The old man smiled and shook his head: "The winner is the king and the loser is the bandit. The young monk is so pedantic!"

His injured left arm suddenly reached out, and his fingers suddenly stretched out to grab Li Muchan's chest.

Li Muchan turned sideways to avoid it, as if he had guessed that he would do this and took half a step in advance. Otherwise, with his speed, it would be impossible to avoid this catch.

As they got closer and fought, his mind became clearer and clearer, and he could clearly understand what he was thinking. It would have been impossible for anyone else to avoid him just now.

Upon seeing this, Zhao Jinsheng felt relieved and felt that Li Muchan would not suffer a loss, so he looked at Xu Jingying.

Xu Jingying frowned slightly, sitting on the ground holding Zhong Bixuan, her face as calm as water, sitting motionless, looking at the ants on the ground.

Seeing her like this, Zhao Jinsheng's heart sank and he hurriedly said: "Junior Sister Xu, Junior Sister Zhong, she...?"

"It hurts my heart." Xu Jingying said lightly.

"Ah——!" Zhao Jinsheng was shocked and his face turned pale.

Mei Ruolan walked over and looked down at Zhong Bixuan. At this time, Zhong Bixuan's face was as pale as paper, his eyes were slightly closed, and his eyelashes looked extra long.

She frowned slightly, as if she was still in pain despite being in a coma, and there was a bloody hole in her chest, which was scary.

Li Muchan understood the power of his arrow best and knew that it would be unjust, but after hearing Xu Jingying's words with his own ears, he finally gave up.

He suddenly stopped the sword and let the old man put his left paw on his shoulder. With a slight tap, his nails pierced in like a sword, deeply embedded in the pipa's bones.

Li Muchan grunted and swept his long sword in an unexpected and extremely fast move.

The old man grabbed Li Muchan's pipa bone. He never thought that the person who was caught with the lute bone would still be able to resist. It was too late to regret it.

He tried his best to retreat, but could not completely avoid it. The tip of the sword slashed across his belly, exposing a section of his intestines. He hurriedly covered it, keeping his feet on his feet, and retreated desperately.

Li Muchan's pipa bone was in severe pain, but he didn't care. His body flashed and he stood in front of the old man, his sword shining like a drill, blocking his way.

The old man before the injury was completely different from the old man after the injury.

"Zhan Ran, leave him alone and come see Senior Sister Zhong first!" Mei Ruolan suddenly shouted.

Li Muchan was startled, and the sword force slowed down a bit. The old man took the opportunity to run away, and a voice came from a distance: "Boy, I will never let you off lightly if you end the hatred of incense!"

Li Muchan sneered and hurriedly came to Mei Ruolan: "How is it? How is it?"

"I don't know, look at your crane control and fueling skills!" Mei Ruolan shook her head.
Chapter completed!