Volume 7: Looking back at the rivers and lakes, the road ahead is long Chapter 362: Fourteen Deadly Swords
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At the top of the mountain, the two faced each other.
Xue Qingbi held a sharp weapon in his hand, and although the tip of the sword was pointing directly at Li Muchan's heart, it was just a little bit off, just a little bit off.
However, the distance of a millimeter is like a chasm between us.
Immediately, Xue Qingbi lowered his eyes and looked at his chest, but saw a strange weapon that looked like a knife but not a knife, and like a sword but not a sword, slowly piercing into his body.
Li Muchan held the knife in one hand, his eyes remained calm. Then he raised his arm and swung the knife, lifting Xue Qingbi into the air.
"Hmm...Wow..."
Xue Qingbi's face turned pale, his cheeks bulged, and he immediately vomited a mouthful of blood.
He lost, and lost miserably.
Even without this knife, Xue Qingbi knew that he had little chance of winning.
Not to mention defeating or killing this person, even injuring him would probably be as difficult as ascending to heaven.
Li Muchan held one hand down by his side and raised his sword with the other. His black robe fluttered like clouds and his black hair fluttered in the wind. His whole body was filled with sword intent, momentum and sharpness, which had gradually emerged in these series of fights.
He shook his arm, and Xue Qingbi fell to the side, falling next to Guo Ding.
A strong wind suddenly arose and the snow gradually weakened.
Li Muchan's figure became clearer, taller, and more majestic, just like a towering mountain reaching up to the blue sky, so high that it was unattainable, so high that it made people despair and frightened.
Then , he pressed his knife and looked at the remaining three people, just standing quietly in the snow, waiting for them to attack.
Xie Longteng grinned.
A hint of coldness appeared on Xie Xiaofeng's expressionless face.
Yan Shisan's eyes gradually became sharp .
The sky and earth were vast, and heavy snow was falling, but Li Muchan's clothes were surprisingly clean, so clean that it seemed pure, as if they were independent of the world. Although they were right in front of her, they gave people a dreamlike feeling, as if she would fly up into the sky and away from the mundane world in the next moment.
"Then... we'll settle our grudges in one day!"
Xie Longteng was the first to step out of the crowd. He didn't want to lose to Li Muchan, and he didn't want Xie Xiaofeng to be defeated by others.
But at least the two of them had fought side by side before, and had advanced and retreated together before, so Xie Longteng still reminded him, "Be careful."
As soon as he finished speaking, the man suddenly moved his feet and his body changed, as if he was split into two, and the power of his sword was sharp and fierce.
In a trance, the wind and snow gathered and dispersed, as if turning into Xie Longteng's shadow , leaping over and attacking from the left and right with the original body.
It was Yan Shisan's deadly sword technique.
But upon closer inspection, it seems to be true and not true.
This sword technique was like an evil spirit in the sword when it fell into Xie Longteng's hands. Even the moves became extremely evil and strange, as if it had turned into another sword technique.
"The second move of the deadly sword technique!"
Li Muchan's eyes moved, and in the blink of an eye, a gust of wind and snow came towards him from the left side, like a peerless swordsman holding a sword and killing him.
However, when the wind and snow came, they suddenly dispersed and disappeared, like a fish in water.
But the murderous intent never dissipated, and it always lingered like a thorn in the flesh.
Li Muchan remained unmoved. From the corner of his eye, he saw the wind and snow gathering and dispersing around him, and it turned into a blurry figure. The frost condensed into a sword, which flew out and pierced his forehead.
The air was filled with sword intent, and Xie Longteng no longer knew where he was. Only the murderous intent lingered, flowing in the wind and snow.
Li Muchan's eyes were calm as he watched the figure transformed from frost and snow approach and then disintegrate in front of him.
This deadly sword technique was originally developed by Yan Shisan after he had read all the sword manuals and sword classics in the world, integrated the essence of hundreds of schools, and used his own extraordinary comprehension and experienced all kinds of battles to hone his skills.
This sword technique has almost exhausted all the variations of swordsmanship and reached the extreme, with a total of thirteen styles.
Although the deadly sword technique is known for its changes, it is not as strange and unpredictable as the one performed by Xie Longteng.
As the wind and snow gathered, one could see vague and invisible figures squeeze out one after another, using frost and snow as swords, swooping left and right, with sword energy running rampant, surrounding Li Muchan. Their attacks were ever-changing, making it difficult to distinguish between the real and the fake, and truly unpredictable and difficult to defend against.
Seeing this scene, Li Muchan narrowed his eyes slightly, then brightened up, then he raised his foot and took a step forward.
He finally moved.
He moved with just one step. As soon as he raised his foot and put it down, he had already jumped seven or eight feet away from the ground. With a flash of the knife in his hand, the snow curtain in front of him was torn open and a person fell out from it.
Xie Longteng was shocked and raised his sword to block.
As the swords clashed, the man's face instantly changed from tense to ferocious. He sank his right foot and knelt on one knee. The overlapping swords were suppressed by the sword shadow, sinking inch by inch, and his muscles and bones were crackling, as if the sword weighed ten thousand pounds.
"ah!"
But no matter how Xie Longteng roared, how aggrieved he felt, or how unwilling he was, he was still unable to force the knife back.
Li Muchan held the knife in one hand, looked down at the opponent, and kicked out.
"Is this all you can do? I'm really disappointed."
"you……"
Xie Longteng wanted to speak, but suddenly he felt a pain in his chest and his throat moved. He immediately took advantage of the momentum to flip in the air and retreated into the wind and snow.
While Li Muchan kicked him away, he turned around and slashed him with a knife without hesitation.
"bass!"
I heard the sound of swords and knives, and a figure appeared in front of me.
Xie Xiaofeng.
Their eyes met, and Xie Xiaofeng seized the opportunity and used his other hand to perform his famous martial arts, the Stealing the Sky, Changing the Day, and Seizing the Sword Style.
He actually wanted to snatch the knife from Li Muchan's hand.
Li Muchan was neither hurried nor slow. He flicked the blade with his left finger and saw Xie Xiaofeng's body tremble. Even the long sword in his hand was shaking uncontrollably, almost out of his control.
But at this moment, a shrill and hoarse howl sounded from behind Li Muchan, "Get out of here!"
That was Xie Longteng's voice.
And this sentence was not said to Li Muchan, but to Xie Xiaofeng.
Immediately afterwards, an inexplicably evil aura quietly spread out, so brutal and cruel that anyone who was in it could not help but feel the urge to kill.
This aura was so fierce and evil that even Li Muchan opened his eyes wide.
Without even looking at Xie Xiaofeng, he dodged him with a knife and turned around to look in the direction of the sound.
There was no one in sight, only flashing sword lights in the sky.
"Fifth Style!"
"Seventh Style!"
"Eighth Style!"
"Tenth Style!"
"Thirteenth Style!"
Xie Longteng seemed to be stimulated by Li Muchan's previous words. Now he only attacked and did not defend. He gave his all and repeatedly used several killing moves in his deadly sword technique. The sword shadows spread out layer by layer, covering the sky and the sun, almost covering most of the peak. The sword energy crisscrossed back and forth, and the frenzy was suffocating.
Li Muchan said nothing. As his wrist turned, the long sword in his hand moved left and right, forward and backward like an antelope hanging on a horn. He blocked the violent attacks one by one wherever the sword pointed.
He blocked with one hand and swung his palm in the air with the other. The palm force was released through the air, pushing away the frost and rolling the snow. He collided with Xie Xiaofeng and the fight was hard to determine.
But Xie Longteng suddenly laughed, and held the two swords horizontally in his hands, distracting his attention and using them in two different ways. The sword styles became reversed and disordered, and turned into one positive and one negative. The sword shadows in the sky converged and all condensed on the two swords.
"Disappointed, huh? I'll give you the surprise you want..."
Li Muchan saw two hazy sword shadows suddenly appear in front of him, flashing brightly and blinding everything. Even he had to look away temporarily to avoid this extraordinary sharpness.
"kill!"
The sound of killing was deafening.
In a trance, under the flashing sword light, the white snow in the sky quickly dimmed, like pieces of flying ashes. The world turned into dead silence, filled with a heart-pounding murderous aura.
"Take this fourteenth move from me!"
