Volume 3: The Demonic Cult Advances Eastward Chapter 139: Sweeping Seven Provinces
Qiu Xiaolou is coming to kill him.
Instead of retreating, he advanced, wanting to burn his boats.
Now that the Demon Cult was doomed, he could retreat, endure the temporary success or failure, or even retreat unscathed, but he could never tolerate the Demon Cult's foundation being stolen. If these things were lost, the Demon Cult would exist in name only, and Qiu Xiaolou would never be able to turn things around, so how could he be willing to accept that?
Qiu Xiaolou came with great momentum, followed closely by several personal guards.
Moreover, he was not without any ideas. If he killed Li Muchan, the culprit, now, these demons would definitely change their minds, follow him, and return to the Demon Sect. The situation could still be saved.
It's like a pack of wolves, a battle between the new king and the old king.
But, can he be killed?
Li Muchan smiled softly, looking through the flying snow at the remaining members of the Demon Cult.
He was originally thinking about how to recruit all these people under his command, but now it seems that it will be easier.
With murderous intent in front of him, Li Muchan did not take action. He just said, "You are too conceited."
Qiu Xiaolou pressed the knife at his waist, ready to move, and said in a hoarse and cold voice: "I lost, and you can't win either."
He seemed very confident that he could kill the enemy with one blow and crush the ambitions of the man in front of him. Because he had five death guards beside him, all of whom had practiced the "Blood Transformation Technique", which was hundreds or thousands of times more terrifying than hidden weapons and more vicious than killing weapons. As long as he boarded the ship, Qiu Xiaolou was very sure to get rid of Li Muchan.
He could see that Li Muchan's swordsmanship and saber skills had already achieved extremely amazing accomplishments, and were even about to become unique and form a school of his own, but his internal strength was still flawed and not strong enough.
Closer and closer!!!
Seeing the building ship getting closer and closer, and Li Muchan getting closer and closer, Qiu Xiaolou was about to take action, but suddenly, his face changed abruptly.
Because the five guards beside him... were already dead.
Several vicious and poisonous arrows were shot into their backs.
The arrow pierced through his clothes and went through his heart.
The five men were originally full of murderous intent, but at this moment, they all fell down with unwilling roars, and fell into the lake. The expressions of disbelief on their faces froze in an instant.
"Master..."
Before dying, one of them threw the box in his hand to Qiu Xiaolou.
In fact, the hidden arrow shot not only the five guards, but also Qiu Xiaolou.
The ones who shot the hidden arrows were none other than the evil cult members behind Qiu Xiaolou.
People all admire the strong and know the times, not to mention that Qiu Xiaolou's opponent is the ghost son who is rich and powerful. Now that the "World Alliance" has taken advantage of the situation, it naturally needs manpower. In addition, Li Muchan also intends to recruit them. Smart people will definitely know what is good and what is bad.
Now, with enemies everywhere, Qiu Xiaolou did not take advantage of the chaos to retreat, but instead wanted to lead them to fight to the death. Only a fool would fight like that, and of course the best way would be to turn against their own side and cling to this big tree.
In fact, some of these people were Qiu Xiaolou's confidants, but they were all killed in an instant by the hidden knives around them.
Qiu Xiaolou took the box, his black robe fluttering as he deflected the arrow behind him. His cold expression finally shattered at this moment, and he roared with shock, anger, and hatred: "You..."
But once the words came out of his mouth, he didn't know what to say.
These people have done what they wanted to do and have betrayed him. He has lost completely.
But he still wanted to draw his sword. The sword light flashed, the sword intent was cold, and the green blade was pulled out from the black scabbard.
The knife had a crescent-shaped handle and an arc-shaped blade. Then, a flash of green light appeared in the wind and snow.
The knife light was also curved like a crescent moon, but suddenly, everyone was captured by an indescribable murderous aura. The knife light suddenly broke through the air and turned into a flying rainbow, carrying a compelling murderous aura, and flew in front of Li Muchan.
The devil's sword slashes, the divine sword cuts.
Many eyes looked over, wanting to see the last stand of this evil cult leader.
Li Muchan also felt the knife at close range and it was indeed powerful.
However, at the moment when Qiu Xiaolou drew his sword, several figures on and off the boat attacked at the same time, and dozens of murderous intentions fell on the leader of the evil cult.
Now that the general trend has been established, and how many people have staked the revival of their family and the rise of their sect on this battle, how can they let Qiu Xiaolou get his wish, nor will they let Li Muchan die, and they will never let the "World Alliance" fall.
The knife light was close in front of him, but unfortunately two sharp swords flew over and blocked it, and a pair of knives also flew over like swallows.
Li Muchan did not move, nor did he blink. He just stood there, smiling slightly, watching Qiu Xiaolou's face, which was full of hatred and anger, with eyes wide open, like an angry lion, approaching, and then watched the other party retreat.
Qiu Xiaolou was in mid-air, slashing with his sword, the sword energy was so powerful that he repelled all the murderous intentions around him, and at the same time he seized a wooden boat. Under the gaze of everyone who was watching as if they were facing a great enemy, he opened the box.
As soon as the box was opened, the man's hands moved as swiftly as the wind. With his sleeves spread out, dozens of exquisite weapon fragments flew out.
These fragments were large and small, of various shapes, and even colors, but as Qiu Xiaolou quickly moved his hands and put them together, all the fragments turned into a weapon in an instant.
It turns out that this is the secret of the box.
There are many fragments, or parts, hidden in this box. According to one's own situation and predicament, they can be transformed and assembled into dozens of completely different weapons with different functions, and all of them are extremely powerful.
It is not . One needs a pair of extremely dexterous hands, imaginative ideas, and amazing martial arts to unleash the true power of this box.
Seeing how skilled Qiu Xiaolou was, Li Muchan guessed that he had pondered over this box. He shook his head and sighed, "In the face of a life-and-death battle, he actually trusted external things."
There was absolutely no mockery in his eyes, not even the joy of victory, only regret for this hero who was at the end of his rope.
Li Muchan said without even turning his head: "In the future, will someone also slash at me from behind?"
His voice was very soft, so soft that only the Goddess of Bliss and the black-clad swordsman holding two swords could hear it.
Everything has just begun.
The "World Alliance" has risen, but the ambitions of countless people will also swell with it. Those noble families and forces seem to be dependent on him and follow him, but how many of them are sincere and how many are fake?
This is an internal problem.
Who can be sure whether there is another Li Muchan among these people, who is as ambitious as him, and just like the one in front of him, and will eventually replace him.
The more people standing behind you, the greater the danger.
A hoarse voice sounded, and the black-clothed swordsman said: "This is the martial arts world."
What he said was decisive, direct and powerful.
But suddenly, the man asked again: "Are you scared?"
Li Muchan said with a smile: "How can I? Just like what Gongzi Yu said, a person cannot be without an opponent. I am not afraid, I am only eager. I don't even mind giving the latecomers a chance to grow up."
Although Li Muchan's expression remained calm, an indescribable strong self-confidence was revealed in his body at this moment, which was so cruel that it was suffocating.
Li Muchan's ambitions also reached their peak at this moment. He didn't mind anyone challenging him.
There are too many people in this world who, once they have high martial arts skills and great power, will become anxious about gains and losses. The more they get, the more they fear losing it; the more they enjoy, the more they will be afraid of death. They will throw all their ambitions, aspirations and heroic spirit out of the window and let them be completely wasted.
Li Muchan would never do that.
Confidence needs to be consolidated, and the ambition to conquer the world needs to be constantly consolidated and polished. This is the value of the opponent's existence.
He is not afraid of those predecessors who have a terrible reputation, nor is he afraid of the later generations who are dormant and patient, ready to fight at any time.
Perhaps it is too early for him to say these words now, because he is not invincible yet, but this does not prevent him from forming his own fearless and unrivaled belief.
After that, he sighed sincerely: "Yes, this is the world of martial arts. Moreover, from the moment we jumped in, everything was already doomed. Fortunately, whether it is right or wrong, good or evil, we don't have to float with the waves. Instead, we can make clouds and rain with a flip of our hands and stir up waves."
The Goddess of Bliss didn't say anything. She suddenly mustered up her courage, took a deep breath, and raised her left hand. Her hesitation became firm, and her trembling became steady. Then she placed it on Li Muchan's right shoulder and brushed away the fallen snow.
This was her answer.
She said nothing, yet it seemed as if she had said everything.
Li Muchan was silent for a moment, neither refusing nor resisting.
The Goddess of Bliss smiled, as if she was finally relieved, and placed her left hand completely on it.
Snow was falling from the sky and the lake was filled with frost.
A moment that seemed like eternity.
A moment later, the weapon in Qiu Xiaolou's hand suddenly exploded without any warning, blasting out a bunch of flying needles, all of which were black poisonous needles .
Qiu Xiaolou's pupils shrank sharply, and without thinking, he raised his knife and cut off his left arm which was full of holes.
He roared and said gloomily: "Don't be complacent, my today is your tomorrow."
Li Muchan said with a smile, "I didn't say I would kill you, why are you panicking? Leave the 'Divine Sword Slash' secret book to me and I'll let you go, how about that?"
Qiu Xiaolou's face was gloomy, and it turned red as if due to severe pain. His eyes were enlarged and bloodshot, but when he heard these words, he had no expression on his face. Then he swung his knife to cut off a corner of his robe, threw it to Li Muchan, and turned away.
"Just letting him go like that?" Tieyan and the others said in disbelief, "Isn't that like letting a tiger go back to the mountain?"
Li Muchan casually took the flying cloth, looked at the small words on it, narrowed his eyes and smiled, "How could the 'Qinglong Society' and the 'Golden Money Gang' let him go? Have you forgotten those tens of thousands of demons? These people left so quickly, most likely they have already rushed to the west."
At this point, he said in a deep voice: "They can grab theirs, we fight for ours. Send a message to the brothers in the alliance to immediately sweep across the martial arts world of the seven provinces in the south of the Yangtze River. I want to see who dares not to bow down from all the sects and factions."
