The master comes down the mountain: I don’t want to be a son-in-law

Seeing so many gunmen around Pan Fengnian, Lang Yuwen frowned.

He is also a person who has been in the business for a long time. He has contacts with many wealthy families and is used to seeing the world.

As for guns, he has also played with them, and he has had bodyguards with guns around him, but he has never seen any rich man keep so many bodyguards with guns at home.

As large as the Chen family in Shenzhou, the head of the family, Chen Dingbang, usually only has three or two bodyguards with guns, and the others are all kung fu masters.

Pan Fengnian's behavior is more like that of a gangster from a hundred years ago, rather than a wealthy family head in modern society.

It can be seen that although he is the boss in Dragon City and calls himself the god of Dragon City, he does not have much sense of security. There must be a lot of dark and evil things hidden in the Pan family's business.

Li Muchen turned a blind eye to this group of armed soldiers, but it was the thin man in linen with a mahogany sword in the middle that caught his attention.

This man has mana fluctuations on his body, and the peach wood sword is not an ordinary peach wood sword. The sword body has a faint aura of thunder and lightning.

Its material should be lightning struck peach wood, tempered by magic. And this thunder and lightning also contains blood and murderous intent. It seems that he has killed many people.

Pan Fengnian seemed to be very confident in his own armed strength, but he didn't know whether this confidence came from the bodyguard with the gun or the guy with the mahogany sword.

Li Muchen smiled and asked Ma Shan: "Brother Mashan, how do you feel about fighting all the way here?"

Mashan said disdainfully: "It's just a bunch of wine and rice bags, not satisfying at all!"

Li Muchen said: "Brother Mashan, be careful, it's time to test your skills."

"Are you talking about these idiots with guns?" Ma Shan pointed with his hand and laughed, "The guns have been taken out, which means there is nothing else to do, so there is nothing to be afraid of! Hahaha... "

Before his laughter ended, he had already rushed out, as fast as lightning, and crashed into Pan Fengnian's group of bodyguards.

Although the bodyguards with guns were well-trained, they didn't expect Mashan to move so fast. In close combat, a gun may not be as useful as a dagger, especially when there are so many of you. If you shoot rashly, it is easy to accidentally injure Pan Fengnian.

Ma Shan rushed into the crowd, struck left and right, punched and kicked, and his shots were so hard that the sound was like bone cracking. He quickly approached Pan Fengnian.

Pan Fengnian was so frightened that he shouted: "Jianzhong, what are you doing standing still? Kill him!"

The Jianzhong he mentioned was the middle-aged man in linen holding a mahogany sword. His name was Pan Jianzhong. He was Pan Fengnian's brother. In his early years, he was a disciple of the Yuan Ding family in Wanning Palace in Maoshan. In terms of seniority, he was the same generation as Liu Mengyu. It's just that he doesn't live in the mountains, he still stays in Pan Mansion and is a Taoist who lives in fire.

Pan Jianzhong's spells are more powerful than Liu Mengyu's. It's just that he lives in seclusion and is unknown to the outside world, but he is Pan Fengnian's biggest support.

It's not that Pan Jianzhong doesn't want to move, but he knows that the most dangerous person on the opposite side is not Ma Shan at all, but the young man standing next to Lang Yuwen.

Pan Jianzhong did not feel any mana fluctuations from him, but the aura as quiet as the abyss gave him a strong sense of oppression.

But at this time, Ma Shan was about to rush in front of Pan Fengnian, and Pan Jianzhong had to move.

He shook the mahogany sword in his hand, his face suddenly changed, and his brows furrowed tightly.

Originally, with this shock, the sword spirit was activated, and the pure Yang thunder energy contained in the peach wood could be stimulated by the lightning strike.

However, at this time, the sword body showed no fluctuations, and he could not sense the sword spirit, let alone emit sword energy.

Pan Jianzhong was startled and looked at Li Muchen in surprise.

He was sure that this young man must be up to something.

"Who are you?" Pan Jianzhong looked at Li Muchen and asked.

"Li Muchen."

"Hiss... you are Li Muchen!"

Of course Pan Jianzhong also heard about the Qiantang Martial Arts Conference.

Although there are always exaggerations in the rumors, about borrowing the energy of heaven and earth to turn a sword into a sword and killing Banpu Zhiliang, the leader of the Japanese Tiannin Sect, and about making thunder with one finger and killing Yuan Shoushan, these are mostly rumors. Maybe they are those from Nanjiang Rumors that people create to create momentum for themselves.

But it is a recognized fact that Li Muchen became the number one master in Nanjiang. This shows that he is at least better than Liu Jinsheng and He Changchun.

Pan Jianzhong practiced swordsmanship and was also proficient in martial arts and knew how powerful the master was.

His face became serious, he held the sword in his right hand, bit the tip of his tongue with his teeth, sprayed a mouthful of blood on the mahogany sword, and gently stroked the sword with his left sword finger.

I saw many crimson talismans suddenly lighting up on the sword, flickering and extinguishing, which was really weird.

Then, Pan Jianzhong chanted a spell and struck out with a sword.

The sword light surged, and a red sword energy shot out, rushing towards Li Muchen.

Li Muchen nodded slightly. This bloody swordsmanship did have some skills.

People may think it is a witchcraft when they see blood evil, but they don't know that it is an orthodox Taoist technique. It uses the pure yang of human blood to activate the murderous aura in the sword. Using evil to break the evil can ward off evil, and using yang to bring evil can ward off yin.

With this sword, it would be extremely difficult for an ordinary warrior, even a master, to block this bloody aura. You can only avoid its sharp edge and wait for an opportunity to counterattack.

But Li Muchen is not a warrior, how can it be difficult for him to be defeated by this mere Maoshan technique?

He raised his hand and pointed, and the sword energy disappeared. However, the peach wood sword in Pan Jianzhong's hand suddenly fell out of his hand, was caught by an invisible powerful force, and flew out with a swish, falling into Li Muchen's hand.

Pan Jianzhong was shocked. He quickly cast spells, his hands changed continuously, and he muttered words in an attempt to regain the sword.

This sword was cultivated by him for decades. The spirit of the sword is connected with his soul and has a clear heart.

As soon as he recited the curse, the peach wood sword vibrated in Li Muchen's hand, buzzing and trembling as he tried his best to break free.

Li Muchen flipped the sword with one hand, placed it horizontally in front of him, pointed with the other hand, and shouted: "Break!"

The sword stopped shaking and calmed down.

Pan Jianzhong, who was reciting a curse, spat out a mouthful of blood, covering his chest with a look of pain on his face.

At this time, Ma Shan had also knocked most of the bodyguards with guns to the ground.

There are only a few left, their skills are relatively high and they are far away. At this time, their number is reduced, and there is an opportunity to shoot.

Several guns were pointed at Mashan at the same time and the triggers were pulled.

Gunshots rang out and bullets shot out.

However, Mashan had already changed his position as he took Yu steps. His figure was like a ghost, not at the same position as before.

The bullets missed him and flew randomly towards the more than a hundred men in black behind Li Muchen and Lang Yuwen. If they were to be shot, someone would be killed or injured.

Several men in black who were on the target of the bullet trajectory opened their eyes wide and looked ahead in disbelief, because their naked eyes actually saw the bullets in flight.

Although these bullets are still moving forward, their speed has become extremely slow, like a few black flying insects.

At this time, Mashan's ghostly figure flashed past, and the gunmen were knocked down by him before they had a chance to fire a second shot.

He grabbed the frightened Pan Fengnian by the collar and cursed: "Grandma, weren't you crazy just now? It's you, Pan Fengnian, who is responsible for returning Dragon City! I want to see it and slap you to death." , will the sky of this Dragon City collapse in half?"