Volume 3: The Demonic Cult Advances Eastward Chapter 113: The Heavenly Secret Stick
Snow on the long street at night.
In the sky above Baoding City, several figures were flying and running wildly, but as unexpected events occurred in various parts of the city, these people scattered and the number of people who had been following closely to watch the battle gradually decreased.
Only when only two sides were left in the fight did Li Muchan fly down and rest on a quiet long street.
Sun Wuer flew over, and when he saw Li Muchan stop and turn around, he slammed the iron rod to the ground and sneered, "Run, just keep running."
Li Muchan's words were calm, but his eyes had turned cold and cruel without anyone noticing. He smiled faintly and said, "I want to run away, but now that I'm someone else's boss, I should hold up the situation. Anyone can run away, except the boss. If you run away, it will be difficult to convince the people and the people will lose their support."
As he spoke, he took out his hands from his sleeves . His hands were cold, bloodless and clear as ice.
The knife at the waist was already vibrating slightly under the fierce energy, as if it was about to fall out of the scabbard.
"What a joke! When did this stinky bug from the muddy alley start to imitate humans and become the boss? I suddenly changed my mind. I won't kill you, I will only cripple you. Since you want to soar to the sky so much, I will make you fall back down again."
Sun Wuer's expression was originally very ferocious, but when he heard what Li Muchan said, he was already keeping an eye on his surroundings, fearing that there had been an ambush in secret.
After all, in his eyes, Li Muchan would never do anything without confidence, and he would always have a backup plan and hidden means. If he only judged this person by his martial arts skills, he would not even know how he died.
But as soon as this thought came to mind, Sun Wuer's sallow face suddenly stiffened, and then became gloomy.
Unknowingly, this little character who was once disdained has grown to the point where people are afraid of him.
Wisps of hot white air emanated from Sun Wuer's mouth and nose, turning into cold frost that hung on his eyebrows and eyelashes, looking snow-white and crystal clear.
His eyebrows were stretched a little bit due to the wriggling of his muscles, and his already sinister face became even more ferocious. He stared and raised his eyebrows, like an evil ghost, and his fierce eyes were shining even through the wind and snow.
Li Muchan must die.
This person already has such ability even though his martial arts has not yet reached the peak. When he becomes powerful, no one will be able to stop him.
Opposite Sun Wuer, feeling the terrifying murderous intent blazing in the body of the person in front of him, Li Muchan raised his eyebrows like a sword and said sarcastically: "How was the trap last time? Don't worry, I didn't set an ambush today. In the end, this world still believes in the strong. I have no doubt about this. No matter how scheming and cunning one is, he still needs to have strong strength to rely on, otherwise how can he convince others?"
When mentioning this, Sun Wuer felt a dull pain in his chest.
He almost died in that trap, and the murderous intent in his eyes became even stronger and more ferocious.
“Bang! Bang!”
"Show your sword!"
There was no need to waste any more words. Sun Wuer was afraid that something might happen, so he knocked and swept with the iron rod.
He knocked on the ground, and with one smash of the stick, the stone slab beside him exploded. The shadow of the stick swept through the air, and two walnut-sized pieces of gravel turned into a sharp black light, which shot straight into Li Muchan's face with a sharp sound of breaking through the air.
Li Muchan's pupils shrank rapidly. His shoulders, feet, and even knees did not move, but his whole body seemed to become light and fluttery. There was a ghostly aura all over his body, and it seemed as if ghost fire was burning in his eye sockets, and he moved sideways like a ghost.
Just as he had managed to steady himself, an iron rod came crashing down from the sky with a force that shook the earth and shook the sky. The flying snow was swept to both sides by the powerful blow, and a huge gap , causing frost and snow to flow in the opposite direction.
A violent gust of wind blew, and all of Li Muchan's hair was blown up.
"ah!"
Sun Wuer let out a howl, bared his teeth, his burnt yellow hair stood on end, his eyes were as big as copper bells, from a distance he looked like a mandrill evil ghost ready to devour someone, or like a mad demon, his attack was frantic and overbearing, terrifying.
All the pores on Li Muchan's body tightened under the blow. He landed for a moment, turned his body, and dodged sideways.
Sun Wuer grinned grimly, and the stick that was originally as powerful as thunder suddenly stopped in mid-air. It was moving and still, moving like an arrow on a bow, and still like floating clouds and falling trees, and it could change in a moment.
The iron rod was across the air, and the snow under the feet of the two men rushed and rolled like huge waves.
However, the stick's momentum has not stopped.
Sun Wuer held the stick in his hand, not giving Li Muchan any chance to breathe. He lowered his waist and swung the iron stick in his hand horizontally. The violent momentum immediately swept across the street. The wind from the stick made the flags on both sides flutter, and the roof tiles shook.
Seeing this, Li Muchan tapped his toes lightly and dodged like a ghost, and suddenly saw a shadowy figure in the snow.
Although Sun Wuer's attack was powerful and fierce, he was unable to do anything to Li Muchan's strange and changeable body movements for a while. His face became even more ferocious. He suddenly retracted the iron rod in his hand, grabbed the rod with both hands, and swung it around, sending crazy stick shadows in all directions, as if he was holding a black demon dragon, stirring up trouble and pushing away the frost and snow.
In an instant, Li Muchan felt as if there were gusts of wind and huge waves coming towards him, one wave after another, the sky was dark, sand and stones were flying, the lanterns on the long street were extinguished one by one, as if he was stuck in a quagmire, and his agile body movements slowed down.
He narrowed his eyes slightly, and was greatly amazed in his heart: "This Tianji stick is indeed extraordinary!"
"boom!"
"boom!"
"boom!"
…
Suddenly, the stone slabs in front of Li Muchan exploded one after another, as if struck by thunder. Amid the exploding dust, a heavy step stopped five feet away, and then a pitch-black iron rod pierced through the chaotic snow curtain, and pointed at his chest like a mad dragon out of the sea.
Behind the iron rod was Sun Wuer’s hideous and laughing face.
“Die!”
Snowstorm riot.
"ah!"
A sharp and shrill whistle suddenly pierced into Sun Wuer's ears like an icicle and arrow.
Sun Wuer suddenly felt a sharp pain in his eardrum and a constant "buzzing" in his ear. The blood and energy surging in his chest and abdomen stagnated, and the attack of the iron rod also slowed down.
Seeing this, Li Muchan's body shook, and he wanted to squeeze in, but Sun Wuer didn't give him a chance to fight back. He quickly took a step back, and shook the iron rod in his hand. The shadow of the rod spread out layer by layer, covering him.
Li Muchan's cheeks tightened and he felt cold all over, because he had seen this move before. Back then, outside the "Lengxiang Garden" in Chang'an, in that soy milk shop, the man lifted a heavy object with a wooden stick, and the scene of his miraculous skill was still before his eyes.
Under the force of the stick, the flying frost and snow within a two-meter radius in front of Sun Wuer seemed to be peeled off from the sky and earth, and moved along with the stick, like a dragon, a snake, and like surging wind and clouds.
In just a moment, a terrifying whirlpool of wind and snow appeared under the man's stick, and Li Muchan was sucked into it.
It is a combination of offense and defense, a shocking and unique move.
But this was just the beginning. Sun Wuer laughed wildly and lifted the iron rod upwards as it flew.
Li Muchan was immediately blown up by the violent wind like a kite.
"Look at me using my stick to lift thousands of mountains."
In the instant when Li Muchan jumped into the air, the iron rod in Sun Wuer's hand smashed up like a storm. It was an extremely dangerous killing move.
But Li Muchan's slightly narrowed eyes suddenly widened at this moment, with murderous intent flashing in his eyes. He stretched out two fingers, and touched the handles of the double swords on the left side of his waist with his index and middle fingers, and then lifted them up. The double swords made a "clang" sound, and were pulled out of the sheath as if pulled by invisible silk threads.
A green light flashed across the sky, followed by a cold light. With two swords in hand, Li Muchan hung upside down in the air, with both swords coming out at the same time.
Seeing the two flashes of knife light, the hideous smile on Sun Wuer's face stopped for a moment, his eyes shone brightly, as if he had seen something unexpected, with a strong expression of surprise and disbelief.
"ah!"
At one end of the long street.
Ding Linglin, Ding Lingzhong and Lu Xiaojia were hurrying over.
They also saw the two flashes of knife light and their eyes widened.
The man flashed a knife and used swordsmanship.
Not only sword skills, Li Muchan also performed knife skills with his left hand and sword skills with his right hand. The power of the sword and knife suddenly moved left and right, and suddenly changed forwards and backwards. The green light and the cold light intertwined, and collided with the shadows of the sticks in the sky from top to bottom, creating a sudden and terrifying spark.
besides……
At this moment of life and death, Li Muchan's chest and abdomen suddenly trembled, his throat and tongue moved, and he opened his mouth and spit out a cold star that shot straight into Sun Wuer's brows.
"Ah, the Iron Chewing Technique?"
