After fifteen years of cultivation, he finally reached the pinnacle of the first rank!

Chapter 161 Something happened?
However, as soon as these words were spoken, Hu Ruian's calm voice came from the carriage on the street:
"move on."

These words were naturally given to Wu Shang and the others, and after hearing Hu Ruian's order, Wu Shang and the others quickly agreed.

He just quickly glanced at the old woman and others, then continued to drive his horse forward.

The clatter of horse hooves and the rumbling of wheels echoed in the already empty streets, heading straight towards the bronze-masked man who was blocking the road ahead.

Seeing this scene, the old woman standing on the roof and Baili Wei frowned for a moment.

After confirming that they could not capture Murong Feng, they planned to change their target and rush to capture Murong Xiaoya as quickly as possible before Murong Feng could catch up with them.

In this way, although they did not achieve complete success in this trip, capturing Murong Xiaoya can be regarded as achieving part of their goal, and they can have an explanation after returning.

But what surprised them was that the people in front of them seemed to have a close relationship with the Murong family.

After they explained the interests involved, the other party simply ignored them, obviously wanting to protect Murong Xiaoya.

"Well, since you're so stubborn, there's nothing more to say. Let's get started!"

A cold light flashed in Baili Wei's eyes, and he waved his hand.

The next moment, the two people who were blocking Hu Ruian in front and behind suddenly moved and ran towards each other quickly on the empty street.

The gray-clothed man with a bronze mask on his face held an iron flute horizontally to his lips. At the same time, he turned himself into a discontinuous afterimage and approached Wu Shang and others at an extremely fast speed.

"Flute Sound Thousand Kills!"

In an instant, the sound of the flute flowed, and the sound waves bursting out of the flute holes turned into sharp, invisible thin blades, which shaved the eaves and hanging copper bells around the street into powder. Wherever the sound blades passed, the ground cracked into spider web-like pieces, spreading in all directions, and then collapsed into ashes.

At this time, the burly man behind the carriage was walking on the ground with a copper battle axe in his hand. Although he was wearing heavy copper armor and a copper helmet, the battle axe weighed hundreds of pounds.

But his running speed was no less than that of the gray-clothed man wearing a bronze mask.

Moreover, the bronze-armored man was extremely strong. Every time he stepped on the ground, the bricks and stones on the street were crushed into pieces, and hideous cracks appeared where his footprints were deeply sunken.

"Axe to split the city and massacre it!"

The copper battle axe scraped a line of bright sparks as it dragged across the ground, leaving a lava-like burning mark on the street.

The axe blade created wind, sweeping up all the gravel on the ground, and it condensed into two several-foot-long dragons of gravel, rushing towards Hu Ruian and his companions.

At the same time, the old woman did not sit idly by and also took action with thunder.

After all, Murong Feng and others behind will catch up soon, and they don’t have much time to take action. They must work together to fight quickly and decisively in order to capture Murong Xiaoya in the carriage in the shortest time possible.

The old woman gently raised her hand to stroke her temples. In an instant, her hunched back suddenly straightened, and the true energy of heaven and earth around her condensed rapidly in an instant.

Her head of white hair shot up into the sky, and then rushed down like the Milky Way bursting its banks. The silver-white hair strings were like steel wires, piercing through the air, as fast as thunder and lightning.

The strong wind caused by the waves in just a moment blew away all the tiles on the long street below.

The horses and carriages of Hu Ruian and his companions seemed to be turned into ashes by thousands of strands of hair in the next moment.

"White-haired Yama—Bai Li Xue."

At the same time, Hu Ruian in the carriage frowned, noticing the overwhelming white hair falling around him like arrows, and a sense of crisis suddenly emerged all over his body as if needles were pricking his back.

He immediately glanced at Li Musheng opposite him and prepared to take action.

However, at this moment, Li Musheng shook his head and said:
"No need, it will take too much time for you to take action."

At the same time, the white hair that was like the Milky Way flowing backward suddenly stopped as soon as it approached Wu Shang and his companions.

Then, as if losing all the strength to support it, the white hair like steel wires sank down and quickly fell from mid-air.

At the same time, whether it was the gray-clothed man holding an iron flute and performing the "Flute Sound Thousand Killings", or the bronze-armored man dragging a copper battle axe and rushing towards Hu Ruian and his companions.

There was a sudden silence. The all-pervasive sonic blades and the long dragon of rubble swept by the battle axe all disappeared at this moment.

Wu Shang and Cheng Zhong, who were riding horses in front, and Cao Gaoshan, who was sitting in the front of the carriage, all looked surprised for a moment.

Even Shen Anran, who knew Li Musheng well enough, had a glint of surprise in his eyes at this moment.

In just a moment, the entire street was silent.

In the sight of Wu Shang and others, whether it was the bronze-masked man holding an iron flute in front, the burly man holding a copper battle axe behind the carriage, or the old woman and Baili Wei on the roof.

At this moment, everything suddenly stopped in place like wooden carvings and clay sculptures, motionless.

What they could clearly see was that a blood hole that was transparent from front to back had appeared on the forehead of each of the four people at some point in time.

For Wu Shang and the others, although they trusted Hu Ruian enough, when they faced the attacks of the bronze-masked man and the white-haired old woman just now, they couldn't help but be shocked by the powerful martial arts skills displayed by the other party.

But the scene before them made them feel forced to dominance by the other party's martial arts aura, which disappeared without a trace in an instant.

The next moment, Wu Shang and Cheng Zhong both subconsciously looked towards the carriage behind them.

At this moment, a thought came to their minds almost at the same time:
Is this the true strength of His Royal Highness the Eighth Prince?

He attacked silently and killed the opponent instantly with just one finger, no matter whether the opponent was a half-step celestial being or a celestial being master.

In fact, they didn't even notice the other party's attack from beginning to end!
Cao Gaoshan, who was sitting in the front of the carriage, was shocked at this moment, and a look of realization appeared on his face.

This time they were attacked by Baili Wei and others, which was very similar to the last time they were attacked on the long street in the rain in the imperial capital.

Only then did he truly believe with his own eyes:
"It turns out that it was His Highness who took action from the beginning to the end. It was also because of His Highness that Sun Changyu and I were able to escape last time."

What's more important is that the knife that Li Musheng slashed out with his hand has been deeply imprinted in his mind since that day in the rain.

Perhaps to the person who made the move, it was just a simple and ordinary knife strike, but deep down in Cao Gaoshan's heart, he had actually already regarded him as half his master.

At this moment, he finally confirmed that the "master" who casually taught him sword skills was undoubtedly Li Musheng!

"Don't stand there, keep moving forward."

At this time, Hu Ruian's voice came from the carriage.

Hu Ruian had naturally noticed everything outside, but although his martial arts skills were not weak, he was no different from Wu Shang and others. He didn't see how Li Musheng made his move at all.
At this moment, the feeling of awe he felt towards the Eighth Prince sitting in front of him suddenly became stronger.

Upon hearing this, Wu Shang, Cao Gaoshan and others reacted, immediately retracted their gazes, and drove their horses again along the quiet long street.

At this time, Shen Anran, who was riding a white horse and had picturesque features, reached out and gently stroked the long raven hair that fell on her shoulders.

She kept looking into the carriage, and the admiration in her eyes became more and more determined.

Soon, the group passed through the long street unimpeded and disappeared at the end of the street. Only the gray-clothed man wearing a bronze mask and the bronze-armored man holding a battle axe were left standing in the middle of the street.

Just like the old woman and Baili Wei who were standing on the roof, only lifeless corpses remained.

In the carriage, Murong Xiaoya huddled in the corner, stealing timid glances at Li Musheng from time to time.

Although she had known for a long time that Li Musheng was not a simple person, but like Wu Shang and others, today was the first time she saw Li Musheng actually take action.

She was really shocked by the other party's powerful martial arts skills that allowed him to kill a master of heaven and earth without any sound.

"Miss Murong, to be honest, your stealing feeling is too strong."

Li Musheng naturally noticed Murong Xiaoya's gaze. He touched his chin and said:
"You need to change this bad habit of yours. If you want to see me, you can do so openly. I'm a very generous person."

Upon hearing this, Murong Xiaoya was stunned for a moment, then her face turned red like a ripe apple, and she hurriedly lowered her head, pinching the corner of her clothes.

Hu Ruian, who was standing by, glanced at her imperceptibly, then simply squinted his eyes and closed them to rest.

As the saying goes, heroes love beauties and beauties love heroes.

As a unique martial arts genius like Li Musheng, he only regrets that he has no daughter, otherwise, he will be like Shen Liancheng.

The carriage suddenly became quiet, and after a while, Murong Xiaoya lowered her head and whispered in a voice as soft as a mosquito's hum:

"Thank you very much, Your Highness, for your help."

Before, when Murong Feng and others were besieged with them, Li Musheng ignored them and left alone.

This time, Bailiwei and his group obviously came for her. Unlike before, the other party did not just throw her out of the carriage and leave. Instead, they attacked and killed all of Bailiwei's people.

To be honest, the difference in treatment between the two more or less touched Murong Xiaoya's heart.

In response to Murong Xiaoya's thanks, Li Musheng shrugged and said nothing more.

After all, killing a few clueless noobs who were blocking his way was really no different from the literal meaning of "a piece of cake" for him.

At this moment, Hu Ruian's expression changed slightly. He glanced at Murong Xiaoya again and quietly transmitted a message to Li Musheng using a line of Qi:

"Your Highness, something seems to be amiss with the Murong family. We still have matters to deal with in Shengzhou, so I'm afraid they will be affected to some extent."

The reason for saying this is naturally because from the current situation, the Murong family seems to be unable to take care of themselves.

As for whether the other party could provide them with help as the commander said, he was a little worried at this time.

After hearing Hu Ruian's words, Li Musheng glanced at him and squinted his eyes and said:
"Master Hu, let's make it clear in advance that I will stay here for a maximum of two days. As for whether the matter can be resolved satisfactorily, I don't care."

Hearing this, Hu Ruian sighed inwardly, but still agreed immediately.

The eighth prince in front of him had unfathomable martial arts skills, but his temperament was rather lazy and he didn't like to meddle in other things.

However, in Hu Ruian's opinion, for a master like Li Musheng, there should be very few things that can catch the other party's attention.

Probably, the matter of annihilating Luoshen Peak will cause difficulties and obstacles to the other party, so they will care about it.

……

Shortly after Li Musheng and his group left, the people who had been driven to flee in a hurry either quietly returned to the intersection of the long street or hid in the rooms on both sides of the road, carefully observing the situation on the long street.

But seeing that the copper-armored man holding the copper battle axe and a few old women were still there, everyone stood where they were, daring only to watch from afar and not daring to get close at all.

At this moment, a group of armored soldiers surrounded a gorgeous carriage and came from the other side of the street.

Seeing this, the people gathered at the intersection immediately dispersed.

Noticing this, Murong Feng in the carriage frowned, lifted the curtain, and turned back to say:
"Why do I have a bad feeling? Could it be that Bailiwei and the others are unwilling to give up and continue to attack my little sister?"

As he spoke, he looked up at the long street ahead.

At the same time, the soldiers ahead saw the scene on the street and their expressions changed. They stopped immediately and hurried back to report to Murong Feng.

Soon, Murong Feng moved from the carriage and turned into a shadow and appeared on the empty street ahead.

But after seeing the copper-armored man holding a copper battle axe and others, his expression changed.

Then, Murong Feng's frown deepened even more.

The next moment, he waved his hand to let the soldiers stay where they are for the time being, and at the same time turned his head to look at the carriage behind him.

Then, he circulated and condensed his martial arts energy to protect every part of his body, and walked forward with a vigilant look.

The bronze-armored man and others in front stood in the middle of the street without moving, but Murong Feng did not dare to be careless at all.

It was not until he came closer that he truly confirmed that the other party had already lost all sound, with his forehead pierced, and it was obvious that he was dead!

Murong Feng's face suddenly showed a trace of surprise and doubt. He glanced at the face of the bronze-armored man in front of him, and slowly scanned the area. He couldn't help but say:

"The blood axe splits the city and slaughters the mountain!"

"The iron flute is so beautiful, Lu Baiming!"

Then he looked up at the rooftop beside him.

When he saw that the old woman and Baili Wei had both been pierced through the forehead by a finger and were already dead.

His pupils shrank slightly:
"Even White-haired Yama and Bailiwei were killed!"

At this moment, Murong Feng's expression suddenly changed, and he turned his head to look around.

But he saw an old man wrapped in a red robe, who appeared beside him at some point.

"All four were killed in one blow. This guy has such sharp tactics!"

The old man's face could not be seen clearly, and there was a hint of surprise in his old voice.

Hearing this, Murong Feng's expression changed and he said:
"Judging from the situation at the scene, it seems that Bailiwei and his men surrounded my younger sister and her group, but ended up being killed instead."

As he spoke, his eyes fell on the old woman, a hint of deep surprise appeared in his eyes, and he said:

"It seems I have underestimated that Master Hu. His martial arts skills are even greater than this White-haired Yama!"

(End of this chapter)