Volume 6: Overseas Chapter 329: An Unprecedented Battle (Part 3)
Just as black waves descended from the sky and torrents surged backwards, at the moment when the cave completely collapsed, three terrifying auras that were earth-shaking and unprecedented in history collided with each other fiercely like thunder and lightning.
In a flash, sword lights, palm power, and fist shadows all fell.
Fast, so fast that you forget about life and death.
In an instant, everything seemed to be swallowed up by darkness, and all sounds disappeared, leaving only deathly silence.
But the dead silence was broken for a moment by a violent rush of torrents.
The seawater that was originally pouring in was squeezed outwards at this moment and flowed back, revealing a space of neither size nor large.
In a small space, a fleshy palm with exposed bones and throbbing blood vessels was landing firmly on a person's chest and pressing down hard.
"Wow!"
The eyes of the Asura Venerable were bloodshot and his eyes were wide open. His throat moved and a ball of hot blood spurted out from between his open lips and teeth, splashing onto the fair face that was so close to him.
With blood rushing to his face, Li Muchan's calm expression instantly became cold and grim.
He had used all his strength in this palm strike.
The unparalleled palm power fell, and even Venerable Ashura screamed and vomited blood. Most of his chest collapsed and he was in excruciating pain.
However, this man's expression seemed to be smiling, his eyes staring at Li Muchan, grinning wildly, looking ferocious and cruel.
After dying and coming back to life, he still didn't die.
Li Muchan suddenly felt an itch in his throat, and then he heard a "puff" sound, and two streams of blood spurted out of his mouth and nose. On his forehead was a clenched fist wearing an iron glove, the fist of Venerable Ashura.
Not only his fist, but also a sharp sword tip was sticking out from his clothes on his chest, blood was dripping from the blade, and the cold light was captivating.
Zhu Da's sword.
This sword seemed to be able to pierce through both of them.
And what about Zhu Da?
Beside the two of them, a burly figure stood still, not only taking the punch from Asura Venerable, but also taking the finger from Li Muchan.
That is Qiankun Yizhi.
If he had used 100% of his strength in his palm strike, then this finger had 120% of its strength, with murderous intent hidden in it, just to kill with one blow, pointing directly at Zhu Da's eyebrows.
Li Muchan wanted to get rid of these two people with one move.
But even with this one finger, Zhu Da didn't block or dodge, and just let Li Muchan point at him.
Beneath the fingertips, there was a line of blood winding downwards, like an earthworm, flowing across Zhu Da's nose and hanging down to his chin.
But that’s all.
Zhu Da stood with his arms folded, and there was a layer of true energy outside his body that enveloped his entire body like red fire, especially between his eyebrows. It was as if a raging fire was rising, as if it could burn the river and boil the sea. The sea water a foot in front of him was boiling and rolling, which was more than shocking.
This person seemed disdainful to fight, waiting for the two people in front of him to decide the winner, and then the remaining person would be qualified to fight him.
Facing this unprecedented and masterful Wedding Dress Skill, Li Muchan's fingers and Asura Venerable's fists were met with only a faint chuckle, "Not bad!"
In fact, it is not only the magical skill of the wedding dress. At this moment, the martial arts displayed by Zhu Da have already penetrated the east and the west, reaching an incredible realm, as if he knows everything and is all-encompassing.
"defeat!"
Venerable Ashura uttered this word very briefly and softly.
He was also a little surprised that Li Muchan could still survive his and Zhu Da's killing moves and still have the strength to fight back. He was truly an amazing talent.
If Zhu Da had not used the magic sword in his hand to break the extraordinary formless magic skill, Li Muchan might have had a chance of winning.
Unfortunately, a century of hard work is not something that can be taken lightly.
Venerable Ashura is already unprecedented in history, and Zhu Da is even more profound in his understanding of the principles of heaven, unparalleled in history.
When these two people are combined, who in the whole world can compete with them?
Li Muchan fell down.
At this moment, a ray of dim light from the sky shone through the black waves and fell from the collapsed hole.
It was already daybreak, and a ray of morning sun was shining through.
As he fell, Venerable Ashura suddenly turned around and took out three golden needles from between his fingers, and inserted them fiercely into his head. Then a tragic aura emanated from his body. He dodged and rushed out of the cave with Zhu Da following the light from the sky above their heads, ready to fight to the death.
The water was flowing, and Li Muchan fell into the water slowly like a rock sinking to the bottom.
In the end, I still lost.
His eyes were open, blood was gushing from his mouth and nose, and his hands and feet seemed to be gradually becoming stiff and numb.
However, looking at the ray of light falling from high above, he still struggled, trying to reach out and grab it.
The weather is getting colder. Counting the days, I guess winter is coming soon.
It's about to snow.
Li Muchan lay quietly in the water. The sword on his chest and abdomen seemed to be blocking his breath and cutting off his life force bit by bit.
Zhu Da's swordsmanship was truly earth-shattering and awe-inspiring. He could even calculate the changes in the five internal organs and break them with one sword.
And the punch from Ashura Venerable made his consciousness become blurred, confused and with a splitting headache.
At this moment, experiencing failure again, what Li Muchan thought in his heart was not regret, fear or terror, but some insignificant things.
That was before his rise to prominence, when he first came here, traveling through the mountains and rivers, and wandering around the world; there was also the time when he visited some famous masters, sought to meet with the big names in the world, and was sneered and ridiculed by those people.
Looking back , it seems that everywhere I go is filled with cold wind and frost, and it is freezing cold.
Li Muchan already felt a little cold.
He squinted his eyes and gently held the faint light in front of him.
The light is fading away, and people are sinking, as if they are about to lose their grip.
“This world!”
Li Muchan's lips moved, and he sighed inwardly.
He is about to die. When people in the future talk about the affairs of the martial arts world, will they remember him, Li Muchan, and the Tianxia Alliance?
But Li Muchan's heart suddenly trembled.
Because there was someone who never ridiculed him, let alone looked down on him.
Shangguan Xiaoxian.
Thinking of this woman who was always entangled with him, struggled several times in grudges and love, and finally got together with him, Li Muchan couldn't help feeling touched and emotional.
Even if this person was pretending to be crazy and stupid back then , it is one of the few things in his past worth remembering.
Rather than fame, wealth, or power...
To him, these things obtained through countless conspiracies, betrayals and backstabbings were not as worth cherishing as a steamed bun in a beggar's bowl on the street.
And there is Pharmacist Li.
This was someone he could confide in, a confidant, someone he could trust with his life...
Thinking of this, Li Muchan began to feel sad and also had an unprecedented sense of frustration.
He is so lonely.
This kind of loneliness is not just about the path of martial arts, but in this vast world, in the end, there are only two people who can be thought of.
But after the loneliness, Li Muchan suddenly breathed a sigh of relief and spat out a mouthful of blood.
He never denies his choices, nor does he regret or hesitate.
On the contrary, he was glad.
It is enough to meet two such people in this ever-changing world.
After vomiting a mouthful of blood, Li Muchan seemed to have lost his remaining breath and slowly closed his eyes.
"Xiaoxian..."
Years of striving, ambition, swords, and the desire to swallow up the world , all of this now seems to have vanished with the rolling waves...
