"rise--!"

Deng Jiuru raised his voice and shouted, and the sword light enveloped the people of Dajiang Sect, like a clear spring drowning them. The sword light was everywhere and impossible to guard against.

Li Muchan looked down with his eyes in the void, watching the movement of the sword formation. This was the sword formation of the Qinghe Sword Sect. It perfectly condensed the power of more than twenty people into one place, and its power was astonishing.

Everyone in the Dajiang Sect is a top master, but when everyone faces the combined efforts of more than twenty masters, they are all unable to do what they want.

There were two muffled groans, and the two middle-aged bearers were hit with swords in their lower abdomens. Li Muchan raised his eyebrows. They were afraid that their cultivation would be ruined even after being injured. These two swords were very characteristic of him.

"Hmph, trash!" The woman snorted coldly, and she suddenly appeared next to the two middle-aged bearers. She grabbed the belt of one of them with one hand and stepped out of the sword formation.

The two middle-aged bearers had blood at the corners of their mouths, and they smiled bitterly at her in shame.

She said coldly: "Thanks to you for thinking so highly of yourself, you are actually just idiots!"

"Miss, we are incompetent." A burly bearer smiled bitterly: "It's embarrassing for the lady!"

"Go away and stay!" She waved her hand and threw the two of them ten feet away. She turned around to see that another bearer had been injured. Her face was so gloomy that it was almost freezing. She stepped in front of the bearer and the bearer flew down.

The three people standing next to the two bearers looked at each other and smiled bitterly.

Li Muchan observed her body movements, which were unpredictable and traceless. She entered and exited the Qinghe Sword Formation as if there was no one around, without any hindrance. It was really exquisite.

The woman's jade palms were light and fluttery, as if she was joking, but every palm was sure to hit, and in the blink of an eye ten old men in green robes flew out, vomiting blood.

"Brother Li!" Deng Jiuru shouted hoarsely with bloodshot eyes.

"Here we come!" Li Muchan stepped in front of the woman and made a light palm print.

"Bang!" The two palms met, and there was a roar in everyone's ears. The blood in their bodies was like a galloping horse, and their heartbeats were beating so hard that they were about to jump out of their chests.

Li Muchan and the woman each took a step back.

"Okay!" Li Muchan praised, and struck out with another palm. Not to be outdone, the woman pushed out her jade palm, and the two palms met again.

"Bang!" Like a stone falling on a stone, the two of them took a step back.

Li Muchan's right palm was covered with a layer of white frost and became stiff. He looked down and then up at the woman, who sneered and stared at his right arm.

Li Muchan smiled: "What a powerful ice force!"

No wonder she has such an indifferent temperament. Her dark and cold mentality can change a person's temperament, subtly changing their temperament and even their behavior style.

In a blink of an eye, the white frost turned into curls of white air, and her palms returned to normal blood color. The woman remained calm, but she was disappointed in her heart. The Ice Soul Divine Art could not restrain this Li Wuji!

She stepped in front of Li Muchan and clapped her palm again. Li Muchan stepped forward to meet him. "Bang!" The two of them took a step back, evenly matched.

Li Muchan smiled and shook his head: "Am I qualified to hear her name?"

"Jiang Ruyue!" the woman said coldly.

Li Muchan suddenly felt familiar, nodded and said with a smile: "He lives up to his name!... Will Sect Master Jiang continue?"

Jiang Ruyue said coldly: "Come again!"

She took another step forward and pushed her palm, but Li Muchan reluctantly stepped forward, "Bang!" The two of them each took a step back. Li Muchan secretly thought that he would have been defeated long ago if he hadn't developed his star power.

It is extremely pure and the power is truly astonishing. If it were not for the domineering power of the star, I would never be able to stop this palm force.

"Bang, bang, bang, bang..." He struck eighteen palms at once. When the nineteenth palm came, Li Muchan dodged and shook his head helplessly.

Jiang Ruyue was crazy and didn't care about being injured. Li Muchan didn't want to accompany her crazy.

There were only a dozen old men in green shirts left in the Qinghe Sword Sect, and the power of the sword array was limited. Two pretty girls chased and beat Deng Jiuru fiercely, while the old men in green shirts were held back by Jing Zhongtang.

Deng Jiuru was struck by a sword on the shoulder. He was bleeding like a pillar but could not stop the bleeding. He was in a state of embarrassment. Li Muchan grabbed him in a flash, picked him up and dodged again, and the two of them got into the woods.

With his blood surging, Li Muchan endured the discomfort and led Deng Jiu as fast as flying. Eyes in the Void saw Jiang Ruyue and the others chasing after him.

Jing Zhongtang frowned and stopped, ignoring the old men in green shirts, and said hurriedly: "Sect Master, I'll go after them!"

"I'll go!" Jiang Ruyue said coldly.

"Miss, you are injured!" a pretty girl yelled.

Jiang Ruyue glared at them and hummed: "Don't make such a fuss!...I'm going to kill them both with my own hands!"

She took one step forward and had already slipped into the woods. Before anyone could react, Jiang Ruyue had already left. Jing Zhongtang frowned and jumped into the woods.
Chapter completed!