth at least a thousand gold coins. The fabric and weaving of his clothes were of the best quality, and they were extremely exquisite. One could tell at a glance that he was either rich or noble.
He could actually recognize the palm technique used by Li Muchan at a glance. His pair of phoenix eyes first opened and then narrowed, his gaze was blazing, and there was indescribable jealousy in his eyes. He said word by word: "Heavenly Buddha's Devil-Subduing Palm!"
This peerless martial art that stirred the world hundreds of years ago has actually reappeared in the world.
“Look!”
There was a sudden cry of surprise from the crowd.
On the long street, the battle between the two sides has reached a life-and-death battle.
When Lu Fengxian saw the shadows of palms emerging from under the black robe, the horror in his eyes instantly turned into ruthlessness and determination. He stretched out his right hand and stretched out three fingers as fast as lightning, including the index finger, middle finger and ring finger of his right hand.
In an instant, all the colors in his hands seemed to gather on the three fingers at this moment, bursting out with a strange ochre color, full of blood and energy, as if stained with blood, as if it had accumulated all his energy and spirit and gambled everything.
Lu Fengxian no longer cared about the palm shadow, let alone life and death. He was like a madman. In the past, when facing Shangguan Jinhong, he even lost the courage and confidence to attack, all because of the woman Lin Xianer. Now he has been defeated and then rebuilt, how can he be defeated again in the face of these rising stars.
"Come and die!"
In an instant, the fine wrinkles at the corners of his eyes seemed to have disappeared, and he felt that he had returned to the time when he was high-spirited and full of ambitions. He became younger and returned to his heyday.
Then, he was defeated.
That’s right, we lost.
The black robe suddenly flew up in the wind, as if it was going to hold him in mid-air.
Lu Fengxian didn't care, because there was blood on his fingertips and the killing move had hit.
But when he saw clearly the person he had killed, his pupils contracted rapidly and his eyes froze.
Because the person he killed was an old man with white hair and beard, whose face was full of pain, and whose throat was pierced by a finger, with disbelief in his eyes.
The holder of the love ring.
This move was truly earth-shattering. The old man's larynx was shattered, and even the Duoqing Ring just now let out a groan of being overwhelmed. It was almost pierced through, with three shocking finger pits left on it, and flew out of his hand.
The person who was supposed to be killed was pinching the old man's neck, his eyes were cold and mocking.
But Lu Fengxian had no time to react and no chance to speak.
A heavy palm strike directly onto the forehead.
Li Muchan's body was filled with dark winds and evil spirits. He held Lu Fengxian upside down with one hand and grabbed the holder of the "Love Ring" with the other hand. With a push of his palm, the two figures flipped out.
He reached out his hand again, and the black robe that was floating in the air was wrapped around his body again. His sturdy upper body, and the exposed muscle contours, were already covered with countless criss-crossing sword wounds, long and dense, exuding a trembling and cruel masculine aura, making everyone who saw it gasp and their scalps tingle.
If Xie Wangsun, the owner of "Divine Sword Villa", was here, he would probably be shocked, because the sword wounds on Li Muchan's body were no less than the wounds on Xie Longteng's body, and there were more of them.
During those three unknown years, in that dark and silent dark room without sunlight, Li Muchan had already fought with him for dozens and hundreds of days and nights, breaking no less than a hundred swords. No one knew how much blood and sweat he had shed to get to this point.
Moreover, there were several times when he almost died under Xie Longteng's sword.
In the end, Li Muchan simply untied Xie Longteng and declared that whoever got out alive would be the leader of the seven dragons and the grand master.
In that dark room, he greedily and eagerly absorbed all the experience of fighting the enemy, as well as Xie Longteng's swordsmanship, skills, martial arts, and even various magical methods, and put them to use for himself.
Although Shangguan Xiaoxian has been dormant for many years, she still has the strong foundation of the "Money Gang" and has top masters like Jing Wuming working for her; the same goes for Xie Longteng. His family has almost 70% of the sword manuals in the world. In addition, he has been placed with high hopes since he was a child and has extraordinary talent, so he is destined to be extraordinary.
But Li Muchan had nothing.
Even if one possesses extraordinary martial arts, it is still not enough.
Therefore, he can only sweat more and bleed more than others to make up for the shortcomings of his starting point and catch up.
For the past three years, he had been longing for strength all the time . Even in his dreams, he was thinking about sword, knife, and palm techniques, and he tried every possible way.
Until one day, Xie Longteng found that he could no longer defeat him...so he asked for death.
As his black robe fluttered, Li Muchan seemed to have regained his gentle and lively look.
He looked back at Lu Fengxian who was standing with his back to him.
This person can still stand.
"What a pity! You wasted nearly twenty years of your life and youth. Even though you returned to the martial arts world, the time was too short. I don't think you had enough time to recover to your prime... You still couldn't get over it. You are now half a century old, but your spirit and energy remain as they were back then. Fall down."
Lu Fengxian's stiff body suddenly shook, then he raised his head and spat out a mouthful of blood mist, then fell straight to the ground.
"Ahem..." Li Muchan suddenly coughed twice, turned his head and looked at the "Overlord Spear" whose face was as pale as paper. "Well , it seems that you can't take my life away."
Li Muchan and Lu Fengxian had just fought, and he hadn't reacted yet. He only felt a flash before his eyes, and a figure floated past. The holder of the "Love Ring" had been controlled and was sent under the iron finger.
Too fast.
This strange and extraordinary lightness skill alone is probably enough to make one laugh at everyone.
The long street was silent.
The group of people were silent, their hands and feet were shaking.
This person was clearly practicing the authentic martial arts secrets that were not passed on, but there wasn't a single peaceful and upright aura in his body. Instead, he was sinister and powerful. Even his palm technique seemed to have changed. It wasn't the "Heavenly Buddha's Palm to Conquer Demons" at all. He was clearly an evil Buddha, a figure of impermanence.
Looking at Li Muchan, the young man in tight clothes holding the "Overlord Spear" gritted his teeth and steadied his cold right hand.
Li Muchan brushed off the dust on his body and said nonchalantly, "It's a pity that the seven weapons back then each had their own merits, and the holders were all talented and outstanding heroes. Now you have become lackeys working for the 'Blue Dragon Society'."
The young man had an ordinary appearance, with a black forehead band on his head and ordinary clothes, a linen shirt and cloth shoes. He looked to be about thirty years old, with an uncertain look in his eyes, as if he was struggling whether to take action or not.
Li Muchan laughed and said, "You've already lost."
After he finished speaking, he tilted his head and glanced with a smile at the handsome man who revealed the "Heavenly Buddha's Devil-Subduing Palm", then turned and walked to the blacksmith shop, leading Peacock, Ye'er, and the Goddess of Bliss and disappeared into the night.
The young man with the gun was both ashamed and angry, but also seemed to have breathed a sigh of relief. His back was already wet with a layer of cold sweat, and then he let out an unwilling roar.
"Collect the bodies!"
Suddenly, Li Muchan's voice came with the wind, along with banknotes mixed with fallen leaves, tumbling in the air.
Amid the constant exclamations, those people in the martial arts world who were still in shock all widened their eyes, looked at each other, and then pounced, leaped, or ran, swarming onto the long street, stretching out their hands to scramble for the silver bills, fighting until their heads were broken and bloodied.
"Mine, this is mine!"
"Haha, three thousand taels!"
"I'm rich! I'm rich!"
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Also on this night, a bloody and brutal fight came to an end within the Dian Cang Sect of Dali.
This long-famous "Seven Great Sword Sects" in the martial arts world has now become a ruin, with corpses scattered all over the ground and devastation everywhere.
The head of the sect, Taoist Long Xuan, was holding a broken sword, with disheveled hair and blood all over his body as he looked at the group of sect members in front of him. He then looked at the disciples, elders and fellow disciples on the ground. His only remaining eye was both weeping and bleeding, and it was emitting a tremendous cold light. The broken sword was also emitting a sword light, pointing directly at a figure behind the group of demons.
This person was neither the chief elder nor one of the other three elders, but a tall and majestic figure, extremely majestic. With only his back, he looked like a demonic figure.
But it was this back figure that not only killed the three elders of Dian Cang with one sword, but also cut off the sword of the leader that had been passed down from generation to generation in Dian Cang, and even destroyed one of his eyes.
"Evil creature, die!"
Taoist Long Xuan opened his one eye wide and let out a long, hoarse cry, like a cuckoo weeping blood.
The foundation of hundreds of years was actually burned down. How could he have the face to face the leaders of all generations and fight them at the risk of his life?
He flew sideways, and it was unclear whether he was controlling the sword or the sword was controlling him. His whole body seemed to have transformed into an unparalleled divine sword, striking directly at the figure's back.
No one stopped him.
In fact, there were not many members of the Demon Cult who raided the battlefield, only seven. Seven people, in less than two cups of tea, they had almost wiped out the Dian Cang sect.
But suddenly, Long Xuan saw a flash of knife light in his eyes, an indescribable knife light, incredible, like a crescent moon, a faint blue moon, just appearing in the sky, but it had the power to shock people and frighten ghosts.
The flames of extreme hatred in Long Xuan's eyes suddenly went out at this moment, and his vitality also dimmed at this moment.
As his body flew sideways, a line of blood suddenly appeared from his forehead across his entire body, and the sword in his hand was split into two halves, with the remaining force continuing as he fell into the darkness.
"Master, do we need to summon the great elders and others?" Suddenly, a member of the Demon Cult asked respectfully.
A deep and powerful voice sounded: "No need, let's go to the Central Plains first!"
