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Chapter 95

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If he was still the same person, would his life be more relaxed and comfortable than it is now?

Along the way, Li Muyang couldn't help but think of this question.

If there was no battle at Sunset Lake, if there was no chat with Cui Xiaoxin, if there was no killing crow, and even if there was no first place in the exam — -

He would still be that dizzy, weak and timid dark teenager, daydreaming and sleeping in class, going home to listen to Li Shinian sing and act spoiled, doing nothing but eating and waiting for death.

The greatest achievement in his life would probably be to take over the family business and become the owner of a shop — -that should be a very happy life, right?

During this period of time, Li Muyang felt that his life was very difficult. For the first time, he realized that just staying alive was such a difficult thing to do.

Along the way, he and the fat man had repelled six groups of assassins. Now that he finally arrived at the foot of Starry Sky, he did not expect to encounter such an ambush.

Li Muyang felt very wronged, very angry.

In the novels he had read, the masters had their own pride. When they killed someone, they would not allow others to help them.

Throwing out a pair of white gloves, the two of them raised their swords and fought together. They were evenly matched, fair and just.

Li Muyang looked at the swordsman Gu Mo who was riding a huge horse above his head, then looked at the two monks holding a shovel and a wooden fish rushing over from the left and right, and the seven middle-aged men with braids swaying in the wind — -What the hell is this? Is there any justice in Jianghu?

The stories were all lies.

"Hahaha, Li Muyang — -Eat my shovel — -" The fat monk holding the shovel arrived first despite starting later, the heavy half moon shovel in his hand was brandished with vigor and vigor. His shovel could shatter gold and split stones, even half of a mountain could be cut off.

The fat monk wanted to take the reward of one hundred thousand gold coins, so the shovel was aimed at Li Muyang's head.

With a shovel, Li Muyang's head was raised high. The 100,000 gold coins were his.

The skinny monk with the wooden fish slowed down. He did not run straight at Li Muyang. Instead, he circled around the battle. As he ran, he used the wooden hammer to hit the fish's head.

Bang —

Bang —

Bang —

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With every heavy blow, Li Muyang's head would feel dizzy.

His body went limp and he couldn't stand steadily.

"Li Muyang, this is the wooden fish drum — — it's a very powerful sound wave attack, quickly close your ears." Fatty Gongshu Yuan's spiritual sea dodged the Ghost Widow's snake-like attack. He hurriedly reminded his little friend not to be confused by the sound and become stupid.

The seven idiotic middle-aged men shouted and rushed over. Because there were too many of them, there was no way to line up and attack Li Muyang, so they could only line up in a long line.

The Big Rakshasa wielded two knives and was the first to strike at Li Muyang. Once the attack failed, he immediately dodged, and then the Big Rakshasa's double knives were already thrusting from the middle or the lower three directions.

Their footwork was strange, their swordsmanship was piercingly cold, and their coordination was extremely tacit. Their advance and retreat coincided with the formation of Xuanmen, forming a wave of killing frenzy.

There was no way to hide, no way to avoid.

The only choice Li Muyang could make was to fight back head-on — —

Li Muyang clenched his teeth, clenched his fist and punched out.

Bang — —

The fist that he had been accumulating power for a long time struck the horse's abdomen.

Puff — —

A muffled sound echoed.

The maroon horse's abdomen was struck by the fist, the leather protecting its body burst open, revealing a large hole, from which flowed bright red blood and juice.

Li Muyang used all his strength to punch a hole through Gu Mo's horse.

Awooo — —

The horse was in pain, desperately neighing.

Its body desperately struggled, wanting to escape from the battlefield and run to a safe place.

But its body was clamped between Gu Mo's legs, and the reins that controlled its fate were still attached to its nose. Even if it wanted to leave, it could not budge at all.

Gu Mo firmly pressed down on the horse, turning it into a part of his body.

He used the horse as his own shield, letting its body press down on Li Muyang's head, while the giant sword in his hand whizzed over, wrapped in red flames to reap Li Muyang's head.

His goal was the same as the fat monk, to snatch the head — —

Of course, his sword was slashing down diagonally from top to bottom. If Li Muyang was hit by him, he would not only lose a head, but his body would also be cut in half.

"Die." Gu Mo's eyes flashed like lightning as he said in a cold voice.

He grew up in the Cui family, received training from the Cui family, and was the personal bodyguard of the Cui family's patriarch, Cui Xichen.

It was because he had always been by Cui Xichen's side that he knew what kind of role Cui Zhaoren had in the Cui family. In particular, in this battle for the position of minister, Cui Zhaoren was in a key position — — He was the vanguard to stab Lu Xingkong, the signal to attack the Lu Family.

Once Xu Da was transported to Tiandu and successfully opened his mouth to accuse Lu Xingkong, or if he did not open his mouth, he could commit suicide to escape punishment and leave behind a document of evidence. Then their follow-up methods would come one after another. Until the Lu Family fell to the bottom of the abyss.

The 'Eye of the Starry Sky' of the Song family also did not like Lu Xingkong, when the Cui family launched an all-out attack, presumably the other families would not sit still and wait for death, right?

And the result?

The Lu Family of Tiandu had not made a move yet, but an important figure on their side, Cui Zhaoren, was killed by the boy in front of them.

The situation had changed, victory and defeat had changed.

Now the Lu Family made a countercharge, Lu Xingkong ran to the Emperor to lodge a complaint. The Cui family suffered a double loss and could only suffer in silence. After Grandfather Cui met the Emperor, he smashed a lot of precious porcelain bottles and weapons — —

Even the Emperor was severely slapped across the face by Li Muyang. So many people of his Monitoring Division had died, let alone pursue responsibility, he could not even say a harsh word.

Being a monarch to such an extent, how could he not feel suffocated?

Therefore, whether it was for the family or for the Royal Family of West Wind, it was necessary for him to kill this Li Muyang.

This was also an important reason why Grandfather Cui sent him out to be fully responsible for the pursuit and annihilation.

Li Muyang knew that the situation was critical, but during this period of time he had been fighting hard, his body was injured and exhausted. That punch just now had exhausted all of his strength.

The Mokugyo Drum was banging noisily beside him. Every sound was aimed at the depths of his brain, as if there was an awl heavily stimulating his brain.

Li Muyang had a splitting headache, his eyes were bloodshot and he was about to faint.

"I want to transform." Li Muyang screamed in his heart.

Black dragon brother, hurry come out — — come back, I can't do it alone — —

When to transform and how to transform, these were all completely unknown to Li Muyang.

He mustered all his strength to transform, but his body did not move at all — — This is a life and death situation, why is there no reaction at all?

Li Muyang did not want to die.

He did not want to leave his parents, leave his sister.

The world is so big, he wanted to take a good look.

Starry Sky Academy was so cool, he wanted to go in and experience it.

He wanted to live.

"You all go to hell."

Li Muyang once again clenched his fist, clenched his sore and even trembling fist.

With a fearless attitude, he charged towards the bounty hunters.

No matter who wants to take his head, he will make them pay the price.

To the best of his ability!

Whoosh — —

A gust of wind swept across.

Dust swirled in the air and the sky changed colour.

Everyone's eyes could not see clearly.

Screech — —

Then the crowd heard the clear and crisp cry of a crane.

When the gust of wind stopped, the dust dispersed and the sight returned to normal.

It was only then that the highly skilled people realised that Li Muyang, who was surrounded in the middle, had disappeared without a trace.

"Where's Li Muyang? Where did Li Muyang go? "

"Li Muyang ran away? This little thief knows demonic arts? "

"Boss, should we go after him — —"

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Because the commotion was too loud, the ghost widow who was chasing the fat man was also unable to open her eyes due to the strong wind.

She stopped her attack, looked over in confusion and asked in a hoarse voice: "Where's Li Muyang? Where did that boy Li Muyang go? A group of famous skilled people besieged a nameless junior but he ran away — — Do you still have the face to do this kind of business? "

Ghost widow was furious.

Everyone came here to take the head and split the money, but the person who provided the head ran away without a trace.

Without a head, what would they use to exchange for money?

But then she thought that the fat man's head that she had been beating up was also worth fifty thousand gold coins. She hurriedly turned around and stared at him.

She thought to herself: although this guy is a little cheaper, but if I cut off his head I can still get fifty thousand gold coins. In any case, I must take the fifty thousand gold coins. I can't let others snatch it away.

Whoosh —

A huge white crane swooped down from the ninth heaven and then steadily stopped in front of everyone.

The person whom everyone wanted to kill and take the head off, Li Muyang, was riding on the back of the crane.

No one spoke, everyone was staring at the handsome man dressed in a white cloud robe standing on the back of the crane.

The man stood on the back of the crane without any intention of getting down. His clothes were delicate and elegant, and his shoes were spotless. He was like a celestial being that descended from the ninth heaven.

"Get lost." The man looked up at the sky and said expressionlessly.

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