Volume 7: Looking back at the rivers and lakes, the road ahead is long Chapter 366: Three Fighting
This person actually understood.
It is indeed amazing.
I think it was because of the ups and downs, the great sorrows and joys that this person's state of mind changed, and he was able to break through his delusions. This time he really reached heaven in one step.
"Okay, okay!"
Li Muchan nodded, approving and at the same time amazed.
This man is barely over twenty years old, yet he has reached the pinnacle of achievement in a single thought, truly worthy of the title of genius.
Even someone as stunning as Li Xunhuan back then couldn't reach this level at his age.
"Raise your sword!"
The wind gathered, the clouds surged, and the snow raged like waves, but Xie Xiaofeng seemed not to be affected at all, turning movement into stillness. Although he was in the midst of raging waves, he had a sense of being ethereal and lofty, as if he was not there.
Harmony between man and nature.
And now, he asked Li Muchan to draw his sword.
Li Muchan turned around and looked at Yan Shisan.
In this decisive battle, the summit has become the most dangerous place in the world. Will Yan Shisan retreat temporarily? Or will he draw his sword?
Yan Shisan looked calm as he made his choice and then took a firm and steady step forward.
With every step he took, his aura grew stronger, the deathly aura in his eyes grew thicker, and the sword in his hand continued to hum and vibrate.
"Come on." Yan Shisan said.
He has drawn his sword.
Reach out.
Hold the sword.
Draw the sword.
The sword was unsheathed, slowly bringing out a long, clear and pleasant sound.
I don't know if it was an illusion, but the sound of the sword seemed to be mixed with a hint of joy, excitement, murderous intent and fighting spirit.
He smiled.
A smile appeared on his face, a smile that even Li Muchan had never seen before.
Then, stop.
But as the sound of the sword faded away, the man instantly seemed to merge with the vanishing world, and an oppressive murderous aura began to emanate from his whole body.
It seemed as if this black figure was the only thing left in the vast world.
The black is pure, even purer than Li Muchan’s.
If there is anything in the world that can describe death, it must be the man in front of me and the sword in his hand.
Although Yan Shisan had stopped, his figure was becoming blurred, and the wind and snow were like a curtain, gradually submerging him.
"Raise your sword."
Yan Shisan's voice suddenly rang out, as if melting into the wind, dispersing into the snow, or coming from the end of heaven and earth.
Fifteen deadly swords.
No, this is the fifteenth sword, which is even more perfect than the one Xie Longteng just performed .
Li Muchan didn't say anything, but a hint of fatigue appeared in his eyes.
He must win this battle, because there are countless people down the mountain and in the entire martial arts world who are watching him and counting on him.
If he loses, it will be a disaster for many people.
Therefore, there is no way he could fall.
At the moment before the end of his life, as long as he still has a breath, he will always be the undefeated Li Muchan.
No matter whether there is an enemy or a friend ahead.
The sword has been raised.
Li Muchan had no sword in his hand, but the sword was in front of him.
The edgeless sword that looked like a knife but not a knife, and like a sword but not a sword, now had its tip pointing to the ground and was slowly rising from the ground, as if being pulled by an invisible thread, stopping in mid-air and spinning rapidly.
"Please don't let me down, both of you."
He spoke again.
The next moment, Xie Xiaofeng disappeared, and Yan Shisan also disappeared.
At the top, everything in the world seemed to have disappeared in an instant. There were no mountains or rivers, no grass or trees, no green lake, and even no sound could be heard.
Eyes and ears are useless, there is only dead silence, a silence like death.
Suddenly, a long wind blew by, snow flew by, and a strand of broken hair was lifted from Li Muchan's temple and rolled into the air.
“Not bad!”
Li Muchan sighed deeply. If he won today, he would probably be accompanied by endless loneliness for the rest of his life.
The long sword in front of him was still spinning, and the snow curtain in his eyes was thick, as thick as a surging wave, making it difficult to distinguish the four directions, covering the sky and the sun.
But even though it was difficult to see with the naked eye, Li Muchan could still feel where Yan Shisan and Xie Xiaofeng were.
They never moved from beginning to end.
This sword is extraordinary. It is a battle between three people. Who draws the sword first and who he attacks is crucial.
Li Muchan's eyes flashed, and then he took a step forward.
What was incredible was that even though he had already taken a step, his figure still existed in the same place, and no matter how much snow squeezed in, it was still impossible to fill it.
Suddenly, Xie Xiaofeng also moved.
Li Muchan was right in front of him, how could he not move?
The man's right hand was still in the posture of grasping in the air. There was clearly nothing in his palm, but it seemed as if he was holding a terrifying divine sword. He grasped everything and stabbed it towards Li Muchan who was walking.
Even Li Muchan was rarely moved by this sword, and exclaimed, "Excellent sword."
As the saying goes, there is no sword in the hand, and there is no sword in the heart. Now, everything in the world can be a sword in Xie Xiaofeng's hands, even this Feishuang Hanxue is an unparalleled sword in the world.
Xie Xiaofeng thrust a sword into the air, and the dozens of swords that had followed him to the top of the mountain quietly melted into the wind and snow and disappeared.
The wind and snow passed by.
Where is the sword?
The sword is in front of you.
Li Muchan's eyes were focused, and he saw dozens of broken swords, precious swords, and famous swords suddenly flying out from the vast snow curtain. Each sword was shining with its sharpness, and each sword was extraordinary. When they gathered together, they were like a mighty torrent, pouring towards him with a shocking tremor.
Yan Shisan also moved, and he also drew his sword towards Li Muchan.
Because Xie Xiaofeng had already used all his strength and had no more energy left, if he drew his sword at the opponent, that person would surely die.
But Li Muchan hasn't moved yet. Maybe he has the strength to defend himself, or he has the ability to respond, or maybe this person will win.
The pitch-black sheath and the pitch-black sword are like the ray of twilight that cuts through the setting sun, bringing darkness and eternal silence.
Looking from a distance, the black sword light seemed to condense into a line, running across the top.
A sword came and killed, and the sky and the earth seemed to be divided into two, and the day and night seemed to open and close.
Faced with these two extremely powerful killing moves, there is probably no one in the world who can dodge them, let alone block, resist, or even escape unscathed.
Even Li Muchan felt an indescribable sense of crisis for the first time in a long time.
Compared to Xie Longteng's sword, Yan Shisan seemed more restrained and more terrifying.
Li Muchan, however, did not retreat but instead advanced further.
"Um... come on!"
In an instant, his entire body became like a jade statue carved from ice. Under the translucent flesh and blood, one could almost see the tendons and veins. Even his hair seemed to become crystal clear, and his hair and beard were all stretched out. At the same time, he pointed his right hand into the air, and his entire right arm visibly expanded. His sleeves fluttered in the wind and touched the blade of the edgeless sword.
The long sword was originally suspended in the air and spinning rapidly. With this finger, it immediately turned into a stream of light and met the torrent of swords.
He attacked with his right hand, and his left hand was not idle either. He twisted his fingers and suddenly a strand of white hair appeared between his fingers. It was as tight as a string , with sword intent on it. It wrapped around his fingers and met Yan Shisan's sword.
In the majestic and vast aura, Li Muchan truly showed his best side and invincible posture.
In a flash, the sword flew past and fell to the ground, sinking into the stone.
And that mighty sword had been pierced through by a single blow...
