Volume 3: The Demonic Cult Advances Eastward Chapter 130: The Great Soul-Searching Hand
On the Taihu Lake.
In full view of the crowd, two figures were seen falling from the steep cliff.
Xiao Siwu was unwilling to give up, and he was even more unwilling in his heart, but behind the unwillingness was a deep pain of being inferior to others in skills.
If he felt frustrated when he lost the first time and still had excuses, now he had undoubtedly lost miserably.
He was defeated, defeated by someone whom he had never taken seriously and even looked down upon.
"Oh, I hate it!"
This little person, now...
But the thought stopped abruptly here. Li Muchan's eyes turned cold, his cheeks puffed up, and the golden flying knife in his mouth pierced into Xiao Siwu's eyebrows like lightning, killing him with one blow.
Li Muchan had seen the unwillingness in the other person's eyes. Sun Wuer had the same look before his death.
That's why they lost.
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boom!
There was a loud explosion, a few sighs, and someone's ambition for fame and fortune was destroyed in the ashes.
The waves rolled, and in the eyes of the people who were staring wide open, they suddenly saw a figure rising up on the dangerous cliff, rising up with the wind, raising his arms into the air in the rising dust, and then stepping on the frost and snow.
And on his shoulders, there were two broken arms, Xiao Siwu's broken arms.
"I'm fine." He said.
The calm and gentle voice spread out and fell into everyone's ears, making people feel at ease.
The current situation is so dire, so as the leader, he must walk side by side with his brothers, set an example, and boost morale. Even though he could have taken the opportunity to escape, he still has to have the courage to achieve great things. He must know that besides gold and silver, he also needs loyalty and courage to win the hearts of the people.
As expected, as soon as these words were spoken, the morale of the demons in the cult rose, their spirits were lifted, and they even attacked more ruthlessly.
Li Muchan lifted the broken arm from his shoulder and quickly scanned the situation on the battlefield .
There were corpses everywhere, the smell of blood was tangy, the hills were stained with blood, the tragedy was unimaginable.
Everywhere one looked, one could see fierce fighting, and the Demon Cult was clearly gaining the upper hand, while several forces were already showing signs of defeat.
It’s a pity that they can’t retreat.
The 3,000 elite soldiers together with the 12 personal guards almost cut off their retreat, and surrounded them from both sides, cutting off all chances of survival. They had no choice but to fight to the death, a fight with their backs against the wall.
Qiu Xiaolou wants this battle, win or lose, who will be the winner will be decided in this battle.
Li Muchan looked at the Goddess of Bliss who was still fighting with the two dragon heads. Seeing that the two sides were fighting back and forth, he immediately turned his gaze down the mountain.
There was also fighting going on at the foot of the mountain. The lakeside had been dyed red, like scattered crimson ink. It was a complete chaos.
He was looking for Qiu Xiaolou, the Great Elder, and Shangguan Xiaoxian.
But when he saw that this ghost young master was not dead, murderous intentions came from all directions.
Fists, palms, legs, feet, swords, spears, halberds, all kinds of weapons have been greeted by the flying figures, like a violent storm, penetrating every hole.
These are all martial arts masters recruited by the "Green Dragon Society" and killers trained by them, with all kinds of strange methods; there are also hidden weapons, darts, flying knives, flying guns, flying rings, and cold shadows of meteors flying rapidly in the forest, taking people's lives and full of murderous intent.
Li Muchan strolled in the woods. As he walked, he swayed and misstepped, and behind him were layers of phantoms, as if in a dream. It was hard to tell what was real and what was false. It was truly ethereal and extraordinary.
It is the supreme lightness skill that is "colorless and formless, with thousands of illusions and fragrances", a combination of body movements and footwork.
"Kill them!" said Li Muchan.
He avoided the hidden weapons coming towards him and dodged the flashes of swords and sabers. With the sword in his hand, he rushed into the enemy camp like a ghost.
As the knife flashed, puffs of blood mist bloomed in the air, and a killing spree began.
The blood enters the mouth, and the fishy and sweet taste goes down the throat.
Li Muchan's eyes trembled and turned rapidly, rolling wildly in his eye sockets, paying attention to the murderous intent from all directions, parrying, counterattacking, and killing.
At this moment, the blood in every vein in his body was boiling. Even though he was injured, he couldn't hold back his swelling heart. The pain was no longer pain, but turned into an indescribable stimulation and indescribable joy.
This pleasure is hard-earned and difficult to obtain, but now I can finally feel and taste it.
But that’s not enough.
Of course it is not enough. The "Golden Money Gang" is at its peak, and the "Green Dragon Society" dominates the world and is the uncrowned king of the martial arts world. How can one be happy when being inferior to these two?
Moreover, both sides are his rivals and opponents. As long as he lives one day, these two forces will deal with him endlessly.
So, after all, it is still not satisfactory.
If he thinks about it carefully, everything he has done, starting from the dilapidated temple outside Luoyang City, is actually more for self-preservation; although he still has ambitions, but even to this day, the basis of all his plans and calculations, Li Muchan, is to seek self-preservation.
Whether it's strength or power.
He couldn't stop, nor did he dare to stop. He could only climb up, keep going up. Once he stopped, hell would be right under his feet.
So, how can we be happy?
The pleasure that Li Muchan wanted was no longer about laughing at the world of martial arts, wielding a sword and getting drunk. What he wanted was to be unrestrained and lawless. He could make the world turn upside down if he wanted, and he could call the wind and rain with the flick of his hand. He wanted the world to be shocked.
This is the real pleasure.
This road may still be long, and it has only just begun, but as long as he gets through this battle, he will have enough strength to deal with the "Green Dragon Society" and the " Money Gang".
Be open and aboveboard, confront head-on, no need to rely on anyone, turn to anyone, or deal with other forces, be cautious, and seek survival humbly.
He has to rely on himself and win this world step by step.
Before I knew it, it was getting dark and dusk had fallen.
Suddenly, a sharp aura came from afar, passed over the fighting crowd, and landed on Li Muchan.
murderous look.
Amidst the flashing of swords and sabers, a young and handsome swordsman walked out. He was dressed in brocade and a sable fur coat, holding a noble sword. Even his boots were adorned with pearls and gems. He raised his cold eyes slightly and looked straight at me.
It was Yan Nanfei.
“This road is blocked.”
Li Muchan laughed when he heard this, and shook off the blood on his sword: "You want to stop me?"
Yan Nanfei also smiled. There were spots of blood on his collar, like a red plum blossom blooming in the snow. His voice was clear and steady, with a hint of teasing: "It's not just me. There are more than just the Qinglong Society who want to settle accounts with you."
Suddenly, several sharp auras emerged behind Yan Nanfei, and five middle-aged swordsmen in their fifties walked out side by side, all holding swords in their hands, with cold eyes and faces as cold as ice .
These five were all from the Excalibur Villa. They were all dressed in black with white jade belts. The swords in their hands were all the same width and length. Even the hilts, sword tips, and scabbards were exactly the same. Only the color and material of the sword tassels were different.
Looking closely, the sword tassel was about two feet long. The first one was golden, the second one was silver, the third one was copper, the fourth one was iron, and the fifth one was jade. They were linked together in a ring and were extremely strange.
Li Muchan didn't even turn his head. While talking and laughing, he suddenly thrust the long knife in his right hand backwards. The tip of the knife quickly penetrated into a man's throat. He retreated as soon as it touched the man, leaving him to fall down holding his throat.
"Let's settle old scores together."
Seeing Li Muchan, the five Xie clan elders spoke in unison.
Li Muchan just smiled and said one word very straightforwardly: "Come in!"
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Among the trees, Ma Kongqun also met a man, a lame man.
As soon as he saw the lame man, his pupils couldn't help but shrink, his whole body couldn't help but tremble, and his breathing became rapid.
Fu Hongxue.
In the battle of "Wanmadao" in the past, he was defeated by Fu Hongxue and many people died, but in the end Ye Kai forgave him and pardoned him, because Ye Kai was Bai Tianyu's son and Fu Hongxue was not, and there was no meaning in revenge, so he did not die.
But now, Fu Hongxue appeared in front of him again.
The black knife, the pale hand, still so steady.
Fu Hongxue, who had let go of his hatred, was now free from his constraints. Naturally, his swordsmanship was no longer trapped in the cage of revenge. He flew high like a trapped bird, and no one knew what level his strength had reached now.
Fu Hongxue didn't say anything, he just held down the knife, and his eyes were looking at the person behind Ma Kongqun.
But suddenly, a violent and murderous intent swept over, and red clouds descended from the sky.
Looking closely, a thin figure stood in the chaos of the riot. It was the Great Elder.
The man's already brightly colored monk robes became even more red, and his body was covered in blood. No one knew how many people he had killed. He looked extremely evil and treacherous, and his eyes were bloodshot.
The great elder looked around the field with a disdainful look.
Ma Kongqun was about to speak when he unexpectedly saw an old, dry right hand suddenly reaching out for his heart, silently and unexpectedly.
But at the critical moment, someone behind Ma Kongqun pushed it away and pulled him up.
The man raised his hand and flicked it lightly, then his other hand came out from his sleeve and pressed a palm on the chest of the great elder.
The surging palm power swept through, pushing away the frost and snow. To everyone's surprise, the great elder flew backwards and hit heavily on an old tree that could be hugged by four or five people.
Ma Kongqun flew back several feet, his face uncertain, and asked with lingering fear: "Did you succeed?"
He knew that his identity had been revealed.
"How could that be possible?" a soft and pleasant female voice sounded, "Be careful, this person may be even more difficult to deal with than the leader."
The bamboo hat was lifted, revealing Shangguan Xiaoxian's true face, and she walked out with her hands behind her back.
"Difficult?" Ma Kongqun looked at the great elder who lowered his head and did not move. "How difficult can it be?"
"Hehehe... The leader of the Money Gang is indeed worthy of his reputation." Suddenly, a sinister laugh came out from the Great Elder's teeth, and his scarlet eyes swept over everyone, "I heard that you, Shangguan, mastered the five unique skills of the Great Compassion Sutra. Unfortunately, you only learned 50% of their power. Today I will show you how earth-shattering the 100% powerful 'Great Soul Searching Hand' is."
