Seeing so many gunmen around Pan Fengnian, Lang Yuwen frowned.

He is also a person who has been in the shopping mall for a long time, has dealings with many wealthy families, and is used to seeing the world.

When it comes to guns, he has also played with them, and he has also had bodyguards with guns around him, but he has never seen a rich man keep so many guards with guns at home.

As big as the Chen family in Shenzhou, the head of the family, Chen Dingbang, is usually only three or two bodyguards with guns, and the others are kung fu masters.

Pan Fengnian's style is more like the gang boss of a hundred years ago, rather than the head of a wealthy family in modern society.

It can be seen that although he is the boss in Dragon City and calls himself the heaven of Dragon City, he does not have much sense of security. In the Pan family's business, there must be a lot of evil things hidden.

Li Muchen turned a blind eye to this team of armed men, but it was the thin man in linen with a peachwood sword in the middle who caught his attention.

This person has mana fluctuations in his body, and the peachwood sword is not an ordinary peachwood sword, and the sword body has a faint thunder and lightning aura.

Its material should be lightning strike peachwood, which has been tempered by spells. And inside this thunder electric, there is also blood and murderous energy. It seems that he has killed a lot of people.

Pan Fengnian seems to be very confident in his armed forces, and he doesn't know if this confidence comes from the bodyguard with the gun or the guy with the peachwood sword.

Li Muchen asked Ma Shan with a smile: "Brother Ma Shan, how do you feel about coming in all the way?"

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Ma Shan said disdainfully: "It's just a group of wine bags and rice bags, it's not enjoyable at all!"

Li Muchen said: "Brother Ma Shan, be careful, the time has come to test your kung fu." ”

"Do you mean these stupid people with guns?" Ma Shan pointed with his hand and laughed, "The guns have been taken out, which means that there is no other ability, so what is there to be afraid of......!"

Before his laughter fell, the person had already rushed out, as fast as lightning, and crashed into Pan Fengnian's bodyguard group.

Although the bodyguards with guns were also well-trained, they didn't expect Ma Shan's movements to be so fast. When fighting in close combat, the gun may not be as good as a dagger, especially when there are so many people in your own right, it is easy to accidentally injure yourself if you shoot rashly, and even injure Pan Fengnian.

Ma Shan rushed into the crowd, slammed left and right, punched and kicked, shot extremely hard, and the sound was bone cracking. Soon approached Pan Fengnian.

Pan Fengnian was so frightened that he shouted: "Jianzhong, what are you still doing in a daze, kill him!"

The Jianzhong in his mouth is the middle-aged Mai who holds the peachwood sword, this person's name is Pan Jianzhong, Pan Fengnian's brother, in the early years, he worshiped under the Yuanding Gate of Wanning Palace in Maoshan Mountain, and Liu Mengyu is the same generation. It's just that he doesn't live in the mountains, he still stays in Panfu, and he is a fire dweller.

Pan Jianzhong's spells are strong, and they are even higher than Liu Mengyu. It's just that he lives in a simple place, and the outside world doesn't know who he is, but he is Pan Fengnian's biggest reliance.

It's not that Pan Jianzhong doesn't want to move, but he knows that the most dangerous person opposite is not Ma Shan at all, but the young man standing next to Lang Yuwen.

Pan Jianzhong didn't feel any mana fluctuations from him, but the momentum that was as quiet as the abyssal sea made him feel a strong sense of oppression.

But at this time, Ma Shan was about to rush in front of Pan Fengnian, and Pan Jianzhong had to move.

He shook the peachwood sword in his hand, and suddenly his face changed, and his brows furrowed tightly.

Originally, this shock, the sword spirit was activated, and the pure yang thunder contained in the lightning strike peach wood could be stimulated.

However, at this time, the sword body did not fluctuate, and he could not sense the sword spirit, let alone emit the sword qi.

Pan Jianzhong was taken aback and looked at Li Muchen suspiciously.

He was sure that the young man must be playing tricks.

"Who are you?" Pan Jianzhong asked as he looked at Li Muchen.

"Li Muchen. ”

"Shhh...... You are Li Muchen!"

Of course, Pan Jianzhong also heard about the Qiantang Martial Arts Conference.

Although there are always exaggerated elements in all rumors, what borrows the qi of heaven and earth to become a sword, kills Pu Zhiliang, the main board of the Dongying Tianninin Sect with one sword, and kills Yuan Shoushan with one finger, these are mostly false rumors, perhaps those Nanjiang people have created rumors for themselves.

But Li Muchen became the first grandmaster of Nanjiang, which is a recognized fact. This shows that he is at least better than Liu Jinsheng and He Changchun.

Pan Jianzhong practiced swordsmanship, and he was also quite proficient in martial arts, knowing the power of the grandmaster.

His face became serious, his right hand held the sword, his teeth bit the tip of his tongue, a mouthful of blood sprayed on the peachwood sword, and the sword finger of his left hand gently stroked the sword.

I saw that many crimson charms suddenly lit up on the sword's body, flashing and extinguishing, which was weird.

Then, Pan Jianzhong recited a spell and struggled to slash out a sword.

The sword surged up, and a red sword qi shot out, heading straight for Li Muchen.

Li Muchen nodded slightly, this bloody swordsmanship is indeed a bit of a doorway.

People may think that it is an evil art when they see blood, but they do not know that it is an orthodox Taoist technique. It is to use the pure yang of human blood to activate the murderous aura in the sword, to break the evil can ward off evil spirits, and to use the yang to bring evil to ward off the yin.

This sword, if it is an ordinary martial artist, even a grandmaster, it is extremely difficult to block this bloody aura. can only avoid its edge, and then wait for the opportunity to counterattack.

But Li Muchen is not a martial artist, how can this Maoshan technique be difficult to stop him

I saw that as soon as he raised his hand, the sword aura disappeared, but the peachwood sword in Pan Jianzhong's hand suddenly took off his hand, was caught by an invisible powerful force, flew out with a swish, and fell into Li Muchen's hands.

Pan Jianzhong was shocked, and hurriedly cast a spell, his hand changed continuously, and he had words in his mouth, trying to recapture the sword.

This sword has been cultivated by him for decades, and the sword spirit is connected with his soul and has a spiritual rhino.

As soon as he recited the incantation, the peachwood sword vibrated in Li Muchen's hand, buzzing and trembling, trying to break free.

Li Muchen flipped the sword body with one hand, horizontally in front of him, and pointed with the other hand, shouting: "Break!"

The sword stopped trembling and calmed down.

And Pan Jianzhong, who was chanting a mantra, spurted out a mouthful of blood, clutching his chest, with a painful look on his face.

At this time, Ma Shan had also knocked most of the bodyguards with guns to the ground.

There were only a few left, the kung fu was relatively high, and they were far away, and at this time their number was reduced, and it was time to shoot.

Several guns were aimed at Ma Shan at the same time and pulled the trigger.

Shots rang out, bullets coming out of the chamber.

However, Ma Shan took a step, and he had already changed his direction, and his figure was like a ghost, and he was not in the position just now.

The bullet didn't hit him, it flew away, and ran towards the more than 100 black-clothed people behind Li Muchen and Lang Yuwen, and if they were shot, someone would inevitably be killed or injured.

Several black-clad men on the target of the bullet's trajectory widened their eyes and looked ahead in disbelief, because their naked eyes actually saw the bullet in flight.

These bullets, although still advancing, became extremely slow, like a few black flying insects.

At this time, the ghostly figure of Ma Shan flashed, and the gunmen were knocked down by him before they had a chance to fire a second shot.

He slammed and grabbed the frightened Pan Fengnian's collar and scolded: "Grandma, weren't you crazy just now? Half of the sky in Dragon City is you, Pan Fengnian! I want to see if half of the sky in Dragon City will collapse if I slap you to death?"