Li Muchan was arranged by Deng Jiuru in the small courtyard next to him, separated by a wall.

Every morning, Deng Jiuru came over to learn swordsmanship with Li Muchan, Li Muchan did not refuse, the swordsmanship of the Qinghe Sword School does have merit, no wonder, it turned out to be created by taking the essence of the Mingjing Sect and the Dajiang Sect.

Li Muchan admired the founding patriarch of the Qinghe Sword Sect very much, the martial arts of the Mingjing Sect were extremely exquisite, almost reaching the peak, increasing one point would make them fat, and subtracting one point would make them thin, and there was almost no room for improvement.

Moreover, the eighteen veins of the martial arts of the Mingjing Sect are each systematic, which is repulsive to other martial arts, and the internal situation of this sect cannot be practiced together, and there are other sects.

It was no fluke that Dajiang Sect was so brilliant at the beginning, and the martial arts were also extremely powerful, and it was rare to be able to combine the two martial arts.

On the evening of the third day, the setting sun dyed the Qinghe Sword Sect red, and Li Muchan was breathing alone in the small courtyard, thinking about the Beidou Divine Sword.

The Void Eye looked at the entire Qinghe Sword Sect at once, and he spent three nights rummaging through the secrets of the Qinghe Sword Sect, unaware.

This can be regarded as a little reward for helping, he is at ease, under the eyes of the void, there are no secrets in the Hidden Scripture Pavilion of the Qinghe Sword Sect, and the Qinghe Sword Sect also has top masters, those elders are not vegetarians, and it was not so easy to get it before.

Now he is cultivating star power, and he is the best at concealment, sneaking into the Hidden Scripture Pavilion, the elders of the Qinghe Sword Sect failed to find out, he rummaged through the secret tips, and gained a lot of money.

Among them, there is an introduction to the martial arts mind of the Great Jiang Sect, the language is unknown, Li Muchan estimates that the true mind may not be left, or it is preserved by Deng Jiuru.

Suddenly, a clear voice came: "Deng Jiuru, don't hurry up and greet the sect master!"

The voice is not slow, it spreads out like a wave, and it spreads slowly throughout the entire Qinghe Sword Sect, and people are surprised, but their hearts are awe-inspiring, this person is so deep in cultivation.

Li Muchan didn't feel anything when he heard it, and the rest of the people had eardrums that hurt, their blood and qi were surging, and they felt uncomfortable.

Deng Jiuru said in a deep voice: "But the Sect Master of the Great River Sect?"

"Not bad. A clear voice came: "Deng Jiu is as big as you!"

Li Muchan appeared beside Deng Jiuru in a flash. Deng Jiuru saw him. He breathed a sigh of relief and said in a deep voice: "The Great River Sect has been destroyed, how can the sect master come back?"

"Good, good!" came from a clear voice, and there was no joy or anger to be heard.

Deng Jiuru turned his head to look at Li Muchan: "Brother Li, let's go down?"

Li Muchan smiled and nodded: "It's good to see the demeanor of the sect master of the Great River Sect!"

He could see that Deng Jiuru's heart was empty, but since the person who came took his own life, it stands to reason that it shouldn't be like this. Deng Jiuru is by no means a cowardly person.

From this point of view, this Dajiang Sect does have a good deal, which makes Deng Jiuru very jealous.

Deng Jiuru strode out of the main hall, and when he reached the mountainside, more than 20 old men in green robes appeared silently, surrounding the two of them.

Li Muchan glanced at the twenty-five old men in green robes. From them, you can see the heritage of the Qinghe Sword Sect, all of them have a deep cultivation, and their eyes are like cold electricity.

Deng Jiuru's face became more and more gloomy, his expression was solemn, and his steps became much heavier, and after a while, he arrived at the foot of the mountain.

A small sedan chair was parked in the open space, and four middle-aged sedan chair drivers. Two delicate girls. There is also a young man in the wind of Yushu, who stands in front of the sedan chair with his hands in his hands. The royal blue kaftan is fluttering.

Seeing Deng Jiuru and them appear, the man in the blue shirt raised his chin and squinted, and sneered: "Deng Jiuru, what a boldness!"

Deng Jiuru came to a stop at ten zhang, clenched his fists and said in a deep voice: "I don't know if Your Excellency is ......?"

"The left summons envoy Jing Zhongtang under the throne of the Great River!" The blue-shirted young man said loudly: "Sect Master Fang is here in person, you are so lazy!"

Deng Jiuru looked at the Qingni sedan chair and said lightly: "The Great River Sect is gone, how can the sect master come?"

"Hmph, the Great River Sect is just stinging, and the current Sect Master is heroic and has decided to revive the lintel of the Great River Sect!" Jing Zhongtang snorted in a deep voice.

Deng Jiuru hugged his fists: "Congratulations...... But the revitalization of the Great River Sect, what does it have to do with Deng!"

Jing Zhongtang frowned: "Deng Jiuru, are you stubborn to the end?"

A faint hoarse voice came from the Qingni sedan chair: "Why bother talking nonsense, let's do it!"

"Yes, Sect Master!" Jing Zhongtang solemnly clenched his fists, his eyes lit up and glared at Deng Jiuru, and said in a deep voice: "Deng Jiuru, suffer death!"

Li Muchan listened to the voice in the sedan chair, it was a young woman, a little hoarse, revealing indifference and a touch of sexiness.

Li Muchan's heart fluttered when he heard this voice, secretly thinking that she must be a beautiful woman, becoming more and more curious, and couldn't wait to see her true face.

Deng Jiuru and Jing Zhongtang fought into a ball of silver light, Deng Jiu was like a sword light like water, there was no gap to drill, Jing Zhongtang's sword light was like a surging river pouring down, and the two were inseparable.

Li Muchan nodded, Deng Jiuru did not retreat due to injury, his swordsmanship went to a higher level, and his comprehension of Qinghe's swordsmanship was deeper.

It seems that he benefited a lot from the last injury.

Li Muchan looked at it with a smile in his hands, and the twenty-five old men in green shirts were also motionless, staring at the two people in the field for a moment.

This is a good opportunity to understand the martial arts of the Great River Sect, they have heard the name of the Great River Sect for a long time, they have never seen it with their own eyes, and they have no bottom in their hearts, but now they have the opportunity to see its details, and they will not let it go.

In the blink of an eye, after the tea time, Deng Jiuru fell to the downwind and was pressed by Jing Zhongtang, but his sword momentum was continuous, and he was very flexible, and he couldn't be defeated for a while.

An impatient voice came from Qingni's sedan chair: "Zhongtang, stop playing!"

"Hehe, yes, Sect Master!" Jing Zhongtang smiled.

The sword light was sharp and bright, like a flood breaking through the embankment and pouring down, flooding mountains and seas, and rolling Deng Jiuru into it, Deng Jiuru was like a small boat on the sea withstanding a violent storm and rain, crumbling and being swallowed by the sea at any time.

"Master!" an old man in a green shirt shouted in a deep voice.

Deng Jiuru shouted: "Elder Ding, come on!"

"Old Feng Lao Xin, follow me!" The old man in green shirt drew his sword and rushed up, followed by two old men in green shirts, and the three of them surrounded Deng Jiuru.

Deng Jiuru was located in the middle of the triangle, and the four swords blocked the flood-like sword light, and he was deadlocked, Jing Zhongtang couldn't help the four people, and the four people couldn't help Jing Zhongtang.

"Wang Da, you four go up!" came a faint command from Qingni's small sedan chair.

"Yes, Sect Master!" the four middle-aged sedan chairmen responded and rushed to the field, Deng Jiuru shouted: "Everyone together!"

Twenty-two old men in green shirts surrounded the four middle-aged sedan chair men, and among the sedan chair men were Deng Jiuru Jing Zhongtang five people.

A hoarse order came from Qingni's sedan chair: "Xiaoya, Xiaoxiu, you two are also on!"

"Miss......" The two beautiful girls hesitated.

"Go!"

“...... Yes!"

The two girls pounced, and the two of them flew in shock, and they floated to the front. Draw your sword and stab. The two swords are combined, the sword light is strong and soft, and the power is amazing.

The two old men in green robes were careless, and they were injured in the right shoulder before they had time to react, and they could only retreat to the side before they could use their swords, and the rest of the people did not dare to underestimate them, so they dealt with it carefully.

The four middle-aged sedan chairmen are fierce and domineering. Full of momentum of never returning, the old men in green robes did not dare to fight hard, and they were restrained everywhere.

Look at these two girls again, their bodies are light and graceful, they wield their swords softly, and their postures are graceful and elegant. It is pleasing to the eye and makes people unconsciously indulge in it.

The old men in the green robe were even more wary of the middle-aged sedan chair man, and they didn't pay enough attention to the two girls, but they hurt the two of them again, and they realized that the two weak and delicate girls were more threatening.

Li Muchan stood aside with his hands in his hands and watched, looking at the situation, it seemed that the Qinghe Sword Sect was full of people, and all of them were masters. The crowd tactics worked. Didn't fall into the wind.

Li Muchan shook his head, the biggest threat had not yet been made. Deng Jiuru and they are already very hard, and the more they go on, the more difficult they will become, and there will be no defeat.

"It's useless!" The hoarse voice was lazy, the sedan curtain suddenly moved, and a graceful woman in white stood in front of the sedan chair.

Li Muchan's eyes lit up and he smiled, the appearance and temperament of this woman in white can be described as peerless, as expected.

The phoenix eyes and sword eyebrows, the nose and lips are red, like full cherries, the phoenix eyes are sparkling between the eyes, but they are awe-inspiring, and people can't help but feel ashamed of themselves, as if no man in the world is worthy of her, she should not be contaminated by the love of men and women, and should be like a goddess who does not eat fireworks in the world.

Li Muchan admired, such a woman is really rare to see, just the appearance, the key is this indifferent, arrogant and sexy temperament, which is unique.

She stood in front of the sedan chair and glanced at the field, her eyes finally fell on Li Muchan, she frowned lightly, and said lightly: "Who are you?"

Li Muchan smiled and clenched his fists: "Sect Master Fangming, in the Lower Ming Mirror Sect Li Wuji!"

"Li Wuji......" The woman narrowed her phoenix eyes slightly, and said lightly: "I've heard of it...... The helper Deng Jiuru invited?"

Li Muchan nodded: "Exactly." ”

The woman glanced at him and said lightly, "You want to hinder me?"

Li Muchan smiled: "The sect master must kill the head of the Deng family?...... Everyone has something to say, why fight and kill?"

The woman sneered and shook her head: "Are you really stupid or pretending to be stupid?!"

Li Muchan said with a smile: "It's too boring to fight and kill, it's better to talk about it!"

"He's looking for his own death!" the woman glared coldly at the embarrassed Deng Jiuru.

Li Muchan said with a smile: "The Great River Sect has to pay some price if you ask for a secret, you can take it if you want, where is the majesty of the Qinghe Sword Sect?"

The woman snorted coldly: "I'm here to kill people today, if you want to do it, you won't talk nonsense!"

Li Muchan shook his head and sighed: "Alas...... , kill people at every turn, no wonder the Great River Sect perishes so quickly!"

"You-!" The woman's face was covered with frost, her eyes were burning, and her voice slowly squeezed out from between her teeth: "Li Wuji, you are looking for death-!"

Li Muchan smiled: "I can't say anything?...... The Great River Sect is so majestic!"

The woman turned her head: "Water is impermanent, mountains and rivers flow!"

As she spit out these two sentences, the sword momentum of the two beautiful girls changed, and the two old men in green shirts were immediately injured.

The woman hummed again: "The spring breeze flows eastward, and the flowers fall!"

The sword momentum of the two beautiful girls changed again, and the two old men in green shirts were injured.

Deng Jiuru saw that it was not good, and slapped Jing Zhongtang on his left shoulder, and shouted in a deep voice: "Qinghe Sword Formation!"

The old men in the green robe walked quickly, fluttering like butterflies, and the people of the Dajiang Sect were dazzled, and when they reacted, the people of the Qinghe Sword Sect returned to their positions.

"Up-!"

Deng Jiuru raised his voice and shouted, Yingying sword light enveloped the people of the Great River Sect, like a clear spring flooding them, the sword light was everywhere, and it was impossible to prevent it.

Li Muchan's Void Eye looked down and watched the sword formation operate, this was the Qinghe Sword Sect's Zhen Sect Sword Formation, which exquisitely condensed the power of more than twenty people in one place, and the power was amazing.

Everyone in the Great River Sect is a top master, but when everyone is facing the combined force of more than two dozen masters, they are powerless.

Two muffled snorts sounded, and the two middle-aged sedan chairmen were hit by swords in their lower abdomen, Li Muchan raised his eyebrows, they were injured and repaired, and they were afraid that they would be wasted, these two swords were very much in his style.

"Hmph, waste!" the woman snorted coldly, and appeared next to the two middle-aged sedan chairmen in one step, grabbed a person's belt in one hand, and stepped out of the sword formation in one step.

The two middle-aged sedan chairmen had blood on the corners of their mouths, and smiled bitterly at her in shame.

She said coldly: "You think highly of yourself, but it's actually a straw bale!"

"Miss, we're incompetent. A burly palanquin man smiled bitterly: "It's a shame for Miss!"

"Get out of here and stay there!" she threw the two of them out of the ten zhang with a flick of her hand, turned her head to see that she had injured another sedan chair man, her face was so gloomy that she was about to freeze, and she stepped in front of the sedan chair man, and the sedan chair man flew down to the previous two sedan chair men, and the three of them looked at each other and smiled bitterly.

Li Muchan observed her body, unpredictable and traceless, entering and exiting the Qinghe Sword Formation like no one's land, without any obstacles, it was really exquisite.

The woman's jade palm fluttered lightly like a joke, but every palm must hit, and in the blink of an eye, ten old men in green robes flew out spitting blood.

"Brother Li!" Deng Jiuru shouted with bloodshot eyes.

"It's coming!" Li Muchan stepped in front of the woman, and also made a palm print lightly.

"Bang!" the two palms intersected, and everyone's ears rumbled, and the blood was like a loose galloping horse, and the heartbeat was so violent that it was about to jump out of the cavity.

Li Muchan and the woman each took a step back.

"Okay!" Li Muchan sighed, and slapped out another palm, the woman was not to be outdone, the jade palm was pushed out, and the two palms intersected again.

"Smack!" like a stone falling on a stone, the two of them each took a step back.

Li Muchan's right palm was covered with a layer of hoarfrost and became stiff, he looked down and looked up at the woman, who stared at his right arm with a sneer.

Li Muchan smiled: "What a powerful cold ice!"

No wonder her temperament is so indifferent, and her yin and cold heart will change people's temperament, subtly change her temperament and even her style.

The white frost turned into a curling white gas in a blink of an eye, the palm returned to normal blood, the woman remained silent, but she was disappointed in her heart, the ice spirit magic could not restrain this Li Wuji!

She stepped in front of Li Muchan in one step, and slapped out another palm, Li Muchan caught up, "bang" The two of them each took a step back, and they were equally divided.

Li Muchan smiled and shook his head: "I'm qualified to hear Fang's name, right?"

"Jiang Ruyue!" the woman said coldly.

Li Muchan suddenly felt familiar, nodded and smiled: "People are like their names...... Sect Master Jiang wants to continue?"

Jiang Ruyue said coldly: "Come again!"

She stepped forward again and pushed her palm, Li Muchan helplessly caught up, "Bang!" The two of them each took a step back, Li Muchan secretly thought, if she hadn't practiced star power, she would have been defeated a long time ago, her yin to cold internal force, and extremely pure, the power is really amazing, if it weren't for the star power condensation and domineering, she would never be able to stop this palm.

"Bang bang...... attacked the eighteen palms in one breath, and when the nineteenth palm came, Li Muchan avoided it in a flash, and shook his head helplessly.

Jiang Ruyue was crazy, but she was injured but didn't care, Li Muchan didn't want to go crazy with her.

There are only a dozen old men in green shirts left in the Qinghe Sword Sect who can do it, and the power of the sword array is limited, and the two beautiful girls chase after Deng Jiuru fiercely, and the old men in green shirts are dragged by Jing Zhongtang.

Deng Jiuru was hit by a sword in the shoulder, the blood flowed like a pillar but the bleeding was flawless, embarrassed, Li Muchan grabbed him in a flash, and the two of them got into the woods.

The blood and qi surged, Li Muchan endured the discomfort, and swept with Deng Jiu like a fly, and the Void Eye saw Jiang Ruyue and they were in hot pursuit.

Jing Zhongtang frowned and stopped, ignoring the old men in green shirts, and hurriedly said, "Sect Master, I'll chase it!"

"I'll go!" Jiang Ruyue said coldly.

"Miss, you're hurt!" said a handsome girl.

Jiang Ruyue glared at them and snorted, "Don't make a fuss...... I'm going to slaughter both of them with my own hands!"

She stepped out in one step and had already entered the woods, before everyone could react, Jiang Ruyue had already left, Jing Zhongtang frowned, and flew into the woods.

The two beautiful girls shook their heads, turned their heads to look at the people in one place, and then at the ten old men in green shirts, who had no intention of doing anything, and returned their swords to the sheath to save the wounded. (To be continued.) )