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"You guys stand down!" several old men shouted in a deep voice.

More than a dozen middle-aged men hurriedly retreated behind a few old men, staring at Li Muchan with their eyes fixed for an instant.

Li Muchan had seven swords stuck in his body. He was trembling slightly and looked scary. Blood began to pour out of the corners of his mouth.

Reaching out to wipe the blood from the corner of his mouth, Li Muchan looked at them with a faint smile, but his contempt remained, and he shook his head, indicating that they were too bad.

"Alas..." The black-faced old man sighed, shook his head and said, "You are also a man, so let's give you a good time!"

"Brother Feng..." A short old man frowned, somewhat dissatisfied, and stared at Li Muchan sinisterly.

The black-faced old man sighed: "Forget it, the two of them are not as good as others. If you kill him, it will be revenge. There is no need to torture him anymore!"

The short old man snorted, showing dissatisfaction, but he didn't say anything, he just glared at Li Muchan viciously.

More blood gushed out from the corners of Li Muchan's mouth, but he couldn't wipe it off this time. He simply stopped wiping and let the blood flow down the corners of his mouth. Only then did he feel severe pain in his chest and abdomen.

He looked up to the sky and laughed loudly. He leaned against the pine tree and said with a smile: "Is there anyone in the Tianji Tower who dares to challenge me?"

The five old men remained silent. They were secretly wary of Li Muchan's sword skills. They were a bit miraculous. The counterattack before death was even more terrifying. It was better not to offend him. They would just wait for his blood to bleed out and they would naturally be dead. There was no need to take this risk.

Li Muchan laughed and said: "What a bunch of cowardless people, what can you do with just you guys? Tianji Tower is really over!"

"You kid, stop making such arrogant remarks and take my sword!" A middle-aged man jumped out, yelled angrily in a rough voice, and rushed over.

Li Muchan's left sword was propped on the ground, and his right sword was slowly slashed down.

"Ding..." The big man flew out, the long sword rolled in the air and fell three feet away. The big man fell two feet away and lay still on the ground.

Li Muchan spat out a mouthful of blood and laughed, looking proud.

There was a surge of pride in his heart. How can a man be happy in life and fearful of death?

"Who else dares to fight!?" he asked with a laugh.

Everyone was silent, turning their heads and looking around, not meeting his eyes.

The middle-aged man just now had a bad temper, but he had extraordinary physical strength and strong martial arts. He was one of the best among them all. He couldn't withstand a knife, and it would be very difficult for him to step forward.
Chapter completed!