Murong Fu Dongfangqing

Murong Fu was silent for a moment, then said calmly, "No matter, if I retreat now, the Murong family may be wiped out in no time, do you think there is still a way for me to retreat?"

After a pause, he looked at Wang Chongyang with a half-smile, "If senior retreats now, my original promise will still be valid. Otherwise, as long as I retreat today, the Quanzhen Sect will be removed from the world."

Wang Chongyang didn't expect to be threatened by him in turn, the corners of his mouth twitched a few times, and he sighed after a long time, "This time, my little friend did too much. Even if the old man makes a move, it doesn't count as a breach of the original promise. You Have you figured it out?"

"Stop talking nonsense, my son is never afraid of the few people bullying the many people, let's see the truth under his hands." Murong Fu didn't talk nonsense, he opened his hands suddenly, and the sky sword trembled into countless sword lights in an instant, and it turned straight .

Wang Chongyang, Huang Chang, and Lin Chaoying looked at each other and nodded, then the three of them set off at the same time, with their hands half-clasped into claws, and they moved their palms like flying. Like a purgatory on earth, countless bone-like paw prints were looming, pressing towards Murong Fu overwhelmingly.

"This is... the Nine Yin White Bone Claw!" It was the first time Murong Fu saw such a mighty Nine Yin White Bone Claw, and he couldn't help being surprised.But in an instant he suddenly understood that these three people did not know what method they used to fuse their skills and moves to complement each other, and ordinary moves would undergo earth-shaking changes when they jointly used them.

"These three old fellows are worthy of being mythical characters in the martial arts world, and they cannot be underestimated at all!" Murong Fu secretly smiled bitterly in his heart. Even though his martial arts skills are not inferior to any of the three, but when it comes to his profound knowledge, he is still too superficial some.

In fact, there are quite a few combined strike formations in the martial arts world, such as Wudang's Zhenwu Seven-section Formation, and the Emei School's Four Elephant Sword Formation. However, these combined strike techniques must undergo certain training in advance. It is almost unheard of for several people to practice the same kind of martial arts, and the combination of internal strength, breath, and moves is almost unheard of, and its power has been multiplied many times.

Murong Fu naturally didn't dare to underestimate the enemy's carelessness, he urged the Qianfang Remnant Light Sword with all his strength, the surrounding sword light spun extremely fast, and after a while, a vortex of sword energy formed above his head, the momentum was much worse than the three people facing him, but When it comes to fierceness, it is not weak at all.

The four people who were ready to go for a while all had solemn expressions, and no one dared to underestimate the other.

Suddenly, Murong Fu, who was about to cut out all the sword light, raised his brows slightly. He felt a chill down his spine for no reason. At this moment, he chose to trust his instinct, and made a strange downward stroke with his sword fingers. gesture, and at the same time his figure rushed out.

Almost at the same time, a ghostly gray shadow flickered behind him, and an old hand protruded out of thin air.

Murong Fu's reaction speed was fast enough, but he didn't expect the speed of that palm to be even faster. Before he could take a step, he felt a strong force coming from his vest. In an instant, all the meridians and bones of his body trembled.

"Do it!" Lin Chaoying was obviously very good at seizing the opportunity. At the moment when Huiying succeeded in sneak attacking, she let out a coquettish shout, and all the power in her dantian poured out. Not allowing them to let go, in an instant, the Nine Yin White Bone Claw was no longer the Nine Yin White Bone Claw, but countless sharp cold lights intertwined and intertwined to form an airtight net, covering Murong Fuying under the hood.

In the blink of an eye, Murong Fu disregarded his thoughts, twisted his body in a strange arc, and slid out on the spot with the help of the huge force from behind. In an instant, a bigger energy storm formed in the hall.

Chi Chi, Chi Chi sounded extremely ear-piercing, and in a trance, only a gray shadow escaped in a hurry, followed by another burst of bang bang, and the whole hall shook a few times.

Zhao Gou, who had already retreated far away, stared at this scene dumbfounded. He never thought that the three major priests would make such a big move. Is this still human?

After raging for nearly ten breaths, finally, all the evil wind, sword energy, and claw marks disappeared. The floor originally paved with blue and white boulders was riddled with holes. "A large circle, cut off by vigorous energy, seems to be broken at any time.

Lin Chaoying and the three looked around, and finally found Murong Fu lying on the ground at the foot of the wall.

At this time, Murong Fu's hair was disheveled, there was a bloodstain on the corner of his mouth, his clothes were tattered, and he was extremely embarrassed. His cold eyes fixed on a gray figure not far away who was also embarrassed. It was a thin old man with a face Qingming, grizzled beard and hair.

"Hehe..." Murong Fu leaned on the Heavenly Sword and stood up slowly, with a slight sneer in his mouth, anyone could feel the killing intent that froze everything around him.

"Murong Chao!"

"Murong Fu!"

The two called out each other's name at the same time, and this thin old man was Murong Chao, the contemporary head of the Murong family in Lin'an.

"Not big or small," Murong Chao glared at Murong Fu, "You should call me Uncle or Uncle after all."

"Hmph, I can't afford to be high, and I don't have such a despicable uncle!" Murong Fu mocked unceremoniously, but he cursed carelessly in his heart. When Wang Chongyang appeared, he thought that Murong Chao was also very likely. Nearby.

At that time, I also felt it carefully, and found nothing wrong. Who knew that this old guy had such a superb concealment skill, and he didn't notice it until he was within a few feet of him. What made him most angry was that this old guy was also A master of the True Yuan Realm unexpectedly made such a despicable sneak attack.

"Murongqing's family, it turns out that you...you also have a unique skill, and it's hard for you to hide it from me!" At this moment, Zhao Gou's rather resentful and meaningful voice sounded.

Murong Chao shook his body, turned quickly and bowed to Zhao Gou, "Your Majesty, forgive me, this veteran did not hide it on purpose. In fact, I abandoned martial arts and followed literature in the early years. I never thought that this simple skill would be useful one day, so I never Reported to the emperor."

"Murong Qing's family doesn't need to explain anything. I will reward you all for your meritorious service this time!" Zhao Gou waved his hand generously, expressing that he didn't care, and hinted that everyone should take Murong Fu down as soon as possible.

Murong Chao turned his head to look at Murong Fu, looked up and down a few times, with an indescribably weird expression on his face, and he sighed after a while, "The ancestors of Longcheng were greedy for profit for a while, and almost brought the entire Murong family to ashes. Unexpectedly, His descendants will also follow in his footsteps, ah, time is fate, why are you always so persistent? Peace and peace, is it not good to be rich and honored for generations?"

Murong Fu saw his look of compassion and righteousness, and wished he could strangle him to death, but at this time his condition was not very good, and there were four genuine peerless masters facing him, so he had to forcefully suppress his anger, his mouth was cold mocked,

"First, it's not your turn to judge how the ancestors of Longcheng acted. Second, I, the Murong family, acted for the sake of the people of the world. People are determined, and the world is bound to be unified. If you don't act at this time, In the end, the Central Plains will only fall into the hands of the Mongolian Dayuan."

Hearing the first half of the sentence, Murong Chao was so angry that he blew his beard and stared at him, but when the second half of the sentence came out, Zhao Gou couldn't sit still any longer, stood up abruptly, pointed at Murong Fu, and cursed, "What a man with a calm mind, the world will Unification', it's really ridiculous, your Murong family is only a legacy of Xianbei outside the Great Wall, what qualifications do you have to rule the world? Hmph, if your identity is revealed, I'm afraid there will be no place for you in the Central Plains!"

Murong Fu sneered, and retorted, "The world must be divided for a long time, and it must be divided for a long time. No matter what races will eventually merge and live together as equals, this is the human trend. What about the Xianbei heritage? Regardless, the hypocrite who disregards the ancestors and the country is much stronger!"

As soon as these words came out, Lin Chaoying, Wang Chongyang, and even Huang Chang's faces all had a strange look. They had never heard of such an absurd theory, but after thinking about it, it seemed to make sense. With the development of dynasties, the footprints of the Han people have not been limited to the Central Plains. If all races can coexist equally, there will be so many wars.

On the contrary, Zhao Gou was completely ignited. He pointed at Murong Fu with a trembling hand, "Kill him, kill him quickly!"

"Hey, did you get hurt?" Murong Fu didn't seem to worry about his situation at all, and continued to provoke Zhao Gou, "Zhao Gou, do you naively think that the hearts of the Han people in the world are still with you? Waiting for you Send troops across the river to turn the tide and drive out the captives?"

"You are wrong, you can go out and ask, everyone from the eighty-year-old woman to the eight-year-old child is looking forward to your death, because you are a villain, Da Song has no hope in your hands, or It is said that the Song Dynasty itself is hopeless, what the people need is a new dynasty, a new co-lord of the world."

"Are you deaf! I told you to kill him!" Zhao Gou was furious, and roared at the three priests and Murong Chao.

The four of them looked at each other, and slowly outflanked Murong Fu, out of fear of a counterattack by a peerless master who was about to die, the four of them didn't dare to act hastily.

Murong Fu's eyes swept over the four of them slowly, his face was terribly cold, and he slowly raised the Heavenly Sword in his hand.

The four of them paused and stared at him solemnly.

"Today there are many of you, my lord will take a step back for now, but you'd better eat and drink together, otherwise this lord will settle accounts with you one by one!" Murong Fu said something in his mouth, and ran towards the entrance of the hall in a flash go.

"No, he wants to escape!" Murong Chao realized immediately, he was the closest to the palace gate, and he didn't see how he moved. , he only needs to hold Murong Fu for a while, and the other three will arrive immediately.

The three priests were not slow to react, before Murong Chao finished speaking, they had already moved towards the gate of the palace, and the three of them formed corners with each other. I believe that as long as they surround Murong Fu, they will not be afraid of him flying into the sky and escaping from the ground. .

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