Volume 4: Blue Dragon Changes the World Chapter 195: Crisis comes again, the old man reappears
The murderous intent has been aroused, and the disaster of killing is imminent.
The hall was immediately shrouded in blood and gore.
Bai Yujing was also moving. As soon as he moved, a black-clothed swordsman, Yan Shisan, appeared about ten feet in front of him.
Yan Shisan lowered his head, neither looking at the man nor paying attention to the swords and sabers around him. Instead, he looked at the sword, the Sword of Immortality.
He wants to try this sword.
In this battle, he fought for Gongzi Yu, without any concealment, without any hesitation, and without any regrets.
Of course, he had a reason for doing so.
Even though Gongzi Yu did not trust him and was always suspicious of him, he admired him and even gave him unreserved guidance. He also allowed him to read all the sword manuals in the world in the library. This was already a great favor.
Moreover, Gongzi Yu's conversation with him was not in the tone of a boss, but more like a conversation between friends. He was both a teacher and a friend, and showed him enough respect.
Therefore, Yan Shisan could not retreat, especially when Gongzi Yu was in a desperate situation and was attacked from all sides. He could not retreat even more.
Although this world is full of intrigue and twists and turns, there are not so many descriptions for his world, and some of them are just eight short words.
Repay kindness with kindness and repay hatred with hatred.
Even though Gongzi Yu and Li Muchan were rivals, he still made this decision.
In fact, Yan Shisan had no prior knowledge of the founding of the "World Alliance".
He and Li Muchan have not seen each other for many years. They have different experiences and achievements, and they are also in hostile forces. Can they still be considered friends?
Of course, and he is a close friend with whom I can confide my innermost thoughts.
Friends are friends. Friends are pure and unadulterated. They allies or subordinates of a boss. No matter how far apart we are or where we are, we will always be friends. Just like when the two of them practiced sword fighting together, they didn't know each other's origins or ask about each other's backgrounds, but they still became friends.
Li Muchan knew him, so he didn't tell him about the Tianxia Alliance. This was both a way of respecting him and protecting him. He valued him and didn't want to interfere with his choice.
Therefore, Yan Shisan must never let down his only friend.
When a man is in the martial arts world, he should act like a hero and follow the principle of justice. If he receives a favor, he must repay it. Even if he loses his life today, he will never be ungrateful and will draw his sword.
Looking at Yan Shisan, Bai Yujing's eyes showed a rare solemnity.
Except for the great dragon leader Gongzi Yu, among the remaining dragon leaders, this one is the only one he cannot see through.
"I heard that you read all the sword manuals in the world in this library and learned the thirteen sword arts by yourself. Haha, is it true?" Bai Yujing said with a smile.
Yan Shisan's lifeless eyes suddenly trembled, and he said coldly: "Do you want to try?"
Bai Yujing raised his eyebrows and laughed: "Come on!"
As they were speaking, two cold swords were unsheathed in the hall. One sword was as bright as snow and cold, and the other sword was as black as ink, like a poisonous dragon. The moment they collided, sword energy burst out and the sword wind swept in all directions, making everyone feel a sharp pain.
Li Manqing took a step forward and went towards the man with shifty eyes. Mingyuexin and Li Yaoshi, who were not far away, also jumped forward, with great energy, and attacked together.
However, even though they joined forces, they were still at a disadvantage against the Qinglong Society. The twelve people who followed Bai Yujing were none other than the twelve hall masters he had already selected. Each of them had extraordinary skills and was a top-notch ruthless fighter.
In the fierce fighting, one battle circle after another was divided, and everyone looked for an opponent. Some had already killed their way from the hall to the study outside, and some had killed their way from the study through the corridor, and the fierce battle continued in the palace.
Just as a group of martial artists were being killed and defeated, with heavy casualties, two figures suddenly jumped out from the dark river.
These two men were also in disguise, and they had just entered the underground palace with everyone else, but they had hidden in the underground river at some point.
They are Guo Ding and the holder of the "Parting Hook".
After the two people appeared, they acted decisively and rushed to help everyone.
And what about Li Muchan?
He still didn't show up.
Because the Qinglong Society has not been forced into a desperate situation, the person who should appear has not yet appeared.
We are just at a disadvantage now. Until the critical moment that truly decides life or death, we must not act rashly.
What he was waiting for was the old man he met in Luoyang City that night, the former number one in the world, Bai Yujing, the master of the "Eternal Sword".
This person is extraordinary in both temperament and courage. He is definitely a big shot. Even among those "Qinglong bosses", he must be a truly powerful and unique master.
Therefore, the closer it gets to the final moment, the more cautious you must be. Such a strong man has not yet appeared, and once he strikes, it will be a fatal blow that will shake the world.
Just in case, he had to find the other party first.
Li Muchan looked coldly at the people fighting in the field, taking in every face, not only the living, but also the dead on the ground, men and women, old and young, not letting any one go.
Li Muchan's heartstrings were also tense. Others seemed to be in danger, but it was not really dangerous. On the contrary, he had sensed a great crisis.
The mysterious old man is definitely stronger than the bearded man. Even the wedding dress skill achieved by the bearded man is most likely from the former.
It is recorded in the secret records of the martial arts world that this magical skill of wedding dress is fierce and powerful, extremely domineering. Beginners must give up the skill and start over when they have mastered it to about 60% to 70%. Otherwise, once the power is exerted, the internal force will wander through the eight extraordinary meridians, like a raging fire burning the body, making life worse than death and suffering.
The big man's wedding dress skill was clearly well-trained, but he felt no pain at all when he applied the strength. His skills were so powerful and domineering that they should not be his own.
This means that there is at least one person in secret who is proficient in the "Wedding Dress Magic", and he may even be an unparalleled master who has mastered the magic skill.
There is such a master secretly waiting for an opportunity to strike. If he reveals his true identity, a dangerous battle is inevitable.
But the situation has come to this point, like an arrow on a string that has to be shot.
He moved quickly and took advantage of the fight between the masters to rush out of the hall.
The poisonous smoke outside had dissipated, and the ground was littered with corpses.
Li Muchan glanced quickly as he moved between the corpses, secretly gathering energy in his dantian to prevent any accidents.
He walked fast, moved quickly, and tapped his toes without leaving any trace of blood.
He just wandered around the library for a few times, turned a few circles, and then flashed into the corridor.
Then he took a deep breath and ran quickly back to the palace he had just been to.
Several people were fighting for their lives in the hall, and there were also sounds of killing outside. It was a complete mess.
Li Muchan glanced casually and was about to leave the hall, but he suddenly stopped and stood still.
Because he caught a glimpse of a purple dress out of the corner of his eye.
"Purple?"
Li Muchan immediately remembered the old woman in purple who was skilled in disguise.
The man in purple was hiding among the corpses on the ground, motionless, as if he had been dead for a long time, with blood flowing under him and he was lying face down.
Li Muchan's eyes changed repeatedly as he suppressed the murderous intent in his heart. If he wanted to take action, this moment would undoubtedly be the best opportunity. This man was faking his death and falling to the ground with his back to the enemy. He should use all his strength and kill him with one move.
He restrained his breath, and quietly mobilized the internal force stored in his dantian, gathering it in his palms. At the same time, he moved his feet, changing his position, looking for an angle to attack.
But seeing that the man looked like he was really dead and motionless, Li Muchan's pupils trembled for no reason, and then he moved four feet to the right without hesitation.
Almost at the moment he moved, two sharp swords flew out from the corpse behind him and stabbed towards the place where he had stood before like lightning.
Not only these two swords, the four people in the hall who seemed to be fighting fiercely, all turned their swords around, their eyes filled with ferocious murderous intent, formed a formation, and surrounded him.
It turned out to be a trap.
The person who first attacked him was none other than Gongsun Da Niang.
The remaining four people are also unusual, as they are four of the twelve hall masters.
"Are you looking for me?"
A light and calm voice suddenly sounded, floating through the hall, and it was difficult to tell its direction.
"Well, you're not making any progress, but rather regressing. You're either fake, or you've already betrayed me."
The voice was like a gust of wind, moving left and right, up and down, and it was impossible to tell whether it was happy or angry.
But Li Muchan's reaction was very decisive. His eyes showed ferocity and he pressed down heavily with both palms.
The five people around them felt as if the sky was falling and the earth was collapsing, as if a hurricane had swept across their faces, and the murderous intent on their faces instantly solidified. But then they saw the pool of blood on the ground being swept up by the strong wind, like a huge blood-red wave, rising from the ground and rushing straight to the top of the hall.
"boom!"
The roof tiles shattered.
The moment Li Muchan made his move, he turned around.
It would have been better if he hadn't turned around. When he did, he was met with a pair of eyes, distinctly black and white, indifferent as water, and close at hand. Furthermore, a fleshy palm landed heavily on his chest, the palm's power fierce and overbearing, like a raging fire.
It was the mysterious old man.
When their eyes met, the old man smiled faintly and said, "Haha, Li Muchan, you are really smart!"
