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After more than a dozen moves, Li Muchan gritted his teeth. Seeing this mysterious move, he thought it was impossible not to fight with Mo Jian, so he raised the tip of the sword.

"Ding..." A crisp chiming sound sounded, like gold and jade intersecting.

Li Muchan felt an extremely powerful cold current coming from the blade of the sword, which instantly entered his body. His movements stagnated for a moment, and along with the cold current came numerous hallucinations. The Mo sword suddenly turned into a giant dragon and rushed towards him.

While Li Muchan was in a state of awe, he secretly recited the Infinite Light Sutra. The Infinite Light Mountain that had been hanging high in the sky in his mind emitted a gentle force that enveloped him, dispelling the chill in his mind. The hallucination disappeared instantly.

Guangming Mountain continuously infused power, warming his mind and nourishing his spirit and soul. Only then did Li Muchan realize the power of the Infinite Light Sutra, which he had previously ignored.

After his mind became clear, his tyrannical spirit came into play. The internal energy with the aura of thunder and lightning in his body circulated endlessly, constantly dispelling the cold current.

He was distracted by many things, and kept moving his hands, trying not to interact with the Mo sword. Every time he interacted, it took a long time to resolve.

What's more important is that Yan Ziyuan's swordsmanship is exquisite, far better than any swordsman he has ever seen. The first move of each move may seem ordinary at first glance, but it has endless magical effects and endless variations, making it impossible to guard against. He needs to cheer up and be cautious as if walking on thin ice.

, every move and every move must be dealt with with all your strength.

This is very energy-consuming. One move is better than a hundred moves, and you will feel exhausted after a dozen moves. This Yan Ziyuan's swordsmanship is too profound. It seems that his understanding of swordsmanship is still too shallow!

While sighing, he observed Yan Ziyuan's swordsmanship, and it was confirmed by the secret manual on Jiang Cheng's body. He had a good understanding, and the swordsmanship became more and more perfect, simple and mysterious.

He felt like his days were like years. After more than a dozen moves, the aura on his body was flowing, and the white energy on his head was rushing, creating various shapes.

Yan Ziyuan was as cold as a piece of ice, and looked more like a robot to Li Muchan. This robot was precise and ruthless, killing lives with his sword.

Looking at his eyes, there seemed to be a dazed expression, but this dazedness did not affect the power of his swordsmanship at all. The sword body contained a strangely cold and rich aura. Every time Li Muchan took a sword, it took him a while to resolve it before he could take the next one.

So I was always tied up.

Li Muchan now has no idea of ​​winning. He only has one idea: stick to a few more moves so that he can learn more sword skills and understand them better, hoping to defeat Yan Ziyuan in the future.

"Ding ding ding..." Amidst a series of clear chirps, Li Muchan suddenly laughed: "Sect Master Yan, let's stop here today. See you later!"

After he said that, his figure flashed and he suddenly appeared more than ten feet away.

"Humph, I want to leave!" Yan Ziyuan's eyes were blank, but he snorted coldly, his voice was cold and emotionless, and he appeared in front of Li Muchan with a sway.

Li Muchan smiled and said, "See you soon!"

He flashed again and reappeared a dozen feet away, then dodged twice before disappearing into the woods.

Yan Ziyuan dodged twice and finally appeared in his original position again.

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After a while, Yan Ziyuan's body slowly regained its size and strength, as if it had expanded in size. Suddenly, his body went limp and he almost collapsed on the ground.

He held the ink sword with difficulty and slowly lifted it up, as if it was a huge weight. His teeth made a "squeaking" sound, and the veins on his temples stood out, like earthworms twisting and turning.

His arms were also full of veins, and the ink sword seemed as heavy as a boulder. He lifted it up with great difficulty, slowly put it in front of the scabbard, and suddenly gave it a hard push.

"Ding!" The Mo sword returned to its sheath.

The blood on Yan Ziyuan's face suddenly disappeared and turned as white as paper. His body trembled slightly, but his eyes regained clarity.

He slowly stood firm while holding on to the pine tree beside him, took a few deep breaths, and then slowly exhaled, allowing his face to regain its rosy look.

At this moment, the sweat on his body had wet his clothes, as if he had been fished out of water. However, as time went by, the sweat slowly turned into white gas, and finally the clothes dried.

Yan Ziyuan slowly sat down, sitting cross-legged under the tree, closing his eyes and regulating his breath.

He suddenly opened his eyes, and a cold light shot out. Li Muchan was looking over here with a smile two feet away, looking Yan Ziyuan up and down: "Sect Leader Yan, you don't seem to be doing well!"

"Humph, Li Guanhai, you are so despicable!" Yan Ziyuan sneered, his hand already on the hilt of his sword.

Li Muchan smiled and said: "Can Sect Leader Yan use the Heaven-Destroying Sword again?!"

"You can give it a try!" Yan Ziyuan said calmly.

Li Muchan shook his head and smiled: "Sect Master Yan, there is no need to bluff. I already know from Sect Master Wang that after using a magic weapon once, it will take a month to recover."

"If you want to give it a try, I'll let you do it!" Yan Ziyuan sneered.

Li Muchan said: "Sect Leader Yan, I want to have a discussion."

"Say!" Yan Ziyuan said solemnly.

Li Muchan smiled and said, "I want to borrow Sect Leader Yan's Heaven-Destroying Sword to use!"

"Humph!" Yan Ziyuan sneered and glanced sideways at him.

Li Muchan said: "Master Yan, I am indeed borrowing it. I have no use for it. I just want to borrow the Heaven-Destroying Sword for one use. I will repay you in the future!"

"We are enemies!" Yan Ziyuan said calmly.

Li Muchan smiled and said: "Sect Master Yan, I actually know that if you use the Heaven-Destroying Sword again now, your body will be unable to bear the load and your life will be in danger!"

Yan Ziyuan did not deny it, but simply said: "Even if I lose my life, I can still kill you!"

Li Muchan smiled and waved his hands: "Why bother? I don't want to kill Sect Master Yan, just like I didn't want to kill Senior Jiang at the beginning, but unfortunately Senior Jiang insists on killing me. I can only kill him."

"Shut up!" Yan Ziyuan snorted coldly: "I underestimated you earlier and thought you killed Ancestor Jiang with conspiracy and conspiracy. I didn't expect you to be so capable!"

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Although he couldn't control himself when he used the Sky-Destroying Sword, this state was very strange. His body was controlled by a strange force, and even his mind was the same. He could only watch from the sidelines and became a bystander.

It's a pity that he doesn't know what he is thinking. He just feels at a loss. His hands and feet are not his own, and he can only move according to his heart. But every time after finishing, he always gains something. He has some memories of the sword skills he has used.

, even if you don’t remember everything, you will gain a lot.

He has used the Heaven-Destroying Sword five times. Relying on the experience of using the Heaven-Destroying Sword, his sword skills are getting stronger and stronger, but unfortunately he still cannot compare with the ancestor Jiang. The ancestor's sword skills have been tempered for hundreds of years.

It is truly flawless and extremely tyrannical.

He could clearly remember the situation of the fight. He couldn't remember his own swordsmanship clearly, but he could remember his opponent's moves clearly, so he knew how powerful Li Muchan was.

Li Muchan smiled and said: "It's okay, but it's a pity that I still can't defeat the Heaven-Zlaying Sword!...Zong Leader Yan, I know that if you activate the Heaven-Zhutting Sword again now, your body will soon collapse. Why bother!"

"If you force me, we will die together!" Yan Ziyuan said coldly.

Li Muchan shook his head and said: "I really have no intention of forcing the sect leader. I really need the magic weapon. I have a big enemy and I need the help of the magic weapon."

"Impossible." Yan Ziyuan shook his head and said: "The inner magic of the magic weapon is a secret within a secret. It will never be taught to the next sect master unless it is the next sect master. Without the inner magic, you will be obliterated as soon as you touch the Heaven-Destroying Sword!"

Li Muchan smiled: "I don't need to use the Heaven-Destroying Sword, I just need its breath. Just lend me the sword for a while!"

"You don't use mental skills?" Yan Ziyuan sneered.

Li Muchan shook his head: "I don't need the mental method. I don't dare to ask for too much. I only need the Heaven-Destroying Sword!"

"No." Yan Ziyuan shook his head.

Li Muchan frowned and his eyes gradually turned cold: "It seems that I can only take it by force. Why does Sect Master Yan have to force me?!"

Yan Ziyuan sneered: "If you forcefully snatch it, you will definitely die!"

Li Muchan said: "I don't believe it."

Yan Ziyuan pondered for a moment and then said slowly: "That's all, I'm really in a bad situation now and can no longer use the Heaven-Destroying Sword. Come and take a look."

As he spoke, he took off the Heaven-Destroying Sword and threw it forward: "Go on!"

Li Muchan stretched out his hand to catch it and said with a smile: "Thank you so much, Master Yan!"

"Why don't you pull it out and take a look?" Yan Ziyuan said solemnly, "What if it's not the Heaven-Destroying Sword?"

Li Muchan smiled: "That makes sense."

As he spoke, he pressed the hilt of the sword, and suddenly there was a throbbing sound. He stopped hastily. His intuition had warned him of the danger and he could not draw the sword.

Li Muchan frowned, stared at Yan Ziyuan, and then looked down at the hilt and scabbard of the sword, curious about what danger there was.

Seeing Li Muchan stop, Yan Ziyuan said calmly: "You don't have the guts to draw the sword, do you?...To be honest, if you really pulled it out just now, you will die or not!"

Li Muchan smiled and said: "I don't believe it, how come there is death but no life?"

"If you don't believe it, just try it!" Yan Ziyuan said disdainfully: "Don't say it's you, even Ancestor Jiang wouldn't dare to pull out this heaven-cutting sword!"

Li Muchan pondered for a moment and said, "Does this Heaven-Destroying Sword still recognize its owner?"

"That's right!" Yan Ziyuan said solemnly: "It's just the recognition of the master! ... I am the only one who can control this Heaven-Destroying Sword now, and no one else can touch it. If I touch it, I will die!"

Li Muchan laughed and said, "Isn't this too weird?"

Yan Ziyuan said: "If you don't believe it, you can draw your sword and try it!"

Li Muchan smiled and shook his head: "Zong Master Yan's method of motivating generals is not very clever!...Zong Master Yan, you must have a way."

Yan Ziyuan shook his head: "I really have no choice. I can only carry this Heaven-Destroying Sword, and it will be useless if others take it. Moreover, once this sword recognizes its owner and is touched by others, it will kill him directly!"

Li Muchan smiled and sighed: "It seems that I really can't borrow this Heaven-Destroying Sword!"

"I advise you to retreat obediently." Yan Ziyuan said calmly.

Li Muchan smiled and said: "Sect Leader Yan, can you still take action now?"

"No." Yan Ziyuan shook his head.

Li Muchan smiled and said: "It's strange that you can be so arrogant when you can't take action. Could it be that you have something else to rely on?"

He said that and disappeared into the woods with the Heaven-Destroying Sword, which startled Yan Ziyuan, who then sneered and closed his eyes slightly.
To be continued...