Volume 3: The Demonic Cult Advances Eastward Chapter 131: Chaotic Battle
Night has come and the moon hangs in the eastern sky.
The snow has melted and the frost is cold.
Clouds gather over thousands of mountains, the cold moon shines on Jade Lake; the sounds of fighting can still be heard on the mountains and hills.
All over the mountains and plains, looking around, there were corpses of various causes of death. Some died from hidden weapons, some died from swords, some were pierced through the heart by pistols, nailed to trees, some had heads as big as buckets, died from poisoning, and some were hacked to death by swords, shot to death by arrows...
Listening carefully, some people were crying and wailing, some were wailing, and some were laughing crazily. They were bloodthirsty and confused. They looked at the figures around them, unable to tell whether they were dead or alive, and waved their swords weakly.
After just a few sword chants and two knife sounds, the crying stopped and the wails faded away.
It's so tragic.
Even the "Battle of Huiyan Peak", which was regarded by the people of the martial arts world as a catastrophe that had not been seen in a century, was far inferior to today's battle.
The blood dyed the frost red, dyed the moonlight bright, and dyed the mountains and fields red. Even corpses were floating in the lake.
Unlike the daytime thrilling scene, the noise on the mountain had already weakened, but the murderous intent was even stronger, because everyone was scattered in the fight; no one knew how many of these corpses were truly dead, how many were pretending to be dead, how many were friends, and how many were enemies; if one was not careful, their souls would immediately return to their hatred, and their heads and bodies would be separated.
Looking around, who could have imagined that the shattered corpse was once a famous hero in the martial arts world, and who could have identified that the deceased with holes all over his body could be a giant in the martial arts world.
There is no high or low when it comes to life and death.
The elder of Huashan Sword Sect was shot to death with a hidden weapon.
The leader of the Qinglong Society was stabbed to death.
The chief escort of the thirty-six major escort agencies in Jiangnan died from a small poisonous arrow.
The deputy leader of the Tang Clan lost his head.
The elder of the demon cult was cut in half.
The Shaolin monk half fell to the ground and half fell into the lake.
Also dead was "Red Devil Hand" Yi Yeku. This evil master who had been famous in the martial arts world for more than 30 years was covered in an iron net and shot with hidden arrows, with his body full of arrows.
Too many.
These masters who were once famous and feared by the martial arts world, turned out to be no different from ordinary people. They were all made of flesh and blood, and could still be killed by being cut by knives or swords.
Someone just made a little noise, and the next moment, dozens of hidden weapons were shot from all directions in the forest, killing people instantly, regardless of whether they were friends or enemies.
In this situation, when it is difficult to distinguish between friend and foe, especially at night, everyone has to be careful. Even the leader of a sect or the overlord of a region has to hide himself cautiously and sneak away.
People are like this. When facing life and death, as long as they can survive, everything else seems to be sacrificable. Even if everyone dies, as long as they can still be alive, it is worth it.
But it was not completely silent.
“Wow!”
Suddenly, I heard a strange noise.
Under the bright moonlight, a ball of bright silver light suddenly appeared. It was a long silver sword tassel. With a "swish" sound, it was brilliant and dazzling. Not only could it captivate the eyes, it also had a reverse-blade hook that could block people's weapons. It was extremely insidious.
There were more than one strange noises coming from all directions.
The five kinds of sword tassels, gold, silver, copper, iron and jade, were all like this, and there were blood stains on them.
In the formation formed by five people, Li Muchan stood still with a knife in his hand. He turned his eyes and looked at the bloody wounds on his body and the clothes that were torn by the sword tassel. He couldn't help but smile softly.
These five men all have superb swordsmanship, which is enough to be considered an expert. They also know how to attack together and have strange weapons. The sword tassels, in particular, are really in the way and are the nemesis of swords and knives. They are extremely difficult to deal with.
In addition to the five people, there was also Yan Nanfei. Although this man held his sword without moving, looking as if he was disdainful of taking action, he gave people a huge pressure invisibly.
Li Muchan pursed his cracked lips, feeling the pain coming from his body, and said lightly: "Interesting, after all, a family that uses swords has figured out this kind of trick."
According to rumors, Xie Tian, the first patriarch of the Xie family, once fought with swordsmen all over the world, and defeated them all. He was hailed as the "World's No. 1 Swordsman" and founded the "Excalibur Villa". It is said that this man was extremely talented and gifted. He understood the swordsmanship of various schools in just one fight, and later realized several ways to restrain swordsmen in the world.
The "Stealing the Sky and Seizing the Sword" style is one of them.
These five special forces now seem to be of the same kind.
Yan Nanfei gloated and said, "Isn't it possible that the famous Ghost Master is going to die here?"
Li Muchan smiled and said, "Why don't you come along?"
There was a cold light flickering in his eyes, but his mind was paying attention elsewhere, because there were rumbling thunder and explosions in the distance. The terrifying aura made people shudder even from such a distance. There must be a terrifying master fighting fiercely.
“Arrogant!”
Faced with life and death, seeing that Li Muchan dared to be distracted, the five elders of the Xie family were all furious, their eyes wide open, the long swords in their hands trembling like dragons, and the joint attack formation started again.
But five people were seen holding swords in hand under the moon, and walking quickly around Li Muchan with strange steps. After only two circles, the five people had turned into several fast shadows. The sword shadows in their hands filled the sky, and the sword wind whistled, condensing into a circle of sword wheels, which kept spinning.
In an instant, Li Muchan was surrounded by numerous sword shadows. He felt murderous intent in all directions, both in the sky and on the ground. In addition, the sword tassel was dazzling. He just turned his head slightly to avoid his sight, and suddenly saw an ancient Qingshuang sword with a green jade sword tassel coming across the sky.
When this formation is activated, if the enemy in the formation draws his sword to parry, the weapon in his hand will be instantly blocked by the sword tassels of the other four. However, if he just defends and does not attack, he will not be able to escape death until the sword circle shrinks.
This formation has been in existence for more than two hundred years since it was created. It has defeated countless sword masters who attempted to challenge the "Excalibur Villa", and has taken away countless swords of sword masters and famous swordmen. Its power is by no means ordinary.
Yan Nanfei glanced at the steps of the five people, which actually contained the changes of Yin and Yang and the Five Elements. The sword moves were connected from beginning to end, combining hardness and softness, and were continuous.
One sword goes first, and four swords come later.
The five men wielded their swords, and in an instant the five ancient swords flew back and forth in the formation like electric stars, crisscrossing each other and turning into a sword net. The sharp sword energy penetrated people's hearts and lungs.
Yan Nanfei was concentrating on looking carefully when he suddenly heard...
“Puff!”
The long sword drinks blood and takes life in one move.
It actually hit.
Yan Nanfei’s eyes widened, because the life he took was not Li Muchan’s, but another person’s life.
But Li Muchan was seen twisting and turning in the sword formation, shuttling back and forth between the sword gaps, like a ball of black mist floating up and down, as fast as a ghost.
But even so, there were still several more bloody wounds on his body, with blood dripping down. The sword circle was about to tighten, but at the critical moment, a claw shadow suddenly appeared in the sky, and a cold wind blew past. Li Muchan's left hand seemed to be able to pick stars and the moon. He reached out in the air and snatched the sword from one person's hand like lightning, and sent it into the other person's chest.
The swords of the remaining four people fell out of their hands almost at the same time, and they felt a numbness in their Taiyuan acupoints. The four long swords were immediately pulled into Li Muchan's hands.
He grabbed the sword in his left hand and there was another sword in his right hand. The two swords merged into one. He turned around and swung it. The green sword edge had already cut out a circle of stunning sword shadows under the moon, which seemed to be rounder than the cold moon in the sky.
The dust has settled.
The five elders of the Xie clan still had a final look of shock and horror on their faces.
As soon as a gust of cold wind blew past, the heads of the five people rolled off their necks, and their headless bodies fell to their knees powerlessly. A column of hot blood spurted out from the broken ends, gushing out like a roar.
It ended too quickly and too suddenly.
Yan Nanfei was stunned: "Steal the sky and change the day to seize the sword style!"
Li Muchan glanced in the air and looked at him with a smile. At the same time as he let go of the four swords with his left hand, a ball of terrifying Yin energy gathered in his palm out of thin air. He raised his palm and the blood mist gushing out in the air was immediately rolled into a ball by the surging evil wind. He raised his hand and sent it away.
Amid the fierce palm wind, a bloody palm force slashed towards Yan Nanfei through the air.
Yan Nanfei's eyes were solemn. He dodged and retreated, ready to draw his sword.
"ah!"
Suddenly, a loud roar of pain came from the mountainside.
Li Muchan narrowed his eyes slightly, his gaze flickered, he recognized the owner of the voice, it was Ma Kongqun.
"Hmm? What kind of powerful enemy have we encountered?"
