"Stop talking nonsense!" Bai Mingqiu snorted.

Li Muchan said no more, and the two of them walked up the ridge side by side, and soon reached the top of the mountain. A huge boulder fell flatly on the top of the mountain, as if it had fallen out of thin air.

This square stone is about ten meters long and wide. There is a person standing on it. He is a young man in his twenties. He is tall and handsome, with a flowing sapphire blue shirt and a long sword hanging from his waist, like a jade tree.

Li Muchan suddenly frowned, took a step forward to block Bai Mingqiu, turned his head and smiled bitterly: "It seems that he really used a top-notch formation talisman!"

Bai Mingqiu said: "Be careful!"

She couldn't feel the cultivation level of the man in front of her. He seemed to be a man who didn't know martial arts. He didn't have any feeling at all, which was very strange.

Judging from his attire and the fact that he is standing here silently, he is by no means a person who does not know martial arts. There is only one possibility. This person has a very advanced cultivation level and is as good as his junior brother.

Li Muchan lowered his head slightly, cupped his fists and said, "Who are friends?"

"Li Canghai?" the handsome young man asked calmly.

Li Muchan nodded: "Are you...?"

"Qinghe Sword Sect Zheng Haiya!" The handsome young man slowly drew his sword: "Brother Zheng Haishi!"

Li Muchan said: "I see, I wonder how you found me?"

"It's nothing worth mentioning." Zheng Haiya shook his head, flattened his sword, and pointed lightly at Li Muchan. An invisible force came out of thin air, and the hair on Li Muchan's body suddenly stood up.

A bit of cold air penetrates from the tail gate to the jade pillow, the mud pills, and spreads all over the body.

His inner strength was surging, his expression remained unchanged, and he smiled and said: "It's no small feat to be able to catch me!"

"Do you really think you can escape from our clutches?" Zheng Haiya shook his head and said calmly: "Be careful, I will not show mercy!"

Li Muchan smiled and said, "Sister, please wait a moment."

Bai Mingqiu took a few steps back and remained silent.

Li Muchan unsheathed his sword and said with a smile: "Please stop!"

He did not dare to use his fingers this time and drew out his sword. The Zheng Haiya in front of him was a powerful opponent. Tianyuan Pavilion had inherited secret techniques, and the Qinghe Sword Sect should have similar secret techniques. Otherwise, Zheng Haiya would never be able to achieve such a level of cultivation.

Zheng Haiya shouted softly, and the long sword in his hand suddenly shot out with thousands of rays of light, like the rising sun, and then the tip of the sword reached Li Muchan's heart.

Li Muchan blocked his heart with his horizontal sword and stepped back at the same time. "Ding..." The clear sound kept coming. Li Muchan retreated ten steps away. Where he passed, the ground collapsed by three inches, and a row of footprints seemed to be burned into the stone.

"Good swordsmanship!" Li Muchan exhaled and completely removed the power from the sword. His heart was awe-inspiring. Zheng Haiya's internal power was very weird, like an electric drill.

If he hadn't consolidated his inner strength and had his spiritual strength to complement him, he would have suffered a big loss right now.

Zheng Haiya frowned and snorted softly. The sword's blade burst out with thousands of rays of light and slashed at Li Muchan. It was so violent and violent that one could not directly attack the sword.

Li Muchan retreated while resisting, while Bai Mingqiu frowned and pressed his jade hand on the hilt of his sword, ready to save anyone at any time.

She didn't expect that the Zheng Haiya in front of her was so powerful, that he could beat his junior brother so hard that he couldn't fight back. Every sword strike seemed to have the power to cut through the clouds and the sky.

Li Muchan's retreat without chaos was to take away Zheng Haiya's power. If he really fought hard, he was worried that there would be experts watching from the sidelines.

Since there is one person who can hide it from him, there may not be a second one. While retreating, observe the surroundings to see if there are any fluctuations.

He didn't detect anything unusual, but he didn't put down his guard. According to his guess, there was definitely another master swarming the formation and would rush over at any time.

While he was retreating, he was also observing Zheng Haiya's swordsmanship. This swordsmanship was truly astonishingly powerful. Each sword was filled with energy, like ocean waves. One wave followed another, one after the other, one after another, and the power became stronger and stronger.

To deal with this kind of swordsmanship, one cannot take a step back. Once he takes a step back, he is doomed to fail. One sword is superimposed on the other, and the swords are superimposed on each other, and the power is added up.

At this point, Li Muchan no longer dared to fight head-on, so he could only retreat and try to find a flaw in his sword, using cleverness to overcome his strength.

Bai Mingqiu's breathing became more and more rapid, and he could see that Li Muchan's situation was getting more and more dangerous, and he could be struck by Zheng Haiya at any time. Zheng Haiya's sword power became more and more violent and unmatched, making it difficult to match.

Li Muchan said solemnly: "What a swordsmanship!... Is this the swordsmanship of the Qinghe Sword Sect?"

"Wrath! Tao! Sword!" Zheng Haiya struck out with each word, and the sword became faster and faster. It was almost difficult for Li Muchan to dodge, so he could only rely on his intuition.

He narrowed his eyes slightly and suddenly shouted softly: "Broken!"

Under the Sky-Breaking Sword Intent, his sword seemed to transcend the limitations of space, and as soon as the sword came out, it had already pierced Zheng Haiya's chest.

"Ding..." Zheng Haiya took a step back, lowered his sword, and stared at Li Muchan with an ugly expression.

Li Muchan was surprised: "Protective armor?!"

He felt that the tip of the sword had pierced something flexible, and the force was suddenly taken away, and he could not stab it in again. No matter how powerful the horizontal kung fu was, it was not that strong.

Zheng Haiya lowered his head and glanced at his chest, where a silver light flashed.

He stared at Li Muchan with a sullen face, his mind still recalling the sword strike just now, the unpredictable sword strike, and the cold air kept rising.

Li Muchan smiled: "How about we give up?"

"Bah! Good swordsmanship! Good swordsmanship!" A middle-aged man in blue shirt appeared next to Bai Mingqiu, clapped his hands, shook his head and exclaimed: "There is such a swordsmanship in the world!"

Li Muchan smiled and seemed not to feel threatened: "Who is your Excellency?"
Chapter completed!