Volume 3: The Demonic Cult Advances Eastward Chapter 129: Death of Xiao Siwu
"bass!"
The knives trembled and the swords rang, and the blades collided.
Li Muchan's cold eyes were reflected on the cold and shiny blade. He would eventually meet these dragon heads.
The Goddess of Bliss flashed and moved, and with a wave of her white hands, a strange fragrance suddenly appeared from her sleeves and drifted away with the wind. When the demons behind her smelled it, they felt as if their blood was injected into chickens. Their blood vessels surged and their strength increased greatly. They were like wild beasts out of a cage, and they pounced on the disciples of the Azure Dragon Society with red eyes.
The Second Dragon Chief originally wanted to capture Li Muchan first, but when he saw that this Miao woman could make the demons more powerful with just a wave of her hand, he couldn't help but frown and was secretly surprised.
The threat posed by such a person is definitely more terrifying than those of many martial arts masters.
"Who are you?"
"Haha," the goddess of bliss laughed softly like a silver bell, which was even more melodious than the rings and pendants on her body. As she walked, her slender waist swayed gently, and her whole body exuded a fragrance like orchid and musk that seduced people's souls. "Can't you see it? Of course she is a stunning beauty."
She walked in the snow, neither fast nor slow, her words were soft, charming and sweet, so sweet that it made people sick.
However, there was more fear, vigilance, and solemnity in the eyes of the second dragon leader.
Because the disciples of the Qinglong Society who were looking at the Goddess of Bliss and walking towards her didn't even start to use their weapons. Instead, they all seemed to have lost their souls. They slowly slowed down their pace of charging into the battle formation, and then fell at the feet of the enemy one after another, without any chance of life.
They all died of poisoning, with obsessed smiles on their faces before they died, as if they had a sweet and beautiful dream and died in the dream.
The second dragon head's eyes suddenly widened, and he said in a deep voice: "Miaojiang poison? Are you the master of this generation's 'Jiledong'?"
Moreover, seeing how these people died, the Second Dragon Head became even more fearful. It was as if this was the unorthodox skill that the "number one female devil in the world" Fairy Yunmeng used to dominate the world... "The magic of bewitching the mind and inducing dreams".
The goddess of bliss said slowly and smiled gently: "This cave master, the goddess of bliss, is grateful for your teaching!"
The second dragon head's eyes flashed coldly: "No problem!"
As the words came out, two figures leaped up into the air, flew onto the ancient tree that was covered with frost, and started fighting on top of the tree.
On the ground, the young man surnamed Bai, holding the Changsheng Sword, looked at Xiao Siwu, then at Li Muchan, smiled faintly, turned around and greeted Tie Yan and the other two and Miao Tianwang.
There was constant fighting and screaming all around.
Just as everyone around him chose their battlefields and withdrew one by one, Xiao Siwu let out a long, shrill laugh, as if he had been waiting for this day and this moment for a long time. Blood came out of his eyes, and he leaped into the air while laughing, and drew his knife in the air.
While in mid-air, a ray of knife light came through the forest and shot directly at Li Muchan.
The attack of a ray of light is like a young swallow flying into the forest, and the murderous intent is imminent.
Li Muchan's eyelids trembled slightly, his black robe fluttered in the wind, his hair flying, and he strode forward to meet him.
Before the blade reaches him, the long sword is already across.
"bite!"
With a crisp sound, it rose and fell very quickly and hit the blade of the long sword.
The sparks that flew up dissipated in front of Li Muchan like a piece of burning ash.
After one strike, Xiao Siwu struck out again in mid-air.
The sword energy is flying, the sword intent is overwhelming, and the sword force is swift.
This knife was faster.
It comes with lightning speed.
Li Muchan narrowed his eyes slightly, and swung his sword with his right hand. The blade cut off the inch of grass in the air like a needle against a wheat spike; with his left hand, the tip of the sword sank and stabbed into the chest of a Qinglong Society disciple who was still gasping for breath beside him.
As the knife rose and fell, blood shot up into the sky.
Looking at Li Muchan who was approaching step by step, Xiao Siwu's laughter became even more shrill, as if it turned into a scream. When he turned over, his eyes widened, he shook his wrist and raised his arm, and a flying knife slipped out silently from his left hand.
He held the knife in his hand as if picking a flower. The three-inch long flying knife was exquisite and luxurious, and extremely eye-catching.
As Guanghua glanced, Xiao Siwu's hands were empty, and the knife was gone.
Where is the knife?
The knife is in front of Li Muchan.
This knife was different from the previous two. The blade broke through the air, but halfway through, the flying knife suddenly split in the middle and turned into two flying knives, which flew forward at the same time and hit Li Muchan's eyes directly.
With two knives covering his eyes, Xiao Siwu's right hand hanging by his side quietly turned over and was sent out by a twist of his wrist.
This knife was swung diagonally by him while turning around. The blade spun and drew an arc-shaped trajectory in the forest, bypassing the rocks, turning around the trees, flying over the frost and snow, flying to the left side of Li Muchan and shooting towards Li Muchan's neck.
Li Muchan kept walking, holding his two swords, one horizontally in front of him and one vertically at his side. As he dragged the long sword, the three flying knives that were originally extremely dangerous were immediately drawn to the side.
Under Xiao Siwu's cold gaze, Li Muchan wielded the knife lightly, and the blade flipped. The three flying knives spun rapidly on the long knife like gyroscopes, making a buzzing sound.
The long sword shook again, and the three flying knives were like fluttering butterflies , turning back and turning into three streams of light.
Xiao Siwu's eyes suddenly widened and were bloodshot. He would not retreat, not even if he died. He held a flying knife in his hand. The knife light was as dazzling as a meteor, shooting through the mountains and forests, and scattering the three flying knives in the air .
Suddenly, a green knife shadow rose from the ground three meters away, like a startled wild goose, stunning and beautiful.
It was the shadow of a knife that was created, but the technique used was swordsmanship.
What a fast sword.
The sword had not arrived yet, but Xiao Siwu already felt a slight pain between his eyebrows. A strong murderous intent was approaching him, causing his temples to throb and beat constantly.
He would never retreat. He leaped up into the air like a white crane soaring into the sky from the vast snow forest, staring intently at the knife shadow that was flying up like a poisonous snake below him, coming with ruthless and clever force, leaving no room for him to maneuver.
"ah!"
The long roar shook the heavens. When everyone looked, they saw two figures, one above and one below, rising into the air between the towering trees.
Xiao Siwu's eyes were bloodshot and even colder, but there was no panic, only hatred and murderous intent, as if the hatred was deep in his bones.
The man was wrapped tightly from head to toe, with almost no skin and flesh exposed except for a pair of eyes. It was also impossible to tell whether he had any hidden weapons or not. But when Li Muchan caught up with him, Xiao Siwu's hands had already been filled with murderous intent.
Too fast.
Xiao Siwu suddenly moved, his hands seemed to be picking stars, his finger shadows flew away, and his hand shadows crossed the air. Just like a magic trick, he took out dozens of hidden weapons from his head, arms, body, and legs in an instant.
Li Muchan also opened his eyes wide at this moment.
Seeing the surprise and surprise in those eyes, Xiao Siwu finally smiled. It was a ferocious and fierce smile, a sneer of satisfaction.
He had already made his move, his hands flicking and flicking like fluttering petals, looking very light, even beautiful, and in an instant, the sixty-four hidden weapons in his hands were released at the same time.
Each hidden weapon was aimed at a vital point on Li Muchan's body, and Xiao Siwu knew that his opponent must be wearing golden armor, so he hit his hands, feet and head.
This is the Tang Clan's famous hidden weapon technique, unique secret skill, "Flower Rain from the Sky".
Moreover, these hidden weapons are specially made and are made of gold.
In an instant, it seemed as if a golden rain of flowers fell between the two of them, breathtakingly beautiful and breathtakingly beautiful.
It turns out that this is the real deadly killer move.
Li Muchan was now in mid-air, with no way to escape and could only defend himself.
And after the golden flower rain, Xiao Siwu took out another golden flying knife. His eyes were full of ferocity. He stared at Li Muchan, waiting for him to parry and wait for him to attack.
Li Muchan really parried, with two swords in his hands, he used sword and saber moves at the same time, like a dragon flying in the sky. In Xiao Siwu's wide and trembling eyes, the two knife lights had turned into dozens of cold rays in mid-air. The swords and knives were so fast that the people forgot about life and death. They intertwined and turned into a big net.
“Ding ding ding…”
Sparks flew and metal clashed.
At this moment, a ray of golden light flew out silently from Xiao Siwu's hand, shot through the sparks in the sky, and hit Li Muchan's face squarely.
Got it!!!
At this moment, several pairs of watery eyes that were gazing and staring at the scene trembled.
Did Li Muchan lose?
Of course not.
“Puff!”
A green knife tip suddenly pierced into Xiao Siwu's chest, and the sound of tearing silk and clothes was very clear.
Li Muchan was not defeated. His eyes were dark, his whole body was full of energy, and he had a golden flying knife in his mouth.
Xiao Siwu's laughter did not end, but became a little hysterical and crazy. He looked at the enemy in front of him, threw himself forward, and was completely pierced through the heart and lungs by the blade. He clasped Li Muchan's shoulders with both hands, spitting blood from his mouth, and roared incoherently: "Hahaha... Li Muchan... let's die together!"
Suddenly, smoke and a pungent smell of gunpowder were seen around the man's waist.
It turned out that he was carrying a firearm.
Two figures fell into a steep cliff at the same time...
"boom!"
