Cao Miao smiled and said: "Uncle Xu, senior brother's flying knife is not afraid even if a master comes!"

"These masters are extremely fast, and flying knives may not be able to hit them." Uncle Xu shook his head and sighed: "Let's leave quickly."

"Uncle Xu, what about these people...?" Cao Miao said.

Uncle Xu shook his head: "I can't care less. Someone will naturally come to deal with it. Let's leave quickly, the sooner the better, to avoid another ambush!"

Li Muchan nodded and said: "Xu Bo's words are right. Let's go, junior sister. The people from the Mohu Gang will come over and they won't turn a blind eye."

Cao Miao sighed and shook her head: "Why are they doing this?"

Many members of the Mohu Gang died along the way, but they pursued him tirelessly, like mad dogs, determined to kill Dad. In the end, they failed and ended up getting killed themselves. They should have been afraid a long time ago.

Xu Bodao: "They were ordered by others and had to fight tooth and nail. At this point, it's either you or me who will die. There is no room for retreating!"

"Oh..., let's go." Cao Ya stretched out his head and got out of the sedan, waving his hand.

Everyone then got up and walked out, quickly passing through the woods. As soon as they came out of the woods, ten people formed a fan shape and stood in the middle of the avenue, watching them quietly.

Uncle Xu squinted his eyes slightly, showed a wry smile, and sighed: "Young Master, these are all top-notch masters this time, so be careful."

Li Muchan nodded: "Uncle Xu, I'll try it first."

He could feel the auras of the ten people opposite him surging like waves. They were definitely incomparable to the previous people. They were top-notch masters.

Comparing it with myself, the cultivation of these people is very different from mine. It seems that the mental methods of this world are strange. It is really not easy to be able to cultivate to such a state.

He felt awe-inspiring in his heart. He was somewhat arrogant at first. He had the Void Air Conduction Technique. Therefore, it would usually take several years for a great master to become powerful when he came here, but he didn't have to. In addition to not being able to use the great master's magical powers.

, the cultivation level is still there.

Now it seems that I was careless. I originally thought that the spiritual energy here is thin, the cultivation speed is slow, and the cultivation level is limited. Now I see the cultivation level of these people and realize that I took it for granted. The cultivation level of these people is very tyrannical.

This was just the Mohu Gang. The small Mohu Gang actually had so many masters, and each of them was as good as his own, which really shocked him.

The Mohu Gang is like this, wouldn't it be even more amazing if it were another gang? My own cultivation level is really not that strong, and this world is really dangerous.

Now the only thing to rely on is the flying knife. With the Sky-Breaking Sword Intention and the Hidden Knife, plus his own mental strength is not affected, the power is truly astonishing.

Xu Bodao: "Young master, be careful. They all have amazing cultivation skills. I am no match for them."

Li Muchan smiled and said: "Don't get me wrong whether they are from the Mohu Gang or not. Uncle Xu should go up and ask first."

"Okay." Uncle Xu nodded and said, "Although it is most likely true, we can't make a mistake."

He strode forward, came to the front of the ten people, clasped his fists and said solemnly: "I wonder what the hell you heroes are doing blocking the road!?"

A thin old man in black clothes in the center frowned and glanced at Uncle Xu, his eyebrows raised: "Isn't that Cao Ya sitting in the sedan?"

Uncle Xu frowned and said, "I wonder what you want from me?"

"Okay, it's just old thief Cao, we're not polite!" The skinny old man sneered and waved his hand: "Everyone, come on, let's fight quickly!"

"Yes!" The other nine people responded in a deep voice, quickly passing by Uncle Xu and shooting towards the sedan chair.

Uncle Xu shouted in a deep voice: "Are you from the Mohu Gang?"

"I'm Song Zimo." The thin old man nodded slowly.

Uncle Xu shouted sullenly: "Song Zimo, the leader of the Mohu Gang?!"

"If I take action myself, old traitor Cao can die in peace!" Song Zimo sneered. The other nine people had already rushed to the sedan. They could reach out and touch it in five or six steps.

"Tsk..." Several rays of white light were followed by several soft whistles. Before the whistle, the white light had already shot through the chests of nine people.

They didn't even react. The white light had already penetrated them. They could touch the sedan two steps forward. However, these two steps were like a chasm. If they wanted to move, all the strength in their bodies had been exhausted. Their eyesight became dark and weak.

The feeling spread and eventually swallowed them up.

Li Muchan stood beside Cao Miao with a smile, shook his head and said, "Junior sister, you shouldn't have come out."

Cao Miao stared at the nine middle-aged people slowly falling to the ground with wide eyes. She stretched out her hand unwillingly and covered her throat with the other hand, but in the end she remained silent.

Uncle Xu was overjoyed when he saw this. He was originally worried that Li Muchan's flying knife would not work. These were top-notch masters, and it would be difficult to hit them with hidden weapons.

Little did he know that Li Muchan's flying knife was a sword that pierced the air. It arrived in a flash and shot directly through the heart without giving anyone a chance to dodge.

"You..." Song Zimo's expression suddenly changed, he pointed at Li Muchan, his eyes widened in disbelief.

Li Muchan smiled and shook his head: "Teacher, you clowns can't hurt me. You better leave. I don't want to kill everyone!"

"Okay! Okay!" Song Zimo's eyes turned red and he glared at Li Muchan fiercely: "What a skill with flying knives, I would like to learn a thing or two from you!"

He ignored Uncle Xu and walked slowly towards Li Muchan. Li Muchan shook his head: "If you don't take the road to heaven, why do you have to enter the gate of hell!"

Uncle Xu said in a deep voice: "Those with the surname Song, please pass me first!"

He jumped towards Song Zimo, waving his palms in a dizzying manner, palm shadows flying all over the sky. Li Muchan walked forward slowly, stopped after about ten steps, and held a flying knife in his hand.

Uncle Xu was not Song Zimo's opponent, but Song Zimo had been worried, and most of his mind was on the flying knife in Li Muchan's hand. Li Muchan made a slight move, and Song Zimo's mind trembled.

Li Muchan didn't take any action, he stood quietly with the throwing knife in his right hand, moving the throwing knife from time to time, as if adjusting its position, and focusing on different positions.

Song Zimo could feel where Li Muchan's gaze was, which was the flaw in his moves. Once the flying knife came, he couldn't dodge it.

Every glance from Li Muchan made him tremble. He didn't dare to be careless and kept changing his moves. While he was watching the fight with Uncle Xu, most of his thoughts were actually spent on fending off Li Muchan.

After a hundred moves, Song Zimo suddenly realized that if he continued like this, he would lose if he defended for a long time. The best way was not to defend but to attack.

"Hey!" He shouted loudly, shook Uncle Xu away with his palm, and rushed towards Li Muchan.

Li Muchan narrowed his eyes slightly, and when he was almost in front of him, he suddenly waved his right hand.

"Chi!" A white light flashed, and a muffled groan came from the low whistling sound. Song Zimo suddenly landed heavily on the ground, making a "bang" sound like a kite with its string broken.

Uncle Xu also fell to the ground with a loud "bang". Cao Miao let out a soft cry. Xiao He flew over and helped Uncle Xu up. There was blood at the corner of his mouth and his face was pale.

"Uncle Xu, are you okay?" Xiao He said hurriedly.

Uncle Xu shook his head, struggled to get up and came to Song Zimo. Song Zimo was still breathing, lying on his back, holding the flying knife in his throat with both hands, making a "ho ho" sound in his throat, but he could not speak.

Cao Miao didn't dare to go over and take a look. Xiao He took a few bold glances, but Xu Bo narrowed his eyes slightly and stared at the flying knife, admiring in his heart.

Song Zimo suddenly kicked his legs, and then fell silent. His eyes were wide open and not closed. Uncle Xu stretched out his hand and closed his eyes for him. He shook his head and sighed: "The leader of the dignified Mohu Gang died like this. This is Jianghu."

ah!"

Xiaohe exclaimed: "What a powerful flying knife!"

Uncle Xu raised his head and looked at Li Muchan. Li Muchan was talking in a low voice with Cao Miao. He didn't pay attention to this side and seemed not to care about what was going on here.

Uncle Xu stood up and came to Cao Ya's sedan chair, and said in a low voice: "Master, Song Zimo has been executed, and the Mohu Gang should come to an end."

Cao Ya's voice came: "Okay, let's go."

"Yes." Uncle Xu nodded, walked to Li Muchan and handed over the flying knife: "Young Master, you have great sword skills!"

Li Muchan took the flying knife and inserted it back into his vest, and said with a smile: "Without Uncle Xu restraining him and testing out his true intentions and tactics, my sword would have been empty."

"I can't do it." Uncle Xu shook his head and said with a smile, "Master, there is no need to put gold on my face."

Li Muchan shook his head: "Uncle Xu, I'm telling the truth. Song Zimo's cultivation is strong and his movement is extremely fast. If I hadn't seen the movement he used before and calculated the blind spots of his moves, I wouldn't have been able to hit him with this sword.

of!"

"Well..." Uncle Xu's expression moved slightly, and he nodded slowly, believing what Li Muchan said.

Because Song Zimo's martial arts is indeed very strong, hidden weapons cannot hit him, but he was hit by a flying knife without any resistance. It is really weird. It seems that the young master has calculated the flaw in his body skills!

He glanced at Li Muchan and was secretly awestruck. Such a plan was truly terrifying. It was truly astonishing that such a powerful first-rate master could be killed with a single sword.

Previously, he had doubted whether this young master was a martial arts figure, but now he understood that this young master was definitely not a martial arts figure before. Otherwise, he would have become famous all over the world with his amazing flying knife!

"Kill Song Zimo, and no one will intercept him again!" Xiao He stretched out and said lazily.

Uncle Xu nodded: "Once Song Zimo dies, there should be no more pursuits."

"That's great!" Xiao Hejiao smiled and said, "This journey has been exhausting, and I can finally rest in peace!"
Chapter completed!