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 discuss swordsmanship with Li Muchan. Li Muchan did not refuse. The swordsmanship of the Qinghe Sword School indeed had merits. No wonder, it was created by taking the essence of the Mingjing Sect and the Dajiang Sect.

Li Muchan admired the founder of the Qinghe Sword Sect very much. The martial arts of the Mingjing Sect was so exquisite that it had almost reached its peak. Gaining one point would make you fatter, losing one point would make you thinner. There was almost no room for improvement.

Moreover, the eighteen branches of Mingjing Sect’s martial arts form their own systems, which are mutually exclusive with other martial arts. Not only within our own sect, we cannot practice together, let alone other sects.

It is definitely not a fluke that Dajiang Sect was so brilliant in the beginning. The martial arts are also extremely powerful. It is really rare to be able to combine the two martial arts.

On the evening of the third day, the sunset dyed the Qinghe Sword Sect red. Li Muchan was adjusting his breath alone in the small courtyard, thinking about the Beidou Divine Sword.

The Eye of the Void has been watching the entire Qinghe Sword Sect. He spent three nights going through the Qinghe Sword Sect's secret manuals without even realizing it.

This can be regarded as a reward for helping, and he feels at ease. Under the eyes of the void, there are no secrets in the Qinghe Sword Sect's Sutra Pavilion. The Qinghe Sword Sect also has top masters. Those elders are not vegetarians, and it would not be so easy to succeed in the past.

Now he is practicing star power, and he is best at hiding. He sneaked into the Sutra Pavilion, but the elders of the Qinghe Sword Sect didn't notice. He went through the secret manuals and gained a lot.

There is an introduction to Dajiang Sect's martial arts mentality, but the details are unclear. Li Muchan estimates that the real mentality may not have been left behind, or it may have been preserved by Deng Jiuru.

Suddenly a clear voice came: "Deng Jiuru, why don't you welcome the sect master quickly!"

The sound was neither slow nor fast, spread out smoothly like ocean waves, and spread throughout the entire Qinghe Sword Sect. People were astonished, but also felt awe-inspiring, this man has such a profound cultivation level.

Li Muchan felt nothing, while the others had eardrum pain, blood surges, and general discomfort.

Deng Jiuru said in a deep voice: "But the leader of Dajiang Sect?"

"Not bad." A clear voice came: "Deng Jiuru, you have such a big air!"

Li Muchan suddenly appeared next to Deng Jiuru. When Deng Jiuru saw him, he breathed a sigh of relief and said in a deep voice: "The Dajiang Sect has been destroyed, where can there be a sect leader?"

"Okay! Okay!" came the clear voice in a faint tone, with no hint of emotion or anger.

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

Li Muchan smiled and nodded: "It would be nice to see the style of the leader of the Dajiang Sect!"

He could see that Deng Jiuru felt guilty, but since the person who came here wanted to take his own life, it logically shouldn't be the case. Deng Jiuru was by no means a timid person.

From this point of view, this Dajiang Sect was indeed outstanding, which made Deng Jiuru very afraid.

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

Li Muchan glanced at these twenty-five green-robed old men, and he could see the background of the Qinghe Sword Sect from them. They all had profound cultivation and their eyes were like cold lightning.

Deng Jiuru's face became more and more gloomy, his expression became solemn, and his steps became much heavier. After a long while, he reached the foot of the mountain.

A small Qingni sedan was parked in the open space. There were four middle-aged sedan bearers, two delicate girls, and a young man with a beautiful tree facing the wind. He stood in front of the sedan with his hands folded, his sapphire blue gown fluttering.

Seeing Deng Jiuru and the others appear, the man in blue shirt raised his chin and sneered, "Deng Jiuru, you are so brave!"

Deng Jiuru came to a stop ten feet away, clasped his fists and said solemnly: "I wonder if you are...?"

"His Majesty Dajiang summoned the envoy Jing Zhongtang from the left!" The young man in blue said loudly: "The sect leader Fangjia is here in person, but you are so negligent!"

Deng Jiuru looked at the Qingni sedan and said calmly: "The Dajiang Sect is no longer here, how come the sect leader is here?"

"Humph, the Dajiang Sect is just dormant. The current sect leader is so heroic and has decided to revive the Dajiang Sect!" Jing Zhongtang said in a deep voice.

Deng Jiuru clasped his fists: "Congratulations! ... But the revival of Dajiang Sect has nothing to do with Deng!"

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

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

"Yes, Sect Master!" Jing Zhongtang solemnly clasped his fists, stared at Deng Jiuru with his eyes bright, and said in a deep voice: "Deng Jiuru, accept death!"

Li Muchan heard the voice in the nun's sedan chair. She was a young woman, slightly hoarse, with a hint of indifference and a hint of sexiness.

Li Muchan's heart skipped a beat when he heard this voice. He secretly thought that she must be a beautiful woman. He became more and more curious and couldn't wait to see her true appearance.

Deng Jiuru and Jing Zhongtang were fighting into a ball of silver light. Deng Jiuru's sword light was as continuous as water, with no gaps to drill through, while Jing Zhongtang's sword light poured down like a torrential river. The two were inseparable.

Li Muchan nodded. Deng Jiuru did not retreat because of his injury. His swordsmanship improved to a higher level, and his understanding of Qinghe's swordsmanship went deeper.

It seems that the last injury has benefited him a lot.

Li Muchan put his hands behind his hands and looked at them with a smile. The twenty-five old men in green shirts were also motionless, staring at the two people in the field for an instant.

This was a good opportunity to learn about the martial arts of the Dajiang Sect. They had heard about the name of the Dajiang Sect for a long time, but had never seen it with their own eyes, so they were unsure. Now that they had the opportunity to see its details, they would not let it go.

In the blink of an eye, it was time for tea, and Deng Jiuru was at a disadvantage and was pinned down by Jing Zhongtang, but his sword was strong and flexible, and he could not be defeated for a moment.

An impatient voice came from the Qingni sedan: "Zhongtang, stop playing!"

"Haha, yes, Sect Master!" Jing Zhongtang smiled brightly.

The light of the sword was sharp and bright, like a flood breaking through a dam and pouring down wildly, overwhelming mountains and seas, and sucking Deng Jiuru into it. Deng Jiuru was like a small boat on the sea enduring a violent storm, teetering on the edge of being swallowed by the sea at any time.

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

Deng Jiuru shouted: "Mr. Ding, come on!"

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

Deng Jiuru was in the middle of the triangle, his four swords blocked the flood of sword light, and he was in a stalemate. Jing Zhongtang could not help but the four people, and the four people could not help Jing Zhongtang.

"Wang Da, you four come forward!" A faint command came from the Qingni sedan.

"Yes, sect leader!" Four middle-aged bearers responded and rushed to the field. Deng Jiuru shouted: "Everyone, come on together!"

Twenty-two old men in green shirts came up at once and surrounded four middle-aged bearers. Among the bearers were Deng Jiuru, Jing Zhongtang and five others.

A hoarse command came from the Qingni sedan: "Xiaoya, Xiaoxiu, you two are coming too!"

"Miss..." The two pretty girls hesitated.

"Go quickly!"

"……yes!"

The two girls rushed forward, and they were stunned. As soon as they floated closer, they drew their swords and stabbed them. The two swords were combined, one hard and one soft, with amazing power.

The two old men in green robes were careless and injured their right shoulders before they could react. They had no choice but to step aside without using their swords. The others did not dare to look down on them anymore and had to deal with them with caution.

The four middle-aged bearers' palms were strong and domineering, full of a momentum that would never come back. The old men in green robes did not dare to fight head-on and were restrained in every way.

Looking at these two young girls, their bodies are light and graceful, their swords are wielded gently, their postures are graceful and graceful, like dancing, which is pleasing to the eye and makes people unconsciously intoxicated.

The old men in blue robes were even more wary of the middle-aged bearers and did not pay enough attention to the two girls. As a result, they injured two more people. Only then did they realize that the two delicate and delicate girls were a greater threat.

Li Muchan stood aside with his hands behind his hands and watched. It seemed that the Qinghe Sword Sect had a large number of people and was a master. The crowd tactics were effective and they did not fall behind.

Li Muchan shook his head. The biggest threat has not yet been taken. Deng Jiuru and the others are already struggling. The more they go on, the harder it will be. They will lose but not win.

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

Li Muchan's eyes lit up and he smiled. The appearance and temperament of this woman in white were unparalleled, just as he expected.

Her phoenix eyes have sword-shaped eyebrows, her nose is straight and her lips are red, like plump cherries. The phoenix eyes are full of light, but they are also sinister and awe-inspiring, making people feel ashamed of themselves. It seems that no man in the world is worthy of her, and she should not be contaminated by the love between men and women.

She should be like a goddess who does not eat the fireworks of the world.

Li Muchan praised that such a woman is really rare to see, just her appearance is all. The key is her cold, arrogant and sexy temperament, which is unique.

She stood in front of the sedan and glanced around the field. Her eyes finally fell on Li Muchan. She frowned slightly and said calmly: "Who are you?"

Li Muchan smiled and clasped his fists: "What's your name, sect leader? I'm Li Wuji of the Mingjing Sect!"

"Li Wuji..." The woman narrowed her phoenix eyes slightly and said calmly: "Have you heard of it!...The helper invited by Deng Jiuru?"

Li Muchan nodded: "Exactly."

The woman glanced at him sideways and said calmly: "You want to hinder me?"

Li Muchan smiled: "The sect leader must kill Master Deng?... If you all have something to say, why bother to fight?"

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

Li Muchan said with a smile: "Fighting and killing is too boring, why not have a good talk!"

"He is looking for death!" The woman glared coldly at the embarrassed Deng Jiuru.

Li Muchan smiled and said: "If Dajiang Sect asks for secrets, you have to pay a price. You can take it if you want. Where is the majesty of Qinghe Sword Sect?"

The woman snorted coldly: "I'm here to kill people today, so if you want to do it, stop talking nonsense!"

Li Muchan shook his head and sighed: "Alas... He kills people at every turn. No wonder the Dajiang Sect perished so quickly!"

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

Li Muchan smiled and said: "You can't say anything anymore?... Dajiang Sect is so majestic!"

The woman turned her head and said: "Water has no permanent strength, and water flows from high mountains!"

As she uttered these two sentences, the swords of the two delicate girls changed, and the two old men in green shirts were immediately injured.

The woman hummed again: "The spring breeze flows eastward, and the falling flowers and flowing water!"

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

When Deng Jiuru saw something was wrong, he slapped Jing Zhongtang on his left shoulder and shouted in a deep voice: "Qinghe Sword Formation!"

The old men in green robes walked quickly, as gracefully as butterflies, and everyone in the Dajiang Sect was dazzled. When they came to their senses, everyone from the Qinghe Sword Sect returned to their positions.
To be continued...